Comprehensive comic: It starts with getting little Doraemon by punching in

Time passed slowly as the two chatted, and half an hour passed quickly.

After Kitahara paid the money, the two of them walked out of the bar and strolled down the night streets.

The bright moonlight shone like silk, and the slightly cold night wind blew slowly past my face.

Kitahara.

When they reached the bridge, Miwako Sato suddenly stopped, turned her head and called him softly.

Her voice was very soft and sounded slightly smoked.

Beihara Hao looked down subconsciously, looking stunned.

With the help of the street lights erected on the street, he could clearly see the state of Miwako Sato at this time.

Her fair and tender cheeks turned pink due to the alcohol, and her purple eyes were filled with mist-like confusion. Perhaps because her steps were a little unsteady, she was lightly holding on to the fence with one hand, looking exactly the same. Drunk look.

Recalling the scene in the bar just now, Kitahara Hajime remembered that she only had one drink.

Miwako's drinking capacity is really bad.

At this moment, Miwako Sato, who was standing in front of him, suddenly took a step forward, and her petite body fell into his arms.

Before Beitahara could react, she put her hand on his head and rubbed it gently like a small animal.

It must be hard for Beihara to be alone for so many years, right?

Sato Miwako's voice was soft and soft, and her purple eyes looked at him with tenderness.

What's happening here?

Seeing her current appearance, Kitahara Hao couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Did Sato-senpai suddenly become like this after he got drunk?

...It's okay, it's not too hard.

Looking at Miwako Sato who was touching her hair, Kitahara Hao hesitated for a moment and then answered.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Miwako Sato pulled him into her arms with a slight force, and the two hugged each other under the moonlight, like a pair of intimate lovers.

It's okay, let me, sister, stay with you from now on!

Miwako Sato gently stroked his head like a small animal.

You didn't listen at all!

Feeling the softness coming from her cheeks, Kitahara Hao gently sniffed the alluring smell of wine and fragrance on her body, and couldn't help but think of...

070: Wait, where are my clothes!

The thin moonlight reflected on the water under the bridge. Kitahara Hao was buried in her soft arms and slowly gave up the idea of ​​struggling.

Miwako's figure is really surprisingly amazing.

It doesn't look very conspicuous even on ordinary days.

Um...Miwako, can you let go first?

After enjoying the sultry fragrance for a while, Kitahara Hao couldn't help but call her softly.

If this continued, he felt like he was going to suffocate to death.

...

However, after waiting for a while, Sato Miwako didn't make any sound, and even the little hand that had been caressing his head stopped and gently rested on his shoulder.

Hearing the gentle breathing next to his ears, Kitahara Hao suddenly had a bad premonition.

Miwako?

Kitahara Hao slowly raised his head and looked at Miwako Sato, who was resting on his shoulder, with some confusion.

She didn't know when she closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, her red lips opened slightly and she breathed evenly.

He could even feel the hot breath from Miwako's lips, with the light smell of wine hitting his cheek.

12 Asleep?

Seeing her current appearance, Kitahara Hao was stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously hugged her soft waist with his hands.

Sato-senpai, you really know how to choose a time to sleep...

Beihara Hao looked at the sleeping woman leaning on his arms and sighed helplessly.

Originally, he was thinking of staying in a hotel with Miwako tonight, but in her current state, even if he went, he wouldn't be able to do what he wanted to do.

I won’t take you drinking next time.

Beitahara stretched out his hand and rubbed her little head, then looked around.

Since it was night, there weren't many passers-by on the street.

So it's not convenient to go to a hotel now, and it's not convenient to drive after drinking...

Wait, I seem to be under a horse spell!

Thinking of this, Beitahara's eyes lit up, and then he reached out and took out the horse charm from his spare pocket.

With a faint flash of white light, Kitahara Hao's head, which was still feeling a little dull, suddenly woke up.

This thing is really useful.

Looking at the horse charm in his hand, Kitahara Hao subconsciously glanced at Sato Miwako in his arms.

Well……

As if she felt a little cold, Miwako Sato nuzzled gently in his arms, like a little kitten looking for warmth.

It's better to go home first.

Seeing her cute appearance, Kitahara Hao casually threw the horse charm into his fourth-dimensional pocket, and then picked her up in a princess hug.

That kind of thing always leaves a good memory, and it's just a matter of time anyway.

…………

Rice flower town.

2-chome 8th floor.

As the Porsche slowly parked in the private garage, Kitahara Hajime picked up Sato Miwako from the passenger seat.

I'm back.

Pushing the door open and walking into the entrance hall, Kitahara Hao walked in without changing his shoes.

Welcome back, I was just on TV - Huh?

Doraemon poked his head out of the living room, but when he saw Kitahara Hajime holding a woman, his happy voice suddenly stopped.

This...who is this? it asked hesitantly.

Miwako Sato, my senior at the Metropolitan Police Department.

Kitahara explained softly, and then carried her to his bedroom on the second floor.

Remember to close the door and lights on the first floor when you go to sleep, I won't come down.

……I see.

Seeing Kitahara Hao's figure already stepping onto the stairs, Doraemon nodded with a complicated expression.

This was the first time he saw Kitahara Haori bringing a woman home at night, and the person he brought with him was a senior from the Metropolitan Police Department.

In the bedroom on the second floor.

I didn't expect Sato-senpai to be quite heavy.

Kitahara put Miwako Sato on her soft bed, and then moved her aching shoulders.

He moved a chair over and sat beside the bed. He propped up his chin with his left hand and looked at Miwako who was still sleeping soundly with his brown eyes.

What she wore today was the same as she usually wears at work, a light blue suit jacket, a black round-neck outer layer, and a light blue hip-hugging skirt, which completely highlighted her beautiful figure.

Miwako is really cute when she sleeps, but——

The tip of Beihara Hao's nose twitched slightly, smelling the faint smell of alcohol on the other person's clothes, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised.

Sure enough, it's better to put on your pajamas first...

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The next day, early morning.

The gentle sunshine penetrated the light mist and gently fell on the bedroom.

...I drank too much last night.

Sato Miwako half-opened her sleepy eyes, recalling what happened after coming out of the bar last night, and couldn't help but murmured softly.

But...where is this?

She turned her head and looked at the unfamiliar bedroom around her. She stood up half-sitting up on the bed with one hand, and the memories in her mind gradually became clearer.

She remembered that after walking out of the bar, she threw herself into Kitahara's arms like a spoiled girlfriend, and then she held his head and said some inexplicable words...

It's over——

Thinking of this, Sato Miwako slowly opened her eyes, her cheeks suddenly turned red with shame, and she couldn't help but cover her face with her hands.

Why did I say such embarrassing words at that time?

After calming down her embarrassment, Miwako Sato took a deep breath, sat up from the edge of the bed, and put on the slippers placed on the floor.

...Isn't this Beihara's home?

After observing the environment of the bedroom for a while, Miwako Sato couldn't help but mutter to herself.

But she remembered that she and Kitahara both drank, and that bar 960 was quite far away from Ni-chome...

With this in mind, Sato Miwako opened the bedroom door and looked at the corridor outside the door with her purple eyes.

To the left of the corridor is a staircase, while to the right is a path leading to other rooms.

After Sato Miwako observed carefully, she slowly walked down the stairs.

As soon as she walked down the stairs, she saw Kitahara Hao walking out of the kitchen, and the two looked at each other.

Good morning, Miwako.

Kitahara Haki looked at Miwako Sato walking down the stairs, smiled and said hello.

Good morning...Good morning, Beiyuan.

Sato Miwako blinked her eyes, and nodded nervously after coming back to her senses.

Go wash your face first, breakfast will be ready soon.

Beihara Hao walked over and rubbed her little head, and said with a smile on his lips.

Well, I...I know.

Feeling the touch on her head, Sato Miwako couldn't help but stiffen.

…

call--

With the sound of cool water, Miwako Sato also picked up the new towel she had prepared and wiped her wet face clean.

Why did I say that last night... Really!

Looking at herself in the mirror, Miwako Sato patted her red cheeks with her hand.

However, the next moment, her eyes suddenly froze.

Wait, where are my own clothes? .

071: It really feels like a family.

Where are my clothes?

Looking at herself in the mirror, Sato Miwako suddenly found that the clothes she was wearing had turned into a set of pajamas, which made her pupils tremble slightly.