[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

But no matter how much Mako Hirako was reluctant, in the end he could only follow the instructions of Ichiro Nakagawa and rush towards the first room of the fifth team.After all, as the saying goes, that person’s money is... Ah, no, it’s a cannibal with a soft mouth and short hands. Although Mao is a place where death cannon fodder gathers, in order to let these future high-quality cannon fodder willingly take the place of Central Room 46 in a farther place In the future, the group of pigs who were slaughtered by the blue boss and the paralyzed fox worked together to attract the few vice-captains and even rarer captains to rest on the sycamore tree of the building. The expenses are all reduced to the lowest level, but Mako Hirako, a young man who is dragging Hiyori, a troublesome young man with first-class technology and a first-class appetite and a more first-class violent loli, after being squeezed by various homework after the precious time of earning money to support his family I also have to have a thick skin that doesn't exist at all, willing to be the little boy of the fifth captain, to gnaw on the coffin book of the unrelated Hideaki Sukawa ==

Therefore, in peaceful times, economic status determines political status. Even if a golden mountain is smashed over, even if the force value is only five, it can climb up to the head of the captain of the [-]th squad to show off its power, not to mention that as the captain of the fifth squad, Hideaki Fukagawa's force value is not good. Just only five!

Looking at the golden ponytail behind Mako Hirako's head drawing a dazzling arc in the sun, and the thin back of the smoke billowing away.Ichiro Nakagawa pushed the thin-rimmed glasses that almost reached the tip of his nose again. The coated lenses reflected even more dazzling flashes in the harsh afternoon sun, and the corners of his well-shaped lips curved into a more gentle arc: "When you see What kind of expression will that person have? I’m really curious, Mako Hirako, Captain Hirako.”

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Greeted the Zefeng sliding door of the first room of the fifth team with his feet and then suddenly tightened it and turned around. Mako Hirako pressed one hand on the door frame and turned his back to the infinite spring in the first room of the team, and impatiently raised the corners of his mouth The Kansai accent slammed over: "I know I'm coming, can you move faster, I didn't come here from Mao Shunpo to watch you put on a blockbuster sympathetic action movie for me." =皮=

The low panting of the young man in the first room suddenly turned into a suppressed groan, Hideaki Sukawa’s extremely sticky voice seemed to be licking Hirako’s earlobe covered by the golden hair through the air with the tip of his wet tongue: “If Mako is impatient to wait We can come together~~~"

"I'm not interested in your type, the taste is too strong!" He uttered sarcasm without mercy, and he was answered by a voice in the room that suddenly became more than ten times louder. M physique, every time someone scolds, it seems to immediately get excited ==|||

"But... ah, good boy, um... ah..." The meaningless □□ was mixed with the erotic tremors, which caused some trouble to Pingzi's keen hearing, "Ah —Maybe you are interested in... Ritsutsu...ah, such a cutie~~~"

Mako Hirako finally closed his mouth with black lines all over his head. Was his head stepped on by Killian or old man Mikami wiped his blackboard? The wind is beautiful and the spring is bright and sunny at noon. Xiao, actually ran outside the office of the captain of the fifth team to wait for the end of the restricted-level performance inside.

"Captain, Captain Sang... ah!" With a slightly nasal voice, the voice that seemed about to burst into tears in the next moment suddenly rose to a sharp high-pitched voice full of joy, and then stopped abruptly at the moment when it was approaching the peak.

Hirako Mako instantly understood what Fukawa Hideaki was doing, and broke in through the paper door behind him recklessly: "Fuchuan Hideaki, don't play too much!" After seeing the scene in the room clearly, she twitched the corners of her mouth with trembling fingers , "Fuchuan Hideaki, this is your cutie! Are you a super omnivorous animal that can eat even stones?" ——The method is not so good, to make this kind of guy make that weird sound, But can you think about my stomach a little bit, hello!

Thanks to Fukawa Hideyoshi's unrestrained obscenity, our well-tested classmate Hirako can still complain calmly even in the face of such a beautiful and charming scene.

Now, let's find out what Hirako-san saw.

First of all, what appeared on Hirako’s light gray iris was a queen’s imposing standard riding posture. Hideaki Fukawa assumed the position of rider without any suspense. Come down, but all the hidden belt buckles that should be tangled together are all left, generously revealing Fu Chuanying's smooth chest with delicate texture, and naked|exposing the extremely dazzling and obscene crimson cherry blossoms on the snow-white background , starting from the neck side and extending all the way down into the layered dead bully outfit, the white and round knees are looming behind the white captain's haori, and Hirako can completely make up the haori that rises and falls with the ups and downs of the waist and abdomen The slender and powerful thighs and the slender and straight calves overlap and overlap continuously.

Hirako's eyes stretched downwards, and finally saw the mount that was called a stone, the man with healthy and refreshing wheat-colored skin, from the tight skin and the slightly protruding slender muscles under the skin, it can be judged that the origin is between youth and maturity At this stage, the bones are slender and graceful and the structure is broad. Although the facial features cannot be seen, it can be judged from the figure alone that it is by no means the slender and tender young man that Hideaki Fukawa always prefers—although the flowers that destroy the future of Jinglingting seem to be more The crime should be aggravated, but it is a pity that Mako Hirako, who was born in a remote area of ​​Ruhun Street, really does not have such a sound moral awareness and sense of justice to criticize her benefactor and job. ——What hindered Mako Hirako's eyes from scanning was the bright red ribbon tied around the man's neck, and the other end was only wrapped around Hideaki Sukawa's finger. He not only blocked the man's breathing, but also forced him to raise his head and stagger Hirako away. The sight of observation.

The slender fingers slowly loosened, and the silky ribbon lingered on the fingertips and slowly slid down. The man's handsome face, flushed skin, slender eyebrows, high nose bridge and ruthless lips, and the corners of the eyes because of Excessively passionate trembling eyelashes falling tears and distorted expression mixed with joy and pain due to suffocation and suffocation, the helpless trembling of the corners of the lips seems to still want to call someone's name in the chaotic consciousness... Mako Hirako raised With light gray pupils, a cold and sharp glint flashed undisguisedly in his eyes: "Hideaki Fukawa," Mako Hirako's voice was deep and dangerous, different from the usual clear and daring Kansai accent, "You are an out-and-out asshole."

"Uh——" Sukawa Hideaki, who has been suppressed all the time, ushered in the final climax amid Hirako Mako's cursing. The wine-red hair twisted on the snow-white captain Haori to form a voluptuous sea of ​​flames. It was the broken soul that was on the verge of despair, laughing hysterically, "Hahahaha, good scolding! Good scolding! But but... the other party, the other party... I can no longer hear... I can't hear... the other party...ha Haha...the other side..."

Got sick again.Pingzi turned and left calmly, without a trace of pity in his heart.

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On the corridor of the Fifth Division.

"Mako, where are you going? Didn't the captain tell you?" Miwa Suzuki, the third member of the [-]th team, called Mako Hirako who was about to leave the [-]th team.

Pingzi turned around and rolled his eyes towards the sky, and sighed at the gentle and considerate Wufansanxi with three rolled eyes: "He has no time to tell me."

Suzuki's beautiful light brown eyes widened: "It's getting sick again? Then let me tell you. This time, I'm asking you to take the place of Nomura Fifteenth of our fifth team to support the thirteenth team."

"Could it be that the fifth team is dead? The fifth team is a rescue team, not a support team. Let a Mao student who has not graduated to do the job of the chief officer. Apart from being mentally abnormal, doesn't that guy even have an IQ? Has it been eaten up by Killian too?" Mako Hirako picked his ears indifferently, with a heartless expression on his face, as if he was part of the guy who didn't know the seriousness of the students pretending to be the seat officer.

"It's not an exaggeration to say that it's a rescue. There seems to be a high-ranking Daxu haunting there. In three months, four gods of death with seats have died. I really don't know what the captain thinks. Isn't this asking you to die? ?” The soft and beautiful Sanxi complained so, and frowned her slender brows.

"Yo~ It sounds like you have a good appetite!" Pingzi grinned the corners of his mouth and pulled out a paradoxical smile, fearing that the world would not be chaotic, and his neat and excessive teeth shone like a beast in the sun, "Well, since you have been seen through, College life is so boring, so why don't you just come to this world to have fun."

"Mako?" Hirako looked at the eyes of the beautiful woman on the opposite side as if she was witnessing the historical moment when the moon overwhelmed the sun and gave birth to a sky full of stars, and evil spirits overflowed from the depths of her light gray pupils, "Well, may I ask this beautiful woman Captain Fuchuan In which room are the death tyrant outfit and hell butterfly prepared for me?"