The Yukinoshita family wants me to confess

It is worth mentioning that due to the large amount of stolen goods seized, Xuemu, who had not done any heavy work, transported the pile of stolen goods in several batches.

"Hey, is Auntie already asleep?"

When Ping Chuanxiu came out, there was no sign of Snow Mother in the living room, and the door of the other bedroom was closed.

It shouldn't be. No matter what happens at home, as long as I haven't slept, my aunt will definitely say good night to me before going to bed. What's going on today, I feel a bit wrong.

With doubts, Hideo Hirakawa walked back to the room.

Hirakawa Hideo looked at her room carefully and remained silent.

Intuition told him that something big must happen, and it was related to the safety of life and property.

My own bedroom door is still open, and the inside is neat and clean, as if there is nothing wrong with it.

Nothing is wrong, and almost certainly nothing will happen.

The sixth sense that something important is missing must be an illusion.

Hirakawa Hideo smiled.

There are only myself and my aunt in this room, what bad things can happen?

Auntie has never done anything excessive to him, and this time should be no exception.

Besides, my aunt loves me so much, what can I do to myself?

Thinking about it carefully, Hirakawa Hideo felt that she was taken aback in vain, that she frightened herself for no reason.

Ha ha.

After chuckling a few times, Hirakawa Hideo raised his head and walked into the room confidently.

Lying comfortably on the bed, Hideo Hirakawa was ready to sleep.

Before going to sleep, he looked around again.

Everything is neatly arranged, and there is nothing unusual about the floor, bookcases, tables, and chairs.

Well, no problem.

Hirakawa Xiu was completely relieved now, and fell asleep.

and many more?

table?

At this moment, he suddenly remembered.

Didn't I have time to clean up the drawings on the table in the morning? Why is there not a single drawing on the table?

Could it be that the table has been cleared by the aunt?

that……

"...?!!"

Hirakawa sat up straight suddenly, got out of bed, and ran towards the table.

With a bang, Hirakawa Hideo opened the drawer.

There is nothing inside.

Chapter 18 dream

Ruined!

Those good books that have been treasured for many years have disappeared in just a few minutes.

Not long ago, Hirakawa Hideo had flipped through it, but she didn't expect it to be the last one.

Hirakawa Hideo felt a dull pain in his heart when he thought that he would disappear with those notebooks that comforted him countless times in the middle of the night.

In the future, it will be difficult to find so many books that fit his obsession, and if you want to read it again, you will have to find it slowly.

His heart was crying, he couldn't laugh, tears were hitting his stomach.

Not only that, but the fact that his aunt discovered the notebook he usually used to fantasize about his aunt made him feel even more embarrassed.

You know, whenever he has desires, he looks at these books, imagining that he is pressing on Xuemu, and then vents his desires.

My aunt may have known about my preference for mature women in terms of sex.

Thinking of this, Hideo Hirakawa panicked even more.

Auntie shouldn't realize that her usual object is herself, right?

No, she shouldn't be able to find out.

In Ping Chuanxiu's mind, Xuemu's usual conservative appearance appeared in his mind. He guessed that Xuemu didn't even know the concept of a book, which made him feel relieved. It was too late for her aunt to get angry when she encountered these things, and she must have no chance to go there. Think about it.

and many more.

Wouldn't that painting still be in there?

Hirakawa Hideo looked through the bookcase for a long time, but didn't see the photo, and felt a little flustered.

Xuemu usually dresses very conservatively. In her daily life, she almost wears kimonos and clogs. She doesn't even show her calves, let alone her more intimate thighs.Until one day, Xuemu's calf was injured, and she had to lift up the hem of the kimono to apply medicine, revealing the crystal white and tender calf inside, and that scene was photographed by Hirakawa Hideo who happened to pass by with her mobile phone.

At that time, Xuemu was facing Hirakawa Hideo sideways. The posture of rubbing the medicine made her legs look more slender, and made her already plump buttocks more upright, which greatly demonstrated Xuemu's feminine charm, which made ignorant For the first time, Ping Chuanxiu noticed that the aunt was such a sexy woman.

At that time, Ping Chuanxiu's sexual impulse had not yet fully arisen. When he saw that scene, he only vaguely felt that the curves on Xuemu's body were so beautiful, and it didn't make him have too much sexual reverie.

Hirakawa Hideo originally used that photo as a screen saver for his mobile phone, but later he felt a little ashamed if it was discovered by others, so he copied the photo and looked at it when he had nothing to do.

A few days ago, I took it out to watch for a while, and after reading it, I put it in the notebook next to me.

Now that the book was taken away, the painting was also taken away.

Ping Chuanxiu could only pray that Snow Mother wouldn't turn over those books, otherwise he really didn't know how to explain the painting.

No, it's too late for such a conservative aunt to stay away from this kind of comics. She definitely doesn't have time to study carefully, and she can't find it at all.

Ping Chuanxiu could only comfort herself silently.

In another bedroom, Mother Xue was lying on the bed, her chest heaving slightly.

The pile of notebooks flashed through my mind again. The women on the cover were posing in various extremely exaggerated but seductive poses, extremely tense.

Is Xiu looking at this kind of thing to vent his desire?

Whenever the night falls, does he seek spiritual comfort from such cartoons?

Xiu is also fully developed.

Xuemu couldn't help feeling emotional in her heart.

and……

Xiuyuan is more interested in older women.

This doesn't seem like a bad thing.

The young and self-willed don't know how to love others, and the older ones are more suitable to be the target, not to mention...

There was a strange feeling in Xuemu's heart, which seemed sour and sweet.

If I were to pose like that, would it be...

Xuemu quietly came up with a thought that made her blush.

Lie on the bed, put on a posture that makes the curves more attractive, and turn the buttocks to him.

Just thinking about that scene made Xuemu's heart beat faster and faster.

How embarrassing, how could I have such thoughts...

Mother Xue rolled over, her fair and tender face rubbed against the pillow, a blush stained her cheeks.

The shapely legs rubbed against each other involuntarily.

A shy look appeared on Cheng Che's face, making her look even more charming.

Has Xiu ever thought about that for herself?

Xuemu's eyes were blurred, and a pair of beautiful big eyes gradually overflowed with a layer of autumn water.

Delicate fingers grabbed the bed sheet, then put it down weakly.

What happened to yourself?

getting weird...

For so many years, she had never felt this way.

It's like before she met Ping Chuanxiu, she never felt so sorry for someone.

Why did he become so irrational as long as everything had something to do with Xiu.

Obviously it shouldn't be like this.

Mother Xue opened her eyes, the bedroom was completely dark, and she couldn't see her fingers.

Her eyes became a little confused, and she always felt that the road ahead was long, and she felt a little lonely walking alone.

At the same time, in Hideo Hirakawa's bedroom.

Ping Chuanxiu lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

Never in his life had he suffered so many temptations like today.

In my mind, teacher Jing's thin silk stockings are tied with jade feet with thin straps and high heels. The center of the feet is silky, the toes are as pink as green onions, and the nails are round and shiny.

Ping Chuanxiu clearly remembered the wonderful feeling when his palm was pressed against it. The sole of the foot wrapped in a layer of silk stockings was silky and tender, and the warm touch continued to come from the palm.

And Teacher Jing's shy expression when she touched her feet was also so charming.

The pink face was dyed red, the eyelids drooped, the long eyelashes fluttered, and there seemed to be a layer of autumn water overflowing from the eyes.

In the middle of the night when no one was around, all the details of that moment reappeared in my mind with incomparable clarity and could not be lingered.

Hirakawa Hideo shook his head, trying to restrain himself from resembling that scene, but another picture emerged in his mind.

Snowmother's attractive body lay on the soft sofa, with a concave curve at the waist, and a wonderful curvature of the buttocks.

The kimono on the shoulders was gently spread out, and the black and beautiful hair was coiled up on the back of the head, revealing the white neck and the crystal clear and delicate skin like jade.

Under the kimono, Xuemu's waist twisted gently like a snake, seeming restless or seeking something.

Ping Chuanxiu's warm palms stroked Xuemu's waist back and forth, and the palms were rubbing gently, feeling the smooth touch from inside.

"call……"

Hideo Hirakawa's desire has never been so high, he really wants to take out his treasured book, and have a hearty and hearty pleasure.

But at this time, all the treasures were taken away.

Want to vent, but can't vent.

This feeling is very uncomfortable.

Ping Chuanxiu tossed and tossed the quilt and couldn't sleep.

That night, Hirakawa Hideo suffered from insomnia.

Chapter 19 The latent desire is surging

The gray night shrouded the earth, the waning moon hid behind the light clouds, and the light of the stars became a little dim.

In Chiba County at night, the traffic is still busy and the noise is endless.The blooming neon lights weave the beauty of the night, and the whole city is shrouded in a dream.

In a remote place far away from the hustle and bustle, in a spacious room.

After hours of insomnia, Hideo Hirakawa finally managed to fall asleep.

Even after falling asleep, brain activity is still active, and it is not long before entering sleep.

In the dream, under a warm tent and light veil, a woman with disheveled hair is riding on her body, and she can't see her face clearly.

Her thighs pressed tightly against her body, rubbing against her body.

Ping Chuanxiu could feel the snowy and smooth skin of her thighs, like thin ice skin.

Unconsciously, Hideo Hirakawa put his hand on it.

Hands slid across her warm thighs, and there was a continuous slippery touch from the palms.

Gently squeezed, the skin bounced back to the hand the moment he let go, very elastic.