I Loaded the Love Game

　　 "Mi, Miki, aren't you abroad?" Watanabe Toru's heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were trembling.

　　 It's over, it's over, did she get angry about going out? Or is there a camera in the haunted house?

　　 "Come here." Miki Kujo's tone became colder again.

　　 Watanabe Toru had to walk over.

　　 Kujo Miki pointed to the tatami directly in front of her: "Sit down."

　　 "Miki, what am I wrong you just say, I will change it, and I promise that there will be no next time."

　　 Kujo Miki still sneered while pointing at the tatami.

　　 Toru Watanabe sat in front of her obediently, Kujo Miki suddenly raised her right foot and stepped on his face, and he caught it easily.

　　 "Reward you." Kujo Miki said an ambiguous sentence without any accident in her tone.

　　 Toru Watanabe looked at the leg wrapped in pantyhose in her hand, wondering whether the reward she said was referring to the step just now or this leg.

　　 He glanced at Miki Kujo, this woman seemed to be waiting for him to react.

　　 How can you give up at this time!

　　 Toru Watanabe stretched out another hand, covering Nine Miki's calves, and the smooth texture of high-end tights was immediately passed on.

　　 But his action is not so much a dip, but rather a massage for her.

　　 But, to what extent is it necessary to touch a girl’s leg to make the boundary between massage and dip?

　　 "You had a great time today." Miki Kujo still touched her calf, pinched a photo from the table and placed it in front of Toru Watanabe's forehead.

　　 Toru Watanabe must lean back slightly to see the content of the photo.

　　 Fortunately, it's not a haunted house. He is holding the photo of Rin Kiyano, or it's all over.

"I didn't sit with the girls." He looked at this snapshot of the roller coaster, "Mike, you don't know. I went out to play today. I specially called the two boys and didn't take photos with them. I tried my best to walk on the road. Keep your distance, just normal social interaction."

"Oh?"

　　 "If you don't believe me, you can ask!"

　　 "What about the haunted house?"

　　 "What happened to ghosts and haunted houses?"

　　 Kujo Miki sneered and snorted, "Is it comfortable for other girls to hold hands?"

　　 "......"

　　 "How can I punish you?"

　　 Kujo Miki still had a smile on her face, but her eyes suddenly became gloomy, making Watanabe Toru's back chill.

　　 "That, Miki, you are gone."

　　 Kujo Miki lowered her head, and Watanabe grabbed one foot in her hand, and the skirt was naturally raised by a corner.

　　 Today she is wearing pantyhose. Through the high-grade black layer, she can vaguely see the pure white fabric.

　　 Miki Kujo put her hand on the skirt, and slowly lifted up: "Why, want to see here?"

　　 "It's okay." Watanabe glanced subconsciously, but immediately looked away.

　　 The first sight is instinct, but the second sight is quality!

　　 "Yes." Miki Kujo said with a smile.

　　 Then her face suddenly sank again: "If you did nothing wrong today."

　　 As she said, she kicked her other foot, and naturally she was caught by the free fighter master Toru Watanabe again.

　　 The current posture is very bad.

　　 The girl in black tights sat on the table, her legs were caught by Watanabe who was sitting. No one in the skirt disappointed Newtonian mechanics and slipped to the waist.

　　 His face was facing under the skirt.

　　 The most terrifying thing is that Watanabe Toru found that Kujo Miki turned a little blush.

　　 Are you excited?

　　 turned out to be a pervert?

　　 to make her feel comfortable is completely contrary to his purpose.

　　 "I'm sorry." Watanabe Toru released his hand immediately and took the opportunity to stand up a few steps away from her.

　　 Kujo Miki sneered, got up from the table, tidied up her skirt, and walked out the door: "Come with me."

　　 "Where to go?"

　　 "Don't you want to see your parents?"

"This......"

　　 Two minutes later, Watanabe Toru ran wildly on Shinjuku Avenue, and the luxury car carrying Miki Kujo was driving by him at a speed of 20 yards.

　　 Is this the punishment for not making her comfortable?

　　 I only heard the wind whistling in my ears, and my feet had long been oblivious.

　　 The tips of her hair were gently blown by the summer evening breeze, and the fine sweat gradually merged into a plump drop of water, running down her cheeks and neck.

　　 Both eyes look forward, without squinting, breathing evenly, as if they are about to run all the way to the destination.

　　 The passers-by who came out to play at night cast their sights on him.

　　 Watanabe Toru runs his legs very briskly, his thighs drive his lean calves, his toes stick out gently on the ground, cushioning, and the back heels are on the ground. The movement is beautiful.

　　 Plus the person is too handsome, it's almost like a scene of a handsome guy chasing a car in a movie.

　　 After running a few blocks, Toru Watanabe couldn't hold on.

　　 What kind of uniform breathing, standard running posture, all deformed.

　　 "Ha, ha—"

　　 He stopped, his hands on his knees, panting violently, his heart full of teased anger.

　　 Right on the busy Shinjuku Avenue, he yelled out loud.

　　 "Why! Why should I live like a strict wife!!!"

　　 The people around burst into laughter and pointed at him.

　　 Trendy youths who play guitar and sing on the roadside even sing improvisationally.

　　 "The main street of Shinjuku at night~, the handsome guy is running~, why~~~why~~~It turns out that I was being trained by my girlfriend~~~"

　　 Then came the guitar storm of ping ping pong.

　　 The laughter became more enthusiastic.

　　 Many girls are laughing and covering their mouths.

　　 Inside the luxury car, under the dark light, Kujo Miki looked coldly at the smiling passers-by.

　　 "Let him come up."

　　 The car stopped steadily beside Toru Watanabe, and the door opened slowly.

　　 Watanabe eased his breathing thoroughly, then slowly straightened up and got into the car.

　　 Then, the black car disappeared like a dark shadow on the lively Shinjuku Avenue.

　　 Kujo Miki left the center armrest and leaned on the left door, facing Watanabe Toru who lowered her head and panted.

　　 "Forget it this time, if there is another time, I will let you run naked."

　　 "No, ha, not anymore." Watanabe panted and shook his head. "Never go to the haunted house again."

　　 "I mean you dare to say things like'wives strictly' on the street."

　　 "Don't you let me tell the truth?"

　　 "No," Kujo Miki denied with a sullen expression.

　　 Despite this, Watanabe always has an instinct that she won’t be really angry even if she says it, but according to the principle of nothing wrong if you don’t do it, “wife control strict” should be listed as a forbidden word.

　　 Although he is getting better and better, running naked on Shinjuku Avenue is not his goal of fitness.

　　 Twenty minutes later, the car stopped at the gate of a courtyard full of ancient meaning, like the mansion of a general in a big river drama.

　　 Watanabe Toru got out of the car and looked left and right from the gate, UU reading www.uukanshu. Even if com tried to look far away, it couldn't see the second house.

　　 How many bad things must be done to have such a house with such a vast land in the center of Tokyo?

　　 Toru Watanabe followed Miki Kujo and walked through a courtyard larger than the Kamikawa High School baseball stadium, and finally came to the entrance.

　　 "Miss." A woman in a kimono bowed and saluted.

　　 "Take him to the bath." Miki Kujo pointed to Watanabe Toru and said to the man.

"Yes."

　　 "By the way, use the bathroom in my room."

　　 The woman in a kimono half raised her head in surprise, and then quickly lowered: "Yes."

　　 "Master, please follow me."

　　 Toru Watanabe followed the woman in kimono, into a delicate Japanese room full of femininity.

　　 The woman led him to the depths of the room again, to a bathtub overflowing with water.

　　 "Master, this is the hot spring water. You can take a shower here."

　　 "Thank you."

　　 "I'll get you clothes, now you can take a shower."

"Okay, thank you."

　　 The other party's behavior is too humble, Watanabe bowed in return subconsciously.

　　 After the kimono woman went out, Watanabe Toru looked at the flowing hot spring bath and criticized the evil capitalism in his heart, then took off his clothes, took a shower to wash off today's sweat, and then sat in the hot spring.

　　 seems to consider that ‘hot springs in summer will be very hot’, so the room has always been kept cold, and at the same time the hot springs are at a very comfortable temperature.

　　 Watanabe groaned comfortably.

　　 Today, whether it's the bus ride, the haunted roller coaster, or the rush at night, he is very tired.

　　 Just take a nap?

　　 Seeing his parents or something, he just quit.