Faced with the blackened heroine, they actually stopped time

“Wow…it smells so delicious, and it’s so beautifully cooked…Oreki-kun’s cooking skills are not bad at all.”

Oreki Gen smiled ashamedly.

"It's okay. I just make something when I don't feel like eating takeout. It's not too complicated."

Said so modestly.

But inside I was screaming.

Just eat this egg fried rice without saying a word!

Special chef Oreki Subaru is here!

Kikyo Satomi has already started tasting it.

The moment she ate it, her eyes widened instantly, as if a switch was turned on, and her whole face turned red instantly.

She looked at Oreki Gen in disbelief but said nothing.

Instead, he continued to eat the fried rice with a spoon, bite by bite, as if he couldn't stop at all.

This state...is like being addicted.

He didn't even bother to say anything to Zhe Muxian. It seemed that he couldn't stop eating at this moment so that he wouldn't miss any of the delicious food.

Oreki Gen could only bring a glass of water, place it next to the other person's hand and said with a smile.

"Don't worry, no one is going to snatch it from you. There are still some ingredients left, and if it's not enough, you can stir-fry a small portion."

"Fat Dang."

When the spoon was put down, the entire plate was empty.

To be fair, the amount prepared by Oreki Gen was not small, but the other party ate it all up.

Sure enough, when women say they can only eat a little, most of the time they are just pretending. Their actual appetite is always exaggerated.

"Wow... I feel like I want to eat another plate, but I really can't eat anymore."

Kikyo Rimi leaned in the chair, looking a little weak and limp, her eyes were tender, her cheeks were rosy, and she seemed to be rubbing her belly.

It didn't look like he had just finished a meal, but rather like he had just experienced a fierce battle.

If he looked at Oreki Xian for one more second, he would stand up on the spot.

He quickly turned his gaze to the other person's face and said with a smile.

"Drink some water first... Don't worry, if Kikyo-sister likes it, I can make it for you in the future."

Kikyo Satomi's eyes fell on the boy's face.

A familiar look appeared in her eyes, that kind of greed, that kind of desire, that kind of intense fanaticism and possessiveness.

“This is truly the most delicious egg fried rice I’ve ever had in my life, no compliments at all… Oreki-kun, you are truly a treasure. Do you know that if this continues, I will become more and more reluctant to share you? I would think… Why can’t a boy like him belong to me alone?”

Oreki Gen was stunned.

How long have you just finished eating? You're already sick now?

No, I said that my skills as a master chef would only have positive effects on people. This is not a positive effect at all!

Oreki Gen immediately answered with caution.

"You don't have to think like that... Sometimes, good things need to be shared, right?"

And Kikyo Rimi just took a sip of water and then put the cup on the table.

Then she stood up quickly.

Before Oreki Gen was ready to escape immediately, she sat on Oreki Gen's legs, and the two of them sat stacked on this ordinary chair.

The other person's soft buttocks and hot body were close to him again.

The boy remembered a famous old saying.

When you are well fed and warm, you will think about... that kind of desire.

So it’s really not a lie, right?

But isn't this too fast? How long has it been since I went to the bathroom? How come there is no CD at all? My own rebound has a CD of five days!

And looking down from above, Kikyo Satomi had already reached out and stroked the boy's cheek.

At the same time, her waist began to sway gently.

The stimulating friction immediately excited Oreki Xian's nerves.

Although there was no frankness between them, the contact under such circumstances seemed to bring about a completely unexpected new experience.

She looked down at Oreki Genre.

“I still feel thirsty. What should I do, Oreki-kun?”

Oreki Ken's Adam's apple slid involuntarily.

He looked into the other person's fiery eyes with difficulty.

"Then...drink some more water."

She smiled and gently stroked the corner of Oreki's mouth with her fingers.

"This water is useless...I need something else."

"what?"

"Oreki-kun's... saliva."

“Ah? Ugh!!”

He was blocked before he was allowed to say more than two words.

The chairs made slight shaking and creaking sounds.

It seems like it will collapse and break at any time.

But at this moment, no one seemed to care about it. The clean plate, as if nothing had been put on it, was on the table.

The light, so bright that it was somewhat glaring, enveloped the fair and delicate skin.

Oreki Gen felt like he was playing golf on a sunny lawn.

Enjoying the softness of the grass.

Feel the charm of the sunshine.

Even the wind that blew seemed to carry a faint scent of milk.

and then?

Then of course, raise the club, standard posture, and play to your heart's content.

Hole in one.

52: Read the wrong file?

Some waves never see a coastline in their lifetime.

Naturally, some people go through life without ever experiencing the peak of true pleasure.

Of course, it's not just men who are talking about this, it's more likely women too.

Just like the mature woman who is already limp and powerless at this moment.

It is hard for Kikyo Satomi to imagine that there is such a thing in the world that seems to never get boring and seems to make people unable to stop wanting to continue forever.

Is it that this young man is magical, or is it that this matter itself is too magical, so magical that... I cannot refuse, nor do I want to refuse, and I even want to immerse myself in this unique and even supreme experience all the time.

It seems more exciting than riding a roller coaster.

It's like an addiction to drugs.

You are immersed in it and can no longer think about other trivial things.

For example, the work in the company, the annoying colleagues, the intrigue in the office, and also... the emptiness of having no answers in the long journey of life.

All can be dissipated.

Everything can become unimportant at a moment like this.

Kikyo Rimi didn't know how many times she had come, but in short, each time was crazier and more hysterical than the last.

This small room seems to be able to carry the happiness of the whole world.

It seemed as if she was willing to die right there and then in the arms of this young man.

It may sound a bit exaggerated, and perhaps it is indeed exaggerated, but it must be said that at certain moments, she can indeed achieve such selflessness.

Feel the youth's strength.

Feel his bravery.

You can also feel his gentleness and delicacy that occasionally leaks out between the storms.

You understand so well and are so good at it.

He knows exactly how to grasp all the emotions of a woman at this moment, and even makes her willing to cooperate with him in any way, as if he can do it to any extent.

It seems that in this world with only two people, only insolence and recklessness remain. All the secularity, rules, and moral bottom line have disappeared and turned into nothingness.

Perhaps only at times like this can men and women feel that the world is free.

And they can also be completely free.

As for Oreki String's feelings...

At the beginning, it was a torture to face the temptation of this woman and her various charms.

Then it gradually gets better and better, and becomes more and more intense, becoming an ultimate enjoyment.

Even if it's sweaty.

Even my breathing seemed rapid as if I had finished a 10,000-meter marathon.

But it seems like there is no way to stop, there is no end.

I don’t know how many postures I have tried, and I don’t know how many places I have changed to.

There seemed to be no room for innocence in the entire room.

Whether it's on a chair, on the dining table, or in front of the only mirror in the room.

It seems that they all leave traces of the battlefield.

To be fair, Oreki Gen doesn't think he is a particularly perverted person. At least he is quite restrained most of the time, and he is polite and has a moral bottom line.

But when something like this happens, I don't know whether it is affected by the so-called "desire value" or the extreme temptation brought by these women themselves.

Some things just can't be controlled and become more and more excessive.

As if this approach is not enough, a more drastic approach is needed to solve the problem.

Is the problem solved?

Now it seems the problem is solved.

When the woman's soft and fragrant body nestled in her quilt after regaining consciousness, the coolness of autumn seemed to turn into the warmth of spring.

My own quilt finally lost all the smell that belonged to me.

The sweating and hysteria just now seemed to have become an illusion. Now the silence in the room seemed to tell the two that everything that happened just now was a dream.

But is it really a dream?

Whether it was the state of one's own body or the aftertaste of peace that came with such an incident, the answer was clear.

"happy?"

She held the boy's arm. Her figure was not visible at this time because she had put on clothes after taking a shower.

Lightweight, soft nightgown.

In fact, Oreki Gen would rather the other person wear nothing. It’s not that his desire is so strong, but such clothes, rubbing against his arms slightly, make the feeling more tempting.

It was already late at night, and Oreki Gen didn't want to develop a situation where he would party every night.