Chapter 150 – Pandora’s Box #3
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Meong.
Miyuki, who was staring at the screen with her hand on the mouse, shook her head wildly.
He was a little shocked by what he was seeing now, so he let go of his mind for a moment.
‘Sister rice bowl…?’
Are you just imagining yourself and Kana lying in bed?
[Temptation of a girlfriend and a girlfriend’s friend] Is really… What should I say…
She is peeped to make fun of Matsuda, but on the contrary, she feels like she is being made fun of.
She has promised not to take it seriously, and he remains true to the fact that he has no intention of saying anything, but it is a little bitter inside.
Wiping his heart her, Miyuki turned off the monitor and put his laptop back in its original position.
Then he stared intently at Matsuda, who was sleeping with his back turned to him.
Clash-!
Feeling nasty and annoyed for some reason, I slapped him on the butt very hard.
“Ah. What…?”
Perhaps he doesn’t even feel pain, he raises his upper body while bursting out dry exclamations.
Miyuki cleverly made an excuse.
“Just.”
“… Just?”
“Yes. I just hit him.”
“What…? Have you suddenly gone out of your mind?”
“What are you saying… I’m going to sleep.”
Miyuki lying on the mattress with his snort her.
Matsuda asked cautiously if he could detect the strangeness in her voice of her.
“Are you mad because you just slept? Did you have anything more to say?”
There was absolutely nothing wrong with Matsuda.
Her impulsive behavior is her own problem.
“… Not really.”
“I think you’re right… Come here.”
Matsuda said in her sleepy voice and pulled Miyuki her own body her.
Miyuki, holding Matsuda’s hand her on his stomach her, pursed her lips as he felt his warm breath on the back of her neck her.
He himself opened Pandora’s box today.
But even so, it didn’t mean that Matsuda and himself had a falling out.
I found out that my taste in porn was a bit peculiar, but that wouldn’t have any impact on our relationship.
It was clear when he reflected on the attitude Matsuda had shown him before peeking at her laptop her, and when he saw the spring breeze in his heart her now, even though he only put his hand her on his stomach her.
The things you just saw… Let’s not try to keep them in our hearts.
Could it be that you wanted to see that kind of genre momentarily?
Of course, I made a separate folder called [Special], So it would be absurd to dismiss it as just an impulse, but… It’s okay. Because reality and fantasy are different.
Still, I think we need to think seriously about Matsuda’s taste his.
**
‘I saw it.’
When I was in a light sleep, Miyuki apparently unlocked the laptop and saw what I was given.
Otherwise, he had no reason to slap his ass of her.
You must have been a little shocked, right? But I can’t help it.
Sleeping with Chinami is also a sight, but if Miyuki learns the whole story after secretly doing it, she will pour out a tremendous resentment.
Until now, Chinami and I had n’t gone to the end, we were just caressing in the name of massage, and Miyuki does n’t know everything, but she knows that she did massage, so she it’s safe.
But not from now on when he is seriously thinking about spending the night with Chinami.
Who in the world would like to sleep with another woman without their girlfriend’s knowledge?
Before the situation got too serious, it was better to convince Miyuki.
However, it is not straightforward persuasion.
I was going to use a detour anyway. Giving Miyuki her options so that she can fully think and decide for herself.
The paving stone is to reveal my taste in pornography.
If this goes well, Miyuki will be reluctant at first, but she will gradually adapt.
I can’t say that the future harem plan is safe, but it will work out in its own way.
But if it doesn’t work out… You’ll either have to say it out loud or find another way.
There is a very high chance that Miyuki will disapprove of it.
The only thing I can rely on is that the relationship between Miyuki and I is now at its peak.
Let’s hope that Miyuki will accept it well with her generous heart.
I said, burying her nose in Miyuki’s hair in her.
“Miyuki.”
“Yes…?”
“Why are you angry?”
“I’m not angry… Go to sleep.”
“Do you want to go out for a minute? Would you like some ramen?”
“Now…?”
“Uh. Do you still want to eat?”
“No… I’m fine… Aren’t you sleepy?”
“Doesn’t it make you sleepy after beating your ass until it stings?”
At those words, Miyuki pulled the blanket over her and covered her head.
It seems she was ashamed of her actions that she did.
Giggling, I let go of Miyuki, got up from my bed, and started putting on her coat her.
Then Miyuki quickly pulled off the futon and raised her upper body to her.
“What are you doing…”
“I’m going to eat ramen. Get dressed too.”
“Hug me more.”
She stretches her arms out in front of her.
I shook my head at the rare aggressive look she showed, and I sat down without putting on her coat her and put my arm between Miyuki’s armpits her.
Then he held her waist tight.
Your head must be very complicated, right?
You may feel the urge to mention the porn to me, but you’ll find it difficult to get the word out.
So let’s act as natural and friendly as possible.
Until Miyuki mustered up her courage her, of course, and even after that.
After spending time with Miyuki in her arms her, I ate her ramen with her and went back to sleep.
The next day, in the car on the way back to Miyuki’s house.
Swoop.
I was driving while staring straight ahead, flinching when Miyuki’s hand moved her to my crotch her.
What does this mean? Are you trying to reciprocate because you were so satisfied with your relationship yesterday?
Or is it that he will release his sexual desire her through pornography instead?
“What are you doing…?”
I tried to interrogate Miyuki in an absurd manner, but she pretended to look out of her window and only fidgeted with her crotch her, which had begun to swell.
That was n’t enough, and when I did n’t say anything more, she blatantly put her hand her in her pants her.
The lower extremity where severe stimulation began to come.
I drove with utmost concentration and carefully.
By the time we almost reached Miyuki’s house, Miyuki’s hand movements began to speed up.
“Hey… Hey…!”
“Do you think it will come out?”
“…Yet.”
“Even now?”
“…..”
“Now is?”
“For a moment…”
As soon as I entered Miyuki’s neighborhood, I stopped the car on the shoulder of the road.
Then, realizing that my pleasure was on the verge of exploding, she
“Yes. You can do it.”
Pressing her body close to me, she insisted on ejaculation in a very strange voice.
The moment she heard those words, her stiff body her lost strength, and her lower legs her instantly became soggy and hot.
‘Under…’
I think I just got the stitches right… Is that right?
“A lot came out… ?”
Miyuki’s startled tone, still holding down.
For some reason, my pride was hurt, and I looked at Miyuki as she sighed.
“How are you going to go back like this… ?”
“That’s what Matsuda-kun should do on his own… Stupid.”
At Miyuki’s blunt tone her as she rubbed the inside to finish, I let out a blank laugh and started the engine.
Pants… I folded them yesterday, but I’ll have to wash them again.
**
After the day she saw the notebook, Miyuki would openly mention pornography.
It’s the same now. Before class, I was having a conversation like that with the baker and the vice-president.
“Men say they like porn that much.”
“They said so. But what kind of porn are you talking about all of a sudden? Matsuda-kun will be ashamed.”
“Would you rather like it? Because Matsuda-kun has a sinister inside.”
Insidious
It was something Miyuki said every time, but today it sounds very meaningful.
I was lying face down on the desk and said quietly.
“I hear everything. Be quiet.”
At that, Miyuki and the vice-captain laughed lightly, and the bakery girl gave a cough before changing the subject.
For me, this change in Miyuki’s attitude was a good sign.
It felt like Miyuki was slowly trying to gather courage.
Right now, I’m ashamed to mention it first, so I’m acting like a fox trying to sneak up on me, but after a while, I’ll feel frustrated and ask openly.
Yeah, couples who aren’t honest with each other don’t last long.
So, if you have any questions, ask. Then, let’s share the truth.
The time of inactivity has come.
I went to the club room, ignoring Tetsuya, who was always messing around today, and ran into Lenka.
“Hello, manager.”
“Hello! Director!”
Unlike me, who greeted me dryly, Tetsuya burst out with a booming voice like a person with a strong discipline.
She must have been taken aback by that, and Lenka, who shook her shoulder, raised her hand her with her awkward face.
“Hello, Miura. Are you here now?”
I said hello at the same time, but why are you only accepting that bastard?
10 additional whippings as punishment.
“Yes, manager.”
“Do you want to change clothes?”
“All right!”
Tetsuya answered vigorously and tried to enter the room.
And I, who was going to follow him,
“Matsuda. You stay.”
She turned her head to Lenka, who was waiting for me.
“Why.”
“If you stay, stay.”
Perhaps because I sensed a stern tone from Lenka’s tone her, Tetsuya tapped my shoulder with a look of pity.
He seemed to think I was going to get scolded by Lenka… Keep accumulating karma like that. How it goes
I sent him off with an annoyed expression and asked Lenka.
“Are you going to write your last wish?”
“… Every time I see me, I keep asking about my wish… Are you that anxious? Are you afraid to make it difficult?”
“It’s not that I’m anxious, it’s because I’m looking forward to it.”
“Are you expecting?”
“I’m excited about what kind of memories I can build with the general manager.”
“Chu, what memories are memories…! Even if it’s a nightmare…”
“Why are you losing your temper? Did something bad happen today?”
“It’s bad to see you…!”
“The manager called.”
“That, that’s the case… And you keep mixing plain language when you talk to me these days… What is the case? Will you be polite?”
“Why are you sad? It’s not a rigid hierarchical relationship between us… I think we can mix the average.”
“Do not be ridiculous…! You and I must have a solid hierarchical relationship, right…!”
“Ah, then the owner is me?”
“This…!”
Lenka’s face turned red.
Aah… I feel regretful if I don’t see that figure for even a day, but maybe it’s not Lenka who’s being trained, but me.
Giggling, I noticed Chinami approaching from a distance while eating ice cream and waved her hand at Lenka.
“Just joke. Good job.”
And before Lenka could say anything, she sprinted towards Chinami.
