Chapter 153 – Himedori Trouble!(5)
Episode 152, Himedori Great Trouble! (5)
Mao recalled the moment when he was aware of his body getting drunk when he first took the medicine, when his body became drowsy.
She felt at the same time the unpleasant feeling of being dragged into heavy water, and the comfort of being held in her mother’s arms, at her breasts.
A mysterious sense enough to understand the body that is gradually getting hotter and the laughter that leaks out.
Mao thought she couldn’t find anything better than a drug like that.
Totally immersed in myself, drowning out all the random thoughts that plague her head and even the little uneasiness I don’t know what’s coming from, the feeling that only her dry mouth and me can feel exactly where I am.
How could such a new and spiritual sense be common?
‘By the way, was there?’
A skirt barely worn and a skirt worn. I don’t know where it came from, but a heart-shaped pussy covering that Ryu put on and left.
Fortunately, it is blocked so that it does not escape, but the flow of semen in the wriggling stomach and the feeling of satisfaction felt throughout the body.
Mao patted her buttocks happily.
When Ryu’s cock came in, ‘Ah! I feel so good.’ She forgot she had just thought of the words ‘What was I about to think?’ As she did.
The feeling that her glans has gnawed away memories and has become pleasantly helpless. Because of the withdrawal phenomenon, it was painful enough, but even though it was only driven once, the happiness that seemed to fill the whole body-.
‘Also, the sweet words I hear in my ears.’
“It’s so nice haaaaa…”
Powerlessly spread over her contraption, Mao spat out, shaking her voice pathetically, like a balloon with very little air left.
Someone who brushes through the poetry around her.
Mao thought with a fleetingly happy expression on his face.
Who would give up on something like this, this feeling of being embraced by someone you love.
This wasn’t addiction treatment, it was addiction to something else and replacing it.
Addicted to love, Mao.
‘Ryu is mine.’
She’s been a yellow bitch ever since she was a four-year-old, her little girl, she’d come over and beat up a chestnut if someone else had what she wanted.
Her children, beaten by her in her preschool and weeping at her, fall into just two types.
A child who leaves her doll and cries as if the sky is about to fall, hoping that the teacher will come soon.
Or a greedy kid who sheds tears and jabs, but his hands turn red as if he won’t let go of what he’s holding in his hands.
“Huh, Ryu… Ryu, where are you!”
In Mao’s eyes, Tsuumi was staring fiercely at her with her fists clenched.
Even though her face was messed up from her runny nose and tears, she didn’t let go of her fist -.
“Well, I guess it’s late.”
Beneath her tired face, her arm resting on her chin, Mao looked at her Tsuumi in amusement.
As if she didn’t have even a second to give to her, Tsuumi runs away with her tears flying over her pretty hair.
Mao recalled how she did when she was little, when she saw a kid who would not let go of what she was holding in her hand as she wept her tears.
Grab a doll, whose knee should I put a bandage on, or whose butt would be swept away? A push and pull tug of war.
Mao laughed like a child discovering a fun game. Because she’s never lost a fight like that before. To her, who had no doubt that she would lose, this fight between her ryu was a game, not a fight.
“Mao, have you seen Tsuumi?”
‘But what are they?’
Mao, who had gone so far that her body was getting tired, and Mao, who was too lazy to talk, gestured casually to Takeshi and Mika, who were running around in her uniform, and told them where Tsuumi had run to.
“Thank you, Mao~! I will take responsibility for Tsuumi and comfort her well!”
*
Why? Are Takeshi and Mika chasing after Tsuumi?
To answer that question, she has to go back in time a bit and take a look at Takeshi and Mika, who were sparring.
Mikawa Takeshi’s jiu-jitsu club located in the old school building where Tsuumi burst into tears.
“Isn’t this Tsuumi’s voice?”
Said Takeshi, wearing a uniform and tangled with Mika.
Mika, who didn’t miss that gap, tugged at the sleeves at her elbows and immediately put on an armbar, answered.
“You can’t be careless during sparring, but… Do you think your friend’s voice is right?”
Even though she doesn’t come out these days, when Ryu taught Takeshi how to self-defense, her voice was familiar to her while doing physical training together.
‘It’s like he’s got Takeshi now, but he doesn’t teach self-defense.’
Mika hurriedly rose from her seat, itching the bumps of her itchy cunt, wondering if it was time for her hair to grow back.
It was because she saw Takeshi, who had been tagged and let go, quickly run out of her dojo.
“Everyone can see that Tsuumi is crying! As her friend, I can’t stand it!”
That’s how Mikawa Takeshi came to pursue Tsuumi.
*
Following her cries, Mika ran after Takeshi.
“Whoa, whoo-. He didn’t even come to our dojo, so he must have been training his strength all the time?”
“That’s right, since Tsuumi is a diligent model student, she must have been constantly working on her stamina by herself, right?”
As if proud of his friend, Takeshi puts a thumbs up next to his shiny teeth.
While Mika is a classmate of her proud friend, Mao is also a friend of Takeshi.
The image of her that she had just passed by earlier passed through Mika’s mind.
‘That smell…’
She had never smelled Ryu’s semen before, but her nose was familiar with the slutty bitch smell that comes from women spraying fountains on his hands.
It’s more because he was the one who sprayed the fountain.
‘I’m sure he did.’
The face that seems to be the most satisfied in the world, the white cat that I see once on the way to school, and the sight of it lying on the bonnet of a car with good sunlight makes me imagine how great it was before she came.
“Hey, there was a siren sounding earlier. That’s our school.”
“Really? Who are you?”
“I think the kids said he was the chairman, but I don’t know yet.”
“Guys, have you seen Tsuumi?”
“Uh, there is, uh, uh uh, uh-!”
As Mika slipped her hand over her itchy lower tummy and her lower tummy, which seemed to have softened for some reason, Mika, unaware of Takeshi who had stopped her, almost drove her into them.
Mika’s nose, which couldn’t stop even after stepping on her foot, hit Takeshi’s shoulder and turned red.
The girls who were barely relieved, Takeshi laughing as if they were having fun, and the female Mika scratching her head as if embarrassed.
“So? Where is Tsuumi? We are in a hurry now!”
The surprised girls also point her finger to where Tsuumi ran.
Takeshi Mikawa paused for a moment to catch her breath and quickly began to leave her playground.
“What are you doing today? Strangely, the school is cluttered today.”
“Yeah, that’s it too. Aren’t they weird too? Earlier, Tsuumi cried and asked us where Ryu had gone.”
Listening to girls who are obsessed with gossip plotting their own interesting novels-.
*
I feel like I’m the main character in a morning drama-level story that’s stimulating and absurd, which girls who like to talk like to talk about.
Tsuumi said she felt like she was the main character of that nonsense story.
The cries that didn’t come out any more, and Tsuumi, who inhaled through the cracks between her fingers that were wide open, were-.
After she wiped her eyes, which had turned hazy with her tears, she again poked her head over the corner of her wall.
“Really, you…”
Tsuumi, who pinched her own cheek, is the last to check and kills her.
“It was not a nightmare.”
The first catches up with Ryu, a pervert who gets excited when she gets NTRed by her, and explains how she lied-.
‘If I show you the results of my special training.’
When she was young, like a fairy tale she saw, the prince and princess who solved their misunderstandings lived happily ever after. I was expecting the ending.
She was not what she envisioned in her head.
Now, the scenery that made her question whether the boyfriend she knew was the real Ryu.
A perverted outfit that catches her eye covering her mouth.
‘Could it be that purple hair… , What the hell is that?’
Tsuumi’s eyes were shaken by a newspaper article called Reverse Bunny Girl.
It was such an obscene outfit that her chin, which couldn’t hold on any longer, gave off strength.
Even though her face was covered with a mask, Tsuumi thought that her buttocks, as if the clouds were puffing up, and her dwarf height with a long, short rabbit tail, must have belonged to Shirabe-senpai.
The two ropes in Ryu’s hands, what’s more shocking is that Shirabe-senpai isn’t the only one who crawls on all fours like a beast.
Tsuumi’s eyes look at the cat girl sticking out her butt together from the side.
There were no traces of her underwear in the black latex suit that covered her whole body.
From her attached tail and her outfit with holes only for her nipples, what Tsuumi can see is her passionate red hair that can’t help but stand out.
‘Are you Takeshi…’
The full-body latex girl who fawned like a cat stuck to the ground as if she didn’t want to go out for a walk.
“Oh my god-. Is that the real Ryu?”
Ryu immediately pulled the leash from Takeshi’s neck, tortured him so that he could not breathe, and threw him to the ground.
When Ryu’s muscular legs, exposed over his black leather pants, turned toward Takeshi, he quickly lay down on the ground, showing his belly like a cat.
Ryu’s unstoppable feet stepped on her face and crushed her.
Seeing Takeshi with her tail wriggling as if it were connected to her ass hole and screaming like a ferocious she-cat, Tsuumi was—.
It was hard to believe that Ryu was a person with such a rough, subterranean taste.
Even more so when you see a pervert outfit that looks like you’re screaming ‘ang!’
If that’s real Ryu-.
‘The reason why Ryu chose her rather than her Mao’, which overlaps with Mao’s work today and looks different.
Not because she was bold enough to write her foul.
Swoop-
Tsuumi’s shirt went up.
A pink tattoo tinged with subtle light peeking out over the band of the skirt and a translucent uterus visible through it.
“Perhaps, because that’s what I like…”
I know it’s a crazy idea, but my anxiety causes my thoughts to drift sideways.
For Ryu’s sake, she came prepared to fall to the bottom, but her boyfriend was already in the abyss.
‘How can I be sure?’
Since he is no longer kind Ryu, even if he is not satisfied with her side, his belief that he will remain with her for the rest of his life is slightly cracked.
Tsuumi just stared closely at her uterus and ovaries, visible on her own belly.
‘Is that the only way?’
Suddenly- until another hand grabbed her by the shoulder.
“You forgot! Takeshi?”
Hehe, hehe-. You were worried What’s going on?”
“Oh, no. What’s… No. Are you sure you were over there?”
Then who is the red-haired woman with Ryu? The obvious question filled Tsuumi’s head.
*
“Mom-!”
I think I heard Takeshi’s voice from afar. I looked around and saw that I couldn’t see it, so I thought I was hearing something wrong.
‘Is it because of the feeling of debt to Takeshi?’
I looked down at Yoko-san, who was shaking her amazing ass.
“Huh… It’s the best thing to be trampled on like an animal.”
Feeling like facing the abyss, she turned her head and turned away from Yoko.
The citizens of the street look at us with astonished eyes as if they are curious. Similar to Itaewon in his previous life, this club street was famous for having many foreigners.
Like any street with many expatriates, the street has always been famous for drug problems, crime and crimes.
On the Internet, people jokingly called this street “The Hood.”
I had seen how to survive in the hood in my previous life, so I was confident that I could safely finish the investigation inside this club even with Yoko-san and Shirabe.
Put on your glasses and…
Prepare your position.
‘How to survive in the hood. First, the appearance is unexpected for anyone.’
It’s the beginning of an investigation.
Rattle-
*
The heavy door opened, and her trembling hands caught Hime’s eyes. Hime quickly hides her hand behind her, wondering if Papa will be disappointed when she sees her weakened figure.
“The president has come down from his seat. Then, Hime’s plan will be carried out now!”
The look of the doctor smiling broadly at her.
Obviously, you should be happy as if your mood would pierce the sky. Hime couldn’t afford to rejoice because her nerves were focused on her shaking hands.
