Souen no historia

"Wait, think!

A well-cut voice arrived from behind, like a clear sky, and Asakura Yoji turned back to react to that voice.

There was a face that I saw for sure once a day. He has dark hair that is not cloudy like ink on the ponytail and is really shaking like a horse's tail because he is running toward us.

The more blooming the flowers are, the brighter the smile is shaped.

Phew, I finally caught up.

My breath seems to be disturbed by my running. Her breath was shortly exhaled from her small mouth while holding her chest.

"You don't have to run, do you?

When Koji said, the other person's cheeks swelled up and stared.

"If that's the case, then you can wait for me! We're neighbors!

She, Amakawa Mayuki, has had a so-called childhood relationship with her neighbors since she was a child. The height is 146 centimeters, which is considerably smaller than that of a 176 centimeter fantasy. He seems to be breathing and drinking milk every day when he goes over 150 days, but unfortunately he is growing up somewhere else.

Every time she walks up and down, the two lumps in her chest shake.

(Hmm, you've grown up brilliantly... 85? No. Ninety? No, no, no...)

In Koji, the excellent pitcher also exerts enough restraint to wrap his tongue around, moving his eyes only at an incredible speed to see the target. I call this a flash flicker myself.

Not only do you think twice, but the boy high school students walking nearby are also showing poor restraint in the abundant swelling that makes them breathe.

But the true snow, who is our person, is completely unaware of the signs. To be clear, true snow does not realize that it is attracting the attention of men.

Big eyes, baby's shiny, bloody skin. And above all, with a sunny smile that appeals to the viewer, she is definitely in a class that can be called a beautiful girl.

She has a fan club at Tengawa School where the two of us go. Incidentally, I think I've heard of Tengawa Gakuen, but the founder of Tengawa Gakuen is related to her.

Even though it is distant, it still draws a little blood from the current president, so it seems that the men have not confessed to her that much either.

However, it seems that some of them are still unable to suppress their thoughts and come to confess, but they are very sinking. And despite the damage they've been shaken for some reason, they throw spicy words at other boys so they can chase them. That is why she has few confessors anymore.

I've heard that Amagawa Mayuki is valued for everyone's viewing. That must have happened for the reason just now. Though it is true snow that treats everyone without giving in, Kanji, who is thought to be a fellow attending school together, is still neglected by men.

That's why I deliberately left the house early so that I wouldn't see her face, but this is how she comes after me, so I can only sigh.

(Well, it's helpful to see this rocking thing up close in the morning....)

Focus your attention on a line of sight similar to the feeling of killing from around you. Of course, there's a lot of jealousy in there, and it stabs me like a spear.

(I wish I didn't have this.)

Looking at the face of the boob wizard walking with a smile,

"Hmm? What's wrong?

She leaned her neck cutely as if she didn't understand the situation.

"Ah, nothing."

Become a shellfish. I mourn my life with such childhood familiarity.

The fourth time limit for classes also ended, and the waiting lunch break began.

"As always, Asakura-kun's lunch is gorgeous."

"Ah, can I get something for you today?

"Me and me!

For some reason, girls always flock around like this. Certainly, Koji's hobby is cooking, no, housework in general, but he is also good at cooking.

This lunch is also made by Koji, but apparently before, if the girls told me that the lunch looks delicious, why don't you take a bite? This situation began with something like this.

It seems to have been a strike in their preferences, and since then, dishes have been exchanged frequently. Koji is also happy to be praised for his cooking, so he doesn't say anything and is being flushed into the situation.

The true snow gaze at that time hurts, but I completely ignore it. Because I don't want to get caught up in what's coming.

If you suddenly think the classroom door has opened, the girls' gaze will immediately focus on you. Somehow, it was because the idols of the girls called the Prince of School appeared.

It's not surprisingly handsome to be active on TV. Excellent motor nerves, clear minds, awesome looks, and you can see the attention of the girls.

His name is Ninomiya Wado. He's a second grader a year older.

Men hear their tongues, and women have zero voices close to their voices. Most girls look at their cheeks dyed. As a matter of fact, he seems to be as good for watching as the real snow.

Both of them are boys. That's why I know how they feel. I just want to ask God why he makes such a perfect human being. It is said that all humans are equal, but after all, only words are floating in the sky and there is no sense of reality.

Unlike Ikemen, Ikenji is a motor nerve... normal, brain... normal, look... normal, stunt... chores. I wonder what's so hot about this...

(Ah ~ ah, I want to erase all good-looking...)

At the very least, I could have expected a little more yellow cheering from the girls if the status was not the same, but the only words that could be said to the girls were a lunch box reminder. I wonder if I can't help but sigh.

However, among the girls, there is only one girl who is still swelling her mouth to keep looking at her thoughts. That's.....

"Hey, Amagawa-san, I came to ask you out for lunch today, okay?

Ninomiya Wado asks the true snow with Nickoli and the female killer Smile. But the true snow that you haven't noticed so brilliantly. As one of my friends finally noticed when he spoke to the true snow,

"What? Ah... Senpai Ninomiya? What's the matter with you?

"... no, for lunch."

Ninomiya Wado's attitude towards true snow is slightly convulsing his cheeks while maintaining his smile. And Soji leaves the classroom with a lunch box the moment the true snow diverts his attention. I'm sorry I got into trouble. If true snow were to ask Sage for help here, it would be likely that Ikemen would be totally hostile to Sage and that it would be a match to see which of them deserves true snow while it's still flowing. Please don't do that.

Koji went out with a lunch box and climbed a staircase leading to a rooftop built outside the building. A female student leaned against a fence installed to prevent falling into the building.

Looks like he's talking to someone on the phone. Judging by the words that come into my ear, it seems that the opponent is a mother. When I open the door on the stairs, there is a music room right there. I may have called at the choir or light voice department when I was having a meeting with a member in the afternoon and came out.

It happened when I tried to pass by the rooftop as soon as I thought about it.

Suddenly I thought I heard a noise from the fence where the female student was lying, and it burst out towards the outside.

(Eh....?

From there, it felt like the time in my body was condensed. The angle between the fence and the floor gradually widens, and the body of the female student lying there leans outwards.

Kanji noticed that he was running. Of course I don't know the girl. A completely red stranger. But instantly she thought she would fall and die.

When I thought so, I ran out and tried desperately to grasp her arm, but I felt that I couldn't make it, and I didn't know why I did it myself. But when I realized that, I wrapped her body to protect her with my own body, and they both fell upright toward the ground at the same time.

... where is this place?

That was the first thought I had. Strangely, my consciousness was clear. And he sighs out of his nose that he's done something stupid.

Because I am conscious, I know that I did not die when I fell off that staircase. But my body can't move freely at all. As if you were slightly paralyzed, no, no... I remember the feeling of a weak body.

I wondered why there was no pain in my body, if I thought it was really intact.

... what do you mean?

But at the next moment, you encounter an event that freezes your mind.

"Ha ~ come, Sauji ~, it's your time ~"

When a woman shows up without knowing who she is and thinks her arm has stretched out, she suddenly feels a floating sensation in her body. Female-specific softness and fragrance tickle the sensation.

And what she thought, she barely opened her chest, and....

Pullun!

I didn't know what it was anymore. The body didn't listen to me, and the beautiful woman in front of me suddenly went into behavior like a crazy woman, and went beyond confusion and great confusion and completely stopped thinking.

"Oh, what's going on today? It's always time to get hungry....."

The woman looked like she was in trouble, but the one in trouble was Kanji. I think they're both men. If you say it clearly and there are boobs in front of you, it's only natural that you're exposed to the urge to reach out.

But it was so sudden that I didn't know how to handle this boob.

(Yu... dream? Yes, it's a dream! Because this makes me look like a baby!

If it's a dream, it can't be helped. I think so, tell them that this is my dream that I might have wanted to play baby in deep psychology, and reach out for the time being.

(... soft)

The pseudonym Fuyong is probably the most correct. The first conscious touch of the chest focused all the nerves of the second imagination on the hands. But for some reason, the sensuality that would otherwise be lustful does not work.

More than that, if you touch your chest for any reason, you'll feel comfortable and reassured like you're in a warm sun.

(It's like....)

Though I think it looks like a real baby, my mouth naturally turns towards the center of a woman's chest. It felt like it was being driven by instinct.

But there you can be caught in a strange sensation.

(Hmm, why does it taste like that?

Yes, it feels like it's poking at a clear sense of reality. The warmth of women, the taste of breast milk, and the impulse that is impossible in dreams penetrate the sky.

(Me... what the hell is going on...!?