The Yukinoshita family wants me to confess

I'm too tired to study on weekdays, and it's rare to play once on weekends before I become presumptuous.

After careful scrutiny several times, Xuemu confirmed that Ping Chuanxiu looked very sluggish, and became habitually worried, and made excuses for Ping Chuanxiu by the way.

Fortunately, Ping Chuanxiu doesn't hate studying very much, otherwise she would be spoiled sooner or later with Xuemu's attitude.

Xuemu's attention was quickly focused on reflecting on her recent performance.

Think about it.

Sudden.

Hirakawa Hideo didn't know if he was dreaming about something or was not sleeping well, so he adjusted his posture again and stretched out his hand by the way.

Xuemu, who was thinking, opened her eyes wide.

(Gradually regaining my status, starting from 4000 words tomorrow!)

Chapter No.16 Mrs. Yukinoshita suddenly shy

A hand rests against the soft belly.

Unprepared Xuemu opened her eyes wide and was at a loss for a while.

It was Hideo Hirakawa's hand, and he reached out out of nowhere.

He had changed to a sleeping position lying flat, face up, with no full face visible.

But from the side view, the eyes are still closed, the mouth is slightly open, obviously still in a state of unconsciousness and deep sleep.

The hand on the abdomen was just stuck to it through a thin layer of kimono, and there was no other movement.However, there is also a strange feeling of being pressed against by some foreign objects, which makes Xuemu, who has always slept alone, feel a little strange.

She twisted her body back, wanting to leave the warm hand on her abdomen.

But that hand seemed to be conscious, and she stretched it out after she stepped back, and it was still placed on her abdomen after a couple of times.

Maybe it's because the belly feels too smooth. After she tried to avoid that hand but failed, that hand moved restlessly, stroking its flat and soft surface back and forth.

The expression on Mother Xue's face gradually became a little hesitant, and she blinked her eyes at Ping Chuanxiu who was lying on the side.

The coincidence of the hand on the abdomen really made her a little suspicious, and this behavior did not seem like something that a sleeping person could do.

After hesitating for a while, Xuemu didn't move that hand away.

Ping Chuanxiu looked very tired, if he hadn't pretended to be asleep, it would be unbearable to wake him up.

He opened his lips, but still had no words after all.

Xuemu lay down a little bit forward.

Put your body close to Hirakawa Hideo, put your mouth next to his ear and exhale softly, and keep your eyes on Hirakawa Hideo's face to check his reaction.

Hirakawa Hideo's ears are very sensitive, and every time he whispers, he can't bear to breathe a little bit on it.

If he was pretending to be asleep, it would show his true self in doing so.

But what Xuemu didn't expect was that she moved like this.

The hand that was originally placed on her soft abdomen moved down a little with her movements, and stayed a few minutes below the lower abdomen, sandwiched by her legs.

Warm breath was breathed into the ears, and the hands were pressed by the plump thighs. Hirakawa Hideo seemed to have noticed something strange in his sleep. He turned over and returned to the sleeping position where he was facing the Snow Mother again.

The original mouth facing Hirakawa Hideo's ear suddenly changed to facing his cheek.

Unable to reach the defensive line, it became her face to Ping Chuanxiu's face, as affectionate as a lover.

Not knowing what to think of, Xuemu's face turned red.

Hirakawa Hideo's breath hit her face, which was hot and itchy.

The thick curtains were drawn by Hideo Hirakawa, the room was not very bright, it was a little dim, but he could still see clearly.

Xuemu subconsciously let go of the leg holding Hirakawa Hideo's hand, and stepped back a little.

She does not reject these intimate actions, but she is not used to them yet.

What's more, Ping Chuanxiu's consciousness is still not clear now, and she seems to be taking advantage of it by doing so.

Although a little shy, she prefers Hirakawa Hideo to take the initiative.

PS:

There are a lot of papers to be written in the past two days. It is so short for the time being, and it will return to the normal length later.

I recommend a book. There have been several million-word books and the new work "The Story of the Prisoner" by Yuki Torii with a strong character.

Summary:

In a world where women are superior to men and demon girls are everywhere, Donghuang Taiyi is in a state of melancholy every day.

Yesterday, the blood girl invited him to take a wooden barrel bath together, and today the enchantress who just woke up came to invite him to experience the steaming service in the iceberg...

In the land of enchantresses, everyone is greedy for their own bodies.

Bearing the burden of humiliation, she has gone through untold hardships, just to wait until that day, when countless enchantresses kneel before her, and those words keep coming from her ears:

"Taiyi My Superman!"

"Today we have wine, flowers and bright moon beds!"

"This time it's finally Benji's turn!"

"This time, you must be crushed!"

……

Updates will resume tomorrow

In the first two weeks, there were final exams for several elective courses and several papers to be written, so I was delayed for a while.

Take a day off today and resume updating tomorrow.

Chapter No.17 Snow Mother's Little Actions

"call……"

Hirakawa Hideo's warm breath hit her face lightly, making it itchy.

Xuemu's face blushed imperceptibly, and she instinctively stepped back a little bit, pressing her body back against the sheet, rolling up small folds on the soft sheet, like water waves rippling.

Unknowingly, Snow Mother, who was lying outside the quilt, got into the quilt.

The two people who were originally separated by a quilt were now almost clinging to each other. Even though Xuemu stepped back a little, they still looked as if they were hugging each other.

She was lying face to face with Ping Chuanxiu, and the distance between their faces was less than ten centimeters.

The pair of big and narrow eyes were open, looking at the opposite side quietly, what was reflected in the clear eyes was Hirakawa Hideo's unconscious sleeping face, and the long eyelashes trembled slightly on it.

On the opposite side, Hirakawa Hideo's eyes were tightly closed.

Behind Hirakawa Hideo is a window covered by thick curtains, only a little light enters through the curtains, the bedroom looks very dim, but after the eyes get used to it, the situation in the room is still clearly visible.Hirakawa Hideo was lying on the opposite side, his face was actually not clear under the dim light behind him, and there was a hazy sense of distance from his usual face.

Perhaps it was this sense of unreality that seemed like a dream but not an illusion that made her sneak in so boldly.

Not sure what came to mind.

The blush on Snow Mother's soft face quietly spread to the base of her ears, and even her snow-white neck was stained with a tinge of blush.

Hirakawa Hideo's hand, which was held between her thighs just now, still stopped not far above her thighs after she let go.

From time to time, the fingertips brushed her thighs, which were only wrapped in a thin layer of kimono, and some particles were slightly aroused in the skin where they were scratched, and Xuemu's body trembled.

Knowing that the other party is not sober, but still has some vague expectations.

I don't know if it was because the quilt was too thick, but Xuemu felt that her body gradually became hot and hot, and she seemed to be sweating a little, and the kimono on her back was clinging to her body.

The cheeks, neck, and ears are hot, and even the air exhaled from the mouth and nose is hot.

Gradually, unconsciously.

My mind is also confused.

The fact that Hirakawa Hideo didn't return all night last night has been far behind and completely forgotten.

The idea of ​​asking someone to secretly follow Hirakawa Hideo and secretly investigate Hiratsuka Shizu left his mind.

Xuemu quietly moved forward a little, and moved down a little.

In this way, Hirakawa Hideo's hand returned to her abdomen and rested there.

Under the quilt, the soft face remained unchanged, but the pink color on the neck gradually deepened, turning as red as the face.

Hirakawa Hideo was still asleep, her eyes never opened, and she was addicted to dreams.

At the same time, in the living room downstairs, Yamashita Zhixi, who was lying on the table, raised his head and rubbed his eyes in a daze.

PS:

The state is not good, first code this point, and everyone will make do with it.

In addition, I recommend a book by the author of the same site, the new book "My Classmate Is Not a Problem Girl" by one of the original three filthy guests.

The car was flying, and I looked innocent in comparison.

Interested friends can take a look around.

Here is the introduction:

The ability is to be able to see the special hobbies of others, and the purpose is to save a group of problem girls with special hobbies!

Question: Is there any way to effectively rescue the problem girl?

Answer: Let them be problem young women.

Crowd: ...

Chapter 18 Attack

The blush was rendered on Xuemu's face, like pink ink splashed on the paper.

Her mind is still in a daze now, and she doesn't know why she did this.

From the beginning to the end, she didn't actually think about doing this.

Even if she didn't realize it herself, Mother Xue was actually very shy in terms of gender, if not, Ping Chuanxiu would not have been afraid to express her thoughts for so long.

Even after reading some books, I learned a lot about some things. For example, in addition to simple leg control and foot control, there are also strange types of orientation such as wife control and mature woman control. Mrs. Yukinoshita is still the same. With an instinctive reserve.

In other words, out of a small heart that she was ashamed to express, she hoped that Hirakawa Hideo would take the initiative in these matters.

In any case, she was his aunt in name, and could even be said to be his adoptive mother.

How can such an identity put down his body to do those dirty things?

There seems to be no difference between two people who is active and who is passive, but in Mrs. Yukinoshita's heart, there is a big difference between Hirakawa Hideo's initiative and her own initiative.

After all, it was some request from the juniors.

It's normal to agree if you can't push yourself.

This is how Xuemu has endured until now with some small thoughts that are extremely inappropriate for her identity.

When Ping Chuanxiu broke into the room that day, she thought that the other party had opened his eyes.

But the next day Hirakawa Hideo seemed to be the same as usual.

Early morning.

The sun is kept out.

In the room of the two of them, everything was hazy and dim as if covered with a black shadow.

Snow Mother panted slightly.

She was lying on her side, her bangs were slanted down, and her smooth forehead was exposed.

The whole face is red.

On the abdomen was Hirakawa Hideo's hand stretched out and placed on it.

Maybe it was suppressed for too long.

Hidden expectations and suppressed desires can never be relieved.

In addition, there were only her and Ping Chuanxiu in this room.

It just so happens that the other party is asleep again.

Even in the daytime when the sun first appeared, it gave Xuemu an illusion of being in the night.