Chapter 231 – Lenka’s Assistant’s Journal 3 #2
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Uhm…
In Lenka’s head, who was staring at the ceiling with his mouth wide open, the events of the day were recalled.
Wearing a disgraceful outfit and dancing like a beggar rabbit…
And Matsuda, who attacked himself like that…
The intense touch that follows, the exhilarating body, and the body odor of a vicious male exudes masculine beauty that permeates the skin…
Klopp.
Sensing Matsuda’s manly smell that still lingered in her body, Lenka remembered the attitude Matsuda had shown when he tried to dissuade her, and involuntarily swallowed her saliva.
It’s soft, but it’s a half-bass with a feeling of pressure for some reason.
The moment I heard that, my heart raced, and I almost lost my mind.
It would be a lie to say that she was honestly not thrilled.
It was nice to hear that much, and it was a voice that suited a person named Matsuda.
‘Crazy bitch… Really crazy…’
It’s absurd to think of such a thing while being humiliated.
Lenka, who controlled her heart by swearing at herself, remembered Matsuda’s touch this time.
A strange sensation came to her momentarily as she held her stocky thighs between her own legs and pressed her bare skin with her fingertips.
It is a feeling that seems to be the most appropriate to express that severe static electricity has flowed.
Was it an orgasm? Or was it the goosebumps from the touch of someone he didn’t like?
Thinking about how the temperature didn’t go bad and my body temperature went up even though it was a touch I never gave permission for…
“I’m sorry…!”
Suddenly itchy down
If you change it to an adult cartoon expression, it feels a little queer.
Instinctively pulling his legs together, Lenka rubbed his tight thighs up and down before turning over.
Why did she just ignore Matsuda’s unscrupulous act of touching her body without her permission?
She even had the idea that she was, very funny, very Matsuda-like.
Common sense makes it impossible… Her mental head must have gone out.
Still, Matsuda is unique.
Because she seems to have resisted lust when she told her to stop.
She is somehow glad that she listened to herself, even though her heart must have been like a chimney to go deeper.
‘No, what’s so special about it?’
While thinking about that, Lenka shook her head.
There’s no reason to favor her, so why does she and she think these stupid things?
If this is the case, it’s a slave doll that has been completely remodeled.
It’s as if she’s been trained unwittingly.
Just like the heroine of Matsuda’s favorite companion piece.
Certainly he likes his assistants.
Considering the manga recommended by Renka on Animeshare and the manga about Asagao’s family situation in real life, his tendencies are probably on the dominant side.
Likes to dominate women.
All of the wishes Matsuda wrote were also related to the teaching assistant.
He made them call themselves masters and follow his orders in a love hotel with a prison-like concept.
There were times when Lenka herself was imprisoned inside her narrow cage, and even her maid’s uniform was tied around her neck with a leash, holding it to admire her.
So, is Matsuda trying to tutor himself?
Like the submissive girl from the manga he recommended?
Are you thinking of having a fresh relationship with Chinami, and using Lenka as her plaything to satisfy her desires that pure Chinami can’t?
A swearing sound came out of Lenka’s mouth, which had reached that point.
“You bastard…!”
How dare you look at yourself like that…!
Let’s not play with Matsuda’s dirty hands any more.
Thinking so, Lenka went into her anime share and tried to swear at MK, then looked at the shopping bag in the corner of her room.
Are bunny girls that good? To the point of losing my temper and rushing?
Of course, it is true that there is a lot of exposure, which arouses the desire of the viewer…
The other day, Matsuda was like that.
Cosplay is good because Lenka did it herself.
At the time, when she heard that, she wanted to have all of those guys, but now, surprisingly… It doesn’t seem too bad.
Should I say that I feel special?
Anyway, I’m glad you brought it.
If she hadn’t brought it, Matsuda would have had her nose stuck in that outfit that had her own body odor on it by now.
Or maybe…
“Haaaaagh!”
Lenka screamed at her, imagining Matsuda sticking her hand inside her stocking and twiddling her own penis.
OK,
-What’s happen? Is the figure broken?
From outside her room, Lenka’s mother’s worried question was heard.
Aware of her mistake and her own mistake, Lenka hurriedly cleared her voice.
“Ah, it’s nothing…!”
Lenka, who had sent her mother back, wiped her own heart.
Let’s calm down. Matsuda is a severe pervert, but she’s not one to degenerate to that extent.
‘Handsome or not… Annoying…’
Sunken eyelids, thick eyebrows… And a pointed nose. Even the skin is good.
Recalling the features he had seen right in front of her nose, Lenka purred her lips and covered her nose with the blanket.
Something really big happened today.
What should I say to Chinami? Her eyes are blurry
Now, how is she herself?
I don’t know. Her head hurts She doesn’t want to think about anything right now, so let’s calm her down by looking at her figure.
“…”
She is not at all appeased.
Just sleep? No, I couldn’t sleep, but if I closed her eyes, I would only think of Matsuda.
I don’t know if this will keep me up all night.
Swoop.
Lenka, trying to somehow erase her complicated state of mind, unconsciously put her hand to the nape of her neck.
Matsuda’s lips brushed past this place.
Her feeling was quite tickling, moist, and lukewarm.
‘Was it good…?’
Because of Matsuda’s unpredictable behavior, the panic is gone, and she can’t remember what feelings she had at the time.
However, it doesn’t seem to be negative.
Why? It’s not because I don’t hate Matsuda, it’s because I just thought he was mischievous.
But then, didn’t she feel a hard touch on her belly and in the middle of her crotch?
Not sure. But if it’s true, it’s probably Matsuda’s…
Phut! Phut!
Lenka, who had been imagining her wild side, kicked her quilt hard.
‘Am I also a pervert…?’
Even after going through something unimaginable and something that would have made her feel repulsed in the past, she still has this kind of sexual curiosity.
Maybe she herself is just like Matsuda… No, maybe she’s more perverted than Matsuda.
The possibility that some kind of hidden instinct has awakened cannot be ruled out.
“Ha…”
Trying to somehow control her distraught mind, Lenka gave serious thought to her own nature.
At the same time, he tried to relive how Matsuda felt when she hugged him.
Unconsciously anyway.
**
The next morning.
Arriving in front of her Lenka’s house 30 minutes before her departure time, I left her a message.
Then, a few minutes later, the gate opened, and Lenka slowly approached and opened the car door.
Rattle.
“Hello.”
“… Uh…”
Lenka, who greeted me with a soulless voice, felt very uncomfortable under her eyes.
As expected, I didn’t get enough sleep.
Without even making eye contact with mine, I thrust my face right in front of her tired face.
“Huh?”
Then he looked at her with her anxious eyes, causing her astonishment.
“Did you not sleep?”
“Did you sleep well. The face or the chi… Oops!?”
Lenka flinched at her tantrum and closed her mouth.
Because I put the back of my hand on her forehead.
I murmured after embarrassing her for a moment.
“I don’t have a fever.”
“Hey, why do I have a fever…?”
“Your face is red.”
“Me, me?”
“Yes. Aren’t you sick anyway?”
“… It doesn’t hurt… And don’t care if it hurts or not.”
“How can you care? If a slave gets sick, it’s a big deal. I have to work.”
“Such a dog…”
“I will depart.”
I interrupted Lenka’s outburst and immediately started the car.
Arriving at the cafe, accepting Lenka’s grumbling and not grumbling, I opened the locked back door and turned on the cafe light.
“I’ll change my clothes first, manager.”
“Change your clothes…? Ah… The uniform…”
What if you react so sensitively to every little thing?
There are many more words to be said in the future.
“I was going to.”
Was it because he didn’t want to lose his temper, or was he trying to make an excuse?
Lenka, wearing her quads, entered her dressing room.
A door that clicks and locks. Tired of Lenka trying to keep her safe, I washed her hands in her sink and silently waited for her to come out.
Squeak…
Soon after, Lenka came out in her uniform and apron.
After clearing her voice, I called her to the counter as she passed me pretending to be calm and indifferent.
“Director.”
“Hit!? Why…?”
What’s the chuimsae just now?
It was very cute.
“Come over here for a second.”
“Where…?”
“Here you go.”
Pointing at the inside of the locker room, Lenka’s head shook.
“What are you going to do…? I’m not going…!”
“Oh, I won’t do anything weird, so come.”
“…”
Lenka drew her own long eyelashes and cautiously approached.
Reluctantly, I thought it was funny how she listened so well, and when Lenka made her way all the way into her dressing room, I rummaged in her pockets and pulled out something from her.
“Eat this.”
A purple candy in a small wrapper came out with a rustling sound.
Seeing that, Lenka asked with a puzzled expression.
“What is this?”
“It’s candy.”
“Then why are you giving me this?”
“I went to the convenience store yesterday, and they were selling blueberry-flavored candies. I brought one because I wanted to give it to the manager.”
Having said that, I tore off the wrapper, took out the candy, and held it out in front of Lenka’s bright red lips.
“Sleep.”
“… Just give it to me. I will eat.”
“I’m not listening again. Open your mouth.”
“Are you crazy? No.”
“Ah do it.”
“Do you know how to open up like that? Go away!”
She poured out her curse and pursed her lips inward.
I smiled at Lenka, who showed her funny side, and I put the candy in the middle of her lips and gradually pushed it with force.
“Ugh!”
At that, Lenka’s eyes closed tightly.
I can see her struggling as if she would not open her mouth even if she died.
Normally Lenka would have kicked her shin when I did this, but she’s just acting cute like this…
It seems like yesterday was a big deal.
I continued my work while holding Lenka on the back of her neck.
Tok.
Then, unable to withstand my strength, Lenka’s mouth opened softly, and her candy touched her tightly closed teeth.
When she applied more force there, her Lenka’s teeth gradually opened, and the soft tip of her candy entered between them and got caught.
In that state, I pushed the opposite side of her candy with my thumb and forced the candy halfway into Lenka’s mouth.
And a thumb too.
“Hey…!?”
At the stranger’s finger that had slipped into her own mouth, her Lenka’s closed eyes flashed open.
Her bewildered eyes subsided as she lowered her pupils to see what she had sucked in.
Seeing my mischievous expression, her self-esteem must have been hurt. Her eyes turned ferocious.
Kwak…!
I bit off the first knuckle of my thumb that had entered her mouth.
Even in the midst of that, he even adjusts his strength appropriately so that his skin is not pierced, but seeing that, I feel that there are not many days left where I can play slaves with Lenka.
If the old Lenka had been forcibly sold and had been a nobleman who couldn’t acknowledge her own situation,
Now she is aware of her position as a slave, but her aristocratic habits still remain, and her pride and rebelliousness remain.
I guess you can think of it just like this.
“Don’t bite. It hurts.”
Even while feeling the stinging pain, let’s gently stroke Lenka’s back neck and hair.
“… Eup!?”
Only then did Lenka, realizing that she allowed my touch on the back of her own neck, opened her eyes wide, and she hurriedly pushed my breasts out of her.
“This person…! Die!”
Then, fiddling with her own reddened cheek as if she were about to explode, she cursed me and ran out of her dressing room as if she were running away.
All the while, she was rolling the blueberry-flavored candy I had put in her mouth.
Bang!
Looking at the strongly closed locker room door, I licked my lips.
I was going to show you how to take Lenka’s warm saliva-stained thumb to my mouth and suck it in…
It’s a pity.
