Chapter 67: Risha's Style

It's so beautiful~

Shimatani whispered in her ear.

Risa Nagase leaned softly on Shimatanigawa's body, listening to the intoxicating words that came out of his mouth, not knowing whether to refuse or liking this feeling in her heart, she could only be silent.

It's just that when the first shirt button was unbuttoned, she suddenly came to her senses and was a little panicked.

"Don't!"

She raised a pair of plain hands, supported Shimatanigawa's chest and got up, leaving only a wisp of incense.

This self-control is so much stronger than someone's!

However, there is a saying that is called eating the marrow into the taste

The state of Risha snuggling in his arms just now brought him great spiritual satisfaction and a sense of accomplishment.

"Don't get me wrong, Risha. I just wanted to experience what it's like to hug my girlfriend and chat together. Shimatani said cheekily.

"The head teacher is so naughty." Risa shook her beautiful eyes and walked around his office chair to fill the tea.

The bright office and the green flowers in front of the window make the space vibrant.

On the tabletop, the tea is fragrant and steaming.

Shimatanigawa looked at the beautiful woman who bent down to pour tea, and the V-neck shirt revealed a large area of white greasy tender flesh, as well as deep furrows.

I don't know if intentionally or not, when she bends down to pour tea, she will lean forward slightly because the burden on her chest is too heavy, and the skirt behind her will be rolled up a little.

Shimatanigawa's anger surged up and he walked over.

He wrapped his arms around Risa's waist from behind, pressing her against the desk with the weight of his body.

"Huh? Section Chief? ”

Risa Nagase was stunned, and some couldn't react.

When she wanted to stand up, she couldn't do it at all, and she couldn't move even if she tried all her strength.

She turned her head slightly, her eyes fell on Shimatanigawa's playful smiling face, and she suddenly realized a ridiculous idea in her heart.

"Now, if the head of the class really does something to me, I can't seem to do anything but lie flat......

And although he has the initiative, Shimatanigawa's hand is not pinched, but he just understands her deep concealment.

With a plump figure, wearing a professional tight skirt and black pantyhose, her whole person reveals a workplace ability and the temperament of a good wife and mother who cannot be concealed.

"Don't~, don't touch it." Risa grabbed his groping hand.

However, Shimatanigawa's hand slipped onto her round ass again, and the pantyhose tightly wrapped around her buttocks, playfully cocked under her skirt.

Risa was turned, but still struggling.

She was almost lying on the table.

"Section leader, you promised not to force me." Risa complained shyly.

"Risha, I promise!" Desire is like a tiger that has come out of the gate, and there is no way to easily lock it back.

"No, no." Risa Nagase bit her lip and shook her head.

There are two if there is one, and she knows this very well.

It's just that she turned her head slightly and looked at the man behind her who grabbed her wrist, and she could feel that this man had a steady stream of surging masculinity.

She suddenly realized a ridiculous idea in her heart.

Now she is a lamb to the slaughter, and she can only let the teacher come as he wants, and she seems to be unable to do anything but lie down

Moreover, she knows that this posture is what the class master thinks.

Thinking of this, her foxy cheeks were almost ruddy, her beautiful eyes were full of spring, and her rosy red lips couldn't be suppressed

And at this time, Shimatani Kawa was also looking at the rouge horse in front of him, and it was very difficult for him to tame it through brutal means.

So, he sorted out the language and said seriously: "Lisha, the family has family rules, and the club has the rules of the club." I thought about it carefully, and now we are in a normal relationship, and we are both adults, so couples should also make rules with each other, after all, it is inevitable to do something to understand each other's feelings in the future."

Risa looked visibly embarrassed, knowing that the head of the school had always wanted her.

But the easier it is to get something, the less men will cherish it, and she understands this truth better than anyone else.

Once the young and vigorous student loses interest in himself completely, it may become even worse.

After all, there are many young and beautiful girls in the club, so there is no need for him to stare at himself.

So, she plucked up her courage and asked hesitantly, "Section Chief, what do you want to say?"

Shimatani Kawa said with a smile: "I think our partnership this month can deepen our understanding of each other." Of course, you have to follow the rules, such as making a convention, and after getting to know each other once, I think you have to have a clear timetable every few days. ”

As soon as the words fell, Risha's beautiful delicate face was dyed with a layer of bright crimson, and her eyes were misty and fluttering: "I didn't promise to know more."

Shimatani Kawa continued to do ideological work: "It's a common thing for boyfriends and girlfriends to have relationships, not to mention that there are no secrets between us at all. ”

The reason why he knows so well and moves with reason is mainly for the exploration of new human beings.

Shimatanigawa's face is tightly pressed against Risa's neck, enjoying the tenderness of jade, and his nose is full of the rich fragrance unique to mature women.

Risa Nagase was helpless and muttered, "Men and women. Why are you always so, and you always like to stare at other people's stockings?"

After speaking, she grabbed Shimatanigawa's arm with both hands, stared at each other, and held each other wordlessly for a moment, probably unable to stand the man's undisguised hot gaze, Risa turned her face to the side, deliberately avoiding Shimatanigawa's gaze.

After a while, Risa made one last attempt: "Next time. How about next time? ”

"Huh? Is there a difference? ”

I'm not ready."

"But I'm ready."

“.”

(End of chapter)