I walked back to my dorm room, holding my hand with the rig.

I'm having trouble keeping my chest pounding.

My heart has been screaming delightfully ever since I realized that I like Rig as a woman and as a paedophile.

I'm in the same room as Rig.

Reach out, there's a rig where you touch it.

So my heart never rests all day.

Because of that, my desire keeps swelling up and I don't know where it will heal.

"-Rig."

I hugged from behind the rig, poof.

"What is it now?

The rig was on its way to getting dressed in the room.

In my underwear - I expose the smooth, long hands and feet, beautiful skin, beautiful curved beauty around my waist, without sparing any effort.

"I'm getting sleepy."

"Oh, I was. Was it difficult for you to do your class today?

"Yes...... so I want to stay asleep until dinner time"

"Yes, when it's time, I'll wake you up."

Rig says, rubbing and stroking my hand.

Not long ago, that was enough.

I was comfortable ascending to heaven just to hug it to a beautiful rig in my underwear.

But now I'm a runaway fari. I can't weigh myself.

"... Hey, Rig. I want you to sleep with me."

"Accompanying?"

"Yes, I'm sure it'll help you sleep better."

"Fine. Look, get away from me a little bit. I'll be dressed in my room soon."

I was told, on the other hand, that I had strengthened my arms a lot. Don't let go, it's a sign of intent.

"... Farri?

"It's better this way."

I say words as I desire.

"I want the rig to sleep with me in my underwear."

"What? Hey Farri, that's just..."

"That's more reassuring to feel the rig close. No, sir?

When I asked, Rig said after sighing like a shudder.

"If you fari already. You have no choice."

said Rigg, in a tone that was like abandoning a young selfish child.

No, it's more like it, I guess, itself.

I myself, using my position of being a selfish child, am trying to satisfy my lowly desires.

Instead, it can be a good thing that you can treat children as you aim.

"Well, let's get some sleep!

I pull the body of the rig, knock it straight into the bed and let it fall asleep.

And - I will also look like a rig in underwear.

"Huh, don't you need to be in underwear until Fari?

A little blush, out of sight, says Rig.

"No. Sleeping in uniform will wrinkle you"

"Didn't you ever care about that"

"But I was curious today. And..."

I dive into the bed lying on the rig and snuggle into the rig.

"... this one feels much closer to the rig"

"If you fari already. There's really nothing you can do about it, sweetheart."

Rig also sighs like a shudder and then slowly strokes my head.

"Look, good night, Farri"

Right near my ear, Rig's voice sounded sweet.

I snuggle the rig and my own skin, rubbing my cheeks, feeling all wrapped up and filled with the smell and temperature of the rig - until dinner time, fall asleep.

In a mellow consciousness, I think.

Never want to let go of this happiness.

I'm the only one who wants to monopolize everything in the rig.

I want a rig.

I love the rig.

Rig is what matters to me, above all else.

Just thinking about the rig, my consciousness fell into my sleep.