Chapter 339 – Coercive Training Records
“It’s all here.”
“…”
Miyuki doesn’t wake up until she pulls into the parking lot.
It is very pretty when he falls asleep with his mouth open.
I was thinking about what to do, but I decided to wait until she woke up because there was still a lot of time left.
Without turning her engine off, I raised her air conditioner temperature by about 2 degrees, and Miyuki turned her sideways.
I pull up the blanket over me and try to fall asleep more deeply, but I want to bite it.
Miyuki, who didn’t seem to wake up for a long time, opened her eyes unexpectedly quickly.
She asked, still with her blanket covered, turning her head around to check where she was with her dirty, heavy eyes.
“Arrived…?”
“Grow more. There is plenty of time left.”
“No… I have to get up now so I don’t fall asleep in class…”
Even if you die soon, you want to pay attention to the class.
Thinking it was Miyuki, I put my hand inside her blanket and touched her arm.
Miyuki’s soft skin, perhaps because she had just woken up.
The day she was massaging her own warm arm, her chin went up as she stared at her gently.
Taking advantage of that opportunity, I quickly reached out to her and scratched Miyuki’s neck as if I were touching her dog under her chin.
Then Miyuki gently closed her eyes and let out her long snort.
I love it because it feels like I’m feeling my touch.
While thinking that, Miyuki suddenly put her own face between her armpits and let out a blank laugh.
“What are you doing?”
“Quiet. You idiot.”
I hear her sucking in her breath as her determined voice made her shut up.
Does my body smell that good?
I like Renka and Chinami too, but not enough to pierce her nose like Miyuki now…
“Done…”
While thinking about this and that, Miyuki smelled her scent and opened the passenger side door with a satisfied smile.
It seems that the energy charge is over.
Exhausted, I turned off the engine and headed to the classroom with Miyuki.
Took.
When I put the textbook on the desk, the baker who was chewing bread in front of me coughed and coughed.
I sat in her seat and chinned her.
“Hey.”
“Coke.”
“Why do you always eat only bread?”
“Kek…! I’m sorry… Ha, would you like one…?”
It’s been a long time since I’ve heard a bread girl say something other than cough.
“No.”
“Eh… Coke!”
If I told her not to eat bread in the future, would the baker get angry? Or will she timidly nod her head as she does now?
For some reason, it seems that he will act like the latter and take a terrifying revenge.
After thinking about useless things, I sorted out the protruding hair of Miyuki, who was still rubbing her eyes to see if she was still drowsy.
With her head slightly turned to the side, she stared blankly at her front and silently accepted my touch.
I also like Miyuki, who lost her soul due to her fatigue.
“Miyuki, aren’t you feeling well today?”
She was spending an hour chatting with her, when Tetsuya entered her classroom just in time and interrupted us without hesitation.
I thought it was quiet these days, but it started slowly.
I wonder if boxing gave me some confidence.
“Hello, Tetsuya-kun…”
As her Miyuki waved her one hand helplessly, Tetsuya asked, looking at her with her worried eyes.
“I guess you came back late from the country yesterday?”
“Yeah… At dawn.”
“It must have been difficult. Eat this.”
After saying that, Tetsuya handed Miyuki a slim glass bottle.
It was a mixed drink with vitamins.
It’s been a while since you’ve acted like a kind heroine.
I guess you could say I’ve really improved.
“Thank you.”
Miyuki, who thanked me with a bright smile, groaned to open the lid, then passed her bottle to me as if it couldn’t be done.
I meant to open it.
Accepting this naturally, I let out an absurd laugh inwardly as I watched Tetsuya’s face contort as he returned to his seat.
Miyuki unintentionally made Tetsuya boil.
Why would he buy that guy and try to get NTR?
No, actually, it’s an act that can’t be called netorare, but is your taste a little like that?
If so, I want to ask if you like things like MTR.
I think I’m getting angry, but I think my body has improved, and I must have gained some experience with boxing…
I hope you won’t quarrel with me anytime soon.
**
After seeing off Miyuki, who went to take care of her student council affairs after eating her lunch, I thought about what to do and sent a message to Lenka.
Of course, it was through the Anyshare app.
[Where are you?]
[I told you not to send me this, you idiot.]
[Where is it?]
[Rest area]
[Kendo club?]
[Uh.]
[What are you doing there?]
[You know what to do.]
Mum. As expected, our Lenka doesn’t listen to me when I speak softly.
I have to go and mess it up.
Arriving at the kendo club, I knocked on the supervisor’s office.
No response. Guess where it went
Well, so Lenka must be here.
Without hesitation, I went to the women’s lounge and opened the door. There was Lenka lying on her side watching a cartoon on her phone.
Even though she openly shouted, she ignored me and just stared at her screen.
It’s very peaceful. Are you in third grade and not worried about the future?
Like Yamazaki, who graduated, a scholarship offer might have come.
“Were you resting?”
“Stop bullying people and get out of here.”
Reaction exactly as expected.
I giggled and said as I entered the break room.
“You know I want to torment you even more by saying that, right?”
“Do not be ridiculous. And this is the women’s break room. It’s a place that people like you shouldn’t come in.”
“I came in from time to time when I was cleaning.”
“Do not lie. Chinami is in charge of the women’s lounge, but she’s talking nonsense.”
“And you did it here last time.”
At those words, Lenka’s head jerked toward me.
A face and a resentful look as if asking why he was suddenly bringing up such a story.
Lying down next to Lenka, whose face was gradually turning red, I touched her legs, which were covered by her uniform skirt.
“Ai-san… I really want to die…”
Then Lenka patted her arm with her hand as if brushing off a nasty fly from her.
Regardless of that, I wrapped my Lenka around her slim waist and peeked at the screen of her cell phone she was looking at.
“What were you watching?”
“… I don’t know.”
“A teaching aid?”
“Ah, what an assistant! Stop talking like a real beggar…!”
When you get angry, do you watch cartoons with assistant scent added?
It’s funny how you get stabbed.
“But why do you answer like that?”
“What…!”
“I asked what you were doing in the break room, but why do you say you are doing it on your own?”
“… Phew, it’s a break room, so of course I’m resting…! You’re wrong for asking that…”
Lenka’s long legs, which continue to tickle her, and her strong thighs and silence followed stand out.
I poked her finger at her round buttocks behind him.
“Ehh!?”
At the same time, the elasticity that bursts out.
Recently, Lenka’s moaning has become quite bizarre, and I’m glad that when she has a relationship with me, she seems to be finding her own identity.
Her sting is pushed away with a tangy sensation.
It feels great. Are you exercising separately?
It is a body full of metamorphosis. As for the silence followed soaring upward… It doesn’t make sense that I was just enjoying a body like this.
Pushing her hand toward Lenka’s waistline, who even dropped her cell phone, touched her ilium.
This is also one of Lenka’s attractive points. It’s much clearer than Miyuki or Chinami, and it’s convex, so the taste overflows when you touch it.
“Damn…!”
Would she have thought that her own body was being molested?
Lenka’s voice became hoarse.
It wasn’t really anger, it was like a last-ditch effort not to be taken lightly.
It meant Lenka as usual, so I calmly rubbed Lenka’s leg.
“Why are you interfering…! Let me rest…!”
She crosses her own legs and tries to avoid my touch, but there is no strain in touching it.
If you really wanted to stop me, you would have used your hand.
Ignoring Lenka’s, but her own, and continuing to touch her body, she let out a deep sigh and turned her eyes to her cell phone as if in desperation.
Then he asked quietly.
“How are you with Asahina…?”
What was the intention of mentioning that he was doing well with Hiyori whom he had only seen yesterday?
It’s obviously like that, and it must mean that she did something like that, right?
Or you’re asking if you’re going to do it.
“I’m getting along just fine.”
“You are a human…!”
Lenka, who was about to say something, shuts her mouth.
I’m annoyed at trying to tease her cock, but it seems like she cares about her words because she has her own stance.
“You bastard… I really want to give you a fuck…”
It’s a sudden thought, but does Lenka’s mother have a tsundere temperament like her?
I don’t think that would ever be the case, but somehow it seems to fit.
Since you’ve seen Chinami’s mother, you should also see Lenka’s mother next.
Imagining a scene where two grown-up people knelt beneath me, scented with blueberries and peaches, serving with their tongues, I gently pulled up Lenka’s skirt and unbuttoned her pants.
Then I pressed my groin against her buttocks.
“Nuihik!”
Then, Lenka, who was swearing at me in an almost inaudible voice, jumped loudly.
Her vocal cords trembled as if she felt the touch of her genitals wrapped only in her thin panties.
“W-what are you doing…”
“Just to do something.”
“Aren’t you crazy…? Don’t do it…!”
“Noisy.”
As she let out her snort, filled with excitement, and let out a hoarse voice, a clicking sound came from Lenka’s throat.
“You… You’ll die if you do something strange…”
He keeps trying to scare me by making unreasonable threats right before we get into a relationship, but today I have to go out strong.
Thinking so, I put my hand between Lenka’s tight legs and stretched her other hand over her neck.
Then, while violently grabbing Lenka’s chest,
“Ah, it hurts…!! Stop…!!”
By the time Lenka’s voice started to rise, she raised her hand even higher to cover her mouth, feeling that her situation had taken a turn for the worse, and using her whole body, she began to struggle, pulling her panties to her side. .
“Ooh…!! Breath!!”
