Although Yoshino was crazy about indulging with Ryoko Hirosue during these three nights, the taste of *** was so unbearable that both Yoshino and Hirosue were still as fresh as the first time, so full of impulses and passions. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info they have been coiled together for a long time, changing tangled postures, so that the body and mind are immersed in the pleasure of sex and love.

"Maybe that's love?" Yoshino's mind suddenly flashed with such a thought, and even he felt strange. But the instinct to make love was so strong that he didn't have time to think about it at all. It was at this time that Ryoko Hirosue offered her sweet kiss again, her snake-like tongue exploring Yoshino's mouth, and her equally dexterous hands caressing Yoshino's body. She was intoxicated by the sheer pleasure that came from his muscular body and the depths of his body.

Hirosue's pleasure was further extended when Yoshino was given a new form - a newly learned stance that could give every woman an instinctive madness, and the Hirosue Ryoko reveled in it, screaming with pleasure one after another.

Yoshino frowned, suspecting that if the men who were watching their gendarmerie in the street hadn't dozed off at this time, they might have recorded this high-frequency sound wave coming from Hirosue's bedroom—Hirosue's bed* was so sharp that it pierced the walls of these poorly insulated conjoined cottages built by Japanese builders in the early years.

But this only distracted Yoshino for a second, and the next second his hands lingered on Hirosue's body, and he continued to smear his saliva on Hirosue's smooth back and shoulder blades. He even stretched his head under Ryoko Hirosue's armpit and grabbed her with a difficult "looking back at the moon" and omitted a few words from her.

Ryoko Hirosue smiled coquettishly and hugged her pillow tightly with both hands.

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The night is deeper, and Shanghai is silent in the dark, only the endless spring rain ticks on the eaves. Occasionally, a gust of evening breeze blows, and the plane trees on the street stretch their branches and leaves, dripping with crystal droplets.

Ryoko Hirosue was already asleep in Yoshino's arms - any woman would have fallen asleep after such a quality of sex.

However, the man may not be, and despite the long battle, Yoshino still did not feel a little sleepy—although he also breathed evenly, pretending to be asleep.

When he confirmed that Ryoko Hirosue was asleep in his arms, he pulled his arm out from under Ryoko Hirosue's neck, and then stopped moving, patiently observing Hirosue's reaction. Hirosue's only reaction was that there was no reaction, she still slept very hard, her not plump breasts rhythmically bowed together, and the corners of her mouth hung with a sweet smile.

Yoshino waited a little longer, and even in the darkness he could see Ryoko Hirosue's expression, and after making sure that she was still in a dream, he quietly slipped out of the bed, tucked the quilt, put on his clothes, pulled out a pocket flashlight, turned it on, and searched around the room.

As a veteran agent trained in searching, Yoshino certainly knows what he's looking for and where to hide. Moreover, he has been familiar with the layout of Hirosue's house for two days, and he has also thought carefully about his search route when he was "fishing" in Agabundingji during the day today, so Yoshino went straight to the subject and "swept" in Hirosue Ryoko's bedroom as soon as he came up.

Sweeping, naturally, is the strength of the Imperial Japanese Army, and Yoshino, as the elite of the Great Japanese Army, is even more proficient in this. He first searched carefully for the fireplace of Hirosue's house - he had long suspected that the fireplace might be hiding some secrets, but he was disappointed, the whole fireplace was in order, not to mention any hidden mezzanine, not even a hidden hole.

After hitting a wall in the fireplace, Yoshino began to search the cabinet where Matsuo's statue was kept, and he inspected it so thoroughly that he did not even spare the frame of the statue of Nakasa's statue by Matsuo, Yoshiko Hirosue's deceased husband. But once again, he was disappointed, and this time he still didn't get anything.

"This woman is pretty good at hiding things!" Yoshino muttered in her stomach, "Where did she hide her codebook or secret writing potions?" Yoshino glanced at Ryoko Hirosue, who was asleep, and looked around the bedroom again, thinking to himself, "If she is really a Russian spy but can't find a codebook or a secret potion or other spy tools, it only means that maybe she is a radio stationer." Maybe there's something in that radio? Thinking about it, Yoshino paced up to the radio and began to fiddle with the large radio produced by the Japanese electric company NEC, which was not yet developed in those days, and the size of the radio was generally huge, just enough to be used to disguise it as an equally large transmitter.

As an agent, Yoshino knew a bit about electrical doorways, and could at least tell the difference between a radio and a transmitter disguised as a radio. So he put the flashlight in his mouth and unscrewed the screws on the back cover of the radio with his bare hands. He was pleasantly surprised to find that the back cover of the radio was clean without a trace of dust - either because Yoshiko Hirosue was very fond of cleaning and wiping the radio all day long, or because the back cover was often opened - Yoshino preferred the latter speculation, because it could only mean that it was a transmitter disguised as a radio.

But in the end, Yoshino had to be disappointed. This is a real radio, with a completely different structure than a transmitter. He reinstalled the back cover of the radio in frustration, while wondering if he had made a mistake in judgment this time: "Could it be that the person who is following the people of the special high school is really me and not Ryoko Hirosue?" ”

He went through his judgment again in his mind: "Impossible, my judgment is not wrong, the Soviet and Russian team of the special high class should indeed be staring at her and not me!" Yoshino nodded firmly, and looked around Hirosue's bedroom again, "Since the radio station hasn't been found so far, it means that she is probably not a radio stationer, so let me continue to look for espionage tools such as codebooks or cipher potions." In fact, Yoshino didn't want Yoshiko Hirosue to be just a radio station guy with little oil and water, he wanted to meet a real spy who made it his mission to steal information. In this way, not only can he obtain a lot of information, but also increase his status in the eyes of General Qingqi.

Why not do a good deed with one stone?