100 100 Angels Knee Pillow w/Options (2/2)

I didn't know if it was heaven or hell.

If you can be honest with your desires, it's probably heaven, but as for the circumference that creeps in between hesitation and gridlock, it's like you're sticking one foot into hell.

”... Zhou-kun, something was just so puffy...”

”Never mind.”

There's no way I can talk about this inside. In the first place, if you say this, you'll be pulled at midday.

Therefore, I honestly have to accept ear cleaning and hide my desires. The angel, who spoils innocently without heart, was terrifying.

Midday seemed to question Zhou's attitude, but since Zhou is pointing to the midday side to keep his gaze out of the midday, he is giving up pursuit and returning to cleaning his ears.

Remembering the indescribable comfort and tickle, Zhou closes his eyes and waits for it to end.

I'm closing my sight because I'm subtly guilty when I open my eyes, but this makes my other senses sharp, so I don't mind sniffing away the sweet fragrance and shampoo and body soap that's inherent in midday, or being aware of the softness of my knees.

How good would it have been if I had enjoyed this softness without hesitation?

”Zhou-kun, can I fluff my hair when I'm done?”

”... Whatever you want”

If I fled immediately, I would never have remembered any more of this, but sadly, Zhou is also a man, and if I can get him to continue with the knee pillow, I would like him to continue.

I was reminded that I am weak in many ways because I end up losing my desire while worrying about the contradiction of wanting me to stop doing more.

Midday is giving signs of delight at Zhou's acceptance.

”I'm almost done.”

At midday when I said that and scratched my ears politely, I felt sorry for myself just a little ”Oh, is it over now,” and I was supposed to get bored again by one person. Of course, I don't put it on my face or my tricks.

The sweet comfort, which includes a slight tickle, ends at midday when the ear scratch stick is removed.

Instead, my fingers go through my hair at midday, so I can remember another comfort.

”Yes, it's over.”

At midday when I jerked off my hair with gentle, hand-held fingers that softened my child, I simultaneously learned the sense of embarrassment and desire to entrust myself.

One way or another, I understood myself that the latter was strong, and a silent groan was about to spill out of my mouth.

I know you're going to spoil it at midday because of the reward, but it will definitely be wasted.

There was nothing I could do about it, even if I wanted to resist the midday when I was willing to destroy Zhou as proclaimed, because comfort would even take its strength from me.

(... be scrapped...)

I can stroke it with a gentle hand with plenty of feminine fragrance and warmth. When I say this, it doesn't seem like a big deal, but I actually feel comfortable and happy.

If they did this every day, they would surely not be human. The current situation and posture were full of various charms.

- and exhale and relax your body, you hear a small laugh.

”Rarely, Zhou-kun is a mammoth.”

”... whose fault is it?”

”It's my fault.”

At midday he makes a sweet laugh when he dulls and moves his fingers further.

”Zhou-kun wants to spoil it, or he wants to touch it. Zhou-kun's hair is pleasant to touch.”

”... do you?

”Yes. It's sarcastic. Why all these cubicles...”

”... Mother, I think it's because it's a recommended shampoo”

Shibako's ”I don't want you to hurt me because I have good folded hair! With all the push, the shampoo used by Zhou now takes into account the kind of hair used in the beauty salon.

I didn't even hate the smell and I kept using it because of the way my fingers were after drying my hair.

”It's midday. It's so much more.”

Taking a flax curtain in his hand, he felt a softer and smoother hand than his own.

If you call it sara crunchy, it's her, and it's not comparable to Zhou. It's a touch that makes me want to touch it even at midday, and the scent is not too strong, it smells pale and chavonic, and I can't wait to be manly.

”I always think when I'm stroking my head, but I'm looking out for amazing care.”

”... well, I've never failed to take care of it”

”Right. I've always touched you on my own, okay? Hair is the life of a woman.”

”... I like being touched by Zhou-kun”

I'm glad I didn't show my face, I thought it was because my expression had turned out to be a monster in my midday words.

Shame, joy, confusion, wolf... the look of a mixture of different things that I can't even describe is probably suspicious if seen.

That's what I'm saying, so get on with it.

Zhou sighed with his eyes closed trying to put his expression back on while he couldn't get it out of his mouth.