Macho Harem Paradise Project

And those two sentences that Sayuri Sawamura said just now before she left the house, weren't they an expression of her agreement?

If I don't do something, I would really be letting my mother-in-law down for her good intentions.

In short, perhaps in response to his mother-in-law's hint, Yang Ming Xiuyi has made a decision.

Let's give her the best experience in the place that Eriri is most familiar with and feels most at ease with.

Among the three people who joined at the same time, she is the only one who has not enjoyed it yet. If she tells others about it, she will be laughed at.

"Ahaha,"

After releasing her lips, Eriri couldn't wait to make a sound.

"Go, go to my room."

"it is good."

Holding the soft and boneless beauty in his arms, Yang Mingxiu took action.

The girl’s room seems to exude a sweet and soft smell that makes people relax as soon as they enter. There are posters of various anime on the walls, and there is also a special transparent cabinet for figures. . . . . . . . . . .

?657 Eriri Conquer

Neatly arranged quilts, neatly arranged bookshelves, a painting curtain on the table with a small desk lamp, and paintbrushes for the painter next to it.

As soon as she entered the room, Eriri sat awkwardly on the bed, staring at Yangming Shuichi who was looking around the room.

He looked left and right, but after just a moment he turned his gaze back to the little guy.

"what happened?"

"It's the first time someone I know has come to my room."

Eriri thought about it and realized that even her friends of the same sex had never come to her room. Although she got along well with her friends at school, she would become nervous as soon as they knew a little about her family situation.

"That's really an honor."

Yang Ming Xiuyi came to her drawing board and took a look. The rough lines of the characters were no longer there. The overall outline and shape design were almost completed, and only the details and finishing were left.

"Is this the manuscript for Aki-san?"

"Well, there's more. This is the work that will be shown at the next comic convention."

Talking about her strengths, she became excited and happily rummaged through boxes and drawers, wanting to show off to her lover.

But the energetic movement just now stopped, and a fatal problem was forgotten by himself.

Yang Ming Xiuyi is indeed aware that he is an artist, and a well-known artist in the industry, but he seems to know nothing about the content of his own works.

Most of Hiraki Eri's works are not suitable for being published on regular platforms.

Even if the work is not so explicit, it seems that it is not suitable for boys to watch.

"what happened?"

Seeing that her movements had stopped, Yang Mingxiu asked, squatting under the table, she was frozen.

"Um, um, I remembered it wrongly, it seems that they are all sold out."

Turning back, I met the corners of his mouth that were slowly rising. That smile was very beautiful, and even the many types of characters in the two-dimensional world could not be compared with it. It was definitely an outstanding appearance that could stand out from the crowd.

It was just that smile that inexplicably made me feel like something was going to go terribly wrong.

The young man didn't say anything, but maintained a subtle smile, slowly approached, then squatted down, leaned over and whispered softly in her ear.

"I smell a lie."

"No, that, this,

While she was busy explaining, I pulled the box out from under the table.

Isn't this full of works? There are preliminary line drawings and finished drafts. How can an artist not keep drafts of his own works? It sounds wrong.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Her expression instantly became confused, and Eriri hurriedly tried to go up and grab it back, but Yang Mingxiu, who had excellent arm span, blocked her cheek with one hand and she was unable to move forward.

"Let me see."

The other party was already appreciating the work, and it was too late to do or say anything now. With a deathly pale face, Sawamura Eriri stopped what she was doing and sat back on the bed.

When facing him, I felt like I had used up all the shame I had in my life.

"It's quite interesting. The drawing is great, Eriri."

"oh oh..."

After a rough look, I found that all of them were works of humiliation. The creator's works can reflect the author's mentality to a certain extent. This is why most female artists' works tend to be pure love, and the characters in the works are basically handsome men and beautiful women.

But this is what the taste of Eriri is like.

The emphasis is also different, the touch of lips, the delicate inner world of the characters, the ideas reflected by actions and body language. In short, the emphasis is different from that of male painters.

"So you like this."

Compared to the gentle, romantic and gentlemanly appearance, the scene she likes or imagines is more rough.

"Don't, don't say anymore."

Ying Lili lay on her own bed and buried herself in the pillow.

She had some idea of what was going to happen to her.

My mother is not at home. It's just me and my boyfriend at home. In my own room, there are all kinds of imaginative elements. Eriri is a picture book artist herself, so how could she not understand?

The pair of little feet in white silk had sunk into the bed sheets, leaving a few wrinkles.

Yang Ming Xiuyi was not polite and sat on the bed naturally.

"Xuyi, I've already done it with them."

"Well, I didn't mean to hide it from you."

This was all going on with Kato Megumi right under her nose.

"So cunning, I was the first one to know Shuichi."

"..."

The first one should be Kato Megumi. It would be too depressing to say this out loud, so I’ll hold it back.

"It's true that Eriri was the first person I met at school."

"Humph,"

Stuck under the quilt, Ying Lili felt extremely hot and her back was already sticky with sweat.

"Ah! You, what are you doing!?"

He he he he he, what is he doing pinching his own toes!?

Could it be that...

That's right, isn't it common in books? Because of the author's various XP, various strange attributes are derived and reflected in the work.

Ying Lili herself does not have this kind of niche XP, but she has heard of it a little.

Some of them are so delicious that I would even marvel at them when I watch them alone at night.

"Let me touch you, don't be nervous."

"How can you not be nervous? You idiot!"

Just as she was about to lift her thighs to give him a blow, she was already firmly in his grasp, unable to escape.

Instead, this force caused her skirt to shake.

Yang Mingxiu was a feast for the eyes.

Last time in the bathroom, I could only taste her lightly, and I didn't do anything more brutal to her.

These girls, who already have a lot of happiness in their lives, naturally need more uniqueness that belongs to them, and Yangming Xiuyi's reason for existence is to meet their little needs.

"Well.."

In a state of self-abandonment, Eriri hugged the pillow tightly and buried her face in it, as if she was trying to suffocate herself.

Yang Mingxiu showed a meaningful look and slowly took away the soft pillow that had been deformed and dented by the force.

The red face, like a cracked egg, is topped with a layer of bright red sauce, which makes people salivate and their appetite grows.

Put your palms on her delicate face and feel the incredibly hot temperature.

This Ying Lili is indeed fair and tender, both her extremely white skin and her spiritual world.

Compared to the defeat CGs created by Yang Mingxiuyi himself, the works she drew were so innocent that it was scary. Perhaps I really need to teach her how to draw more erotic works.

Even in pure love picture books, there are times when the heroine is forced to make a heart-shaped gesture with her hands making the "V" sign, right?

The pillow was taken away, and without the last layer of covering herself, Ying Lili tilted her head and dared not look at him, her slender fingers unconsciously fiddling with each other.

?658 Too sensitive

At this point, Eriri Sawamura was finally able to freeze the "picture" she imagined in her mind into reality, thereby gaining "experience" and finally sorting them out one by one.

His mother seemed to be convinced and did not get angry about him having a harem. She even took the initiative to leave the house to create some space for them.

She was naive but not stupid, so how could she not see that her mother tacitly left her some space to be alone?

The hands that were fiddling with the things were held down by the man, and Eriri was forced to open her hands.

Panic and anticipation intertwined in the deep blue eyes.

First, taste the scent that belongs to her on her golden hair.

Fragrant.

"Do you know what I'm going to do next?"

"I don't know, don't ask me..."

"Hey~"

so fun.

No matter where the nose touches, the snow-white skin will naturally turn a delicate red.

"Teacher Bomu Eri, you really don't know?"

"Or have you already thought of those weird things?"

"I, I'm not thinking about anything weird, I'm obviously thinking about..."

"Oh? Who is it?"

"Bad guy."

The breath hit the delicate neck, causing it to tremble slightly.

It seems that the "harem" has always been full of crises since ancient times. There are all kinds of palace intrigues and fights. There are even some tombs of ancient emperors who tell of the death of emperors who could not control their own life and death at the hands of the harem.

The reason is that it still fails to satisfy everyone's inner wishes.

Human beings live with many expectations for beautiful wishes. This beautiful and simple idea will gradually dilute or even deform and twist into a dirty shape as they grow older.

But if we can preserve this beauty and satisfy everyone's wishes, then the reward will be true "harmony".

Perhaps the answer to Echidna's beautiful wish can be found here.

Only "satisfaction" can bring peace.

And be satisfied all the time.

Whether it is the beautiful expectations at the beginning or the more greedy expectations that will emerge in the future.

Yang Ming Xiuyi is a greedy guy. He is lawless but cares about girls in every way. He is too lazy to think much and almost all his attention is on them. This kind of tenderness that only belongs to a special guy is really touching.

——My boyfriend is the most special and unique person in the world, and he treats me well from the bottom of his heart.

With his eyes tightly closed and his eyelashes slightly trembling, Yang Ming Xiuyi looked at the cute little guy below with amusement.

——Is it useful to pretend to be asleep now?

Or is he telling himself something by pretending to sleep?