Faced with the blackened heroine, they actually stopped time

He immediately uttered such vicious words.

Oreki Gen tried hard to avoid the other person's gaze that seemed to penetrate his soul.

"What nonsense are you talking about... Sister Kikyo should wash it yourself. I won't bother you anymore."

After saying this, Oreki Gen struggled to free himself from the other person's hands that were about to climb onto his chest, turned around and prepared to leave the bathroom.

What a joke.

Take a bath together?

Is this really possible? It's just an excuse to start a war.

Oreki Ken saw it clearly, it’s not that Oreki Ken hated this matter, nor did he dislike Kikyo Rimi.

On the contrary, seeing Kikyo Rimi can naturally arouse that desire in one's own, as if it makes the blood in one's whole body boil.

And the feeling with her...is really wonderful.

It is hard to imagine what it is like to have a woman who can meet any of your requirements and is extremely comfortable and soft.

Because of this, we cannot be so direct and casual, as if we are being extravagant and extravagant.

There is a saying that goes, sex can be the spice of love, but you should never be dominated by sex.

It was just the moment when Oreki Gen turned around and prepared to leave the bathroom.

"boom."

A soft but surprising touch hit my back.

The elasticity without any covering pressed against his back. He felt it directly and the contact was unobstructed.

It's a wonderful feeling that seems to be able to be sung from the throat in an instant.

At the same time, she could feel her clothes on the back suddenly getting wet, and her hands covered with water stains wrapped around her waist from behind, pressing down on her chest.

It wasn't very firm, but the gentle wrapping of the fingers made Oreki Kanji stop in his tracks.

Just for a moment.

The woman made the young man stop where he was, and felt the countless touches coming from all directions.

That kind of wonderful joy is like a rushing flood, which doesn't give you any time to react. It makes your brain go blank and you seem to be able to only accept it passively.

The boy gritted his teeth slightly.

My breathing became heavy and speaking became difficult.

"Wait...what is this for?"

Behind Oreki Ken's back, who couldn't see at the moment, Kikyo Satomi gently circled her fingers around the boy's well-defined chest, as if she was gently carving some patterns, or as if she was using a whisk to gently sweep a dust-free table, leaving only an itch that made people unable to stop.

From behind, she held the boy's back firmly.

She leaned on his shoulder and even whispered hot and moist breath behind the boy's sensitive ears.

“Didn’t I tell you... let’s take a bath together? Oreki-kun, why are you so scared? Will your sister eat you?”

You'd better eat it...

Although it is impossible for her to do the same thing as Hannibal, Oreki Gen is willing to call her the female version of Hannibal.

He's the kind of person who will eat you without leaving any bones behind.

"That's not the case...it's just that my clothes are all wet...and it's a bit weird to take a shower together, right? I'd better wait for you outside..."

Oreki Gen said this, and seemed to want to struggle.

But the other person had already unbuttoned his clothes with a click.

Instantly, part of the boy's skin was exposed.

Kikyo Satomi kissed Oreki Tsune's ear while continuing the movements of her hands.

Tirelessly helping the boy unbutton his clothes and take them off.

“Don’t worry… leave it to me. I’ll wash your clothes for you anyway. Now all you have to do is listen to me. Only then will you get some candy~”

What sugar?

My buddy with diabetes doesn't eat sugar.

But I couldn't say such an unreasonable refusal.

It is better to say that it is impossible to resist this woman's strong will now.

The wet clothes and pants were thrown into a corner of the bathroom in such chaos. They were so messy that they looked like a rag on the floor.

After doing this, Kikyo Rimi did not start her actions hastily.

Instead, she found a bath towel and wrapped her hot and perfect body.

Instead, the naked boy looked at the other person strangely.

"Where did you get the bath towel...I don't think I have any at home?"

Oreki Gen had no habit of wrapping himself in a bath towel, and it was impossible for his family to prepare such a thing.

At this time, the towel was wrapped tightly, not exposing those key parts at all, but only revealing the slender, plump, and elastic legs, as well as the bony and extremely clear shoulders.

Although there is a thick bath towel to cover it, it looks like one would want to strip it naked.

This may be the so-called meaning of clothes.

Kikyo Satomi looked at the boy with a smile.

"Of course I brought it myself. Oreki-kun's bathroom is too simple, but fortunately it's clean and there's no strange smell. Come, Oreki-kun, sit here."

Kikyo Satomi placed the stool in the bathroom directly under the shower and turned off the shower.

It might seem a bit cold to do this in this weather, but the lingering hot and humid air in the bathroom seemed to lock the temperature inside, not to mention that the hot-blooded young man and the soft and hot woman were making the bathroom continue to heat up.

"What is this for...?"

Oreki Gen was forced to sit down with his shoulders pressed down.

Now I feel a little ashamed and my legs close unconsciously.

It's like an inexperienced novice who appears in an irregular bathing center for the first time and can only let the mature technicians lead him into the new world.

Kikyo Satomi took down the shower head, ran the water, tested the temperature of the water with her hand, and then laughed softly behind Oreki Tsune.

“I didn’t do anything. I just helped Oreki-kun take a bath… Could it be that Oreki-kun wanted to do something else?”

"Ah... Of course not, I can take a bath by myself, there's no need to trouble Sister Kikyo."

Actually, what I want to say is that you'd better just help my buddy take a bath. No one will believe you if you say that!

And Kikyo Satomi had already started to direct the shower towards Oreki Tsune, starting with his waist, allowing his lower body to feel the warmth of the hot water and relax a little.

From here, from bottom to top, Oreki Tsune's entire body was soaked in the shower.

“It’s not a bother at all… Maybe Oreki-kun doesn’t know, but ever since I saw him, I’ve wanted to do countless things for him. Cooking is just the beginning, and there will be more to come. Is the water temperature right?”

It had already soaked through his back and his well-defined shoulders.

Although the boy looks thin, he actually has very manly shoulders, as if they are the last barrier if the sky collapses.

Such lines made Kikyo Rimi behind her swallow her saliva.

"It's quite suitable..."

“That’s fine, Oreki-kun, close your eyes. I need to wash your hair.”

"Oh..."

At this point, it seems a bit hypocritical to say anything else. If you can't resist, just enjoy it.

This is the law of lying flat.

Close your eyes and your mouth.

I felt the water slowly falling over my head, as if I had been enlightened.

And this woman seemed to really display a rare normality. She actually applied shampoo on her hair and massaged her head.

The technique was quite accurate, massaging my scalp with varying degrees of force.

Oreki Gen even suspected that this woman had some side job.

After washing away the foam on his hair, Oreki Xian's mind felt a little empty.

It’s true, if you just enjoy this kind of service, it’s really wonderful and you can’t think of any strange scenes.

If it were just that, it would definitely be a top-notch enjoyment.

Then he heard Kikyo Rimi's gentle voice behind his ear.

"Next is your back, Oreki-kun."

"...Sister Kikyo, please help me."

Oreki Gen was too lazy to be pretentious and just wanted to end it quickly.

Or maybe it was because this woman's care was so thoughtful that he was deeply immersed in it and was only concerned with enjoying himself, unable to think about anything else and no longer had any other concerns.

When the water once again soaked my back.

Oreki Gen slightly closed his eyes.

No wonder in the original world, northerners like to scrub their bodies so much.

It's really comfortable, but...

"boom."

It was a slight sound, like the collision of water.

But Oreki Gen's eyes suddenly widened.

Because he clearly felt that what was touching his back was definitely not a palm or something like that, nor was it a towel...the touch, the shape, the delicate sliding.

Masaka...

"Sister Kikyo, this is..."

Oreki Gen was about to say something.

But the next moment, her hand accurately covered her lips.

Then he heard the hot and humid breath coming from his ear.

It was her voice that seemed low, yet enchanting and charming.

“Don’t say anything. I’m very shy right now. Just enjoy yourself, Oreki-kun…”

Oreki Gen was indeed speechless.

He could only feel the wonderful touch coming from his back.

It's like sliding on soft jade.

Sometimes, the scenes you can't see are the most deadly. You can only imagine them in your mind, but you can feel them all very clearly.

Oreki Gen needed to exercise extreme restraint to prevent himself from making strange noises, but some instinctive reactions could no longer be concealed.

When it's time to be honest, there seems to be no way to lie.

The bodies trembled slightly under such service.

And Kikyo Satomi seemed very satisfied with the performance of Oreki String, which made a light and mellow sound.

“Very good… Oreki-kun is really good, so I’ll give him a little reward. Don’t refuse.”

"Eh? Wait, I...!"

Oreki Xian instantly raised his head, like a captured prey.

Of course, he was captured now.

This wonderful touch seemed irresistible at this moment, but Oreki Xian still tried his best to hold on.

But this process is like the torment of ice and fire.

The woman behind him was moving more and more vigorously, and seemed to be getting more and more exaggerated, and the veins on Oreki Ken's neck became more obvious.

I don’t know how long it took, but Oreki Gen did persist.