[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

"Souyousuke, come here." Mako Hirako was lying on the tatami in a relaxed posture, with half-undressed clothes lying across her body, and her golden hair, which was as bright as the sun, was winding down from her shoulders like a golden horse. Spread out under the dim light, the white and delicate chest and the delicate and beautiful collarbone are looming behind the golden silk thread, and Yuying's unique warm luster flows in the light and shadow created by the occasional beating fire, as if it is tempting everyone who sees it. Man sticks out fingers for gentle touch.

According to the usual practice, the young Aizen, who has packed up the dining utensils, just opened the door to enter the room. The purpose is such a picture full of weird ambiguity and some kind of sensory hints, which can be called 12 points of vivid color and fragrance.

The line of sight shifted from the slanted head behind the ears naturally supported by the left hand to the slender neck, which is too slender even for a man who has just entered puberty. The chest that was fragmented but still able to feel the gentle and delicate touch by sight, swept past the white belt that outlined the flexible lines of the narrow waist, and finally turned back to someone arrogantly pointing to his right hand.

In the past period of time, he has fully understood Hirako Mako's temperament and personality, and has a deeper understanding of the consequences of not obeying the order of a certain blond spirit. In front of the tatami mats where the person was lying on his side, he knelt down and sat down with a demeanor comparable to that of a nobleman.

Lying in a lot of mess, or more precisely, the blond pseudo-Reaper who was tossed and tossed in the middle of the bedding by the people lying on this pile of bedding lazily propped up his entire upper body. Swipe down, the bouncing hair tips rippling dazzling golden yellow around the waist, Mako Hirako, who vacated half of the bed, poured out a Kansai accent from the corners of her slightly raised mouth, with three points of casualness, three points of laziness, three points of idleness and a sense of leisure. Fen casually vibrated the cool air and the eardrums of the little boy in front of him: "Take off your clothes, Soyousuke." After a slight pause, he raised his voice slightly and emphasized, "Take off all your clothes, nothing left."

"What did you say?" The boy who was quietly kneeling on the tatami suddenly raised his head, and the big brown pupils under the slightly messy curly bangs suddenly shrank into dots.

The blond man with half of his body evoked a sinister smile: "I said take off your clothes, Soyousuke, now, immediately, immediately. And don't make me repeat it a second time."

"You, what are you going to do?" As if feeling some kind of uncertain danger floating in the air, the boy who was sitting in front of Mako Hirako and within reach, retreated without a trace, chaotic panic in his light brown pupils See everything at a glance.

Hirako Mako leaned forward suddenly, her thin and thin body enveloped the brown-haired boy retreating back with an unexpectedly powerful pressure, completely placing the boy's small body in the shadow, his light gray eyes narrowed dangerously. Qi Qi: "Why don't you just let you take off your clothes? As for being so flustered that your face turns pale? Even if I have any interest in the one between your legs, it will take another three to five years before I can see it~~~ ~"

It is because it will take three to five years to get something to see, so things are so big!If the situation permits, the young Aizen probably wants to ignore the precious and fragile face of a man and run away from the clutches of tears, but the reality is always too skinny to reflect the ideal plumpness. In fact, the poor boy can only Lying helplessly on the tatami mat, he tried his best to prevent every word from being torn apart by the uncontrollable trembling of the vocal cords: "I think...Mako, that's the real problem, right? Please don't do this!"

The blond-haired pseudo-reaper on his body began to pull the belt around the boy's waist impatiently, and it was no surprise that the boy pushed his hands away and struggled with all his strength. The evil smile on his lips expanded again, but the impatient Kansai accent The opposite joke flowed out: "Hey, I just want to care about your physical condition, Yusuke Sou. It would be too much to practice so hard for the past few days. If you don't have a proper method, you will definitely— —Climb, not, get up, come~~~~~~~~~”

But I still feel that I will not be able to get up because of another ulterior reason!The rationality that suppressed the boiling emotions was finally disconnected, and the surging blood surged behind the collapsed embankment, and the instinctive sense of crisis prompted the young man below him to burst out with unexpected strength and instantly break free from the shackles that Mako Hirako did not put in too much effort—if he If you still have the most basic judgment, you will find the strangeness-use the footwork skills taught by Mako Hirako to run to the door with all your strength, and then at the moment when Aizen's fingertips are about to touch the door, in front of you The door leading to the beautiful world suddenly shrunk in front of his eyes, and then his whole body soared into the air, after a short period of weightlessness, he slammed into the soft bedding, his waist loosened and his chest felt cold, and he was torn apart by the man who walked in quickly The placket on the chest!

"Ya Butterfly~~~~~~~~" The next moment, the clear and sharp scream unique to the teenager broke through the silent night of the countryside and went straight into the sky.

"Uh, uh——there, Mako, there, ah—"

"Uh, oh, heavier, heavier, Mako."

"Are you comfortable, Soyousuke?"

"...Uh, ah—ha, ha...Ichiki~~~~ah, ah—"

Now we can turn the camera back to this, this, this... well, this loving cabin, and see what happens when our attention is diverted, and we have no morals. Classmate Pingzi, whose lower limit is still shameless, has done nothing to the fresh and tender juvenile BOSS, shameless and cold... huh?

I saw a corner of the room, under the window sills, on the cotton mattress, the young man Lan Ran laying on his stomach without an inch of hair, revealing his shoulders and back, which were no longer as skinny as when he first saw him due to adequate nutrition and a lot of exercise recently, slightly The sunken spine runs through it elegantly and straightly, dividing the entire back into two, while a pair of equally slender and beautiful palms are slowly sliding down the line of the ribs under the armpit, pausing occasionally, and the thumb sticking out of the opened tiger's mouth is light or soft. Heavy squeezing and pressing pinches the... acupoints evenly distributed on both sides of the spine?

Damn it, it's unscientific! Didn't BOSS already yell the lines of classic love action movies?According to the normal development sequence of danmeiwen, if Xiaoshou said no, he wanted it, and Xiaoshou said he wanted it.Ah, no, according to the normal steps, Xiao Gong should have been enlightened by the God of Danmei at this time, as if he drank a gallon of Indian oil and took a bath with that thing, his blood boiled like a wolf, and he couldn't lose his golden gun Pounce over, and then aggressively scrap the clothes on himself and Xiaoshou, starting from rape|rape to rape, and then to "rape|corpse", happy mood, healthy body OOXX, put Xiaoshou first like this That and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that, and that, and that, and, I didn't say anything, I didn't say anything.

And that one, they were originally very harmonious, friendly and helpful full-body massages, and all those who want to be crooked should sing the national anthem and recite the quotations for me!Letting □□ other old people purify your thoughts is really... too hindering the establishment of a harmonious and civilized society!

At this time, the young Aizen who had been lying prone in the middle of the quilt or making one or two comfortable noises proving that a certain blond pseudo-Reaper could barely see the four skills of Reaper and Reiatsu still had one or two skills worth showing off did not know that he was caught. The raging fingers on the body pressed to some strange part, the muscles contracted suddenly, the shoulders and neck stiffened, and then he suddenly buried his head in the soft and fluffy bedding, trying to suffocate himself to death, trying to COS the ostrich who buried his head in the sand.

"Oh, oh, you have such a strong reaction to this part, it seems that when you grow up, you will definitely be an out-and-out madman~~~ Yousuke You." A playful Kansai accent came from behind, Hirako Mako let go of the knuckles that were squeezing the tender soles of the teenager, and began to push upwards from the calf.

"Please don't say such things, Mako. Ah—" The young man who was accused of being an insane reserve blushed, and refuted aloud, but was slapped on his elastic buttocks by a certain narrow-minded, "Nah , turn around now."

Under the pressure of the strong authority, the young man who could only stand up like a salted fish honestly had his muscular forearms stretched out and skillfully rubbed and pressed by a pair of slender palms. Mako Hirako muttered in a low voice with rare ease: "You look like this! If I push myself too fast, sooner or later my limbs and waist muscles will not be able to bear it."

Who is pushing whom in such a hurry?The boy turned his head and rolled his eyes at an angle that Mako Hirako couldn't see, but unexpectedly he was stimulated by the sudden increase in strength in his arms and almost screamed.

"Don't think you're rolling your eyes because I can't see it, Soyousuke. Now, the other hand." The smooth Kansai accent was quiet and steady, without any frivolity in the impression, Hirako began to gently knead the boy from his fingertips arm, "Hey, Soyousuke, you..."

The cold, sinister and evil Reiatsu suddenly visited Hirako's keen senses. The irritable and floating Reiko and the panicked screams of the villagers filled Hirako's perception. After throwing the quilt on Lan Ran, he picked up the Zanpakuto in the corner and went out through the window without saying a word.

Now, Soyousuke, you must survive, no matter whether you are abandoned or not.

However, there are some words that have never been spoken after all, and will never be spoken again.

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