248 248 I want to spoil (1/2)
”... Oh, you know, I think Zhou-kun needs a little help”
After dinner, as he is serving the sentence of spoiling Extra Sheng, midday looks up at the perimeter with a bright red face.
I'm just sitting on the couch with him and stroking the middle of the day at last, but at midday I was shy of wanting to.
My face is boiling even though I didn't touch anything sexually or anywhere else, because I was stroking my head looking at my face at midday, or because I'm putting it on my leg to bring it about?
”I don't care what they say. You have to tell me what I heard.”
”So, that's why Zhou-kun hasn't been told an old story that worries me!
”Specifically?
”... when Zhou Kun was a little girl, he rowed too much blanco, he flew too much momentum, he cried, he tried to chew on Shibako, he pounded his head too much.”
”Out. There's no room for extenuating circumstances -”
”I don't know......!
When I was little, Zhou was too attached to his mother's passage to gain too much momentum, so I used to soften it up, but I'm embarrassed enough to think what punishment it was to be known at midday about it. Especially when it comes to kissing a mother's cheek when she was little. It is black history itself.
Zhou is surely more embarrassed than midday, which is now adored.
It was a no-can because it was an attempt in the first place, but that Shikoko seems to have rubbed her cheek and kissed her, so twitching around here was going to give her a headache.
Instead of asking extra questions, I slipped my finger on the side of the middle of the day and looked up at it with a soft touch, and a frightening and trembling midday pulled me up on my cheek.
Of course it's a plea to stop, but I'm not going to stop because it's a punishment. Perhaps the story was taken out of Shibako, but I'm sure he's intrigued.
Once I shy away from tickling because I'm too weak, at midday I scream and cling to the perimeter with a higher jumping voice than usual. I guess I'm not trying to escape because I'm out of balance.
”Hih,... heh, oh, sorry”
”... have you heard anything else?
”Oh, not this time.”
”This time.”
”This is the Aya of the Word...”
”... even if you said it all, you're going to have plans to hear it, aren't you, young lady? I'm not the only one who's ever known black history.”
”So, because it's my black history or something before that...”
He added that there was nothing to talk about. Zhou stopped tickling at midday.
It may have reminded me of something unpleasant. At midday, childhood was a time when parents were neither asylum-seeking nor loving, so I guess I didn't want to be touched for her.
I'm sorry I connected you to that topic, and when I lowered my brow and glanced at midday, I laughed small as if Zhou had seen through what he thought.