Chapter 182 – Tickle Tsundere
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[A gene that can’t even be compared to my husband’s insignificant baby…! Please fill me up…!]
The heroine, her face completely melted, drenched in sweat, is giving her ejaculation to her man who is riding on top of herself.
She wears a police uniform cosplay and the image of her handcuffed to the bed is very obscene.
Even ambassadors are cheap.
“Ha… I’m really going crazy.”
Matsuda must have had her eye slightly sprained.
What does this mean for a good story?
It’s just a cartoon with all the stimulating pictures for a fun time.
The so-called mulberry red water. This cartoon was of that kind of genre.
Of course, I was aware of this artist’s style, and I’d seen a few of his earlier works, but this one was just too… Blatant.
Still, being able to draw really well and having excellent facial expression is an advantage.
Lenka, who was silently appreciating and analyzing Asagao’s various facial expressions and body shape, closed her book.
Unless there was an obscene purpose, there was no need to look further.
When Matsuda lends this, she has a very reminded expression…
Surely this book did not do that?
So… Does it mean that Matsuda is touching her book with her own dick?
“Hey…!”
Thinking that far, Lenka threw the book onto her bed in fright.
She then, startled, checked the book to make sure it wasn’t damaged.
Clean. There are no wrinkled parts.
It was fortunate. Suddenly going mad, she is both dumbfounded and pitiful.
What are you doing alone in your golden break…
Feeling embarrassed, Lenka put her book next to her pillow and lay down on the bed.
Then she thought
‘…Do I have to read them all…?’
Matsuda asked her to comment on her impressions, but she didn’t then explicitly decline.
What if Matsuda uses this to harass her?
It seems too grandiose, but it seems possible.
You only need to remember one of the important scenes from the beginning, middle, and second half.
If you ask her where she liked it, she’ll have to go around it by mentioning this.
Thinking so, Lenka picked up the book again.
‘Ugh…’
The teaching assistant scene that pops out from the beginning… Is embarrassing.
I’m not sure why people like this.
Lenka’s eyes groaned inwardly as she slowly skimmed through the book.
“…”
I thought it was just a doujinshi for pleasure, but looking closer, I see that there are fun points in everyday conversation.
It seems to show why the heroine is getting tired of her husband and how she is getting more and more attracted to the man she is dating.
Originally, in this genre, it is the royal road for a female protagonist to start by meeting a netori man and falling for his big cock, but the attempt to overcome that was fresh.
After correcting some of the pessimistic evaluation of her first impression, Lenka took the peach jelly Chinami had given her and read her manga.
Whoa-!
Meanwhile, the cell phone vibrates.
When I checked something, I got a call from her great-uncle who runs a restaurant in a sightseeing spot.
Between the books she was reading, she inserted a bookmark for her character she had bought herself, covered it, and Lenka pressed her call button.
“Yes, great uncle.”
– Lenka, how are you?
“It’s me… It’s always the same. How are the big uncle and the little uncle?”
– We are the same. By the way… You guys are on winter vacation soon, right?
“Huh. After final exams.”
-Then would you like to come down with Ken? Ask if you have any plans to ride a part-time job while touring for free.
At that, Lenka raised her upper body.
“No.”
-Why?
Why, is that what you call it?
To see how Matsuda, who helped his uncles, was condescending with his snot on his nose?
Since he is in a position to receive help, he should have stayed still… Just imagining it makes me shudder.
And what does Ken mean?
Calling me by name even though I’ve only seen it once… Even my uncles find it funny.
Aren’t they originally people with a lot of affection?
Matsuda’s pretense… It’s nothing, and I feel sorry for my uncles who fell for me because of their friendly appearance.
Lenka, who braided her long hair on the side with her fingers, answered.
“Because… That’s rude. My uncles are doing business a long way… An hour’s drive away…”
– No, is it rude to just ask? Aren’t you forcing me?
“Your uncles look scary. Matsuda will be scared imagining it.”
– Ken? Us?
My eldest uncle raises his voice as if he is saying something nonsensical.
Recalling the image Matsuda showed her at her restaurant the other day, Lenka let out a small sigh.
Certainly not one to be afraid of uncles.
“Anyway, it’s difficult…”
-If it is difficult to give it directly, please give me your phone number. Let us ask
“No.”
-Why don’t you like it?
“Just.”
-What? Have you been drinking
“Ah, what a drink…! I’m busy right now, can you hang up?”
– Is that so? Business isn’t going well these days… It’s difficult.
Talking about the financial aspect…
Doesn’t this make your heart weak?
“Are you having a hard time?”
– Not a lot, but a little.
“You have a bright voice for a difficult person… Aren’t you lying?”
– Huh, can we fool you?
“I lied to you a lot when I was younger. Running errands, always arousing my sympathy…”
-It used to be like that. Anyway, if you won’t give me your phone number, ask instead. Just cut it off
“What? I said no…”
Pop.
My uncle who hangs up the phone without answering.
Lenka, whose insides were boiling, murmured.
“Ha… That’s absurd…”
The reckless way of doing that is like Matsuda.
So, are the three of them a good match? Maybe.
“Damn…!”
Lenka scratched her head and laid her upper body back on her bed.
Let’s think about this tomorrow. Today, I want to watch cartoons peacefully.
**
“Why? To throw it away?”
On my way to the warehouse with two broken hukou in both hands, I nodded my head at the question of a third-year senior who was stretching in front of the room.
“No. I will send it for repair.”
“Why? You look fine.”
“It is old, and the inside is broken, so if you move it wrong, you will get hurt. So I’m going to send it along while it’s being repaired this time.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. Don’t use your equipment.”
“I didn’t do anything. Tell the other kids.”
“Don’t seniors go out as team captains? If you’re a leader, don’t you know how to embrace other people’s faults like a leader?”
“Don’t you know the captain who throws away?”
The discard captain refers to a tactic in which a strong player is placed in front to score 3 points in advance and the match ends before it is the captain’s turn.
In a team match in kendo, it is common to appoint the most reliable player in the team as the captain.
However, on rare occasions, the tactic of abandoning this captain is used.
It is sometimes used to catch the opponent’s team off guard when the difference in skill between our team and the opposing team is large, but it was good to say that there are few teams like this.
That senpai didn’t mean to do that at all, he was just joking at me.
“I’ll just throw it away now.”
“Go away, son of a bitch.”
A senior waving his hand with a smile.
After giggling and joking around with him, I arrived at the warehouse and arranged the hukou for repair.
After that, when writing the inventory ledger,
“My junior, my junior.”
Chinami came in without showing any signs of popularity and stabbed me in the back.
“Yes, Master.”
“Sorry for being late. Because Lenka didn’t let me go.”
“Are you okay. What does she mean by not letting go?”
“It is literally. He said he had to work, so he said that he was okay alone, and asked me to teach other juniors with me.”
Are you saying that he instigated while the owner was absent?
A very mean slave.
“Did something like that happen? It came out well.”
“I can’t make my juniors work alone. By the way… Your junior still has bad handwriting.”
Chinami’s words as she glanced sideways at the equipment manager.
Scratching the side of her head with her pen, I shrugged.
“I’m trying, but it’s not easy to fix.”
“Are you okay. I’m slowly getting used to your junior’s handwriting.”
How can our Chinami be so kind when she speaks…
The more you do, the more you want to touch it.
“Wow…!? Heheening!”
Chinami, who had suddenly pressed down on her cheek, moved her own lips that had become like a crucian carp.
She struggles with her arms and tries to push me away, but the difference between her reach is so great that I can’t touch her body at all.
Eventually, she gave up her resistance and stood quietly, obeying my touch.
I asked after moving around while pressing Chinami’s soft cheek with the palm of her hand.
“Will it be like this for a while?”
“… Say goodbye.”
“Do you like it?”
“Yes…”
Her heart aches
Chinami is so cute it hurts.
As I calmed her burning heart, she put my lips to her lips that smelled sweet, as if she had eaten a peach.
Earth prison.
“Hey!?”
She opens her eyes to her sudden action.
She told me to do whatever I wanted, but I guess I didn’t expect her to do something like this.
As I watched Chinami’s face turn pink like a ripe peach in an instant, I let go of her cheek and filled out the inventory again.
The relationship with Chinami must have developed by leaps and bounds, and now I think it’s time to squeeze her head out of the way.
How can I lead Chinami to a threesome naturally?
It is a day of deep trouble.
**
“Matsuda.”
Lenka calls me to come out after changing her clothes.
I answered with a smirk at the tone that was quite blunt, but with a little shyness in it.
“Why.”
“Take this. Good read.”
He looked around her and handed her a book wrapped in black vinyl, which seemed like a drug deal.
Accepting it, I asked.
“It was fun, right?”
“Just what… So-so.”
“Is that the end?”
“In the beginning, Asagao had a marital fight with her husband and jumped out in a fit of anger, right? Afterwards, we decided to reconcile and went to the mart to make delicious food…”
As if Lenka had been waiting, he recited his impressions.
He tells the story in detail and talks without pause about where he liked it and where he was disappointed.
You’re doing something under the hood
I can see a little sign of voluntary submission, so I’m going to pass on the fact that I tried to seduce Chinami earlier.
“… That’s it. It’s okay?”
“Is it okay? Why do you ask me that? I just want the manager to be satisfied with it.”
“Yes, you drove me by saying that that was the end…!”
“You drove me? Didn’t you just ask?”
“… Uh, yesterday I said it would be nice to have someone to talk to…”
“It’s a joke. Don’t be squeamish.”
“Who’s the one who’s mad…! Don’t fall into a delusion alone…!”
“All right. Why are you trying to scream?”
Lenka’s mouth pouted as if she was annoyed by my always smirking attitude.
You show me that too. Have I become much more comfortable?
Hmmm… I want to lick those plum-flavored lips and sprinkle some seed juice on them.
She mumbled her strange words with her aloof attitude and looked toward the window of her stale room when she suddenly called me.
“Hey.”
“Yes.”
“I have one wish left… Isn’t that long?”
“Yes.”
“Can you delay a bit?”
“Suddenly?”
“… Well… Do you remember Uncle Big and Little Uncle?”
Interesting twins who look scarier than the Yakuza, but have a naive nature.
There’s no way I can’t remember
“Of course I remember.”
“I asked for help during winter vacation, but I want to take you.”
“Is it so? Do you want to make that your last wish?”
“It’s like that…”
“Didn’t I tell you to wait for your last wish? Are you saying it’s a lot of trouble?”
“No, what… I can’t think of anything in particular, and they say that the restaurant business isn’t going well… Anyway, can you postpone it?”
Looking at the situation, it seems that those uncles called Lenka saying they were having a hard time.
It doesn’t matter to me, but do I have to film the food again?
If that’s the case, I’ll have to spend the night with Lenka there.
The park there is pretty, but I think it would be nice to take a walk at night.
“Well… Let’s do that.”
Was it surprising that I readily agreed?
Lenka’s eyes widened slightly.
“Is that okay?”
“The manager’s thought of the sales of the family-run restaurant is admirable, and I also want to see the faces of my uncles after a long time… So I’ll do something special. But why are you looking like that? Did you think you’d catch a quibble or something?”
“Oh, isn’t it…? Are you delusional again?”
No, what… It’s written all over your face.
I picked it up and laughed and said.
“Anyway, let’s do that.”
“Ok, thanks. Oh, and… There’s one more thing I want to say.”
“Try it.”
“Thank you so much for your patronage, and I know I owe you. But I’m writing a wish. Yes?”
“Yes.”
“So don’t use this as an excuse to get paid… Or something like that.”
I could barely hold back the laughter that was about to burst out.
It was because Lenka, who noticed the number of cases and made her do something strange, was very funny.
Lenka is getting better and better. Very good.
“All right.”
“…Is it real?”
I had no intention of getting paid for this.
Because I was going to get something else anyway.
“Do you want a finger?”
“Wh-what kind of finger is that…! It’s okay.”
As she tried to stick out her little finger, she jerked her head away.
The way the ends of the twisted ponytail lean to the side is pretty.
As I watched Lenka’s stoic tone with a milder tone, I felt her mood drop as soon as the door opened and Tetsuya came out.
That bastard has a knack for breaking the mood. Sometimes you need to drink water properly.
