I was in Conan, and after picking up Xiao Ai, I was chased by Hongzi.

"Madam, you seem to be very sensitive."

Otoi Hiroshi's hand fell on her pretty hot cheek, squeezing it carefully.

"Um--"

With a soft cry, Belmod's soft figure fell into Otoi Hiroshi's arms.

Under the dim light, Otoi Hiroshi lifted up her skirt and kneaded her buttocks.

"Madam, you don't want to either..."

"don't want--"

The whole body was restrained, and Belmod's eyes were full of fear and confusion.

She tried to struggle, but it only made him more unrestrained.

The two pushed and pushed, and Belmode was forced to the end of the bed.

Otoi Hiroshi pushed her onto the bed.

Immediately afterwards, his face was close to him again, and Belmode was hugged very tightly. He had nowhere to hide and could only close his mouth tightly.

"Madam, you are so beautiful——"

Her hair was pushed aside, and something came close to her ears. She shrank down because she was ticklish.

She tried her best to resist, but there was only an obsessed smile on his face.

Otoi Hiroshi kept kissing.

-kiss her cheek.

-Kiss her collarbone.

——Kiss her white shoulders.

She raised her fingers and put them to her lips, and her breathing from the tip of her nose became heavier and heavier.

"Please do not do this……"

Otoi Hiroshi stopped all movements.

Belmode was lying on the bed, with beads of sweat on her forehead, and a strand of sticky hair sticking to her cheek.

She turned her face away, not daring to look at him, and secretly lowered the slightly raised skirt with her left hand.

"Madam, I was abrupt, I'm sorry."

Otoi Hiroshi sighed and pretended to get up and leave.

Two slender arms hooked around his neck the moment he turned around.

Her soft breasts pressed against his back, her lips leaned into his ear and said:

"do not go……"

Her rippling voice had a different kind of charm in this quiet night.

Otoi Hiroshi stood up.

……

France is a presidential republic native to Western Europe.

The local terrain is higher in the southeast and lower in the northwest. It is roughly hexagonal, facing water on three sides, the Mediterranean Sea to the south, the Atlantic Ocean to the west, and facing the United Kingdom across the English Channel to the northwest. Corsica is the largest island in France.

In ancient Roman times, it belonged to Gaul.

Speaking of France, known as the Gallic Rooster, the first thing that comes to mind is Paris, known as the romantic capital.

Paris, a city that never sleeps, a city of love, a city of art and history on the banks of the Seine.

Allen, who lost his family since childhood, grew up in this city. He is full of love for life, but fate always mocks him mercilessly without knowing it.

Even so, he still loves to laugh.

One day, he met a man.

The man gave him a sum of money and found him a relatively stable job, on the condition that he join his organization and do things for him.

Thinking back to that person, Allen's eyes sparkled with admiration and admiration.

He speaks elegantly, behaves well, and always has a smile on his lips. His eyes were full of wisdom, as if everything was under his control.

Allen agreed.

He joined the unknown organization. He knew almost nothing about the organization. He only knew that the people in the organization did not know each other's names.

——Everyone uses animals as their code names.

Allen, who looks ordinary and has little ability, also got his code name.

——Dung beetle.

He is not discouraged by this. He knows that his abilities are limited, but he believes that as long as he works hard enough, he will definitely be able to gain the recognition of that person.

On this day, a man codenamed Snake, who was in the middle of the organization (he thought so), came to him and handed him a photo.

"This man has arrived in France today. If you can find his traces, sir, you will be very happy."

Snake held a cigarette in his hand and was dressed in black. He looked cold. His mouth leaked a little when he spoke, and he didn't know what happened.

Of course, he had no right to interfere with the affairs of the big shots, but after hearing Snake's words, the fourteen-year-old Allen showed expectant eyes.

"If I complete my mission, can I see him?"

"That's natural." Snake stamped out the cigarette butt and raised a smile on his lips.

Although it was a bit ugly for him to force himself to pretend to be cold and indifferent, it didn't matter.

"Okay, I will definitely find him."

……

In the silent night, Allen looked at the people in the photo with some curiosity.

Beautiful cheeks, nice smile.

He looked to be eighteen or nineteen years old, and he didn't know why he offended the organization.

Although he didn't know what the organization did, Allen vaguely guessed that they were doing some shady things.

I'm afraid this good-looking boy is going to be in bad luck.

The thoughts in his mind were a little confused. He got out of bed with his bare feet and turned on the TV that he had saved up for a long time to buy.

"Special Exclusive Interview."

"This time, we are fortunate to invite the famous actress Chris Wynyard as a special reporter to conduct a special and exclusive interview with the mysterious guest that everyone has been curious about!"

"And who is this mysterious guest?"

"he is the one."

"——The noble son of the Otoi Foundation, Otoi Hiroshi!"

Allen raised the photo in his hand in confusion and found that the person in the photo was exactly the same as the person on TV.

"Is it really him?"

……

"As the sole heir of the Otoi Foundation, what do you think?" Belmod handed over the microphone.

Hiroshi Otoi casually put his arms on the back of the sofa, "I'm very troubled."

"Is it because you are worried that it will be difficult for you to do well after taking over the consortium?" she asked politely.

"No." Otoi Hiroshi crossed his legs, "The main reason is that I have too much money and I don't know how to spend it."

Belmode glanced at him calmly, but from the audience's perspective, it seemed like he was ogling him.

She smiled slightly, put her knees together and turned to the side, "So, what are your criteria for choosing a mate?"

Otoi Hiroshi took the phone, moved closer to her, looked at her and said, "You are the type with nice eyes, nice collarbones, not only proud breasts, but also such slender legs."

He didn't know that his words made all her fans around the world explode.

There was even a big boss from a certain region in the Middle East who drove out a tank and said he wanted to fight to the death.

"Master Otoi really loves to joke. I wonder if a young man with a privileged situation like you has any hobbies?"

As he spoke, Bermod calmly tried to distance himself, but Hiroshi Otoi held up his skirt.

She bit her lip and glared at him again.

Otoi Hiroshi's eyes suddenly fell on the camera.

"I usually don't have any other hobbies, I just like animals."

Belmode showed an unexpected look, "I can't tell you are such a caring person. What kind of animals do you usually like to raise?"

"It's nothing, I just like to keep some spiders, snakes and the like, things that look very cute -"

[I’m sorting out the plot, so I’m writing slowly, sorry]