"Mei, Meiji, aren't you abroad?" Toru Watanabe's heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys were all trembling.

It's over, it's over, did it make her angry about going out to play? Or is there a camera in the haunted house?

"Come here." Miki Kujo's tone was three points colder.

Toru Watanabe had no choice but to walk over.

Miki Kujou pointed to the tatami mat in front of her, "Sit." ”

"Mei Ji, where am I wrong, you just say it, I will change it, I promise that there will be no next time."

Kujou Miki still pointed at the tatami mat and sneered and didn't speak.

Toru Watanabe was obediently sitting in front of her, and Miki Kujo suddenly raised her right foot and stepped on his face, which was easily caught by him.

"You'll be rewarded." Kujou Mihime's tone was not the slightest surprise when she said something of unknown significance.

Toru Watanabe looked at the leg wrapped in pantyhose in his hand, and he didn't know if the reward she was referring to the step just now, or the leg.

He glanced at Miki Kujo, the woman who seemed to be waiting for his reaction.

How can you admit defeat at this time!

Toru Watanabe stretched out his other hand and covered the nine Mihime's calves, and the smooth texture of the high-end pantyhose was immediately transmitted.

But his movements were not so much a bargain as a massage.

However, to what extent do you have to touch a girl's legs, which is the boundary between massage and cheapness?

"You had a great time today." Kujou Miki was still touching his calf, picked up a picture from the table, and placed it in front of Watanabe's mind.

Toru Watanabe had to lean back slightly to see what was in the photo.

Fortunately, it's not a haunted house and he hugged the photo of Rin Kiyono, otherwise it would be all over.

"I didn't sit with the girls." He looked at the snapshot of this roller coaster, "Meiji, you don't know, when I went out to play today, I specially called two boys, and I didn't take a photo with them, and I tried to keep my distance on the road, just ordinary socializing." ”

"Oh?"

"If you don't believe me, you can ask!"

"What about the haunted house?"

"What's wrong with ghosts, haunted houses?"

Kujou Mihime sneered and snorted, "The other girls' hands are very comfortable to hold, right?" ”

“......”

"How can I punish you?"

Kujou Mihime still had a smile on her face, but her eyes suddenly became gloomy, and Toru Watanabe felt a chill down her spine.

"That, Meiji, you're gone."

Kujou Mihime lowered her head, one of her feet was grabbed by Toru Watanabe's hand, and the hem of her skirt was naturally lifted to the corner.

She is wearing pantyhose today, and through the high-end black layer, you can faintly see the pure white fabric.

Kujou Meiji put her hand on the skirt and slowly lifted it: "What, do you want to see here?" ”

"It's, it's okay." Toru Watanabe subconsciously glanced at it, but immediately looked away.

It's instinct to look at the first glance, and it's quality not to look at the second glance!

"Yes." Kujou Miki said with a smile.

Then her face suddenly sank again: "If you didn't do anything wrong today." ”

As she spoke, she kicked her other foot as well, and was naturally caught by kickboxing master Toru Watanabe again.

The current posture is not good.

A girl in black pantyhose sits on the table, and her legs are grabbed by Toru Watanabe, who is sitting. The skirt did not disappoint Newtonian mechanics and slipped to the waist position.

His face was facing under the hem of his skirt.

The most terrifying thing is that Toru Watanabe found that Miki Kujou actually blushed a little.

Excited?

Turned out to be a pervert?

Making her feel comfortable was completely contrary to his purpose.

"I'm sorry." Toru Watanabe immediately let go of his hand and took the opportunity to stand up and take a few steps away from her.

Kujou Miki sneered, got up from the table, straightened her skirt, and walked towards the door: "Follow me." ”

"Where are you going?"

"Don't you want to meet your parents?"

"This ......"

Two minutes later, Toru Watanabe was running wild on Shinjuku Avenue, carrying a luxury car carrying Kujo Miki at a speed of 20 yards beside him.

Is this the punishment for not making her comfortable?

I only heard the wind whirring in my ears, and my feet had long since stopped listening.

The tips of the hair are gently swept by the summer evening breeze, and the fine sweat gradually collects into a plump droplet, which runs down the cheeks and neck.

Keep your eyes straight ahead, don't squint, breathe evenly, and run like this all the way to your destination.

Passers-by who came out to play at night cast their eyes on him.

Toru Watanabe's legs run very briskly, his thighs drive his lean calves, his toes poke out lightly to cushion it, and his back heels touch the ground, which is full of athletic beauty.

In addition, the person is too handsome, it is like the scene of a handsome guy chasing a car in a movie.

After running a few streets, Toru Watanabe couldn't hold on.

What even breathing, standard running posture, all through the deformation.

"Ha, ha-"

He stopped, his hands on his knees, gasping violently, his heart filled with teasing rage.

Just on the crowded Shinjuku Avenue, he opened his throat and yelled.

"Why! Why do I have to live like a strict wife!! ”

The people around him burst into laughter and pointed at him.

The trendy youth who played the guitar and sang on the roadside even improvised and hummed.

"The avenue of Shinjuku at night~,Handsome guys are running~,Why~~~Why~~~ It turned out that I was being trained by my girlfriend~~~"

Then came the ping-pong guitar storm.

The laughter was even louder.

Many girls were snickering with their mouths covered.

Inside the luxury car, in the dark light, Miki Kujou looked coldly at the smiling passers-by.

"Let him come up."

The car came to a steady stop beside Toru Watanabe, and the door slowly opened.

Toru Watanabe eased his breathing before slowly straightening up and sitting in the car.

Then, the black car disappeared into the bustling Shinjuku Avenue like a black shadow.

Miki Kujo left the center armrest and leaned against the left door, face to face with Toru Watanabe gasping for breath.

"Forget it this time, if there's a next time, I'll let you run naked."

"No, ha, no." Toru Watanabe gasped and shook his head, "Never going to a haunted house again." ”

"I mean, you dare to say things like 'strict wife' on the street again."

"Don't you tell the truth?"

"Nope." Kujou Mihime denied with a gloomy face.

Despite this, Toru Watanabe always had an instinct that she wouldn't really be angry when she said it, but with the principle that if you don't do it, you won't be wrong, so 'strict wife' is still a forbidden word.

Although he is getting better and better, running naked on Shinjuku Avenue is not the purpose of his fitness.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped at the entrance of a courtyard full of antiquity, like the general's mansion in the Great River Drama.

Toru Watanabe got out of the car and looked left and right from the gate, and even if he tried his best to look from afar, he couldn't see the second house.

How many bad things do you have to do to have such a large land in the heart of Tokyo?

Toru Watanabe followed Miki Kujo in, walked through a courtyard larger than the Kamigawa High School baseball field, and finally arrived at the entrance.

"Miss." A woman in a kimono bows down.

"Take him to the shower." Kujou Mihime pointed at Toru Watanabe and said to the man.

"Yes."

"By the way, use the bathroom in my room."

The woman in the kimono half-raised her head in some surprise, and quickly lowered her head: "Yes." ”

"Young Master, please follow me."

Toru Watanabe followed the kimono woman around and into a delicate Japanese-style room full of femininity.

The woman led him deeper into the room, to a bath that was overflowing with water.

"Young master, this is the hot spring water that is introduced, you can shower here."

"Thank you."

"I'll go get you clothes, now you can shower."

"Okay, thank you."

The other party's demeanor was too respectful and humble, and Watanabe Toru subconsciously bowed in return.

After the kimono woman went out, Toru Watanabe looked at the flowing hot spring bath and criticized the evil capitalism in his heart, then took off his clothes, first took a shower to sweat today, and then sat down in the hot spring.

It seems that considering that it will be very hot in the summer, the indoor temperature is kept not cold and the hot spring is very comfortable.

Toru Watanabe groaned in comfort.

Today, whether it is a bus, a haunted house roller coaster, or a wild run at night, he is very tired.

Why don't you just get some sleep?

When he saw his parents or something, he didn't do it.