[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

"Fukawa Hideaki, you bastard, let me go!" Clutching the palm of her neck holding the collar of her clothes, the caring luster is delicate and feels good to the touch, and the soft touch feels like a drug, and you can't put it down and linger on it. Hirako Mako Li felt that the evildoer in front of him was really upright and possessed a strong capital to seduce any male creature to commit a crime, and at the same time, he felt an indescribably deep sense of crisis for his crumbling chastity.Without hesitation, he exploded on the spot.

With triangular eyes on his face, he warned in a gloomy tone, "If you dare to do anything strange to me, I will kill you."

However, drunk people are always unreasonable, just like no matter when and where, no matter whether it is a partner who gets along with each other day and night or a 419 object who has a romantic marriage overnight, he has always been known in the romantic field for his warmth, tactfulness, knowledge and interest Hideaki Fukawa, who turned his face and refused to recognize anyone, seemed to be more sober after drunk than when he was not drinking, and would quickly throw away everyone except the original friend. The sex toys on the bed were packed and thrown out the door.

That's why, as soon as she saw the headliner of Rukon Street, Fushiro, appearing in such a mellow and gorgeous way from Hideaki Fukagawa's room, Mako Hirako had the urge to turn around with her forehead and smear the soles of her feet.

Drunk Hideaki Sukawa was very sober - except for a bit of a lisp with a big tongue.

But the drunk Fu Chuan Hideaki is very difficult to serve - it will seriously affect the effect of your tryst with Lord Zhou's beautiful daughter.

This is the experience of Hirako Mako taking care of a drunk monster many times over the years of acquaintance.

Hideaki Hideaki, who had hooked the door with his foot, obediently let go of the hand holding Mako Hirako's collar, but in the next second, Hirako was greeted with a warm, almost suffocating hug.

"Hey, hey, I told you I'll kill you." Without any hope that her warning would have any effect, Mako Hirako, who had been prepared for a long time, opened her arms to support the man who jumped into her arms, wrinkling The eyebrows were dissatisfied and complained, while the appointed half-holding and half-holding the man who was half the head taller than himself dragged the bed that was messed up by the piston movement in full swing before, "Where is the food you eat every day? That girl in Hiyori is still young."

Hearing this, Hideaki Sukawa, who had been hooking Hirako's neck and lying on the bed at the mercy of Mako Hirako, suddenly tightened his arms in dissatisfaction, and Mako Hirako, who was unprepared, slammed PIAJI onto Hideaki Sukawa's shoulder without any suspense. , lacking a fat cushion, the sharp little chin was stuck on Fukagawa Hideaki's collarbone, causing two muffled hums, although the accents were quite different, to overflow their respective owners' throats almost in no particular order.

Of course, the voice that can overflow from Hideaki Fukagawa's throat usually does not simply have the function of venting pain. The turbulent aroma of alcohol is also hot, fragrant and numb to the nerves, and the creamy touch that makes the blood boil and blood rushes up close at hand...

Hirako Mako lived up to expectations, her muscles stiffened, her hairs stood up and her hairs stood up and saluted, and then pushed the man on the bed away amid waves of chills rising up the tailbone, and rolled over neatly from the head of the bed to the end of the bed.

"Mako, don't make trouble~~" The coquettish wine-red long hair spread out on the snow-white quilt in the bed, making the blushing face smudged with drunkenness even more gorgeous. The man half-opened his blurry purple golden eyes Mou, murmured a vague dissatisfaction from his throat, his tone was soft but seemed to be acting like a baby unconsciously.

"Would you like to add another sentence, come to the bowl soon!" Hirako Mako grinned and rubbed the hairs on all the arms that stood up and saluted. This was the real reason why he didn't want to take care of this drunk at all.Can't you speak in a more normal tone?

"Ah, it hurts, Mako hurts so much." The drunk on the bed clearly aimed to torment Hirako Mako, and all kinds of messy questions and demands kept coming up one after another.

Mako Hirako was holding her forehead at the end of the bed and almost fell into the bed: "I really hurt, I have a headache! Captain Fukawa."——Can I give up the application now, leave the house without packing the bedding?

However, in this kind of situation where you can't extricate yourself from getting better (there is definitely something strange mixed in ==), how can Hideaki Sukawa allow Mako Hirako to pat his ass and slip away cleanly?

Fukagawa Hideaki, who was already lying quietly on the bed, suddenly lifted the quilt and caught Hirako Mako who was trying to escape again, but this time the front of the chest was changed to the back collar, and when Hirako Mako tried to use the deadly domineering Yi It is one of the signature skills of Princess Sifengin of Lolita to take off her sex. Before the empty cicada, she accurately grabbed the golden long hair that the other party was proud of and carefully maintained, and it was absolutely impossible to take off easily.

"It hurts! Pain, pain, pain, pain... let me go! Fukawa bastard!" Hirako Mako, who was attacked to the vitals and hadn't come to Shunpo to smash open the window, followed someone's arm retraction obediently and was carried away obediently before the nose.Immediately afterwards, the Reiatsu outlet on the wrist tightened, and the palm involuntarily followed Hideaki Fukawa's traction to cover the soft, slippery and slippery chest that was originally loosely draped on the body, and the palm passed some kind of Hard and soft to the touch, the brightly colored protrusions under the raised placket slowly reveal an excited figure from between the gaps between the stretched fingers.The indulgent body can't refuse even the slightest pleasure. Hideaki Fukawa raised his head slightly, his wine-red hair clung to his white neck like a vine, and the round protrusions behind the soft hair trembled slightly. A lingering and low-pitched sob escaped from between the lips: "Mako..."

Hirako Mako held down the temple that had been upgraded from a dull pain to a splitting headache for a moment, desperately trying to persuade herself not to be as knowledgeable as a drunk, but still couldn't help gritting her teeth: "I recited the wrong line, it's the other side."

The hazy purple gold eyes filled with thin water vapor lost the coldness and hardness of metal, and stared at Mako Hirako's gray eyes almost rolled into the eyelids with the illusion of being fragile and fragile like crystals: "I really hurt."

The moment her fingers climbed up the scraggy hip bones at the waist and crotch, Hirako Mako's expression mixed with helplessness and impatience was slightly startled, and finally turned into a trace of exhausted tenderness after a long struggle.

"I lost to you bastard." Hirako Mako stretched out her finger and slowly stroked along the flowing lines of Hideaki Fukagawa's side face, and traced the long and narrow eye ends with her thumb soothingly, "Go to bed, I will help you."

"Really?" The man who got the promise showed a childlike innocent smile under the hands of Mako Hirako, like a white horse in the blink of an eye, but he can already get drunk in his prime.

However, Mako Hirako was instantly covered with black clouds like the bottom of a pot: "Don't lick my fingers! Hideaki Sukawa, you lewd|sex maniac!"

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"Hmm~"

"what--"

"So comfortable..."

"Yeah... um... that's right there, use your strength... um oh..."

"You're really... wonderful..."

"Come again..."

"Ah, ahh-"

Hirako Mako looked at his subordinates who were fully enjoying his horse-killing service with a black line on his face, and he did not forget the key to the climax | Hideaki Fukawa, who was full of ups and downs, deeply reflected on himself for the thousand and one time The broken problem of being too soft-hearted all the time.

Tomorrow morning, when everyone watched him come out of Fukawa Hideaki's room, the misunderstanding would deepen further, right?

The slender but powerful finger palm firmly fixed the twisted and trembling spine under the palm, Hirako Mako opened the blooming flowers on the other side that were in full swing on the pure white background, and the touch of wine red hair across the finger palm was just like a root of love The lingering fingers can't be lingered.

It's just that your sorrow is so unforgettable and within reach, how could I... be indifferent?

"Bi Fang...I love you, Bi Fang...well, loving you...always...Bi Fang..."

I only dare to confide my deeply buried heart in the intoxicated dream

I only dare to call your name in the quiet night that no one knows

I only dare to recall your smile in a fleeting hallucination

If I was sober, I would not be able to bear the overwhelming sorrow

I love you so,

Destroy the will, burn the life, kill the soul

Let yourself be desolate and crazy in the time without you

But before knowing all this, I personally buried you in an unreachable place