Shen Xu Zhix

I loaded the romance game NTR version of Rin Kiyono’s Black Man Fall #1

1. Kiyono Rin’s black man is fallen

Toru Watanabe, a high school student in the island country, has not been in a good mood recently.

Generally speaking, the male protagonist of high school students in island countries is not in a good mood, either he has a skill but is bullied by villains, or he is a short and poor loser, and the advantages are that in addition to the guaranteed Asassi, life will basically go to the end.

But Toru Watanabe is not an ordinary island high school student male protagonist, he is a Tokyo Ryushima high school student from the starting point novel.

Handsome, second in the school, with a starting point necessary system external protection, what makes Toru Watanabe in a bad mood cannot be those mortal trivialities, it can only be a problem of harmony in the harem.

In this way, Toru Watanabe currently has a real girlfriend: Miss Kujo Miki, and a spare tire senior who has a physical relationship: Mai Asuka.

In addition, there are two women who have not had a relationship for the time being: Rin Kiyono, the head of the Human Observation Department, and Kiyona Koizumi, the head teacher.

He dances on four eggs like Yan Xishan and barely maintains the harmonious development of heterosexual relationships.

The eldest lady Kujo Miki has long been in his nightwear, and Mai Tomorrow is an idiot who thinks of herself as a spare tire, and Koizumi Kiena is not very familiar with it.

Toru Watanabe has the confidence to discipline these three people, and only Rin Kiyono gives him a headache. Because Kiyono Rin is the eldest lady with the same strength as Kujo Miki, her IQ is higher than that of him who turned on the system plug-in, and she also has the unscientific skill of “being able to see through others lying”.

Rin Kiyono does not associate with anyone who “lies”, and Toru Watanabe is a man who lies a lot, and the two do not deal with each other as soon as they meet.

In the confrontation with Kiyono Rin, Toru Watanabe lost more than he lost, and now he can barely maintain an ambiguous relationship, relying on Kiyono Rin taking the initiative to become interested in him in interpersonal communication.

If Rin Kiyono doesn’t like him one day, Toru Watanabe probably has no means to redeem it. This fear is like a fruit core hanging from spider silk, dangling in the air, and at some point it will break off and fall to the ground.

And now, Toru Watanabe raised his head from the Spanish copy of Don Quixote in his hand, and gazed darkly at the hearty black man sitting opposite his seat, with murderous intent in his heart.

Barack Hussein Obama, or Barack Obama for short, is said to be the son of his father’s ambassador to Japan. A week ago, he suddenly transferred to this high school, and accidentally entered the “Human Observation Department” where only Toru Watanabe, Miki Kujo, and Rin Kiyono were located.

Toru Watanabe has always regarded the “Human Observation Department” as a forbidden place for him to get along with the harem, and he is naturally very unhappy to be disturbed by this kind of guy.

What made him even more suspicious and angry was Minister Rin Kiyono’s reaction to Obama’s entry into the company.

You know, the “Human Observation Department” is not an ordinary society, in fact, Kiyono Rin has the final say, since its establishment, except for Toru Watanabe, Kujo Miki, Kiyono Rin has never allowed anyone else to join.

Why would Rin Kiyono allow this black man to enter the society? Did he find out that Mai Ashi and I were sneaky and deliberately wanted to arouse my jealousy?

Toru Watanabe clenched his teeth, the first time since crossing over, jealousy was aroused, opposite the black skin, the facial features were still in line with the Eastern aesthetic among blacks, Obama raised his head, smiled at him, and showed his white teeth.

“Oh, MR. Watanabe, have you come across Spanish sentences that you can’t read? Feel free to ask me! ”

Obama spoke cheerfully and had a kind expression, but Toru Watanabe looked at it and became angrier the more he thought about it.

Isn’t it just the son of a diplomat? What’s so great about knowing Spanish. I am the starting point male protagonist, and I can redeem skills in the system instantly for a few points.

Forget it, I can’t be angry with you, you’re just a tool person that Kiyono Rin uses to anger me.

“No, I just think you have a big body odor…” Watanabe sniffled in disgust, and there was a sweet smell in the air, I don’t know if it was Obama’s body odor or the perfume sprayed to cover up the body odor.

“Sorry, racial differences!” Obama scratched his head sheepishly, his other hand under the table, not knowing what he was working on.

“Forget it, I still have to practice the instrument, go first.” Toru Watanabe snapped and closed the book, picked up his bag and planned to leave.

I have to find a way to dispose of this eye-catching black man, and with him there, Toru Watanabe is not good at chatting and joking with Kiyono Rin.

“Goodbye~”

Toru Watanabe ignored Obama and waved at Kiyono Rin. The girl sitting at the top of the long table by the window carefully read the book spread on the table, her face was as beautiful as the cherry blossoms blown in by the wind by the white screen window, her long hair over the shoulders was shiny, and the bow at the neckline was not loose like that of other girls, and it was very neatly tidy.

Kiyono Rin nodded slightly towards Toru Watanabe, with a strange blush on his cheeks, but Toru Watanabe didn’t care too much, closed the door and went out.

There was an evil fire in his body for no reason, and he suddenly wanted to vent something, and was ready to run to the wind club to practice his instrument, and by the way, he took Mai Tomorrow to vent the fire.

Shortly after the door closed, the summer afternoon was as silent as death, and the blood-pumping sound suddenly sounded in the club room.

It was the melodious voice of a maiden like a nightingale, timid and weak at first like a thin line, and became more and more daring with the passage of time, from a moan to a moan, and then into a prostitute-like scream that resounded in the six-inch activity room, suffocating like aphrodisiac hormones.

Kiyono Rin was lying on the table, and the bow at the neckline had long since spread out, revealing a white greasy. Her eyes were lost, her pink lips were slightly open, and her pink tongue dripped unseemly saliva, wetting the important books in front of her, but the girl didn’t care, and an ignorant but happy smile appeared on her face.

What drove her into obsession was a black hand reaching between her legs, that hand with slender fingers, rough skin, and strong joints, rubbed on the tender flesh of her pussy, like a hard hoe ploughed on dry land, smashing open the hard shell of the land, gouging out the tender living soil, which faded the desolate protective layer, symbolizing the emergence of living water and moisturizing the dry land.

“Rin, you’re getting wet today, is it because of Watanabe-san?”

Obama flipped through the textbook with his right hand, with Japanese history as his weak point, while his left hand pumped unabashedly and vigorously, sending Kiyono Rin to a succession of climax.

“Yes… Not… I like him…”

“Like him more than I like me?” The corners of Obama’s mouth twitched, revealing a cruel smile.

“Like… Loved Watanabe… But… I still like you more…” Kiyono Rin lost her eyes, the pleasure coming from her nerves made the brain of the first in the school also sluggish, she thought about this simple question, and for a moment wanted to tell a lie, but she couldn’t tell a lie since she was a child.

“Of course, because I don’t lie.” Obama got up from his seat, leaned a few steps towards Kiyono Rin, and lowered his head, Kiyono Rin took the initiative to look up, the two kissed deeply, thick black lips raging on thin pink lips, and the tongue that protruded into his mouth greedily ingested the sweet liquid.

In a sense of suffocation, Kiyono recalled what happened a week ago when Obama applied for membership.

“In this school, I have seen a boy who dares to stare at me like this, this is the second time.” The corners of Kiyono Rin’s mouth rose slightly, without the slightest smile, only contempt and mockery.

Obama in front of him smelled of sweat and smiled lewdly, scanning his face and chest with an aggressive gaze, and his crotch bulged.

Is this really the son of the ambassador to Japan… I really want to rush out directly, forget it, deal with it.

“Sorry sorry, I was playing basketball just now, and suddenly I was told by Mr. Koizumi that I had to join the club, and I saw the name of the ‘Human Observation Department’ on the announcement board, and I thought it was very interesting, so I ran straight here.”

Obama’s Japanese was fairly fluent, but his eyes were unusually lewd when he spoke, and Kiyono Rin quietly covered his mouth and nose and responded casually.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not allowed to join the company.”

“What the fuck？ Why？ I’m a sought-after manager of basketball, football, baseball, and I’ve all looked for me, that’s weird, dude! ”

“I have the final say in the community, and when I say no, I don’t allow it.” Kiyono Rin frowned, Obama’s tone of speech was like a punk in a movie, it was really unpleasant.

“It’s not democratic, but it’s your territory, you have the final say.” Obama rolled his eyes, shrugged his shoulders, and suddenly walked towards Kiyono Rin.

“What do you want to do?” Kiyono Rin stood up alertly.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t join the company, can you add your contact information, you look very cute.” The closer Obama got, the more Rin Kiyono could smell the disgusting body odor she had only seen in a zoo in the countryside, watching two animals mate.

“I refuse, I don’t have to…..,” Kiyono Rin paused, she was naturally unable to lie, “Although I have a line, I refuse to add your friends.” ”

“It’s a pity, but I must you, Japanese little lady.” Obama smiled.

…… Exercise? Kiyono Rin’s expression froze, it was the first time in her life that she had heard someone say such vulgar things to her in person.

She is a natural beauty, and she can detect the attitude of others towards her, so she has felt the prying eyes of the people around her more than once, from amiable elders, from classmates who pretend to be posed.

In her mind, men are beasts that think in their lower bodies, and Toru Watanabe is no exception, but slightly more rational.

But this Negro… How could she say such words so directly and treat her Kiyono Rin as something? Kabukicho selling laughing prostitutes? Those flattering rednecks on the streets of Roppongi with their arms around foreigners?

Turning a blind eye to this insult, she will not be the next generation of Kiyono family master.

“Even if you are the son of the American ambassador, the head of the Kiyono family is not able to casually treat you verbally.” Kiyono Rin said coldly, his face as if covered with a layer of frost.

She took out her cell phone and dialed her mother’s number, a black man who had to pay the price.

“Wow, wow, calm down, miss.” Obama grabbed Kiyono’s white arm, his eyes round, and he looked panicked.

“Let go.” Kiyono Rin pulled hard, his arm unresponsive like a stone sinking into the sea.

Her expression was grim, her waist jerked, and her right leg kicked hard towards Obama’s crotch, leaving no strength.

“Bang!” With a muffled sound, the soles of the feet did not hear the touch of the human body, stepping into the air, Kiyono Rin’s expression froze, she actually didn’t kick, and her legs were clamped by the black man with his strong thighs.

“Calm down, girl, that’s the favorite thing of many women, and they’ll cry if they kick it.” Obama shook his head.

“I apologize to you, Minister. In our American culture, if you want to fuck a girl, you have to speak up, otherwise you’ll be called a nerd, it’s just a cultural difference. ”

Not a lie.

Kiyono Rin listened to Obama’s defense, and what the other party said was actually true.

“Even so, it is an offense to me.” Kiyono Rin’s tone softened a bit.

“Sorry, I’m a man who wasn’t born to lie, and seeing a girl who wants to can’t hide my thoughts.” Obama licked his lips, and there was a burning touch on Kiyono’s calf, and the black man actually had an erection at this time.

What’s more, this sentence is not a lie.

A person who is born not to lie… Kiyono Rin’s brain was a little trance, she thought that she was the only one in the world who was so cursed by fate, but this dirty and vulgar black man in front of him, he was actual, he actually had the same ability as himself?

“You said you weren’t born to lie? How did you get to this point? Kiyono Rin spoke quickly, and the offensive words had long been forgotten.

She desperately wanted to know which path Obama was taking in life, who bore the same curse as herself.

“What’s so hard about that?” Obama’s expression was strange, as if he had heard some stupid question, “either speak your mind bluntly or keep silent, laugh at the white lies of others, take the malicious lies to heart, and take revenge.” ”

“When I see beautiful girls, I tell them that I want to fuck them, and they are basically fucked by me because I have a good job.” Obama’s lower body swelled larger and larger, separated by two layers of fabric, and spat like a monster on Kiyono’s white calves.

Kiyono Rin was pulled back to reality by the touch coming from her calf, and it was very happy to find that Obama had the same ability as herself, but if the other party wanted to violate her at the moment, she had to deal with the situation at hand.

Even Toru Watanabe had never been so intimate with that thing to contact her.

“I’m an exception, please let me go.”

“The atmosphere is created… I don’t want to let go of you anymore. Obama held Kiyono Rin’s arm with one hand, and between his legs Kiyono Rin’s calf, he approached the restrained girl step by step, and the swollen dick secreted excessive first-go juice, leaving a fishy liquid mark on the girl’s fair calf.

“The Japanese chaebol ladies attacked the black-skinned consular staff, which is a big deal. What will Trump and Pompeo, as well as the right-wing guys in the Senate, do with the Kiyono consortium? Harris is my dad’s friend, and the guys on the left take care of my skin color too…” Obama muttered, speaking of political content that Rin Kiyono didn’t know much about.

Kiyono Rin swung his left hand violently and slapped Obama’s face, and the other party reached out to easily stop the delicate slap, dragged Kiyono Rin’s left hand to the other side of the hold, and pinched Kiyono Rin’s two slender wrists with a large hand.

“Now I have one more hand and one more dick than you. I think I won, how about you? Obama’s face was already in front of Kiyono Rin, and the aroma of marijuana leaves came out of her mouth, and the girl couldn’t help but cough, her eyes filled with tears, and she stared at the black man with hatred.

“Everything that happened today, the Kiyono Foundation will definitely take revenge back, and I myself will definitely take revenge back.”

Kiyono Rin closed her eyes, her only weakness was physical strength.

At this time, she remembered Toru Watanabe, and the female subconsciously begged the male for protection.

“I’m not going to throw in the towel.” Rin Kiyono said.

“This is the first time I’ve heard this since I came to Japan?” Obama pulled down the zipper with his left hand, and a black dragon 20 centimeters long and 4 inches in circumference probed like a tiger, and the air was suddenly filled with male body odor.

*After 20 minutes

On a summer afternoon, the wonderful silver color of the clarinet came from the activity room of the wind club, and the notes seemed to rotate melodious in the air, riding the wind until the fifth floor of the activity room, touching a closed window, snapping and shattering.

On the other floor of the closed window, a snow-white and tender alluring carcass was pressed hard against the glass, twitching unceasingly, and the snow-white plump flesh buttocks were squeezed and deformed on the transparent glass like jelly, setting off waves of flesh.

“Uh

Inside the remote “Human Observation Department”, Kiyono Rin involuntarily let out a seductive scream. Her legs were spread like the most obscene prostitute, and she pressed her flesh hips against the transparent glass that could be seen by students on the playground at any time, and her long black hair had long since been untied and wet against her naked body.

Toru Watanabe could never have imagined that Rin Kiyono, who was like the flower of the high mountains, would be pressed on the windowsill by a sturdy black man on the windowsill on the roof of the activity room where he practiced clarinet-blowing on the sacred and solemn campus, and rushed wantonly like an airplane cup, and made lewd noises like prostitutes.

“Aaaaa Uh-huh!!! ”

Kiyono Rin moaned in disbelief, her hands wrapped around the black man’s strong shoulders at some point, and kissed the dark skin with her lips mercilessly. Her pair of slender legs that made Watanabe praise, making Kujo Miki bow down like a compass like a broken spring, black stockings torn out of scars were attached to her wet thighs, and only one small leather shoe hooked on her toes remained, and as the meat stick went in and out of her pussy, her toes trembled, sometimes reflexively lifted high like a dancer, and fell like a swan’s snow-white neck because of muscle soreness.

Under the windowsill was a dark red blood stain, pulled out of her pussy like a red rope, like a chain, and like a ribbon.

“Japanese bitch, who was a virgin a few hours ago, is now called a prostitute in Las Vegas.”

Obama twitched the meat stick and pricked Kiyono Rin’s noblest flesh hole among all his Japanese peers without mercy, at the junction of the two lower bodies, with the piston movement again and again, white foam gushed out, he had cumshot the Japanese girl more than once, but his two testicles were still hard, as if containing sperm that could make dozens of women pregnant.

“Goo, damn it! Oh! Black!! Aaaah! Well! ”

Kiyono’s pink tongue streaked wet marks across her dark skin, saliva ran down the corners of her mouth, and a few broken syllables squeezed out of her throat, unable to respond to Obama’s insults, nor the need to respond, in these hellish hours, she had suffered all the insults she had suffered.

There were a few curvy pubic hairs on her lips, which were the marks left when she was held by the throat and forced to have a deep throat blowjob. The black man’s meat stick smashed into her stomach like an iron pestle, and the acid water and semen from the stomach melted into an indescribable fishy smell in the throat that filled her entire mouth.

There were a few drops of blood on the anus of her lower body, scars left by Obama when he took her virginity and tried to take away her anal sex for the first time. It was only because the girl’s backyard could not accommodate the black python that she stopped in a hurry after tasting it.

With white tender breasts and a slender neck full of red kiss marks, Obama was like an underfed baby, sucking her nipples during sex, teeth biting lightly, forcing her to let out a mixture of pain and pleasure.

But damn it, damn it, why is she feeling so happy now.

The meat stick separates the tight tender flesh, the nerves are rubbed by the rough skin, pleasure rushes into the brain like an electric current, and the pain is just a small boat in the sea of pleasure.

It shouldn’t be like this, she shouldn’t be like a female animal fixed to a shelf, pressed by a black male beast to sow seeds on the shelf.

It’s not that Rin Kiyono doesn’t have fantasies about sexual intercourse, but the man who entered her body should at least be Toru Watanabe’s guy.

Kiyono Rin’s heart trembled, for some reason, a sense of virtue welled up in her heart, although she and Toru Watanabe have not yet established a relationship, the two are still in the stage of “confession game”, but the school festival, the national convention, the trip to Kyoto… The scene flashed like a slide, and a few tears slipped from the corners of Kiyono Rin’s eyes.

“Nope! Yes! Uh-huh!! ”

Kiyono Rin gripped weakly in the air with his hands, his limbs squirming awkwardly, trying to escape from this hell of pleasure, and Obama became even more excited to notice the behavior of the Japanese girl in his lower body.

He picked Rin Kiyono up by his arm, locked the girl’s upper body from behind, and carried Rin Kiyono from the windowsill to the center of the activity room in a train bento pose.

The girl’s legs slipped off, and there was a feeling of suffocation on her neck, and in the fear of survival, she subconsciously hooked the black man’s broad back with slender twins.

Without the balcony to lean on, Kiyono Rin lost even room for chaos.

Obama smiled, and the frequency of his lower body twitching increased, twitching like an electric motor. He white-skinned black-skinned babes with an unknown number of on American campuses, dealing with petite Japanese, which was as smooth as AME running to 3,000 points to slaughter pigs.

It stands to reason that he will not be much interested in this oriental aesthetic beauty, take a virgin inner shot and take a few photos and leave. But he suddenly learned in the girl’s unconscious moaning that the girl in front of him, like him, was also a person who was born not to lie and could detect lies.

How can fate be so coincidental? Fate coincided with the best aphrodisiac, Obama’s sexual desire is now stronger than at any other time in his life, his flesh is already outstanding, and at this moment the fighting spirit is high, and the frequency is actually accelerated.

“Snap!”

The obscene sound of intercourse was as dense as heavy rain, liquid splashed on the limbs of the two, on the tables and chairs bookshelves around them, and on Toru Watanabe’s seat, and the rich smell would not dissipate after an unknown time.

“!!!AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

In addition to this experience, Kiyono Rin continues to be ravaged by the storm, and no longer has time to think about Toru Watanabe, her developed brain has been captured by hormones and sex hormones in the air, and her uterus is slightly painful and drooping, reminding her of the fate she has to accept as a female.

Lost! As a woman, Kiyono Rin, who is the flower of Takayama, lost! Her flesh surrendered before the spirit, and she was invisibly ready for fertilization.

The flesh was expecting to be sown, and the heart should be filled with despair and fear, but Kiyono Rin felt a sense of satisfaction, a feeling of relief that had never been so happy.

She is a person who has not been liked by people around her since she was a child, and she is coveted because her conditions are too good.

Before Toru Watanabe appeared, Rin Kiyono was the cold flower of the campus and the Queen of Mysticism. She uses reason and knowledge as armor against the malice of others, is interested in everything, has a talent for everything, but no one can be her worthy friend.

Until Toru Watanabe appeared, the guy with a mouth full of lies, and talked and joked with himself, love also sprouted in her heart.

But that guy, who was tied to his side by Kujo Miki with threats and power, took the initiative to woo Kujo Miki, and also stole with Mai Asuka. Kiyono Rin can’t accept the love shared by others, which makes her sink inside.

She may be able to take Toru Watanabe away from Miki Kujo through a series of means, making Toru Watanabe a being who loves only herself. But Toru Watanabe, after all, he can’t refuse the man who tells the lie, the lie is like a stain poured on the white tablecloth, and Rin Kiyono gazes at the lie with dark eyes.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I threw in the towel!!! I threw in the towel!! ”

Suddenly, Kiyono Rin let out the loudest scream so far, the last string of reason in her brain was broken, and she took the initiative to move her waist, allowing her body to be driven by instinct to delight the dirty, lowly, and obscene black man in front of her, but with the same fate as herself, who walked out of a different life.

Obama laughed, responding to Kiyono’s courtesy with even greater devastation and spot checks. He was secretly aware of the change in Kiyono Rin’s mind, but didn’t bother to make any judgment at this moment.

He is just an evil person who rapes Kiyono Rin with his physical strength and sexual desire, not a healer for some kind of inner problem of Kiyono Rin.

“Uh-huh! Oh! Baby! I’m going to inside! ”

Obama stroked Kiyono Rin’s long hair with his hand, and the latter itself involuntarily twisted, although she had been cumshot several times, Kiyono Rin’s hot womb was telling her that she would be fertilized if she was cumshot this time, which meant that Kiyono Rin had completely surrendered to the person in front of her.

Obama placed Kiyono Rin on the table, and the girl’s slender legs were opened, her hips slightly arched, and she assumed a pose that was most convenient for deep insemination.

Obama thrust hard, and the 20-centimeter meat stick slashed all the way through the firm tender flesh, and the tip was topped to a soft-touch presence.

Kiyono Rin’s slender legs were straightened, her snow-white neck was raised like a dying swan, her snow-white skin was stained with a layer of pink representing lust, and the flesh wall contracted, clamping the meat stick again.

“I like you as a woman.” Obama closed his eyes, his thighs were a little numb at the moment, and the pleasure of sucking in all directions made him loosen, and countless sperm rushed to Kiyono Rin’s womb.

“Be my woman, I’m a scum who can’t lie.” Obama lowered his head and kissed Rin Kiyono the lips.

This statement still does not lie.

*I don’t know how long it took, it was already dark.

Toru Watanabe was rejected by Mai Asuna’s request to vent his fire, obviously this crazy senior sister usually sees him like a sow, but today she acted so surprised.

Forget it, in a few days Kujo Miki will return from abroad, wouldn’t it be better to enjoy her then?

After practicing clarinet, Toru Watanabe wanted to go back to the club room to rest, but the door was locked and a sign saying “Today’s event has ended” was hung.

It seems that Rin Kiyono is also unwilling to share a room with that and goes home early, and Toru Watanabe breathes a sigh of relief and turns to leave.

And if he gets close to the crack of the door, he may be able to hear the suppressed moaning, and maybe save the fate of the next nine Miki.

But Toru Watanabe just left just like that.

In the activity room, only a dim desk lamp was lit. Obama was lying on the sofa that Kujo Miki had brought in, holding a glass of red wine found in the refrigerator, and Kiyono Rin was straddling him, her long black hair falling over her shoulders, rising and falling one by one, and her face full of happy smiles.

The black man stroked the kiss marks on Kiyono Rin’s chest with pity, and a week had passed, and the strawberry print had not yet faded.

He should not have treated this Japanese the same way he treated a Caucasian person, whose body was much weaker than he thought.

Kiyono Rin grabbed Obama’s hand and manipulated the black man’s hand to stroke his chest.

“Obama, keep telling me about your past, don’t lie to me. Ah, but you can’t lie either. ”

A smile appeared in Kiyono’s eyes.