The Yukinoshita family wants me to confess

Before it even started, I was already confused.

Yamashita Tomoki pressed his face against Hirakawa Hideo's neck, and kissed in confusion.

ma'am, i'm sorry...

I don't want to do this either, but I like the young master so much...

Yamashita Tomoki bit her lip and sat up slightly.

She put her hands on her waist and was about to take off her pants.

The evening wind suddenly picked up, rolling the curtain lights in the room and making a slight sound.

There was a rustling sound in the house.

The sound was very subtle, but it was as frightening as thunder when it reached Tomoki Yamashita, who was paying close attention to the surrounding environment.

"Maybe the wife is awake..."

Tomoki Yamashita stopped, he was already full of guilt towards his wife, but now he was even more guilty.

"It's okay, Auntie didn't wake up so soon."

Hirakawa Hideo, who was in the mood, didn't think so much.

"and many more."

Yamashita Tomoki grabbed Hirakawa Hideo's attacking hand and bit her lip.

"I'm really afraid that my aunt will wake up, and I'm embarrassed to be outside. I'll take a shower first. You can come to my room later."

With a foot in the door, Tomoki Yamashita was still a little apprehensive.

"It's all here... okay."

Ping Chuanxiu also woke up a little bit. Looking at the empty shallows, he also realized that this is not a good environment.

"Young master, be good, please bear with me."

Yamashita Tomoki also felt embarrassed for his retreat, blushing and coaxing Hirakawa Hideo.

Hirakawa Hideo naturally could only nod.

"Then you take a rest first, and come to my room later."

Yamashita Tomoki became shy.

……

Ping Chuanxiu was lying on the bed, his mind was full of strange thoughts in a mess.

In fact, this short stay has already made him sober up a lot.

He knew very well that doing so might cause irreversible consequences.

But it was really uncomfortable.

It seemed that there was still the feeling of Yamashita Tomoki's foot pressing on it.

When I think of these things, I can't stop.

Hirakawa Hideo was panting slightly.

He tossed and turned, neither falling asleep nor calm down.

The more you endure, the more uncomfortable you will be.

Especially when he drank a little wine and his mind was a little dizzy.

Can't think too much at all.

It's been washed...

Like a century has passed.

Hirakawa Hideo felt that a long time had passed.

Do you want to go...

Ping Chuanxiu was a little hesitant.

"Tonight, the young master can do whatever he wants with me."

Yamashita Tomoki's provocative expression appeared in front of his eyes again.

do not care……

Hirakawa Hideo took a deep breath and went out with the tent on her head.

Turn off the lights?

Is it shy...

Hirakawa Hideo didn't think too much, opened the door and walked in.

He got under the covers.clinging to the woman inside.

no clothes...

Are you ready?

Hirakawa Hideo stood upright, not aware of anything wrong at all.

Chapter 70 Peeping (Modified)

Tomoki Yamashita waited in the room for a long time.

But that person never came.

She lay on the bed, quietly waiting for the coming storm.

He grabbed a ball of sheets with his hands and twisted them back and forth.

Next to it was a clean white towel.

This will be used later as a pad under the buttocks to prevent infestation of the sheets.

Master...will you come?

Will it hurt the first time...

Yamashita Tomoki writhed uncomfortably under the blanket.

She was only wearing a silk nightgown that was as short as the thighs. If she lifted the quilt, she could see her long legs that were exposed. The thighs were plump and white, and the calves were well-proportioned.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Hirakawa Hideo never showed up.

Master...won't you come today?

Yamashita Tomoki didn't know what he was thinking, he breathed a sigh of relief as if he had escaped a catastrophe, but he couldn't hide the loss in his heart.

Put your hands on your chest, and your heart is beating hard inside.

open one's eyes.

The room was pitch black, and nothing could be seen clearly.

The bedroom is quiet.

She could even hear the sound of her legs rubbing against the quilt.

That's fine too.

To do that kind of thing so quickly is still too fast.

Yamashita Tomoki thought so, then closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep.

however.

My heart was empty and I couldn't fall asleep.

and many more.

This sound is...

It seemed that a woman's suppressed groans could be faintly heard from the next door.

Is it the wife?

Is the wife...?

Tomoki Yamashita never imagined that such a dignified wife would do such a thing in the middle of the night.

It's too loud...

Isn't the wife afraid that the young master will hear it?

You must know that the young master is still young, if he suddenly bumps into his aunt doing such a thing...

Tomoki Yamashita heard a long moan that suddenly rose from the next door, and couldn't help but blushed and spat.

That long moan scratched her heart like a cat's paw, making her itchy.

He turned around and fell asleep on his side, forcing himself not to listen to those melodious sounds.

But still vaguely heard.

The looming voice is even more charming, which makes people unable to bear it.

Involuntarily, the legs began to rub together tightly.

Can't……

Just once yesterday.

Put your hands on your thighs, and the warmth comes from the palms.

Yamashita Tomoki resisted the impulse, his face flushed strangely.

In fact, self-solution is harmless, but the long-term concept of abstinence still made her restrain the urge to use her hands.

But holding back and not doing it with your hands does not mean that the secretly breeding lust will disappear.

The body is numb.

The legs were clamped tightly, and the thighs rubbed against the quilt.

What I got in exchange was just scratching my boots. Not only was I not satisfied, but I became more dissatisfied with my desires.

How come it hasn't stopped for so long.

Ma'am, isn't she really afraid that the young master will hear it?

The young master is so perverted, what if I can't help but to say something to her?

Think so.

The image of Hirakawa Hideo hearing Yukimother's cry when she molested herself, peeking at the door, and then couldn't help but go in, appeared in Tomoki Yamashita's mind.

This is what she made up based on her usual educational films.

It's more itchy.

Yamashita Tomoki's breathing gradually became short of breath.

and many more.

The young master seemed to be in the same bathroom with his wife yesterday.

Could this sound be the wife talking to the young master?

A bold idea came to Tomoki Yamashita's heart.

"call……"

Yamashita Zhixi sat up straight, patted his scorching hot face, and let out a soft breath.

Listening to the louder and louder voices from the next door, Tomoki Yamashita got out of bed obsessively, and walked to the door.

open the door.

Finding the source of the sound, she walked to the door of Xuemu's bedroom.

The unbearable voice inside kept coming from behind the door.

Yamashita Tomoki swallowed.