Chapter 123 – Small Butt, Saggy Butt, Big Butt (3).
Episode 122, small butt, sagging butt, shapely butt (3).
“Ryu, that, then. I’ll go exercise with Takeshi.”
“Suddenly?”
“Haha, Tsuumi noticed the results of my training. It’s embarrassing, really. Uhahahahaha!”
Putting his hands on his sides and looking up at the ceiling, Takeshi was itching to show off.
The last time I told Tsuumi, “Wouldn’t it be nice to exercise?” Seems to be the reason why Tsuumi asked Takeshi to teach her.
‘Even though he’s stupid, he’s still a good guy with good posture and basics.’
The basics would have been well taught.
My girlfriend wanted me to teach her, but she also has Mr. Sumura’s work and she needs Mao to give her some semen today.
“Then, I will go first, Ryu~!”
“My, see you tomorrow. Ryu!”
“Yeah~”
After shaking her hand, I left alone in the hallway and started walking towards the ‘place’ that Mao had written down on her note.
During class today, I couldn’t concentrate on my studies because I was thinking about Sumura-sensei’s work.
All I can think of in my head is-
How to deal with it.
If I had a good stomach, I might be able to satisfy Sumura-sensei, who has become a monster through hysteria, but…
‘I don’t have the confidence to do it.’
I can’t find the value of continuing this second life until I have to do such a thing. It seemed more worthwhile to just bite my tongue and pray for a third life.
‘Then…’
The artist, who often drew repulsive appearances like Sensei Sumura, was also famous in her previous life. Distorted popularity to the extent that it became a kind of ‘meme’ and went around. She would be lying if I said I, the celestial daughter-catcher, didn’t look for her.
‘Does Sumura-sensei have a nephew?’
The only thing that kind of old monster-like heroine attacks is a super omnivorous human with nothing but sexual desire on its head.
We need middle school students who don’t even know what the taste is from the beginning, and who can’t tell whether this is delicious or disgusting.
Following in the footsteps of Sumura-sensei, I feel that I should first dig into the composition of her family and what her family life is like.
Ryuuuuu-kun
“Shit.”
I pulled up the collar of my trench coat to cover my face, and pulled the bowler hat I was wearing deeper.
In cloudy weather, drizzling rain fell.
This appearance, like a British spy, would hide me a little bit.
I burrowed through the shadows in the hallway.
*
“Whoa…”
Mao looked at the iron locker in front of her eyes. Ryu seemed to be over 190 tall, so the height of this locker should have been 2 meters, if not possible. A chest of drawers brought by giving two boys in the class a wink.
“The preparations are perfect.”
A steel chest of drawers that would be used a lot in horror movies or games, especially in the US. Surprisingly, there was an air net attached to the human eye level. If you get close, you can see the inside, but from the outside, if you look at it from a distance, you can barely see the air net.
Queek, Queek, Queek-
‘It’s very old.’
Still, knowing that she had to get inside, Mao began wiping the inside of the dusty iron chest of drawers with a towel.
After pulling his hair up into poop, Mao’s ass was exposed as he squatted and wiped off the dust with a towel.
Anyone who knew her, did she know that Mao could do things so familyly? A scene that seems to say.
After all, it was Mao who had the appearance of living without ever getting water on her hands.
“Really, I’m going to try a guy, what kind of a high school student is this? Just try not to eat this, that foreign bitch!”
Mao grunted, but oddly enough, her face was smiling.
After she had already seen the miraculous laws that the foreigner showed.
Deep in her heart, she had a firm belief in the law.
An old warehouse of the Gugyo, which is not often found by others.
A rusty cabinet there.
‘And the most important role of a tracker.’
Everything is ready.
Mao, who finally got up and cleaned the cobwebs inside the cabinet, had a strong conviction that the cobwebs inside her would soon be removed as well.
“Is this what it is, Precognitive Dream?”
What she meant to say was déjà vu, but no one knows whether those words fit her feelings.
When Mao, who had cleaned everything, slowly closed the door.
Kiki-, Kki-ik!
Thud-!
The door to the old gym room opened with a loud bang.
“What are you doing there, Mao? And that’s a cabinet I haven’t seen before?”
“Hiccup!”
Ryu finally entered the trap.
*
I don’t know why, but Ryu has become a gentleman in England alone. She looked at Ryu with a blank expression.
‘What the hell is that look like?’
Would it feel like that if you watched the mafia in the 70s and 80s?
Scared to think of that, Ryu took out a thick cigar from her chest and put it in her mouth.
“Hey, do you smoke?”
“No, this is mugwort.”
“What? No. Why are you sucking mugwort!”
Ryu doesn’t even care, as if he’s used to seeing Mao draining his liquid and seeing Mao like that. Ryu walked in calmly and placed the cigar on the dusty mat, then immediately put the 007 bag next to it.
Mao, whose gaze was taken by the bag, looked at the cigar and bag made of mugwort, then turned her eyes toward Ryu.
Ryu’s eye level is somehow lowered.
“What is it, when did you bring it?”
Ryu is sitting on a wooden chair made of black, antique ebony, with his legs crossed.
There was no reason to go outside, but after taking off the trench coat that was wet on the shoulders, he stretched out his long arms and put a mugwort cigar in his mouth.
“It’s not your business. Just check things out. There’s a rat behind me, so I want to finish the deal quickly.”
‘Crazy bastard.’
Business?
Giving me cum is just business to you, right? As of today, it will be no longer a business, so relax!
Mao can’t even understand basic English. Probably Ryuga Itsumu Natto your business. If you said that, you might have understood.
Anyway, Mao had no choice but to open the 007 bag, pushed by Ryu’s overwhelming charisma.
Just-!
And the exposed, well-arranged medicine for Mao. Unlike before, there was a pack labeled Coconut Milk.
Mao looked at Ryu with curious eyes.
“I told you, there have been rats lately. I changed her appearance a little for security. If in doubt, check it now.”
“No, what? If you put it in a place like this, it’s convenient for me to carry it. My friends always asked me what I was eating all the time.”
“Okay? Then the deal is over, so let’s get up-“
‘Ah, that can’t be!’
Mao looked at the watch, which was dusty but functioning normally. There are still three minutes left before the time she wants comes.
“Hey, wait!”
“Huh?”
Mao, who hurriedly grabbed Ryu with the trench coat over her arm, continued her words.
“No matter how much I think about it, I think I should give it a try.”
“Well, I told you to check beforehand. Let’s finish it quickly though.”
Ryu nodded her head, and Mao let out a sigh of relief, and with the utmost prudence she could, took out the semen pack from her 007 bag.
While looking closely to see if there was a leak, she reluctantly tore off the straw stuck to the pack next to her cheek, which was somehow sore.
“Ah Okay. I’ll do it quickly… , Don’t stare at me like that…”
After puncturing the semen pack with a plastic straw, Mao fanned her hand and sniffed at her, trying to kill her time.
‘How am I going to pass the time? No, it’s almost time now. Why aren’t you coming?’
Mao inserted a straw into the pack and slowly sucked in Ryu’s semen, watching Ryu’s eyes.
Ryu is now wearing a bowler hat that he had taken off.
Looking at that scene, I don’t know why, but it was clear that I was hooked on something again.
Mafia, what was the most important thing for the mafia in a movie like Mafia?
“Family (Family)?”
“What?”
No, it’s not the family, it’s the reason why family is important. That that…
“Ah! Trust!”
“I don’t know what you are talking about. The deal is over, so I’m done…”
“How can you believe that this semen is Ryu’s semen!? That, this semen could be any semen.”
Liu, who flinched and stopped, turned around. Under the shadow of the bowler hat, Ryu’s fierce eyes scanned Mao.
“T-Take those pants down for a minute, I’ll check the smell.”
Overwhelmed by the atmosphere, Mao’s hand reaching for his belt was frozen in Ryu’s charisma. Ryu put a cigar in his mouth and opened the suit jacket he was wearing with one hand. Something silver flashed in Ryu’s arms.
‘Gun, Gun!?’
“No, I made a mistake, it’s okay not to check, Ryu.”
I wonder if anyone would carry something like a gun, but for some reason it was Mao who thought that Ryu would naturally carry it.
Mao backed away at something shiny silver.
“To?”
As Munryu placed the cigar in his mouth on the mat, he burned the muzzle of his gun with the tip of the cigar, which had weakened.
Click-!
Fire from the muzzle.
Not that gunpowder, just fire.
‘Really, I think about it once in a while. I really want to kill him.’
Ryu blew smoke and glanced down as he loosened his belt. The chin raised arrogantly seemed to ask what he was doing without confirming it.
Seeing that, Mao shook his fists and gently knelt down in front of Mafia Mode Ryu.
Along with the suit pants, Ryu’s cock was exposed in the silk drunk pants that his grandfather would have worn in the old days.
Even in her non-eretic state, Mao held up his cock, which easily exceeded the size of her head, with both hands.
Sniff-, sniff!
In fact, Mao can be proud that he only tasted her semen more than Ryu’s girlfriend, Tsuumi. Mao knew at least that it was Ryu’s semen from the smell of her semen that rose from the moment he punctured her semen pack.
Her flabby nose as if in her good mood, Mao actually stuck out her tongue, feeling that the withdrawal symptoms were getting worse.
‘Now, I think it’s been 3 minutes.’
I glanced at my watch, it was already 3 minutes.
Mao thrust her trembling tongue into her mouth. Willpower not like an addict.
Because today we will eat with the lower mouth, not the upper one.
『Ryuuuuu~!』
Mao’s lips twisted up.
*
‘Damn it, how did you know?’
I hurriedly pulled up my pants and went close to the iron door and locked it.
How the hell did you know I’m here?
It was drizzling outside, and even though it couldn’t rain in the hallway, the concept was properly grasped to the point where my shoulders got wet from the rain. I walked along the shade perfectly, but why did things turn out this way?
‘It was enough to break through my concept, Sumura-sensei.’
“Ryu… “
I put my hand over Mao’s mouth, trying to get her to say something, and I started to look around her.
An old warehouse room.
There is a small window at the top, but not large enough for people to pass through.
Should I break down the wall?
But breaking the wall could also be a reason for discipline. If so, they could face a situation where they gave the initiative to Sumura-sensei.
『I know what’s inside~ Hohohoho!』
As the iron door began to rattle, I pushed a piece of wood next to it with my foot to help block the iron door.
Kung-!
Queek, Queek, Queek!
If you forcibly push the iron, will it make this sound?
The iron gate crumpled and began to stretch into the shape of Mr. Sumura’s face.
“Sigh…!”
A shivering Mao and Sumura-sensei’s body, which seemed to have had her face plated with iron, were entering the iron door.
I slightly lifted Mao’s body and began to slowly step back.
A steel cabinet I had never seen before.
I quietly go inside the cabinet with Mao.
Boom!
Hid herself
“Ryu-kun! Where are you?”
Pounding
Air nets in steel cabinets.
Turning over the mat, Mr. Sumura is looking for me. I could see the broken gym equipment flying out of the cabinet.
“Hmm… Am I late?”
Light entering the cabinet’s air grid was obscured.
“I was late. Ryu-kun?”
A pale yellow egg white full of thread veins was approaching through the air net.
