Sekkusu & danjon! ! ~ Wagaya no chika ni, H kaisū = reberu no danjon ga shutsugen shita

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After dinner at the Winter Island house.

We were in Fuyushima-san's room, having a hard time together.

Me and Fuyushima-san have already bathed.

My hair has dried up well, and all I have to do is look around and dive into the futon.

But Fuyushima isn't sleepy yet, even keeps combing her own hair silently.

I can't sleep alone, and I was just messing with my smartphone and killing my time appropriately.

By the way, Fuyushima-san's room has few personal effects and doesn't smell like life, so there's nothing in particular to observe.

If you say you're interested, it's the contents of the tantrum on the wall, but you won't be able to fish for it in front of Mr. Winter Island.

………… Mr. Fuyushima, how long have you been taking care of your hair... It's been about an hour...)

Thoughtfully, I see Mr. Winter Island as chilling.

Cute watery pyjamas.

Her breasts are still peppery, but she knows how luxurious she looks and is quite colorful.

Sometimes I just took a bath and my skin was glossy.

As far as I'm concerned, I'd like to touch my skin as soon as possible... but it doesn't seem to move very well.

Could it be that I don't like sleeping with you?

The effect of a "special night ticket" was to "accept sleeping in a futon with me," but can't you turn off bad feelings?

But at that time, Mr. Winter Island's mouth accidentally opened.

"... go to sleep"

A small voice, like a bossy grunt.

Good...... looks like I'm finally ready to go to bed.

Mr. Fujishima lays the futon as it is, turns the room's lighting into a constant night light, and then dives into it.

The movement is very natural.

But...

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Mr. Winter Island sleeps on the left, not in the middle of the futon, and looks at this one silently in that state.

Apparently, put it in an empty space, that means.

If you look at it, my pillows are properly prepared, and I was ready to sleep with you.

"... I'm sorry to bother you"

Speak up, and then I dive into the futon, too.

Is it a fancy futon, very fluffy and good to the touch.

Plus, it smells kind of sweet.

Is this Mr. Fuyushima's body odor?

Nature and heart pounding.

I lay down and put my head on the pillow.

Looking to the side, Fuyushima's beautiful face was right around the corner.

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Fuyushima keeps staring at this one's face for some reason.

The look on its face looks good because it only has a thin light but right in front of it.

... true face.

No emotions floating around, no expression at all.

Even in this situation, it's not at all the same as my usual face when I'm in the classroom.

Without shame, there was no disgust.

(... well, let me touch your body for now)

I'm interested in what you're thinking, but you'd better prioritize your original purpose over that.

I put the "Lucky Band" on my right hand in advance, and then I should be able to caress it all I want.

As I slept to stare at each other, I slowly drew my right hand closer to Mr. Fuyushima.

First of all, breasts.

"...... eh"

The moment his hand touched his flat chest, his exhalation leaked out of Mr. Fuyushima's mouth.

Oops, this feeling... it's a noob.

I have no hard feeling about the bra at all.

He said he was going to sleep with a man, but Mr. Winter Island took the easier one.

Is it possible that I am caught off guard by the effect of a "special night ticket"?

If so, I'm very lucky.

After all, it's easier to touch without a bra, and there's no trouble.

... but Mr. Winter Island's breasts, they're really small.

I try to cover it with my hands and it gets a little pathetic for its lack of volume.

I just enjoyed Akitsu's stupid big breasts, so clearly, I miss my hands so much.

Overwhelmingly there was not enough motherhood.

"Mm... mmm..."

But the small maybe sensitivity seems pretty good, and my body is freaking out just messing with me lightly.

The expressionless face that kept staring at us also gave rise to a slight eyebrow drop and a cut atmosphere.

I just touched it for a second, and it looks like he's already got his nipples standing.

I decided to stick my hand in the hem of my pyjamas and touch it raw.

"Huh...!

Oh, my skin is amazingly slippery.

Though I have touched the skin of other girls, Fuyushima's jumps through and the sharks are fine.

Silky skin, will you say this?

Eventually my hands will reach my breasts.

My pajamas are a little rolled up, but I don't see how Mr. Winter Island cared about that because of the ”lucky band” effect.

I kept rolling my fingers around the stiff, pointed tip.

"Ahhh, hah...!

Mr. Winter Island distorts his face to troubles, although he still stares at this one.

I'm not sure because there is only a thin light, but I feel that my cheeks are dyed somehow as well.

That's a sexy look.

I can finally see Mr. Fuyushima's face besides his faceless expression, which may be a bit innumerable.

I keep my nipples cute.

Both left and right, alternating.

When she dared not touch the protrusion but tickled the milk wheel, Ms. Fuyushima shook her body with a burrito and exhaled with a feverish breath.

"Mm-hmm, ha, mmm...!

Five or ten minutes?

As I persevered caressing my chest, Fujishima-san's leg in the futon followed my leg in a slice.

They got sexier and couldn't stand still.

Should I touch you downstairs?

I'm a little concerned that Fuyushima still hasn't said anything and keeps staring at this one......

In the meantime, I slipped my hand down, which was touching my chest, and let it dive into my pyjama pants.

Feels like a pair of shorts with a nice touch.

Screw your fingertips between it and your complexion, letting your hands boldly intrude as they are.

"Huh...!

Fingertips reach the secret office and a sharp whisper leaks from Mr. Fuyushima's mouth.

It was the same when I saw it before, but it still doesn't feel like pubic hair and feels good to touch with a twitch.

It seems easy to caress.

To try it, I glance at the suzi from top to bottom.

"Ugh, uhh...!

Hiroshima, who focuses on her body and pinches my hand hard with her thighs.

The eyes that were staring at this one are also cuddly.

Apparently the irritation was too strong.

But because of that, I glanced at the suji again and felt definite water and air.

"Ahhh...! Mm-hmm, ha, ah...!

Slipping her fingers with a love liquid and caressing the flesh carelessly, Fuyushima disturbs her breathing and circles her body a little.

That brought his face closer than earlier, and Mr. Fuyushima's puking, feverish breath arrived here.

Looking at this, I think I feel good.

(a) Let's continue with this until we are on the verge of ku and suggest sex at that time.

... but Fuyushima-san's mouth moved when I set that up.

"Eh, Saino-kun, eh...!

"Hmm...? What, Mr. Winter Island?

Winter Island calling this one by its name, even though it freaks the body out.

I replied to that as I kept messing with the secret.

It's rare to hear from Mr. Winter Island.

Did I call it too instinctive of pleasure, as I did when Mr. Akitsu?

... No, it's not like that.

Looks like I have something to say.

Could someone from Fuyushima ask you to have sex with me or something?

If so, thank you very much.

It's going to be easier than inviting you from this side.

In the meantime, I interrupted your caress to make it easier for Higashima to talk to you.

But...

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I won't say anything and I'll be staring at this one again, Mr. Winter Island.

I don't know what that means, but I'll just wait for the rest of the words.

Eventually, Mr. Winter Island's mouth slowly opened.

"... Saino-kun is my...... destiny man, is he?

"Huh?"

I accidentally got a dumb voice.

Destiny person......?

What a maiden word, not suitable for Mr. Cool Winter Island.

I never thought a word like that would come out.

But what exactly does' Destiny Man 'mean?

Could you possibly say, "Will you be my lover?" Romantically rephrased the confession... "?

... No, I didn't do anything to make Mr. Fuyushima fall in love with me, and I don't think he has a confession to make.

Speaking of what you've done, what you've done with your hands, what you've done with your fellatio, and about this current situation?

(....................................... that? But maybe it's all just between lovers, isn't it?

I feel like I've just been poked a little bit into the void.

I didn't realize it because I got used to being forced to do horny things, but come to think of it, everything I've done is the kind of love effort that lovers and couples do.

No hand job, no fellatio for mere classmates, and you'll never be able to sleep with them.

If you look at the acts you've done, I may be special enough for Higashima-san.

(Though, Fuyushima-san, I knew you were completely faceless, and you didn't feel like you liked me...)

Mr. Winter Island staring at this one.

I still don't have any emotions in my eyes.

I couldn't find a single shard of romance.

I have no idea why.

In the meantime, I decided to ask him what he meant.

"Did Mr. Fuyushima maybe like me?

"... I don't like it"

Keeping an eye on this one, Mr. Fuyushima utters a word of denial.

Immediate answer.

But I denied it without much shame... in any way.

It's like just telling the truth.

"... so you thought I liked Mr. Fuyushima?

... Why?

"Huh... why... 'Cause I got my hands and my mouth, and now I'm letting you sleep with me..."

"... what you drank was what I asked for. I'm sleeping with you because I'm here to stay."

Winter Island speaking pale.

Uhm, apparently because of the effect of the item, my desire is not conveyed at all.

You don't even seem to realize that everything I've ever done is what I've done.

He doesn't even think it's unnatural.

But if so, what the hell was that 'Destiny Man' statement just now?

Wondering, Mr. Fuyushima opened his mouth with a straight stare at me.

"... your mother taught you that the only person who can forgive your body is the one who is destined..."

"Oh, I see..."

Listen, I'm finally convinced.

And at the same time, I was a little stunned.

Fuyushima-san's mother probably said that in the sense of taking care of chastity.

'Destiny Man' should definitely mean 'Someone you like'.

But earlier, Mr. Fuyushima said to me, "Are you my destiny man?" What a question.

"Are you my favorite person? I've been asking questions that I don't understand.

Guess from here... Mr. Winter Island probably doesn't understand that 'Destiny People' means' People I Like '.

I don't get the parent's message correctly that the only person who likes to forgive the body is the person who likes it.

(No, how can you not understand... you normally know... I mean, you're supposed to be properly taught in health and physical education classes at school too...?

Unexpectedly, I forget how horny I feel, and Mr. Winter Island worries me.

Girls of all ages would know that you should only have sex with people you like.

Mr. Fuyushima doesn't understand why.

Could it have been miraculous that you didn't get that kind of education?

Did all the health and physical education classes happen to be absent, too?

I don't think that's possible...

"... So, Saino-kun is my destiny person?

Fuyushima-san asks me another question when he shuts up.

... Well, this lack of understanding, isn't it bad for me?

Fuyushima-san doesn't seem to like me, but 'Destiny Man' would let me have sex with him.

I'm talking about Mr. Fuyushima, so he'll just look like he's not interested in saying "I knew he wasn't destined to be" later.

I was optimistic that way and decided to prioritize my desires.

I'm sorry, Mr. Winter Island.

I'm not Mr. Fuyushima's destiny, but I want to.

"... that's right. I'm Fuyushima's destiny."

"Yes..."

Reaction, thin!

You've heard it from yourself, you look very uninterested.

You've got about as much cool...

... but, well, now I have the right to taste Mr. Fuyushima's body.

I'm sorry about that, but let me exercise that right.

"Mr. Fuyushima, I'm a man of fate..."

Whispering, I do Mr. Winter Island's chest with my left hand not wearing a lucky band.

perceptible, obvious sexual harassment.

But Mr. Cool Winter Island doesn't change his expression at all to that.

But that mouth moves slowly...

"... ok. Clothes, take off."

... What a goodness of discernment.

You don't have to be clear, he figured it out.

Fuyushima stays up and takes off her pajamas and underwear lightly.

I took off my clothes and got naked while I was watching it too.

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On the futon, two people across the street naked.

Unexpectedly, things have gone so easily... anyway, you can have sex with Hiroshima...!