Faced with the blackened heroine, they actually stopped time

But he really dared.

She felt that she should not be afraid. He was just a teenager. What could he do to her? Sooner or later, she would be able to take the initiative back and teach this teenager a lesson.

But I didn't expect that I would be completely unable to control my instincts!

Greedily seeking his taste, even enjoying his kiss.

Damn...how could it be so weird!

This feeling was unprecedented. Compared to the pleasure I got from tormenting his body, it was double! It was super double!

My whole body is hot and my legs are weak.

It seemed as if he couldn't remember anything, and he was even so weak that he needed the other person's hug to support him so as not to slide down the wall.

She didn't know how to describe her feelings at this moment. It was as if... her previous life habits, her psychological advantages, and her noble and proud attitude were all destroyed in this instant.

I am not a goddess who is high above everyone else, nor am I a noble princess who is above everyone else.

It was like a temple that had been destroyed and turned into ruins.

Under the wanton attacks and aggression of this young man, she seemed to have lost all her pride.

Completely transformed into an ordinary person.

Oreki Gen didn't let go, as if he was still enjoying the delicious sweetness of the arrogant girl in his arms.

The softness of her body, the enchanting scent of her.

He even seemed to be smiling smugly.

"Sakuraba-san, you don't seem that great. Is that all?"

fling in teeth.

Direct ridicule.

Laugh at this girl's cowardice.

It's been so hard, but it turns out it becomes soft when touched.

It looks so difficult to deal with, but in fact it is as fragile as a sponge.

How could Sakuraba Mitsuki tolerate being looked down upon by others, let alone by this boy whom she regarded as her personal toy?

She raised her head, her eyes seemed to have renewed her fighting spirit. Oreki Gen seemed to have noticed something and seemed to want to let go of her hand.

The other party just stretched out his hands...

"boom."

The two people fell on the tatami in the studio.

It wasn't very hard, and Oreki Gen didn't feel any pain, but at this time the girl was already riding on him. The last scene that could be seen was that the girl held her cheeks and lowered her head.

"Woo!"

The lips and teeth of both parties quickly met together.

It's like two streams finally meet at a corner.

They surged together and merged into an inseparable and spacious river.

The angrier Sakuraba Mizuki is, the crazier and more savage her kiss becomes. How can I describe this feeling?

It was just like a team battle in a game, where neither side moved and just madly threw skills at the enemy.

The madness was almost unprecedented, as if it had become a huge whirlpool itself.

A swamp, or quicksand.

He wanted urgently to sweep this young man into this endless vortex of desire.

Her hands were randomly touching Oreki Gen's face and body. The boy was already naked, and there was nothing to block his touch.

And Oreki Gen didn't seem to be idle either. He put his hands on the other's waist and back, gently stroking her, continuing to offend the girl.

It seemed to pass through her whole body.

The waist is very delicate, the legs are warm and soft, and the back is even more curvy...

It seemed as if everything was sinking, and both sides were like children who knew nothing but began to try to touch taboos.

An endless exploration of new and strange sensations.

And Sakuraba Mitsuki obviously also felt the changes in Oreki Gen's body.

Oreki Gen seemed to be still immersed in the girl's sweet kiss, and had no idea that the other party was about to do something too outrageous and unbelievable.

When he felt the sudden tightness, it seemed to be too late. He widened his eyes and with some effort he broke away from the invasion of the other person's lips. His own mouth seemed to be a little swollen.

He lowered his head slightly and saw the other person's arm.

There was also a girl standing nearby with a flushed face, and there was a cunning and complacent look in her eyes.

"what are you doing?"

Seeing that the young man seemed a little afraid at this moment, Sakuraba Mitsuki was convinced that he had done the right thing.

There was no way he would just give up like that, he couldn't give up the initiative, and he certainly wouldn't admit that he had once enjoyed the offense from this young man.

So she had to get back her position, and she had to figure out how to get it back and take back the initiative.

A radical idea seemed to form in her mind.

Right now, that's it.

The girl looked down at Oreki Gen who was lying on the ground, and saw a hint of fear on his handsome face.

She curled her lips and started to work.

"Isn't it obvious? Oreki Gen... do you really think it's so easy to take advantage of me?"

Feeling the strange touch, the boy's expression seemed to begin to struggle. He narrowed his eyes slightly and revealed an embarrassed expression.

"You were the one who went too far first, weren't you?!"

He seemed very angry.

And Sakuraba Mitsuki wanted to see this kind of expression, to see the other party get furious, to see him helpless and unable to resist because she had the upper hand over him.

Her mood became moist, her eyes began to moisten, but her expression was one of enjoyment, even fanaticism.

The palms began to exert force, and so did the arms, quickly and decisively.

She didn't even realize that she was the one who was deeply trapped in it.

She just enjoyed it more and more, and became more crazy, as she watched Oreki Gen's increasingly embarrassed and uncontrollable expression.

"So what if I went too far? Just because I can cross the line, does that mean you can cross the line too?"

"Why should I allow only you...Don't, don't go on!"

"I'm going to continue. Why? Is it enough that I'm Sakuraba Mitsuki? Don't resist. Look at your disgusting and obscene expression, Oreki Gen..."

"Don't, don't do this! If you continue like this you'll... be doomed!"

Sakuraba Mitsuki almost laughed. Although beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, her heart was so surging at this moment.

It's simply a top-notch sports car with a roaring engine.

Once you get on the track, there's no intention of stopping.

Looking at the other person's increasingly distorted expression, he even closed his eyes.

She was going absolutely crazy.

"You are just my toy, how dare you do that to me..."

"It feels good, right? You're saying don't want to go on, but you're actually wanting me to go on, right?"

"It's okay, I'll satisfy you this time."

"This is my mercy to a lowly commoner like you, a gift to a cute toy. Just enjoy it. Why are you showing such an embarrassing expression? Can you bear it? Can you really control yourself?"

"No, you can't do anything. You are my toy, my plaything. This is your destiny and your glory...!"

"puff!!"

I feel a little dizzy.

The young man, who looked pitiful, finally breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.

what...

It's finally over.

However, Sakuraba Mitsuki's expression was a little dazed.

She blinked.

My entire arm...seems to be contaminated.

Even...something splashed on his face.

Is it an illusion?

She reached out her hand...and touched her face.

It was an unforgettable touch...and it was unprecedented.

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61: Basic Etiquette

By the time the mess in the room was cleaned up, it was already quite late.

After all, the scene was quite chaotic, or rather, quite chaotic.

The two people who broke free from desire and extinguished the flames actually seemed to realize belatedly how outrageous what had just happened was.

Because they are not an intimate couple, on the contrary, the situation is a little distorted and not acceptable under normal circumstances.

But it seems strange things happen to strange people.

Oreki Gen put on his clothes.

The breath has gradually become even, and during this time, Sakuraba Mitsuki left the studio for a while, but he did not intend to let Oreki Gen leave.

When the girl came back, she seemed a little more normal.

Cold face, noble temperament.

It seemed as if nothing had changed, as if he had never been offended.

Was what happened at that time considered blasphemy? It was hard to say, after all, both parties seemed to be on the verge of a collapse of desire, which was already a completely abnormal state.

"It should be okay, right?"

Oreki Gen watched the other person sit down behind the easel again and asked.

Sakuraba Jianyue raised his head and glanced at the young man.

“I haven’t finished yet.”

"Then what were you doing just now?"

"Don't you know what I'm doing?"

Sakuraba Mitsuki's rhetorical question instantly left everyone speechless.

It seems clear enough, in short, it's not painting.

Oreki Gen could only say this with a hint of helplessness.

"So why do we have to do something like this and delay our work?"

Sakuraba Jianyue looked up proudly.

"What I want to do is work, and don't take advantage of me. Do you really think I'm a fool? No matter how much you resist, aren't you enjoying it?"

Sakuraba Mitsuki is certainly not a fool.