I save beautiful girls in Tokyo

Chapter 166 Are you satisfied?
"call……"

Walking out of the study department and closing the door, Jingu Makoto let out a long breath in the corridor.

It seems to be shaking around Godzilla's big mouth, and was rescued by classmate King Kong.

"You don't have to be like this." Ye Yingxue didn't seem to care much, "Don't look at her like other people look at monsters."

Jingu Makoto haha.

'Is a moron a monster?In the movie, it doesn’t count, in real life, it doesn’t count. '

After walking a few steps, Ye Yingxue stopped in front of the window sill in the corridor, looked at the light rain outside the window, and said in a low voice, "Student Wudao is just a little autistic, not good at communicating with others, and his behavior is a bit weird. The more we use abnormal The more you look at her, the more abnormal she will become."

Secretly guessing whether Ye Yingxue thought of the former "Miss Poison Tongue", Jingong Cheng explained, "She is not only autistic, she is not only acting weird, she, she..."

Give up, the words of a slut can't be said.

"What?" Ye Yingxue motioned for him to continue.

"I'm afraid that she... will fall in love with me." Makoto Jingong made an inappropriate excuse.

The real reason was that she was worried that Saya Maishima would do something bad, something more serious than lifting her skirt.

Just now he had a premonition that if Ye Yingxue hadn't been called to check together, the incident would have happened. Thinking about it makes people terrified.

There may also be Xiaoxiang's spies in the study department. Once Xiaoxiang knows about this kind of thing...his scalp will feel numb.

"But she has already fallen in love with you, since the first day of school, otherwise her attitude towards study would not have changed so much." Ye Yingxue nodded with certainty, "At least I think so."

Jingu Cheng understood that Ye Yingxue was referring to the photo incident.

'That's right, Maishima Saya, who never communicates with others, can ask Ye Yingyuki for a photo, which shows how serious the situation is. '

I couldn't help shivering, "Don't use such a relaxed tone, okay, you know, you might die!"

Once Xiaoxiang knew about Saya Maishima's behavior, the fact that her ears were pulled was nothing to mention, and "Miss Sadako" might disappear from the world.

Boys love perks.

If he didn't have a girlfriend, he would look forward to it even more. The idiot classmate is so exciting.

But when it comes to human life, it is not as simple as welfare.

"It's not that serious. Senior sister Inagawa said that she doesn't mind if others like you." Ye Yingxue understood what he meant.

Shen Gongcheng was speechless, there was no way to explain this matter, "Xiaoxiang doesn't mind other people liking me, but the kind of things she did seriously exceeded the category of liking, Xiaoxiang couldn't bear it!" '

"Okay, you should be honored to be liked by many girls, Mr. Protagonist." Ye Yingxue's tone was quite teasing.

"Okay, Miss One of the Hostesses."

Makoto Jingu was very helpless, but his counterattack was very sharp.

"you!"

Ye Yingxue shut her nose to express her anger, and raised her small fist angrily in front of him, "I'm so angry, I really want to hit you!"

Makoto smiled and nodded his chest.

A hundred blows of this kind of small fists can be regarded as a massage, which is completely different from Xiaoxiang's small hands.

After glaring at him fiercely, Ye Yingxue turned and left.

The long hair that fluttered was also shining brightly in the gloomy sky, and the slim and beautiful figure walked quickly, and soon disappeared from Jingu Makoto's sight.

……

Superintendent Takahashi and Principal Cangshima asked the student council president to explain the budget. Makoto Jingong was glad that he didn't have to go. When he came to the activity room of the Youth Aid Department, the door was locked, which meant that Xiaoxiang hadn't come.

But don't worry, we'll see you tonight.

'08:30 When there are fewer customers, leave. '

He was thinking as he sat on the sofa, he was going home to work tonight.

Yesterday, I knew that I would be going home very late, so I informed Sagiri in advance to live in the store; my younger sister was just 13 years old, and no one in the family dared to sleep.

Sagiri didn't get angry when he didn't return home at night, and he sent a message in the morning and told him [must eat breakfast].

"Little girl is so sensible, she might as well take a few days off at night and let her stay in the store for a week; one day Xiaoxiang is in a good mood, maybe it will be automatically unlocked." '

Full of anticipation, he took out the exercise booklet and started to study the questions.

Last time, he was third in the junior college entrance examination and second in the whole school. It would be embarrassing if his ranking dropped this time.

I was immersed in the problem when I heard the sound of the sliding door sliding slightly.

Only one entered the house without knocking.

Xiao Xiang.

He looked up happily, but the smile on his face froze.

It wasn't the yawning and tired Xiaoxiang who entered the room, but "Miss Sadako" with her head bowed and her long black hair covering her face.

Stepping into the room with slender legs, she closed the door and walked over, still bowing her head, her rubber-soled indoor shoes stepped on the floor without making a sound, as if a ghost floated out of the wall lightly.

"Maishima-san!"

Jingu Makoto stood up subconsciously, raising his hand in a clear gesture of rejection.

"...Let me ask a question."

The voice was dry and hoarse. It seemed that Saya Maishima hadn't spoken for a long time, and she still didn't raise her head. Fortunately, she stopped in front of the coffee table.

"...please sit down."

Seeing the exercise book in her arms, Shen Gongcheng had no choice but to motion for her to sit opposite; he kept watching her sit where Ye Yingxue usually sat, and then secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

"What question?" He forced himself to ask calmly.

The slender hands that were so fair that there was almost no flesh color slowly placed the exercise booklet on the coffee table, but Saya Maishima did not open it.

The body moved back a bit, but the knees that were close together slowly opened, and the fingers gently lifted the hem of the skirt.

The drooping head finally lifted up, and there was something boiling in those straight, lifeless eyes, and a strange flush appeared on the almost transparent white cheeks again.

"……satisfied?"

The trembling voice made one's heart palpitate, like some kind of soul-stirring humming, and her breathing gradually became faster.

The scene that should have been protected by the safety pants was completely presented in front of Makoto Jingong, she pressed the tender white sides closest to the cotton fabric, "...you choose."

The cheeks became more and more red.

……

It was quiet in the playroom.

only one person.

The girl disappeared like a ghost again, Jinggong Makoto sat on the sofa in a daze, still looking at the empty sofa opposite.

He hoped that he was hallucinating because he held it in for too long—26+16 for so long.

The visual impact brought by the simultaneous appearance of S slave and M toilet on the fairest, most delicate and most intimate skin was like a fat man and a little boy detonating in his mind at the same time, causing his brain to lose the ability to think for two to three seconds.

It wasn't written on it, nor was it a sticker.

'That's... a tattoo! '

The black tattoo is surrounded by slight redness and swelling visible to the naked eye, which makes the texture more tender and white.

'Ah, men are indeed unreliable creatures! '

Jingu Makoto fell into self-blame.

[Never forget with a photographic memory] With passive blessing, I can't remember what was written on the straw paper at that time. Facts have proved that adults really don't do multiple-choice questions.

Only then did he understand why Maishima Saya was normal these days.

satisfied?
'Very satisfied... ah what, this kind of thing shouldn't have happened! '

Jingu Makoto patted his forehead vigorously.

Tattoo!

Tattoos can't be washed off.

But you tell me what it means "the female tattoo artist tattooed it, and I didn't let the man touch it"!
'Illusion, everything is an illusion, including wetness, everything is an illusion! '

If not, then Taishang Laojun can only act in a hurry like a law.

He stood up with a groan.

I sat down again, flustered and confused, and couldn't write my homework.

'This is so...exciting. '

(End of this chapter)