Chapter 107 – Wrong Goal (2).
Episode 106, Wrong Goal (2).
‘It’s not my job, it’s easy to say.’
With a very bright expression, since you’re already wrong, how about a pure love harem? The nun’s face, with her eyes shining, comes to mind.
I also know that my goal of pure love has come to an end, with Takeshi and Tsumi already having such a tendency.
And the nun quietly said—.
In the old days, people said that it was natural and normal for a person of ability to have three or four wives.
Even now, it has been said that there are many people who live in harem without even realizing it.
Depending on the era, the meaning of ordinary is different, so don’t put too much value on being ordinary, I’ve been saying things like this.
Well.
I’m not sure yet.
That said, it was after he had already eaten Takeshi badly. If Takeshi wants to finish my sex education and take responsibility for it, can I be irresponsible and say no?
Anyway, since Sunae Haram is also Sunae, she had no choice but to make the point that she would not be subjected to NTR.
Rattle-
“Oh my gosh, is my son here?”
It was Midori, who worked hard today, and rushed to me with her breasts bobbing in her top.
‘These days, I seem to be working out all day, so why don’t I seem to have lost any weight?’
I could see Midori’s tummy, which was cutely fattened by the shirt, because her breasts were so large.
Even when I first became that figure, it was my mother’s belly that I tried to show my own straight abs.
‘As expected, if you eat only fat, you don’t gain weight easily, do you gain weight by eating regular meals with rice?’
People mistakenly think that eating greasy food makes them gain weight.
That’s a misconception.
Why is there such a thing as low-tangoji in the diet?
In fact, one of the biggest reasons for gaining weight is carbohydrates.
Therefore, it seemed that the reason why my mother was gaining weight was because she ate three meals a day and even ate my regular meals.
“Did your volunteer work go well? Son!!?”
Maybe it’s because he’s younger, he looks more energetic than before.
My mother jumps up towards me and tries to cling to my waist, holding me in her arms.
I’m used to this type of attack already.
He immediately lowers her head, directs her head to the pit of the stomach, and then puts the huge breasts that cover her face on top of her head.
After lightly dodging her face from getting buried in my breasts, I sneak up on her gigantic breasts to prevent my mother from placing her legs around my hips, between the satakuni and over my pubic bone.
After adjusting my glasses to the space under my belly and between my huge breasts, I stride forward despite my blindness.
“Yes, it went well. I was told to eat rice there. Did you eat well?”
“Huh? Huh. I ate well. Still, mom likes eating with her son. What did you do for volunteer work?”
“It’s just, taking care of my friends and babies, cooking, carrying luggage, and normal volunteer work.”
“Okay? But these days, my son doesn’t bring friends to his house, and his girlfriend is also a cow…”
I thought about it while answering Midori’s flood of questions in moderation.
‘Who the hell took my virginity?’
Boeing, Boeing-
I wanted to reason with my thoughts, but it was difficult to concentrate because her mother’s heart dribbled over my head with every step.
The living room is about 8 steps with my steps. Then 3 steps to the side, then 2 steps forward again.
It’s in front of my room
As if I had arrived at my door, my mother’s back was pressed against the door, and her stomach ache came close to my forehead.
“Mother, I am tired today. I will rest early.”
“Oh yeah? Then, Mom will be doing yoga over there.”
I put my hand under my armpit and set Midori aside. Bulma, who had eaten half of her ass, which had grown larger because her mother had gained a little weight, swayed and swayed.
‘I don’t think I’ll lose weight just by doing yoga.’
I opened the door, thinking of saying something about doing aerobic exercise later.
Rattle-
Because what matters to me now is who took my virginity.
The door opens, then closes immediately.
Even when I look around the room through my glasses, what I see is my ordinary room.
I said that the nun is like a human, and she is also like a demon. She is an entity that will never dare to be captured.
I immediately pressed myself to the ground and looked through the drawers and under the bed.
‘As expected, there’s no way there’s a strange creature in my room.’
I was worried that something like slime or tentacles might be hiding somewhere, so I looked closely, but I couldn’t find any traces.
Then the questionable place is the bed.
Putting on white gloves, I swept across the bed. An angled elbow in a meticulous hand, as if not missing a single speck of dust.
“Hmm…”
Also, only hair comes out.
Just my dark hair and my mother’s hair.
I sat down on the edge of the bed and thought.
“Who the hell are you…”
Due to being slumped on the bed, dust rises into the air. Dust glistens in the sunlight.
The pink light that can be seen among the vaguely sparkling dust…
Huh? Pink?
The moment I try to fix my glasses on thin hair that feels like it looks curly.
Rattle-
Bang!
“Oh, that’s right, son! Can’t we make an appointment on the weekend? It’s Dad’s anniversary.”
Perhaps because she was young, she was a very energetic mother.
As she opened the door forcefully, Bulma’s shirt, which was swaying violently with the recoil, climbed over Midori’s chest, revealing her lower chest.
“Mother, didn’t I tell you to knock when I come in? Ha… , Okay, so please leave.”
“Ah, sorry son, but my son’s room is my mother’s room and my mother’s room is my son’s room. If you draw the line like that, mom will be sad, no…”
I easily closed the open door and looked at the dusty air again.
“Was it a misunderstanding…”
I threw myself on the bed and lay down, covering my eyes.
Too many things rushed at once, making my head dizzy.
‘I’ll have to ask Lily for advice about the creature that seems to have stolen my virginity…’ .’
My head hurts from worrying about what to do next.
I asked for a nap for the first time since wearing these glasses.
*
“Cool…”
Kiik-
Brown hair peeked through the small crack in the door.
“Your son must have been very tired, he slept through the day.”
Midori slowly opened the door and entered the room.
I don’t know the person herself, but a little bit of a soft pink light came over her brown hair.
‘These days, my stomach keeps pounding whenever I see my son.’
The subtle scent of sleep that immediately fills the room.
Ryu’s eyebrows, which had been slightly furrowed, immediately relaxed as if they were comfortable.
Midori thinks that this is all because she has become younger these days, or that it is because she has had dirty dreams whenever she dreams.
I can’t remember the exact content of her dream, but it was Midori who vaguely remembered that she was in Ryu’s room, or that she was with her son.
‘Since mom worked hard too, should she lie down and rest?’
Midori, who was weighing the scale between the guilt felt by her sense of ethics corrected by hypnosis that her son appeared in a sexually erotic dream, and her desire to sleep with her nose next to her son, Midori was tipped to the right in an instant. -.
Jump!
She jumped onto the bed and threw it away.
“Kkeuh, my son has big arms.”
Gently removing her arm, Midori cut her arm pillow and hugged Ryu as if cutting her to death.
Subtly, Midori lifted her thigh between Ryu’s satakuni and nodded her head thinking, ‘This is my son after all.’
She liked the thick feel of her on her thighs, and immediately fell asleep with her nose in Ryu’s arm.
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.
.
A room where only the sound of breathing can be heard.
The brown hair strewn across the bed was emitting light.
From brown to pink, from pink to brown -.
The flashing period becomes shorter. When Midori’s hair color turned completely pink.
Midori, in ping-chaeng mode, opened her sleepy eyes.
The pink-haired Midori, seemingly drunk, took one look at Ryu, who was lying well on the bed, then got up and climbed on top of Ryu.
“Chew… , I will eat well…♡”
*
“… %&%&!!”
The feeling of ringing in her ears.
I definitely slept for a long time yesterday, but I don’t know why I’m so tired.
Yesterday, I think I had a dream that her mother came to my room and wiggled her big tits around and rocked her waist on top of me.
She obviously hadn’t used the spell that Lily had taught her to enter her dreams, and she hadn’t used that so-called artifact.
‘Is it because I’m too used to seeing Midori in my dreams? .’
“… Ryu!!”
“Ah, Takeshi. Why did you call me?”
“You know that a new teacher is coming today, right? But my friends are saying that a new transfer student is coming this time! A new friend is exciting!”
Originally, this person’s job is that if someone leaves, someone comes, but the world in this cartoon was a little more standardized.
Also known as the Law of Conservation of Character.
It was that if an appropriate number of characters disappeared in a space, another person would come and fill the place.
‘I used to get rid of bullies like that in the past, but new friends transferred right away.’
In a previous life, it can be said that it is a subtle difference in the degree to which people immediately become supply and demand in the place where they would have been left empty.
I peeked at the back seat, next to Mao.
‘Because Asuka dropped out of school.’
By now, he should have been hard at work at Lily’s brothel. Of course, as a solid office worker -.
Who was the new teacher coming?
Anyway, I heard that a new teacher is coming to the class president with the gourd head.
Everyone was bobbing her hips, as if they were full of anticipation for the new teacher.
‘I hope the teacher isn’t an insidious villain.’
Wouldn’t it be strange if one after another the teachers left the company?
I just wanted an ordinary teacher like Eup Tommy, wearing horn-rimmed glasses, with an explosive body and a lewd woman’s suit, with a strict personality and her butt as her weak point.
When the anticipation of all the classmates filled the air in the class.
Drooling-
The door is open.
“To…”
“Ha…I was expecting nothing…”
The anticipation of the classmates flowed out like wind from a punctured balloon.
As if he didn’t care about the reactions of those friends.
Messy hair.
Even though it was a woman’s hair, the 2-8 split made it look like she had done pomade, and the curly permed hair gathered in the back swayed.
Her she standing in front of her lecture table.
Rocking, rocking.
My chest, which seemed to have no elasticity like a sagging philtrum, swayed uncontrollably.
“Oooh!”
The guy sitting across from me spit rainbows down his desk as soon as he saw it.
“Hey, nice to meet you. I will be in charge of you in the future…”
The new teacher behind her drooped, and her buttocks, which seemed to reach the muscles in the back of her thighs, dug into her eyes as they were in the one-piece dress that strangely revealed her body.
“Ohhhhh! Whoops!”
Now, I looked at the blackboard, ignoring my classmate who was drawing a handmade double piece and a rainbow under the desk.
Kikkik, Kikkik!
『Sumura』
“Now, no matter how energetic and mature you are, if you look at the teacher and think that way, he will scold you.”
The atmosphere in the class felt cheap for some reason.
“Yes…”
“I won’t do that… That kind of thing… Never…”
Then, the little guy who had been hidden by Mr. Sumura’s overwhelming appearance jumped up and made his way to the front of the lecture table as if to ask him to watch it too.
“My name is Hime!”
Pink hair fluttering in the air.
‘A pink slut?’
It seemed that my class would become a little more noisy in the future.
