[Danwanron Hakomae] Hope synaesthesia

Whenever there are elderly people in the family, they always like to explain the sufferings they encounter in life as "good things take a long time".

The setbacks before reaping the fruits are defined as the price of success, so that the pain and hardship caused by setbacks will not be so annoying.

Never use random events with independent distribution of probability. Fate is playing tricks on you. Everyone has the same conditions, but you are a little unlucky... These kinds of words make people feel helpless.

When all suffering becomes worthless, human life will appear cheap and ridiculous.

If you realize this, your life will become hopeless.

Of course, if you are a successful person, you can of course talk about your past at will.

It doesn't matter whether it's a boastful show-off, a treasured memory, a deception that turns black and white, or an understatement that skips over, it's all up to you.

History is written by the victors.

Conclude all you want, blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Nagito Komaeda was lying on the bed, flipping through a magazine idly.

Among the things found in the sapling's room, the photo coloring page of a certain popular idol was carefully removed from the inside, and the rest was discarded by the owner like a shoe, and thrown in an inconspicuous corner next to the bookshelf.

But it's not dead, Komaeda found this old magazine that no one cares about when he volunteered to help clean the room.

He seems to be yearning for that beautiful girl with blue hair...

Maizono Sayaka will also be the 78th batch of admitted students who will study at Hope Peak as a "Super High School Idol" in the future.Komaeda knew her name from Naegi during some chats.

A coincidence among coincidences, the two of them are classmates from the same middle school.

Komaeda's fingers slowly caressed the cut part of the page, narrowed his eyes slightly, and indifferently showed a bit of coldness, and casually fell on the paragraph on the next page, which is more like poisonous chicken soup than gossip on the text.

"If you are only desperate because of such a trivial matter, in the final analysis, it is just that people without talent choose to degenerate themselves."

he commented softly.

"True hope breaks all despair."

So... no matter what... you can't despair, you can't lose hope, you can't let go.

It might seem to outsiders that this is some kind of indeterminate state of madness, but it is unbelievable that Komaeda is very sober, and his thinking has always been running smoothly in such a firm and orderly logical mode, which can It is said that an indestructible psychological barrier has been built, and because of this, the vacillating fate cannot break his spirit.

Hidden under the calm and humble appearance, there is an inner essence that can be called arrogance and cruelty.

With unparalleled confidence in his subconscious and his own talents, now he will appear here under the traction of fate, meet that person, and then approach him and demand him.

Makoto Sapling...a boy with the same talent as him, who uses "luck" as his talent.

I want to hope...but what exactly I want, Komaeda Nagito himself can't say clearly at the moment.

The talent he possessed since he was a child has made him used to his life being disrupted beyond recognition by various accidents. Many people and things—whether he likes it or not—always pass by his life like a lantern, It's easy to get it, and it's hard to get it back when it's gone.

Therefore, he has long been accustomed to treat everything with a contemptuous attitude.

As long as you don't care so much, your heart will not be shaken by separation and separation.

But this time, he didn't intend to miss him easily.

——In order to grasp the hope that only belongs to Komaeda Nagito himself.

It's just that the excuse for getting close is only temporary residence. As for temporary residence, how long is this period?

Komaeda Nagito has been worrying about this issue since he recovered from his injury, wondering what reason he should use to stay.At least it has to be delayed until the new semester of Hope's Peak Academy starts. Going back to campus is a trivial matter for him, and he can also take the opportunity to get more opportunities to get along with Makoto Sapling in the academy.

Fortunately, Sapling Makoto also seems to have forgotten about this matter, or is it that he, with his benevolence and righteousness, tolerantly acquiesced to the shameless selfish desires of people like him?How grateful it was...he was thankfully relieved that he didn't have to make up excuses to cheat.

He felt guilty for three full seconds at the disrespectful thought he had considered.

From a local ordinary high school to a world-renowned elite academy, Nagito Komaeda is no stranger to the feeling of suddenly jumping from a mediocre world to a radiant and brilliant level.

He saw himself a year ago through Makoto's present.

Full of apprehension, worry, anticipation and longing and hope for the future.

But unlike him, who can only cause endless disasters for those around him, Makoto Naegi has a pretty good past.

A kind and loving family, kind parents, lovely younger sister, a smooth campus life, and good classmates.

Even I have never noticed it because I am too used to it, hidden under the cover of ordinary people's life, the happiness accumulated by countless hidden and inconspicuous luck.

In the eyes of Komaeda, who has a penetrating observation ability in the field of "luck", Makoto Sapling's luck is as bright as the shining stars in the silent night.

It would be very offensive and self-aware to think about it like this... It was like seeing another version of himself who got all the things he yearned for.

Relatives, friends, luck, happiness, all good things, and most importantly, hope.

April in Japan is the month of cherry blossoms. According to reports, the tradition of cherry blossom viewing began in the Edo period and is still popular among the people today.The cherry trees in the nearby gardens are in full bloom, pink and white clusters, blooming lushly and densely. From a distance, the flowers are raining and the fallen flowers are colorful, which is just the time for the flowers to see.

The cherry blossom petals fell on Komaeda's open palm, the young man looked up, the beautiful pink and white flower tree was in full bloom, the cherry blossoms were like blowing snow, and everywhere he could see were delicate flower clusters and petals fluttering in the air.

The color of his lips is thinner than the color of cherry, his eyebrows are clear and far away, and when he looks quietly into the distance, he seems to be cut off from this world with an aura of alienation.

Makoto Naegi thinks that Komaeda Nagito is really a very easy-going person, despite his soft and handsome appearance, he is also a very easy-going and gentle person, reliable and sensitive enough to be considerate of others, except for occasionally showing A side that is different from ordinary people.

"Hey, Sapling-kun. What do you think... what is hope?" Komaeda asked without warning, his eyes wandering.

"Eh? I can't answer this kind of question suddenly. I hope this kind of esoteric vocabulary without a fixed image..." Seedling couldn't help but wrinkled his face when he heard the words, and began to think in distress, "It's not easy to face any difficulties. The spirit of saying goodbye, firmly believing that there is a dawn in the future... right?" He said uncertainly.

"Haha, what an optimistic thought." Komaeda laughed.

"I can't help it." Makoto Naomu scratched his cheek embarrassingly, "An ordinary person like me... I'm afraid the only advantage is being positive."

"That's not true." Komaeda retorted.

There was a serious look on his face, very serious, as if he was serious about a life question that must be taken seriously.

"If you want to break through the shackles of despair and usher in the dawn of hope, you need the noble and precious qualities that Naegi-kun possesses, such as positivity. How can it be summed up in a simple word 'advantage'?"

Hmm... It's so weird that people don't know where to complain, but it seems to be an impeccable point of view.

The fingers were held by Komaeda, the palm was warm, Naoegi raised his head, and Nagito Komaeda was looking at him, his gray-green eyes were incredibly soft, and there was a bit of loneliness and scattered in the hazy smile that was always gentle.

"Totally different from someone like me."

Sudden suffocation.

The world collapsed, and with the collapse of consciousness, dark and heavy threads extended from the other party's words, tightly binding emotions, making people unable to escape, and waiting to die.

When Makoto Naegi opened his eyes, the nerves that had been unconsciously tense in his sleep suddenly relaxed.

Because he finally broke free from the inexplicable confusion, his consciousness was still not very clear, and he stared blankly straight ahead for several minutes before he slowly came back to his senses.

Seedlings turned their heads to the side, and stretched out their hands to push aside the curtains beside the bed. The bright moon hung high in the night sky, and the branches and leaves of the trees outside the window swayed gently with the breeze.

This out-of-control weird dream has haunted him for many nights. Unknown objects and illogical and absurd behaviors once made Naogi Makoto flustered, but when he gradually got used to it, it seemed to appear without warning. Disappear.

Until meeting Komaeda Nagito.

It's hard to describe this unfamiliar but familiar feeling in words, and it's hard to trace the reason. It's as if the person he has been in contact with has appeared in front of him in another form, and the lake of heart that has barely calmed down surges randomly again.

He was actually reminiscing, retracing the dream he had indulged in over and over again, and it kept reappearing in the form of Komaeda Nagito acting as the master of the dream.

He raised his hand to cover his cheek, his cold fingertips soaked in the heat from the skin, and after a long time, he let out a long breath.

It's really obsessed.

After washing his face with cold water, the remaining tiredness was wiped away together with the drops of water rolling down his eyelashes and cheeks. The cold feeling continued to stimulate the nerve endings. He suddenly wanted to take a casual walk without making a sound. Unscrewed the door, stepped on the soft cotton slippers and slowly walked up the corridor.

"Sapling-kun?"

The unexpected voice frightened the brown-haired boy's back slightly. He paused, as if he was worried about something, and did not respond immediately.

So Komaeda Nagito called again patiently.

"Sapling-kun."

This time it became affirmative.

A kind of unspeakable self-deception was broken so easily, it was like a dream became reality, and the voice wandering in my mind rang in my ears without warning.When Miao Mucheng turned around, there was still a bit of evasive astonishment in his eyes, and his guilty look should not be more obvious.

Komaeda Nagito stood leaning against the door of the guest bedroom. He seemed to have no worries about the still cold spring weather. His pajamas were loosely worn on his body, and a few buttons were unbuttoned to reveal his delicate collarbone and graceful neck. Under the reflection of the moonlight, her fair skin glowed like white jade, and her gray-green eyes showed a gentle smile.

"Komaeda...Senior."

He called out with some hesitation.

"En." Received a decisive and brisk response, full of reassuring breath, and then asked with concern, "It's already this time, can't you sleep, Ms. Sapling?"

"Well... a little bit."

"Actually fell asleep, and then woke up from a nightmare?" He speculated firmly.

"Eh?" Naegi's eyes widened in shock, "How did Komaeda-senpai know that I fell asleep?"

The white-haired boy blinked innocently, then suddenly took a few steps closer, caressed his cheek, and lifted the hair on his cheek with his fingers.

"Wet." The corner of the other party's lips curled up, his fingertips twirled the wet hair, and raised his eyebrows, "And it's very cold, I just washed my face. And Miaomu-kun's hair is a bit messy, no matter how you look at it In the state of just waking up, I used cold water to wake myself up just after waking up...I'm afraid, did I dream of something I didn't want to face?"

The sudden intimate move brought the distance between the two of them extremely close. In this position, Makoto Naegi could even see the fine hairs on Komaeda's cheeks, and could feel every movement of his fingers.

On the contrary, his eyes that can penetrate people's hearts must have captured every change in his expression.

"..."

Seedling was silent for a while, and looked away from Komaeda awkwardly.

"You're not right."

Looking away is the expression of concealing the inner heart, and avoiding eye contact is the subtext of refusing to communicate.

Why are you avoiding me all of a sudden?

"Ok?"

The corners of Komaeda's mouth drooped a little, and his eyes gradually darkened, but he still patiently and gently closed his fingers, pressing firmly on his shoulder with a force that would not cause pain at all.

The closer the distance, the stronger the sense of oppression... The difference in momentum that comes with the height difference, when Komaeda lowered his head and the moonlight completely enveloped his body, he climbed to the top in one fell swoop .

Naomu Makoto felt embarrassed, he took a step back subconsciously, his back pressed against the wall, the palm that was originally attached to his cheek slipped away when he avoided it, but the other party quickly followed suit, supported the wall with one hand, and bowed his head When he stared down, his pupils faded away from the shimmering and soft smile, and for a moment they were so dark and solemn that it made people feel frightened.

"Sapling-kun, what do you think is wrong?" He murmured in a low voice.

Naegi was so absorbed in her own thoughts that she didn't notice the change in Komaeda's expression.

In front of him is Komaeda's open skirt, and above that is the slightly pointed Adam's apple. Following the other party's vague questioning voice, that position trembles with the rise and fall of the chest, and the clear and clear voice inadvertently reveals a trace of confusion. His mouth felt parched for no reason, his heart was pounding, and his whole body was covered.

"I..." he said with difficulty, his voice suddenly became hoarse, and he lowered his eyes, "I don't think it's a nightmare."

Although it was indeed a dream...but it was not because of fear, but because of embarrassment.

Especially, the protagonist of the dream is standing in front of him at this moment.

"It may be strange to bring up this topic at such an inexplicable time... But, Komaeda-senpai, do you believe in fate?"

Makoto Naegi spoke words that even he thought were absurd, but his expression was strangely serious.

"I think Komaeda-senpai is like an old friend. We met before we didn't know it."

"Because we are very similar. We are two poles starting from the same origin. One goes to a higher place, but the other..." Komaeda's hair covered his brows and eyes, and his tone became dark, "And I..." The second half of the sentence The words were held in his throat, vaguely meaningless.

"I feel very happy."

The clear voice echoed in the corridor.

Komaeda Nagito suddenly stopped speaking.

Sapling Makoto bent his mouth, and there was a smile on the youthful brows and eyes, and a dazzling brilliance flashed in his eyes for a moment.

"It's a pleasure to meet Komaeda-senpai, I'm glad to have the same talent as Komaeda-senpai, I'm glad to be friends with Komaeda-senpai... Hey, are we friends?" He suddenly asked a little nervously.

The opponent nodded.

"Huh—that's great." He breathed a sigh of relief, and then smiled happily, "Isn't this great? How lucky to be friends with such a smart and gentle Komaeda-senpai!"

"Lucky?" Komaeda repeated with some self-mocking, "It's just luck on my side."

"This should be my own judgment." Naegi said, "Komaeda-senpai is too self-deprecating... I was flattered when you said that we are very similar. Since you have said so, then I will put my positive Give you half of your mentality!"

"Eh? Give me half?" Komaeda didn't react.

"Please don't belittle yourself anymore." Makoto Naegi's expression became serious, and he stared deeply at him with warm and tolerant eyes, "You didn't realize at all... what a good person Komaeda Nagito is."

The heartbeat suddenly rang like a drum.

He saw his stunned figure reflected in those bright eyes, how ridiculous it looked, not only stupid, but also hopeless as hell.

"Push."

Komaeda laughed out loud.

"Ah, I'm so rude." He covered his lips, couldn't help but smiled, looked at him intently, quickly looked away, and murmured to himself, "Oh... so cute, this kind of reaction, Isn't it too cute? It's already a foul... What should I do now——Naegi-kun, I'm going to fall in love with you."

"Eh? Ehh——??"

The brunette boy blushed subconsciously.

"It's not just because of what you said just now." Komaeda Nagito looked at him, lowered his voice, and the deep voice was gentle and charming, "I have fallen in love with you long before we met..."

Naegi Makoto looked at him inexplicably.

"I respect you, yearn for you, and worship you. Every time I think of you, my heart is as happy as fireworks exploded."

Just like now, my heart was beating fast, and my whole body was trembling with excitement.

"Komaeda-senpai...?"

Komaeda grabbed Naegi's hand in front of him abruptly, his eyelashes drooped, and slightly curly white hair fell to his forehead, Naegi Makoto twitched his mouth slightly, obviously feeling that there were many flaws in his words, Looking sideways, he saw Komaeda's fingers interlaced with his own against the wall, and immediately the shadow over his head fell down.

"So, please forgive me for being involuntary towards you, and for being rude."

With the other hand, he supported the back of the head of the brown-haired boy whose expression became surprised and flustered, and inserted his fingers into the fluffy and soft hair.

Bow down, kiss, all in one go.

The dream has really become reality.

The heat of the whole body seemed to gather on the head in the blink of an eye, Makoto Naegi almost felt that his head was going to smoke, not only because of the embarrassment, but also because of the overloaded thinking but still unable to understand Komaeda's unexpected behavior.

He blinked awkwardly, and could only see Komaeda's magnified face in front of his eyes. When he closed his eyes, he could see that his eyelashes seemed to be slenderer than girls'. The lethality of his fair and handsome face increased exponentially at close range.

The lips were pressed against the soft touch of the other person, and one could feel the slightly rapid warm breath of the other person spraying on the cheeks, even the air seemed so barren at such a close distance, completely tainted with Komaeda's breath.Miao Mucheng was so nervous that he held his breath, but he couldn't catch his breath, so he had to tilt his head back and subconsciously opened his lips slightly.

Then it was aggressively invaded.

"Hmm... um... Komaeda-senpai..."

The ambiguous sound of water leaked from the intertwined lips and teeth, his body was imprisoned in the cage formed by Komaeda itself, and his cool breath came from all directions, compared to the escaping from the depths of his skin The bloody enthusiasm couldn't be more vivid, and the sapling couldn't help but began to tremble, unable to move, passively bearing the emotion and longing from Komaeda.

Licking, sucking, penetrating, shed the usual docile and harmless disguise, revealing her strong and aggressive side.

But it is very strange that the spirit that has been restless has calmed down at this time.

A familiar aura lingered all over his body, as if he had finally recovered the half of his soul, and he had never felt so at ease before.

Komaeda stretched out his hand to embrace the sapling's slumped body due to his weakness, lowered his head, and pressed against his forehead, staring deeply into his watery eyes with gray-green eyes.

Makoto Naegi looked at him absent-mindedly, and his figure was reflected in his out-of-focus pupils.

So, you also feel that I am very familiar.

So, you didn't mean to stop me... just condone my attitude of continuing to approach, right?

Now, if Komaeda Nagito didn't notice anything, then even he himself would despise his own carelessness.

Sapling Makoto... probably knows.

For a long time, Komaeda Nagito used the hope-sensing device hidden in an abandoned research institute of Hope's Peak Academy to find those who meet the requirements... As the object of the connected spirit, he went deep into his heart When he is mentally active, Makoto Sapling himself should not be in a state of ignorance.

Even if it's only subconsciously, he still hasn't forgotten the aura of the invader, which is why he didn't behave like a stranger when they met for the first time.

He also realized my existence, and he didn't repel or reject me.

Ecstasy was like a wave, sweeping through the whole body in an instant.

"Hey, Naegi-kun."

The brown-haired boy who was panting for himself slightly opened his eyelids, the delicate skin on his neck was itchy from the slender hair, as Komaeda opened his mouth, the hot and humid air enveloped the sensitive earlobe, and the soft voice seemed close Whispering with ears closed, sensual and sensational.

What followed was the heat spreading from the enclosed earlobe little by little, the slippery tongue licked to the auricle, poked into the red and tender ear hole, and the sound of wet water spread to the mouth deep in mind.

Komaeda's voice trembled uncontrollably, it was trembling with excitement.

"Sapling-kun, aren't you going to stop me?"

In the silent night of late spring, the light mist floats, and the dew is enough to cover the branches and leaves.

The surging tide of emotion is lost in the quiet darkness.

The moonlight broke through the clouds and shone through the windows of the building into the corridor, and the figure extending to the end of the corner flashed by. In the blink of an eye, everything sank into the depths of the half-open room.

Bang, the door is closed.

The sound of staggered and rapid breathing appeared in the enclosed pitch-black space.

Naegi Makoto grasped Komaeda's skirt with his eyes tightly closed, his eyelashes trembling unceasingly, and the strength of his hands even tore apart his crumpled clothes quite a bit, exposing his bare chest to the cool air.Komaeda turned her head slightly and kissed his neck, soft white hair rested on her round shoulders, and the extremely dim light in the dimness outlined his handsome facial features.

The warm breath sprayed on the sensitive skin, first it was cold and warm and comfortable, and then it was wet and soft to the touch, being sucked, licked, and tasted, like hugging a long-awaited baby, salivating but reluctant If you put your mouth down, you have to carefully wipe off the floating dust, then caress it lovingly, and then lick his taste, reminiscing about his taste endlessly.

The button of the pajamas was not unbuttoned, but the other party's hand came in dangerously from under the hem, and the hand was attached to the delicate flesh, the heat from the palm was ironing the skin, rubbing it vividly.

A subtle sense of danger runs through the spine like electricity along the tailbone.

After all, he is a teenager who grew up in a society where information sharing is rapidly developed. If Komaeda was still a little confused when he first approached, at this time, Makoto Naegi has clearly realized what will happen.

The heat from his body suddenly overflowed, as if the water boiled by a small fire had finally reached the critical point, gurgling, the scorching gas burned his head hot, and even his fingers were trembling from the heat.

Can't speak, can't say the words of rejection, even the spirit has lost the strength to resist, so you can only let the other party do whatever they want, right?

Sapling Makoto didn't understand the specific reason, he couldn't understand what he was thinking at the moment, was he so dizzy?Hormonal effects of puberty?Komaeda Nagito has attracted him in such a illogical and unreasonable way, since they met and formed a bond, inseparable light and darkness, black and white that cannot be confused, is such a fateful existence, the north and south of the same magnet They are equally distinct and fatally attractive.

Komaeda stared at him, grasped his fingers that were gripping his pajamas nervously, and gently pushed them away one by one, then cupped his hands and kissed his red fingertips one by one, in the process Zhong stared at him without blinking, like a wild beast staring at his prey, and the sense of danger of being swallowed was almost creepy.

Makoto Naegi was a little embarrassed by his look, and it could be seen that he seemed to be trying to calm himself down, but... He blinked his eyes, as if Komaeda couldn't help but burst out laughing because of the strong man's sad expression.

The dangerous tension surging in the air disappeared, and Makoto Naegi suddenly became dazed, and opened his mouth: "...Komaeda-senpai."

Such a lovely reaction.

Komaeda observed him calmly, as if his heart had been teased by some fluffy blade of grass, so he responded gently: "Huh?"

Seedling didn't answer, it was just a subconscious call, he didn't have any purpose, this behavior of consciously calling someone else's name in a state of confusion, itself is a signal to convey dependence and trust.

Although it was unintentional, it satisfies some of his shady and despicable desires in a crooked manner.

Komaeda carefully observed his expression, masochistically trying to find a trace of reluctance and resistance, but there was none, except for the awkwardness of some teenagers avoiding and dodging because of embarrassment, the body language without a trace of resistance had already shaken his mood. It was completely revealed, so a morbid feeling of love and pity grew in his heart. Komaeda was driven by this feeling, and his heart that was always ready to move was like being thrown into a honeypot. Tightening the opponent, the unintentional panting sound made Makoto Naegi's ears so red that they were bleeding.

He stretched out his hand somewhat helplessly, hesitated for a moment, wrapped his back around Komaeda's shoulder, covered the back of his neck with his hand, and stroked it soothingly.

Unexpectedly, Komaeda's body froze for a moment, and his eyes turned dark the next moment. Before Makoto Naegi could react, the world was turned upside down in front of his eyes. There was a soft bed under him, and the opponent's hands were propped on both sides of his head. Kneeling between his legs, the position of the knee is against the most restrained position.

From Naegi Makoto's point of view, when Komaeda leans down, he can see his white chest under the open neckline, thin but not thin, sharp lines and tight waist, even the sexy mermaid line is faintly visible.

The moonlight illuminates his face, making that unreal handsome face more and more illusory. The white hair and green eyes are like an angel who has strayed into the world, and Miao Mucheng is so bewitched that he doesn't know what is going on this evening. On the eve of the night, when the other party buried his head in his shoulder and lingered wantonly sucking kisses, and his fingers were poking in from the edge of his pajama pants, he suddenly recalled it.

Komaeda saw him come back to his senses, raised his head and smiled, staring at him and licking his lips, the crimson color flashed past.

Color imparts soul and love, but that's it.

"Hey, Naegi-kun, your body is so hot."

The white-haired boy said softly, with a coquettish tone, contrary to the innocent tone, the hand that reached in from the waist was kneading a handful of buttocks in an obscene manner, then reached out to the front, and held The fully erect penis, the fingertips repeatedly rubbed the wet top viciously.

The brown-haired boy had never experienced such a shameful treatment, he jumped violently like a fish just taken out of the water, and was suppressed by Komaeda chuckling quietly, his pupils were a little dizzy for a while.

The slightly rough fingertips rubbed the delicate flesh along the meridian route, pressed with a little force, and the part that could not withstand the teasing became more congested and straightened, and some slippery mucus spilled from the top stained the finger , then spread all over in soothing motions.

The comfortable feeling, the numbness, the pleasure brought by someone other than yourself and someone you like is far more than the happiness that you can bring, Makoto Naegi almost felt panic when Komaeda pulled his hand out Urgently, almost instinctively, he cooperated with the other party to take off his clothes. At the moment when the two bodies were naked, he sighed unconsciously, raised his waist, and touched the other penis that had been so patient that he was almost crying. Erect dildo.

Naegi Makoto's fingertips twitched, and the next moment, Komaeda grabbed his hand, leading him to hold two hot cocks, and began to stroke them up and down.

Goo, goo, goo, goo.

Komaeda's pale cheeks also had a touch of emotional blush, he opened his eyes with some impatience, and looked at the boy below him fascinated.Seedling's panting gradually became quicker, his eyes were moist and red at the end of his eyes, and he was clearly in the vortex of desire, but the expression on his face was still pure and pure, looking at him helplessly and full of dependence, he could only Let the countless shameless corruptions in his heart take root and sprout.

If you want him, if you want to invade him, you must imprint your own brand on his whole body as soon as possible, and fill him with your own taste inside and out, so that no one else can covet him. It is best for him to rely on him, trust him, and like him I love him until I can't leave him... because this is the hope that belongs to "him".

This possessive desire full of despicable desires cannot tolerate other people's attempts to get involved.

With delusion together, Komaeda Nagito became more and more emotional, and Makoto Naegi ejaculated once under the comfort of his leadership, but he still held his hand, and the genitals that had just climaxed were extremely sensitive and unhuman How could the little boy bear this, his moaning sound had a hint of weeping.

Komaeda came back to his senses for a while, kissed his forehead tenderly, then turned him over, rubbed the boy's round and plump buttocks, opened a gap like a fruit, and then inserted it between his thighs : "Clamp your legs." Komaeda said shortly and hastily, he took a breath after speaking, and then pumped vigorously without thinking about it.

The delicate buttocks are repeatedly rubbed by the fiery genitals, even when Komae reaches the depth, even the egg balls in front will be hit, and the seedlings will feel it again after being touched for a while, and the thighs and lower parts are burned hot Yes, but his genitals hardened unknowingly, clinging to his lower abdomen with a distinct presence, he blushed and grabbed the pillow tightly, his body was pushed forward continuously, and his whole body almost hit the headboard of the bed.

After an unknown amount of time, his lower body became wet for a while, and sticky warm liquid flowed down from between his legs.

Makoto Naegi knew what it was, his heart was pounding, and realized that Komaeda's position could give him a panoramic view of such a lewd appearance in his place, and suddenly felt that his eyes were on his back, and he was so nervous that he couldn't move.

The white and tender buttocks still had red marks from being repeatedly rubbed and played with, the crotch was rubbed red, and the lower body was covered with white and turbid semen that belonged to him, flowing everywhere, even the red and soft acupuncture points. Contaminated a lot.

Komaeda's gaze stayed for a moment, almost obsessed, he put his finger on the hole, and inserted a knuckle in it.

The inside immediately shrank sensitively, and even the waist showed the outline of the waist because of the tightness, but the inside was too tender and tender. At that moment, he grabbed his waist, pulled the boy back under his body, and then slowly rubbed his fingers covered with his own semen.

"Ah... no, Komaeda-senpai..."

The back hole is filled with a strange sense of fullness, but the front part is in a state of wanting to ejaculate but can’t come out. Makoto Naegi rubbed against the soft bed sheets impatiently, feeling both comfortable and fearful of imminent disaster. The fingers in that place have already It reached the root of the finger, but Komaeda didn't intend to stop there, pulled it out a little, and then inserted a second finger in from the edge.

Some went in and some were pulled out. Generally speaking, it was probably more in than out. The narrow passage was opened up a little bit, and the pussy flesh that had been repeatedly rubbed gradually became slippery, and the resistance became more and more slippery. It became a persistent obsession, wrapping fingers together.

Komaeda accidentally poked into a place deep in the corridor, Makoto Naegi suddenly cried out "Ah", his eyes closed tightly, teardrops covered his eyelashes and trembled endlessly.

The brown-haired boy was still a little dazed when he was released, hardly understanding what happened just now.

The irresistible wave of pleasure turned white in front of his eyes, and completely overwhelmed his rationality and thinking in an instant. After a long time, he gradually returned to his original state. Only the electric pleasure remained in his nerves convulsively. tip.

Komaeda's eyes were dark, and the smile on the corner of his lips became bright immediately.

"Ah, it seems that I am really lucky. I found the sensitive spot of Miaomu-kun all at once..." He licked the thin red earlobe of Miaomu, and murmured ambiguously, "Hey, Mr. Miaogi, let me get it Are you comfortable?"

"Comfortable..." the boy stammered.

How could it be uncomfortable? It was a devilish joy. While he was extremely comfortable, he was almost afraid of this uncontrollable feeling.

Komaeda smiled lightly.

He still leans on his ear when he smiles