Chapter 270 – Is It Soft Because It’s Pretty? Is It Pretty Because It’s Soft?
“Bye.”
Miyuki’s words as she landed in front of her house early in the morning.
Her face was full of vitality, unlike me who was pale.
It’s too lively for someone who went away without even trying while feeling a bigger orgasm than me yesterday.
It feels like it has absorbed all of my energy.
If you look at photos of sports players or male celebrities who went on their honeymoon, they all have dead faces, unlike the brides, and I think I know why.
“Okay.”
Shaking my head weakly, I stepped on the accelerator while watching Miyuki waving her hand through the side mirror.
You were very satisfied this morning, are you going to do it again today?
I have absolutely no intention of rejecting it, but I don’t know if I’m suffering from an illusion.
Still, I was glad that Miyuki liked it.
It’s also enjoyable.
I went to Lenka’s house and found her wearing black jeans, a thick black hoodie, and a thick padding jacket, and I snorted at her.
It seems that he intends to provoke my anger by wearing clothes with excellent defense power… It’s a very disrespectful rebellion.
Rattle.
Lenka opens the passenger door and gets into her car.
She looked at me with her true face with satisfaction and asked.
“Why are your eyes black? Didn’t you sleep?”
“Yes.”
“Did you have insomnia?”
“It’s not like that.”
“Sorry.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“No.”
Why do you keep beating yourself up?
If you don’t do it even though you want it to, that’s not the way it is.
I need to get used to spanking and start slowly.
Starting her car, I put my hand on Lenka’s leg and gently stroked her thighs.
Afterwards, taking advantage of the timing when she cleared her throat as if she was uncomfortable, she slightly raised her hand and gave it a rather strong snap.
Slap-!
A crackling sound echoing through the car.
At the same time, Lenka’s whole body trembled.
“Hey!?”
She instinctively brought her hand to the area where she had been hit, and she glared at me like she was going to kill me, then yelled at her.
“Hey! Did you turn!?”
“Then why are you messing around?”
“Ai-san… It hurts…!!”
“Damn?”
“… Because you hit me suddenly, I can’t help but say harsh words!”
“Isn’t it too severe?”
“What if I get sick! Die!”
“Are you really sick?”
“… Uh.”
Judging from the look on her face as she was hesitant to answer and couldn’t keep her eyes on one place, she didn’t feel that much pain, more like she was surprised.
I said after I pushed Lenka’s hand aside and touched the part where she had hit me.
“Then why are you messing around?”
“When did I mess around…”
“Isn’t it surprising that I said that I feel sorry for you because I don’t have insomnia? Was it a mockery to anyone?”
“Joe, not mocking… Oh anyways go…”
“You are on your way.”
“I meant to shut up.”
“It’s black again.”
“…”
Lenka’s mouth closed.
I thought it was funny that he kept doing that, even though he wouldn’t be able to find even after fighting, and I touched Lenka’s leg whenever I had a chance until I arrived at the cafe.
“Ah…! Stop touching me…!”
“Stay still.”
“Ha… Pervert bastard…”
I keep trying to bounce it, but when it doesn’t work, Lenka’s reaction, giving up and drooping, is a bonus.
With her blushing face as she calmly accepted her touch, I arrived at the cafe.
**
As Lenka prepared for her opening, she often fidgeted with her cell phone.
It looks like you’re chatting, but if the other person is a guy, you’ll have to pay for it.
With such a resolution, I approached Lenka and asked.
“What are you doing besides working?”
Sensing her presence, Lenka startled and turned her head away.
“… Never mind.”
“What is it?”
“Ah what is this…! It’s a knock…”
“With who? Are you a man?”
“You know what? And can’t I chat with a guy?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because it belongs to me.”
“They say that again… It doesn’t work anymore.”
“You seem to have developed a tolerance?”
“Doc… Hot…!”
Lenka’s whole body, which was trying to tell her to shut up, twitched wildly, as if her muscles were suddenly convulsing right before she fell asleep.
It was because I put my hand between her thick buttocks.
Feeling her hand touching the bottom of her own crotch and beginning to slither back and forth over her, she drew her legs together and bit her lower lip as if she had found pleasure.
“Please…! Don’t touch me here…!”
It’s ‘here’…
In other places, it sounds like you can touch it to your heart’s content.
Her Lenka snuggled up behind her and blew her snort into her new white, long neck, and she, gasping for breath, hurriedly came out and distanced herself from her.
She rests her hands on her counter and breathes as hard as someone who has sprinted her.
I asked again, towards her, who seemed to be starting to get excited.
“Who are you talking to?”
“…With Miura…”
“Miura? Why?”
“I was told to come today… I was told to come next time…”
It must have been last night that Tetsuya found out the cafe’s location…
Action is really great. On a topic that wasn’t originally that kind of guy.
Filled with hatred toward him today, I thought so.
“Is it so?”
“Uh… Ah, but Miura doesn’t know that you and I are part-timers? I called yesterday, but I didn’t notice…”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“Why?”
“Why? Do I really have to say that?”
“No, that’s not…”
“Anyway, so you’re saying you even called the guy?”
“I did it. Why is that…? Can’t you do it Don’t try to suppress me.”
Tired of Lenka’s tone like an adolescent girl, I shrugged.
“I am not trying to suppress it. However, it would be better to act while thinking about the future.”
“Tongue, don’t threaten me…! That’s oppression…!”
“Can you forgive me?”
“I acted of my own free will, but I need to forgive you and sleep…!? You shameless bastard…?”
“Should slaves have free will?”
“Ha… I know it’s useless to talk to you for a hundred days, so let’s stop here.”
You did your best in volunteering yesterday, so I’m letting you go now.
However, I should be rewarded for revealing my secret home to a disgusting bastard like Tetsuya.
At least I should get a fella.
Otherwise, I don’t think it will pay off.
“Wh-what are you looking at with those eyes…?”
Reading her sinister eyes, Lenka saw her take a half step back, and I raised the corners of my mouth.
“No.”
“That… Hey.”
“Why.”
“Have you practiced kendo for the fort…?”
“Just when you’re bored?”
“Okay…? Are you not doing it at all? I’ll see you next time.”
“Suddenly?”
“What a surprise… We have the next competition, so we have to practice… Bring some porridge tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. I will test it for a while before opening.”
“What… You don’t have to bring a shinai all this way. I’ll just ask Master to let me know.”
“No. Although Chinami is good at teaching people, she uses the same top three as you… I think she will only do weird things when she’s alone with you…”
It’s not wrong, so I can’t refute it.
Chinami is a person with a demonic charm, the more you look at her, the more you want to touch her.
“Like you did with the manager?”
“Damn…! Don’t say anything strange, bring it if you want…!”
“Is the manager in a position to give me instructions?”
“Then it’s not natural. I’m the manager and you’re a member…”
“Since you said that, I have nothing to say. Then, how about going to the manager’s house? Please see it there.”
At those words, Lenka’s eyes widened.
“What…? My house…?”
“Yes. How would you like to see me here? I have to work. Besides, wielding a shinai in a store is dangerous, and it looks like that even outside. Wouldn’t it be better to stop by the manager’s house and do it right when you get off work? The manager’s house probably doesn’t even have equipment or training grounds.”
“Huh, there’s no separate training ground…”
“But you can do it right with practice.”
“That’s true… Oh, how about stopping by the kendo club after work? If there…”
“It doesn’t matter, but I want to go to the manager’s house more. I want to see the figures too.”
“… Just to see the figure…?”
Lenka made a very suspicious expression.
He must have been worried that I might do something naughty there.
It’s like I’m looking forward to it. Like pervert.
“Looking at figures, practicing kendo. Something like that.”
“Oh, I don’t think so… Anyway, no.”
“Let’s talk slowly later.”
“No… You said no. You can’t decide on your own…?”
“So let’s talk slowly. Shall we work now? It’s time to open. I’ll sort things out.”
“Oh yeah…”
Pretending to move quickly, Lenka was swept away by the atmosphere.
After a brief moment of hesitation, I saw Lenka start organizing her supplies, and I went into the storage room, hoping to visit her sooner or later.
**
“Hello, friend. Hello junior too.”
As soon as I opened the cafe, I heard a welcome greeting.
Chinami came inside and looked around.
I quickly approached Chinami and pressed her cheeks, which were flushed red from the cold, and said.
“What are you doing here?”
“Muhuhu… They say Momo’s goods are sold nearby, so until the store opens… Oh, by the way, could you please clean your hands? I feel uncomfortable talking.”
“Are you done now?”
“Yes. There is a store that has collaborated with Momo’s brand, and I came here to drink iced tea until it opened.”
“Is it so? If it’s a collaboration store, there will be a long line, but shouldn’t we have to wait in advance?”
“Oh, that’s fine. The goods I’m going to buy this time are of a relatively unpopular type… So I’m sure there will be some left even if I go leisurely.”
“Why aren’t you buying anything else?”
“All other products are at home. It’s because we’re reselling the things we collaborated on the other day.”
Chinami’s mother’s love is great the more you know about it.
But what… Momo is cute, so I understand.
If there were Ahegao goods, I would have lined up to buy them too, but that’s a bit disappointing.
Taking Chinami, who was having a friendly conversation with Lenka, I sat her in a corner where she could barely see the counter, and I straightened her bangs there.
Later, as Lenka started making her iced tea, she unbuttoned Chinami’s coat one by one.
Chinami, realizing what I was about to do, was flustered and stuttered her words.
“Huh, junior…! It’s office hours now…”
“There are no guests.”
“Uh huh…! Even so, if this is the case…”
“I don’t have a camera, so it’s okay.”
“Aha… But I’m not talking about the camera problem… Wow…!”
Perhaps surprised by my hand digging into her hood, Chinami’s body shrank.
Unlike her face, which had been hit by a lot of cold wind, her belly was very warm and smooth.
Why is a pretty girl’s skin so soft?
No, is it pretty because it’s soft? I guess I’ll have to do some serious research.
“Whoa…!”
Chinami groaned as she flinched at the touch of her belly button and her waist, which had been ripped to fit her neatly.
I giggled at the unique exclamation of her cuteness and continued to smear my body odor on her body.
“Chinami, the iced tea is ready… Oops!”
When her cage came to her seat, Lenka looked at her as she jerked her head away.
“Are you done?”
“…”
Uncharacteristically, she was covering her face with her hands.
The scene where Chinami and I are kissing is embarrassing.
I said, finishing the skinship with Chinami by removing her hand from her hood.
“Master. I’ll bring you iced tea.”
“Four…? Four…!”
Chinami was just as flustered as Renka, so she didn’t know what to do.
An interesting picture came out. From now on, I will only bring iced tea and leave the place so that Lenka and Chinami can talk.
