Yesterday I kissed the girl.,I'm a little embarrassed to face it.。

But after a moment's pause, he pushed the door open and entered.

The girl was still in that seat, eating her lunch by herself, and Fujiwara suke walked up to her, never looking at him, as if no one had come in.

Standing in front of the girl, keeping a distance not far away, not close, and silent for a while.

I was hated.

This is as it should be, after all, he also treated the girl a little too much yesterday, albeit in rebellion against power.

"Yesterday."

Fujiwara suke clasped his hands in front of him and fiddled with his thumbs.

In this atmosphere, it is only right that the party at fault should be the first to speak.

"Yesterday, I didn't expect to be defeated by the Slave King."

The girl put the remaining half of the green pepper sushi on the chopsticks back into the bento, and finally stopped his speech by briefly focusing on him.

The tone and expression were flat, and it was impossible to tell whether he was angry or not.

But the creature of girls is extremely complex, and appearances can never tell the whole story.

"I'm sorry, I was carried away by the desire to win and lose for a while yesterday, so I did this kind of thing."

Fujiwara's gaze was lowered, looking at the ground in front of him.

In the case of poor thoughts, the pair of thumbs that were rounded along the height of his school uniform seemed to have inertia, and they turned independently.

"What do you want to say?"

The girl put down her chopsticks, held her hand on the outer edge of the bento, raised her head slightly lowered, and focused her eyes on Fujiwarasuke's body in front of her, and her soft hair on both sides swayed back, and finally got serious.

"I, strong kiss, you, sorry!"

Fujiwara bowed deeply.

It took him a second to lift his upper body again.

The girl's face turned from the initial blandness to a staring stare containing three points of anger and seven points of doubt.

"I was successfully resisted by the weak slave king, and I should be punished a little."

Without waiting for Fujiwara to reply, the girl picked up the chopsticks again, but after hovering for a moment, she put them down again, looked at him, and changed her face to a playful smile: "By the way, do you still like the toy you gave to the slave yesterday?" “

"Play? Toy? “

Fujiwara hasn't had time to start with "So easily forgiven?" Walking out of the shock, I encountered another greater doubt.

If he remembered correctly, there should have been nothing else in the stockings that the girl gave him yesterday, or maybe he hadn't taken anything she had left on the stairs?

"You mean stockings?"

Fujiwara suke said as he recalled the temptation.

"It is also the master's duty to meet the physical needs of the puppy slave, although he is a bad slave who likes to rebel against his master."

"Raw, physiological?"

Fujiwara, who is not simply an ignorant teenager, understands at once, and feels that the blood flow rate in his body has also accelerated.

"How can you use it?"

In order to prove his innocence, Fujiwara suke took out the stockings in his right pocket, a scattered black irregular sphere, still as fresh and fluffy as when he first picked it up yesterday, and dry.

"Allah, that's really too cautious, I thought the slave king would use it when he came home yesterday."

The girl raised her free left hand and placed her index finger on her chin in thought.

"It seems that the question was asked too early, if only a few days later, it would be nice to make the slave king feel that he is at risk."

"What do you mean by caution and too early? I won't use it today, including in the future. “

Fujiwara subconsciously wanted to throw away the stockings that symbolized shame on his hand, but as soon as his hand was stretched out, he noticed the cold gaze of the girl in front of him.

The coldness transmitted from his kidneys to his whole body made his hands subconsciously retract.

But the girl's cold gaze still did not disperse.

"I'll treat it like a treasure."

Fujiwara suke put the stocking he was holding in his right hand and rubbed it on his right cheek.

The material of these stockings is not bad, and Fujiwara can feel the soft touch on his cheeks, and of course, a little fragrant.

Seeing him like this, the girl refocused on the lunch box in front of her, picked up the chopsticks again and slowly picked up the vegetables and ate them.

"If it's okay, I'll leave today?"

Fujiwara pointed sideways at the fire door behind him.

I've apologized, and I've done it to show weakness and curry favor, and I'm afraid that staying here here will give birth to some superfluous things.

"Hmm."

The girl's chopsticks were still moving, and she only nodded slightly.

"I won't have to come to the rooftop again tomorrow."

After Fujiwara opened the fire door, the voice of a girl came from behind him again.

"Huh?"

Fujiwara turned his head.

"I'll be waiting for you in the sports equipment storage room."

"Clams?"

Sitting by the window, the breeze blowing from the window gently stirring the messy hair on the top of Fujiwara's head, surrounded by the last noisy students before class, he couldn't remember how he got off the rooftop.

Sports equipment storage room.

It is a place where the sweat and youthful enthusiasm of the students are stored, and there is a hurdle for obstacle running. The basketball and football volleyball used in the game, of course, there is the most volumetric protective pad, which is the most trusted warm support for students in the struggle.

At the same time, it is also a place of forbidden sin.

It is common in anime, where high school teenagers and men in the curious period exchange each other to learn more about each other's physical information.

Nine Sky Shake Love changed the meeting place tomorrow to that place,

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