[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

I stacked the last pile of clean dishes firmly on the shelf behind me, patted the water droplets on my hands lightly, turned around, and looked at the girl behind me with anticipation in my eyes.

The girl was tilting her face slightly, with her right index finger pressed against one side of her cheek. She remained silent for half a minute. Gradually, a mischievous expression appeared on her face.

My heart lifts upwards.

Sure enough, it's a little bit reluctant. I have zero service experience, and I don't have any points to add points except for washing dishes and serving coffee.

However, the girl suddenly giggled and held out a hand to me: "Congratulations, Ms. Natsume Akie. From today onwards, you are a waiter at Poirot's Cafe!".

I breathed a sigh of relief, raised the back of my hand and wiped my sweaty forehead.

I once heard a saying that when a person is suddenly stimulated or encounters a disaster, his libido will increase instead. This also explains why in many American dramas, the protagonist can't help but come to a show despite the outbreak of the virus and monsters wandering around. hair, and some even died.

I don't know if the state of the two of us belongs to this category at the moment, but I can feel some heat surge in my lower abdomen, and he, the place pressed by my buttocks, is very hot and hard, separated by two layers The material was sewn tightly against my buttocks.

He obviously reacted too.But for men, it doesn't make much sense, even if it's not me who is pressing on it, this kind of reaction may happen, after all, they are all lower-body thinking animals.

There was a completely indifferent look on his face. In order to hide my embarrassment and my emotion, I bit my lip and leaned over to his face pretending to be very sophisticated.

"You're right, I really like this position, because I can use these hands to strangle the nasty villain at any time." I stretched out my hands and put them around his neck in a decent manner.

Yes, I'm bluffing, I don't even know how to seduce a man.

"Oh? Is this the combat experience taught by the FBI in class?" He still had a playful smile, "I seem to have heard of it, strangling a man to death when he has an orgasm, or using an awl like an 'instinct' Stuck to death, what, have you tried many times? I don't mind being your object of practice..."

Before he finished speaking, his two hot hands pinched my thighs violently, pulled them apart vigorously, and then roughly lifted up the skirt attached to the heels of my legs, revealing the purple lace panties.He pushed me back, so that the secret part between my legs and his already hard lower body fit together completely. If there were no clothes to block it, the thing might have penetrated in...

His movement was too sudden, and I could clearly feel the outline of the thing, so I let out a short scream.

It's too much, this is completely beyond the limit of the joke.

"If your boyfriend knows that you are doing such a thing with a male colleague who is out with you, what will he think?" He smiled and said cheekily, "Or is it that he is used to it and doesn't care at all? Or do you Your appetite is too big, he knows he can't feed you enough, so he simply lets you hang out outside?"

He spoke very bluntly, as if he wanted to get something out of my mouth, but I was so frightened by his series of astonishing actions that I couldn't even speak, and my mind was like a pot of boiling water.

His hands were holding my legs tightly, I couldn't move at all, I could only maintain a bent over posture, relying on my two arms to support my body, to avoid the terrible weapon from driving straight in.

Why did he make such a joke? It's too much. If you want to make fun of me, isn't it enough to attack me with words?

My arms began to shake, they could barely support me, and he pushed up viciously, and I finally sobbed uncontrollably.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a suspicious light in them.

It wasn't until my tears rolled down his face that he released the hand that restrained me guiltily. I fled from him like a virus. When I got out of bed, my legs went limp, and I fell to the ground again.

So embarrassing.

I heard the sound of him slowly sitting up behind me, and suddenly understood why he was teasing me like this.

He didn't believe that Okiya Subaru was my boyfriend, he was probing me, testing my relationship with him by how I reacted to sex.

Too much.

At this time, in Tokyo, Kudo House, Okiya Subaru, who was eavesdropping, sneezed hugely.Because of the heavy rain, the bug did not work very well, so he gave up on bugging and paced around the house.

Outside the window, a tree was struck down by lightning, and the ground was covered with green leaves.

He looked at the residual green in front of him, and pushed his glasses: something seemed wrong...