Faced with the blackened heroine, they actually stopped time

One-piece lace...

It seems somewhat transparent, but not completely transparent.

Hidden in secrecy, it is a suffocating scene of a woman holding a pipa and half covering her face.

The fiery upper body seems to be about to burst out, as if it is surrounded by fiery red flowers and is about to be pushed out.

The tight and plump legs are a deadly temptation under the red stockings.

The slender waist does not show any excess fat.

Perfect proportions, hot body, it is simply a fatal interest that can provoke a man's bottom line...

Is this going to be a movie?

Is this really such a great skill? No, it’s a unique skill!

It was as if I could feel the boy's breathing becoming increasingly heavy.

Kikyo Rimi stood there a little awkwardly, but walked towards Oreki Gen as if she was hopeless.

She kept moving closer.

Still lowering his voice.

At the same time, he reached behind his head and untied the bound long hair.

The ritual of biting your lips slightly is like opening a seal.

she says.

“It doesn’t matter how presumptuous your gaze is… If it were anyone else, it would just make me feel sick. But if it’s Oreki-kun… just enjoy it. The bolder and more obscene it is, the more excited I am…”

(It feels like autumn has really arrived, it’s a little cold, everyone please keep warm~~)

7: Impossible, absolutely impossible!

The temperament seems to have changed completely.

Oreki Gen didn't know why Kikyo Rimi had such an idea.

Maybe it was because of me that I developed some kind of exhibitionism fetish? Or was it because my eyes of desire did not scare this woman, but instead created an addictive effect?

Maybe there are various reasons, or maybe it is not as complicated as you think.

Maybe it's just the desire of this woman. Don't forget, this is not a normal world, this is a book world, and this woman is one of the heroines appointed by this book.

She is definitely a slut.

It's just a difference in how bitter it is.

And now, it seems, is the time to show these characteristics.

Looking at what's inside the windbreaker, it's a special outfit that is extremely tempting.

Of course, Oreki Xian had read a lot of "information". Even if he had not done any special research, he could see photos from various channels and understand the circumstances in which this kind of thing was used. It was just that he saw it face to face this time.

Such a close distance.

Especially for such a mature and charming woman, her perfect figure makes her even more attractive.

It is hard to imagine what kind of willpower a man needs to resist such a direct temptation. The impact is comparable to catching an intercontinental missile face to face with bare hands, right?

She walked towards Oreki Gen.

It seems that there is no time for this young man to wake up. Why should he wake up?

In such desires, it seems that everything is providing people with reasons to indulge and degenerate, to accept beauty, and to accept the desires that can be enjoyed to the fullest in front of them.

Before Oreki Gen had time to react, the other person's hand had already reached his shoulder.

She pushed herself toward the back of the couch.

Oreki Gen was forced to look up and saw that Kikyo Satomi had touched his legs. She did not hesitate to have physical contact. Perhaps this was what she had been wanting.

She just squeezed in so calmly.

It seemed that Oreki Gen didn't even have time to refuse, it was all too natural and too fast.

Kikyo Rimi is even more perfect when facing each other at close range. The charm of this distance seems irresistible. She is just a mortal and has not yet reached the level of transcending ordinary people. Especially her willpower, which has been infinitely weakened. Most of the time, she relies on her willpower that she has been constantly training to hold on.

In this ambiguous light, with her face in the slight shadow, she appears even more charming.

“Oreki-kun… you should have thought about tonight, right?”

She said so.

At this moment, Oreki Gen needs to resist the collapse of his rationality and maintain his last bit of clarity. No matter what time it is, he cannot let his guard down and allow himself to be swept away by this boundless desire.

He looked at the attractive Kikyo Rimi at this moment, who was like a bunch of fiery red roses, or like fireworks that should rise high into the sky and bloom brilliantly.

"What did you think of...?"

Kikyo Satomi lowered her head slightly.

The snow-white light on her body completely penetrated the boy's eyes. He now felt a little sorry for the other person's proud and exaggerated body curves.

Because it fits the fiery red costume so tightly, there is no way any gaps would appear even with such movements.

It makes it impossible to see more of the brilliance in it.

Of course, she is attractive enough with this extremely special 'equipment'.

She leaned close to the boy's face, her dazed eyes moving across Oreki Gen's handsome features, leaving her greed and fanaticism on every inch.

“Are you still playing dumb at this time? Oreki-kun should have realized when he came here that this night wouldn’t be that simple, right?”

She spoke softly, as her arms began to wrap around the boy's shoulders.

The arms she raised were long and slender, and she leaned close to Oreki Ken's body. In the eyes of this young man, it seemed that as long as Oreki Ken stood up a little, he could dive into her arms and indulge in a diving dive.

The air between breaths no longer seems fresh, but is filled with a hallucinogenic and impulsive fog.

"I haven't thought about it that way...but wouldn't it look weird for Kikyo-nee to dress like this?"

"Is it weird?"

She asked with a smile.

With slightly red cheeks and his head slightly tilted, Oreki Gen could feel the other person's wet and hot breath coming towards his cheek.

Oreki Gen tried his best to remain rational in this situation and spoke softly.

"A little bit, right? After all, this is not something you can wear outside. Besides, it looks too good on Kikyo-san, too tempting."

And Kikyo Rimi's body was almost completely squeezed into Oreki Gen's arms.

She then put her arms around Oreki's neck, then almost leaned on the boy's shoulder, next to his face, and whispered in his ear.

“Even at this time, Oreki-kun is still so smooth-talking. Don’t you know that saying such things will only make things worse? Or is Oreki-kun expecting something to happen just like me?”

At this point, it seems that Kikyo Satomi doesn't need to pretend anything more.

All that shyness and timidity seemed to disappear.

What remains now is the extremely real self, who, driven by desire, has begun to disregard everything and follow her instincts.

Oreki felt the atmosphere getting increasingly heated.

Feeling that irreplaceable feeling in his arms, what does imagination matter?

Only when it really appears in your arms will you know how terrifying this power is.

The physical contact, every inch of the senses is transmitted to my mind with great honesty, surging, overflowing, making it impossible to refuse the approach.

Oreki Xian's control was already on the verge of collapse, and such direct contact would simply destroy his bottom line.

How to resist? It seems like an impossible proposition.

"Didn't Kikyo-sister do all these things herself? Why do I feel like I did it knowingly?"

Of course, Oreki Gen knew what was going to happen, but he had to say it out loud.

It is better to just surrender than to be directly honest. What is the point of insisting?

And Kikyo Satomi seemed to regard the boy's tough talk as part of foreplay. She didn't care about it. She just smiled and gently bit Oreki Tsune's ear, as if it was a signal to start a fight.

It is just like the horn that was blown before a war in ancient times.

The hot and humid breath penetrated into the boy's ears, continuing to irritate his nerves.

At the same time, the other party kept tightening his legs, and the touch given to Oreki Xian was constantly increasing, as if he wanted to merge with the other party in this situation.

The body temperature is rising and the scent of both people is blending with each other.

Kikyo Rimi smiled and released her red lips.

Using her delicate cheeks to rub the skin on Oreki Ken's face was like cleaning the boy. It was a bit of a luxury to use such a beautiful woman to wash his face, but wasn't this the joy of a life of feasting and drinking?

As she sat there, performing this seemingly unconscious and instinctive gesture of intimacy, her breath smelled sweet.

“Anyway, Oreki-kun just likes it this way... He always ends up in a passive position. But it doesn’t matter. If it’s going to be this way, then Oreki-kun should just behave himself, right?”

Oreki Gen raised his head.

But the other party did not leave immediately. Following the boy's action, his breathing became heavy.

Oreki felt a wet touch on his neck.

Hot and humid.

It was she who was lingering on his neck greedily. The delicate movements made Oreki Gen feel as if he was sinking into the sea.

It was as if this place could smell the strongest scent of this young man, absorbing it all and swallowing it into the lungs.

It's a bit itchy, but more of an indescribable enjoyment.

Oreki Gen couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.

"Sister Kikyo wants me to be a little bit more obedient... I'm not a very obedient person."

As he said this, Kikyo Satomi raised her head.

She was looking down at the boy who was already deeply sunken into the sofa and seemed unable to get up even a little bit.

Her throwing herself at him was like a deadly poison at this moment, and as she got closer, her vision became narrower and narrower.

She said this with a charming and enchanting smile on her face, as if she was about to offer something.

“Of course I know Oreki-kun isn’t very well behaved, but it doesn’t matter. If you just behave yourself at this time, I will generously reward you. I… have wanted to do this for a long time.”

Before Oreki Genji could even finish his words.

Just press on it.

Oreki Xian immediately felt that his breathing was not smooth.

There was no fresh air at all. What entered his nostrils instead was the rich, unique fragrance of her body.

I couldn't breathe, as if I had lost the right to breathe in an instant.

It's obviously of astonishing size, yet it's so soft.

It was so soft that it was unimaginable, as if it could cover my entire face, or maybe even my face wasn't enough. Immersed in the gentle ocean, I couldn't see the sunlight.

It’s like I want to bury myself peacefully in such a snowy mountain.

This is indeed a rare and wonderful place. Oreki Gen thinks that there will probably be countless men who are willing to indulge in it willingly, or even die in it.

Even though it was still covered by the fiery red clothes, it was not completely covered. Most of the snow-white skin was already covered with the scent of Oreki Ken.

And feeling the friction of the boy's cheek and the coverage of his hot breath.

Kikyo Rimi's face looked even more charming. She looked at the boy who was getting deeper and deeper into the trap with satisfaction and pride.

It's like raising your own child and even radiates the radiance of maternal love.

“Do you like it? I always worry that it might be a little too big or too weird, but Oreki-kun seems to like it... It’s okay, if you like it, just enjoy it more... Just be more focused, it’s okay, I’m not afraid...”

She said this with a laugh.

It was as if I was trapped in this charming atmosphere, and became my completely free self, no longer caring whether it was strange or too exaggerated.

Oreki Gen was no longer able to make any effective sound, nor speak complete words. He was trapped in such waves, like a drowning person, struggling vaguely, trying to save himself.