Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki

And Haramura Makoto's hands didn't stop either, gently, as if handling a piece of porcelain, helping Misaki Shokuhou take off her shoes.

What advantages does pure white silk stockings have compared to black silk?

Besides being able to embody abstinence and purity, you can roughly see what's inside without taking them off.

"Who told you not to listen to me."

Holding Misaki Shokuhou's right foot with one hand, looking at the swelling at her ankle, Haramura Makoto curled his lips.

"How is it, does your sprained ankle hurt?"

"Hmph——"

Haramura Makoto sighed, then sat on the bench like Misaki Shokuhou, and had Misaki Shokuhou turn her whole body over, placing her two plump legs wrapped in white silk on his lap.

"Use your ability to get them all away, then I'll treat you."

No matter what, this is a small park in a downtown area, there may not be many people, but there are definitely not few.

Like just now was already the limit, he didn't want other men to see what was going to happen next.

"Okay."

Misaki Shokuhou didn't ask why, her eyebrows curved like crescent moons, and she skillfully took out the remote control from her handbag, dispersing everyone in the park.

"What are we going to do next?"

Misaki Shokuhou tilted her head to look over, her hair flowing down her shoulders like a waterfall.

"Do I need to take off my stockings?"

Misaki Shokuhou stretched out a jade-like finger, gently hooking up one end of the spiderweb lace, the snowy and delicate skin of her thighs shining like fine ivory porcelain under the sunlight.

"Of course, I need to touch your injured skin."

Haramura Makoto raised his eyebrows.

Misaki Shokuhou's eyebrows also raised, after the events of the past two days, she was no longer the same as before.

Her original action of hooking the stockings suddenly stopped, and she blinked her beautiful star-like eyes.

"How about, you take them off for me, Makoto."

"Are you sure you want me to take them off?"

Although Haramura Makoto's words were a question, his actions were absolutely affirmative.

Even before he spoke, his large hand was already pressed on Misaki Shokuhou's thigh.

What a joke!

He is now a man who has tasted the forbidden fruit, how could he be overwhelmed by Misaki Shokuhou, this innocent little girl pretending to be charming.

"Of course, helping your girlfriend take off her stockings is the supreme honor of a boyfriend, right?"

"Then please show me your boyfriend power, Makoto!"

Misaki Shokuhou was still holding on, although her face was already as red as a peach, she still bit her lip and said shyly to Haramura Makoto.

"Then I'm coming."

Replacing Misaki Shokuhou's original position of hooking the stockings, Haramura Makoto took it upon himself to reach out and hook one side.

The fabric rubbed against the skin, making a rustling sound.

Misaki Shokuhou's face was also getting redder and redder, as red as if it was about to drip blood.

Of course, Haramura Makoto didn't deliberately torture Misaki Shokuhou, he took off one stocking slowly.

"Misaki, smoke is almost coming out of the top of your head."

The removed stockings were full of Misaki Shokuhou's fragrance, but Haramura Makoto didn't do anything perverted, but neatly folded them and put them in his pocket.

After all, after he finishes treating Misaki Shokuhou, she still needs to wear them, so he can't throw them away.

"Hmph, you're still talking about me, how are my legs?"

Faced with Haramura Makoto's words, Misaki Shokuhou directly snorted, but the smugness in her tone couldn't be concealed.

Generally speaking, what is the use of stockings for women?

In addition to causing visual impulses in men, it is that girls with unattractive leg shapes can have a perfect and straight leg shape after wearing stockings.

But Misaki Shokuhou's own leg shape is already a perfect leg shape.

The right leg, with the white stockings removed, is straight and slender, truly adding a point would be too fat, subtracting a point would be too thin, the snow-white thighs are as white and flawless as ivory, just like the apple of the Garden of Eden, exuding a tempting charm, playing with her legs for a year is nothing more than that.

"Very beautiful, I'm surprised that you can maintain such a leg shape even without any physical exercise."

Haramura Makoto's rough fingertips gently slid across Misaki Shokuhou's white and delicate thighs, this strange feeling made Misaki Shokuhou instantly couldn't help but shiver.

But Haramura Makoto didn't continue to tease Misaki Shokuhou, but slid down and directly scooped Misaki Shokuhou's delicate little feet into his hands.

"It's all thanks to Junko."

Misaki Shokuhou said in a blushing murmur.

At this time, a gust of cool wind suddenly blew, and ten bean-like toes subconsciously curled up in Haramura Makoto's palm, adding even more cuteness.

Haramura Makoto withdrew his gaze, holding Misaki Shokuhou's heel with one hand, and wrapping Misaki Shokuhou's feet with the other.

"Mmm——"

A low groan sounded, and Misaki Shokuhou, who was originally blushing, immediately frowned, "It hurts."

Haramura Makoto remained unmoved, and said in a gentle voice: "Endure it a little."

"It'll be fine soon, do you feel a warm current now."

In Misaki Shokuhou's position, she could perfectly capture Haramura Makoto's expression.

So she could see Haramura Makoto's focused and affectionate eyes.

She herself is a young lady from a chaebol, and those around her are also young ladies from various chaebols.

Their final marriage partners are mostly marriage partners chosen by their own families.

Perhaps for some people, holding their wife's feet can be considered a kind of fun, but for those people, it is probably impossible in this lifetime.

"Fee... ah... felt it!"

The words had just been said halfway, when they were replaced by the soreness and numbness coming from her feet, making Misaki Shokuhou couldn't help but let out a charming moan.

"No... but it is indeed... much easier... how do you know this..."

"You also know what my situation was like before, under that kind of training, muscle strains were common, at that time I didn't have much money, it was impossible to go to the hospital often, so the saying 'long illness makes the doctor' is about my situation."

Haramura Makoto said while his hands didn't stop.

When he was just developing his muscles, his daily training intensity could be described as terrifying.

While gaining huge increases in strength, all kinds of injuries were almost all over him.

At that time, he taught himself a set of massage and medicinal bath methods, which allowed him to grow to the present without any injuries.

What he is using on Misaki Shokuhou now is a set of techniques that he used to massage himself, and at the same time, he is also using magic to repair Misaki Shokuhou's body, which is why he asked Misaki Shokuhou if she felt a warm current.

"...Ah!"

A charming and moving tremor directly blurted out, instantly turning the air pink.

"Re... really thank you for your hard work..."

Misaki Shokuhou quickly covered her pink lips with her hands, breathing lightly.

She is now extremely grateful that she listened to Haramura Makoto's words just now and expelled the other students in the park.

Otherwise, if she was seen in her current state, it would be fine if Haramura Makoto saw it, after all, this is her boyfriend.

But if she was seen by outsiders, she would lose all face.

"There's nothing to be thankful for."

"Who isn't working hard, isn't Misaki also working hard!"

After entering this Academy City, she was directly confined to the laboratory, seemingly having freedom, but in fact she was shackled, and even treated as a research item, cutting open her brain and taking out a part of her brain tissue.

If it wasn't for Misaki Shokuhou being smart and making her own plans, she would still be a puppet now.

Thinking of this, Haramura Makoto's arm used a little more force.

"Ah... um..."

Another moving and delicate tremor escaped from Misaki Shokuhou's mouth.

He could clearly feel that the small feet in his hands suddenly became tense, and then became limp.

To be honest, even he was tickled by Misaki Shokuhou's voice just now.

If he had to describe it, Misaki Shokuhou's voice just now was like the song of a Siren.

This kind of charm in her voice, without anyone else, just hearing it, would make the vast majority of men fantasize.

"Are you doing this on purpose?"

Misaki Shokuhou covered her pink lips, her beautiful star-like eyes filled with misty moisture, and her jade-like cheeks were covered with large patches of crimson.

How should it be described?

She now looks like a flustered and angry kitten.

Actually, if it was like just now, although it would be a little uncomfortable and she couldn't help but make a sound, it was still within her tolerance.

But just now was obviously different.

A warm current directly surged from under her feet to the position of her lower abdomen, and then surged down from the position of her lower abdomen.

That kind of hot feeling was unprecedented.

But she knew what reaction her body had produced with that slightly moist feeling.

Although she hasn't had a boyfriend, it doesn't mean she doesn't know about this kind of knowledge.

The Academy City's physiology and health classes have popularized it for them.

That's why she is so ashamed and indignant.

She felt that Haramura Makoto was completely doing it on purpose, deliberately making her react like this and making fun of her.

"So what are you talking about."

Haramura Makoto was completely confused by Misaki Shokuhou's reaction.

Taking out Misaki Shokuhou's stockings from his pocket again, he slowly put them on Misaki Shokuhou.

Then he picked up Misaki Shokuhou's shoes from the ground and put them on Misaki Shokuhou.

"Try it first, is your foot better."

Misaki Shokuhou glared at Haramura Makoto with her beautiful eyes, and without talking to Haramura Makoto, she directly stepped on the ground with her injured foot, and then tentatively took a few steps.

A surprised expression directly appeared on Misaki Shokuhou's face.

"It's really better."

"Otherwise, did you think I was playing with you."

Haramura Makoto stood up helplessly, following behind Misaki Shokuhou.

Misaki Shokuhou then stomped her feet hard a few times, confirming that she really had no problems, and hooked Haramura Makoto's arm.

"Where are we going?"

Chapter 173 Swimming

"Misaki, where's the bag you took earlier?"

Standing in front of the park's public restroom, Misaki Shokuhou, carrying the small bag she bought at the mall earlier, left Haramura Makoto behind and went inside without looking back.

Speaking of which, he wanted to know what Misaki Shokuhou bought earlier.

After all, when he was helping Misaki Shokuhou pay the bill, Misaki Shokuhou mysteriously disappeared, and when he found her again, she had an extra bag in her hand.

Haramura Makoto originally wanted to take it as usual and help Misaki Shokuhou carry it.

But Misaki Shokuhou unusually clenched the bag tightly, as if she was afraid that he would be able to see through what was inside the bag.