Tokyo: Starting from the Miko Sister

Page 172

He was speechless.

you have a problem!

The two soon came to a rather secluded grove.

Haruhiko looked around, but there was no third person.

"Can you tell me now?"

He turned around and saw Hoshino Hotaru and asked.

Hoshino Hotaru nodded, reached out her hand, pinched the red hem of the shrine maiden's costume, revealing the white scenery.

Haruhiko's pupils contracted violently.

Cute and familiar.

He remembered that it was a picture that Hoshino Hotaru had posted before.

She even said she would wear it for him to see when the time comes.

I didn't expect it to be such an explosive operation.

At this moment, Hoshino Hotaru sat on a stone bench by the roadside, stuffed the warm thing into his hand, and replaced it with a new one.

Haruhiko was stunned. The direction of events was beyond his imagination.

“Which one looks good?”

Hoshino Hotaru took out her cell phone and typed.

"They all look...good."

It took Haruhiko a while to come back to his senses. His mind was in a mess and he subconsciously gave a universal answer.

Hoshino Hotaru was not angry. She nodded. Although there was no expression on her face, she was quite happy in her heart.

"Give this back to you."

Haruhiko recalled that he was holding a piece of underwear in his hand, so he spoke quickly.

Hoshino Hotaru took it and put it in his schoolbag.

"...?"

Haruhiko's face was full of question marks.

I'm a serious teenager!

Not a pervert!

Hoshino Hotaru didn't say anything else. She reached out, grabbed Haruhiko's shoulders, and made him sit on the stone chair.

She turned around and sat down as well, but on his thighs.

Nephrite is in my arms.

Haruhiko subconsciously hugged her waist.

All of Hoshino Hotaru's black hair fell apart.

Many of them brushed his face.

Suddenly a faint fragrance filled the air.

Hoshino Hotaru moved her butt, leaned her back against his arms, and rested her head on his shoulder.

She stretched out her legs, her little feet wrapped in white socks, on the other side of the stone chair.

Haruhiko fell silent.

Don't know what to say.

And even after saying it, I got no response.

Just then, Hotaru Hoshino grabbed his right hand and placed it on her tight calf.

Haruhiko pinched it subconsciously.

Soft yet powerful.

He could imagine the girl exercising regularly.

Hoshino Hotaru suddenly stood on tiptoe, hugged his neck with both hands, raised her head slightly, and blocked Haruhiko's mouth.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Hoshino Hotaru was breathing lightly, but there was no change on her expression.

Haruhiko wondered if she had facial paralysis.

But this is impossible.

With the means of a psychic, facial paralysis is not a terminal illness.

Hoshino Hotaru took out her cell phone and checked the time. It was still early.

So she lay in his arms without moving.

Haruhiko sighed to himself and could only hug her.

At the same time, his right hand gently massaged her legs.

"I am leaving."

I don’t know how long it took, but Hoshino Hotaru took out his cell phone and typed.

"Ah."

Haruhiko responded.

Hoshino Hotaru put away her phone and moved away from him.

She put on her shoes, adjusted her shrine maiden costume, and then turned and left.

Haruhiko withdrew his gaze.

He carried his schoolbag and headed for the Worry-Free Garden.

At least one hour of study was delayed by Hotaru Hoshino.

It turns out that beautiful girls are the cause of trouble.

"Good afternoon, Junior Brother."

Haruhiko opened the door and saw Kaoru Aizawa.

She was sitting on the sofa, wearing the same suit jacket as Tsuchimikado Mari.

Her legs were together and slightly tilted, and her stockings were tight and shiny with oil.

"teacher."

Haruhiko greeted Chiyome, who was wearing pajamas, first, and then Aizawa Kaoru, "Senior Sister."

Just then, the sound of the bathroom door opening was heard.

A young woman wrapped in a bath towel came out.

She looks quite similar to Kaoru Aizawa, but she is younger.

"Who is this handsome little brother?"

She asked with a generous and enthusiastic smile.

"This is my daughter, Aizawa Aya."

Aizawa Kaoru said with interest, "He is my junior fellow apprentice, Haruhiko. Logically, you should call him uncle."

"uncle?"

Aizawa Ling was stunned for a moment and said, "Mom, you are really something. Don't you feel uncomfortable when others are called uncle when they are so young?"

"What do you want to be called?"

Aizawa Kaoru raised his eyebrows, looking like he was enjoying the fun.

"Of course I call you brother."

Aizawa Aya said as a matter of course.

She walked up and patted Haruhiko on the shoulder, acting like a big sister.

As she moved, the white bath towel rose and fell, neither sliding nor sliding, and got stuck there.

"Hey, you want to take advantage of me?"

Kaoru Aizawa said immediately with dissatisfaction.

"fine."

Aizawa Ling waved her hand indifferently and said, "Let's talk about our own affairs. He and I are siblings, and you and him are senior and junior siblings."

Kaoru Aizawa was stunned for a moment, then smiled helplessly.

"What do you think?"

Aizawa Aya looked at Haruhiko again.

"I'm OK."

Haruhiko nodded.

Mainly being called uncle, he always has not-so-nice associations.

After all, in the previous life, these two words have a story.

"That's it."

Aizawa Aya turned and walked into the room, saying, "I'm going to change my clothes."

"Forget it, don't worry about her."

Aizawa Kaoru shook his head and said, "That's just her personality."

"pretty good."