If Kosaka Kyosuke Had a Saber Face

However, the preparation was naturally done in vain.

The not broad back firmly supported Iroha's petite body, and handed the opened umbrella into her hands, her delicate hands supported the girl's weak legs, and slowly stood up.

"...Show me the way, where is your home?"

It wasn't until this moment that Iroha realized that the blond boy who was carrying him was not his hallucination, nor was he a messenger of death.

Although in her eyes, there seems to be no difference between the image of a boy who is almost the same age as her and an angel.

With her fair and clean cheeks close at hand, Iroha, who rested her head on the slender shoulders of the boy, could kiss her by turning her head a little.

The full moon-like pupils of Sheng Qing were not fully opened, her eyelids were restrained implicitly, and she felt deeply tired, but she stared straight ahead without any hesitation, like a firm knight guarding the delicate princess.

"...Please go over there."

A little dry voice rubbed from Iroha's hoarse throat. She held an umbrella in one hand, and the other hand reached over the boy's shoulder and pointed in a distant direction.

So the young man took a step. It seemed that the pace was not fast due to fatigue, but it was very stable. Iroha, who was quietly lying on his back, did not feel too much bumps.

The petite girl quietly tilted her head, leaned her pillow on the shoulder of the boy, half-squinted her eyes, and the handsome boy's cheeks were reflected in her pupils.

...Probably, it really is an angel.

In the little girl's heart, a ray of fire seemed to be lit like a dream.

072 One Color Feather Moon Falls Not Pity ([-])

The continuous rain was firmly blocked by the open umbrella, and the raindrops beat the dense leaves one after another to make a crisp sound.

It doesn't seem that cold anymore.

Iroha felt it slightly.

The young man who was walking slowly with tired steps behind his back was not someone who kept exuding heat like a stove, but it was like moonlight with no temperature, so that she could clearly feel her body temperature.

Like a quilt, it has no heat in itself but can bring warmth.

Caiyu's hands lightly wrapped around the slender neck of the young man, and her small chest was tightly pressed against the thin back of the young man. She felt that the soft suit on the young man's body was already dyed with her own warmth.

The elegant scent permeating the tip of the nose concealed the fishy smell of rain in the environment. For the first time in such intimate contact with the opposite sex, Iroha miraculously did not feel shy.

Is it because of the environment at this time?

Or is it simply influenced by the beauty of teenagers that transcend gender?

It can be clearly felt that the young man's delicate and slender hands are firmly supporting his leg sockets, and the bare leg skin under the short skirt is closely fitting to the young man's palm.

The legs were spread apart because of being carried on the back, and the legs were lightly sandwiched between the boy's waist. The girl felt the feeling of being firmly attached to the boy's lumbar spine.

Non-stop, non-stop, as the boy moved forward step by step, Iroha felt that he was constantly rubbing against the boy's suit through the soft skirt.

A wave of heat seemed to be accumulating quietly, and the small bumps between walking caused the barrier in the middle to be lifted up slowly, leaving only a thin layer of fabric that was attached to the navy blue suit.

so itchy...

A sense of guilt pervaded Iroha's heart, as if blasphemy against this angel-like and beautiful boy.

But the other feeling that rises up next is like the tiny claws that keep scratching at the heart, and even the guilt is swallowed and turned into nourishment for his own growth.

Anyway, I can't move when I'm being carried on my back, and I can't resist this feeling...

Cai Yu comforted herself in her heart, she gently rubbed the cheeks on the shoulders of the boy, immersed in the feeling of continuous rain.

The legs that sandwiched the boy's waist unconsciously exerted a little force, and the beautiful thighs were gently squeezed between his waists. Iroha could vaguely feel his tender body covered by the suit.

It seems that the movement of Iroha's legs made the boy mistakenly think that he did not carry her properly.He paused in his footsteps, jolted his back, resisted exhaustion and adjusted the position of Iroha on his lower back to make her go up and be more comfortable at the same time.

However, the bump caused the girl to rub his back violently, and an unprepared feeling exploded into Iroha's mind. She unconsciously stretched her legs even harder, her knees bent in front of the boy. Inside eight.

The rain fell on the umbrella in Cai Yu's hand, quickly flowing over the umbrella surface, converging on the canopy and flowing down.

The behavior of the girl pinching the boy's body made him think that he couldn't carry her because he was too tired. He increased the strength of his arms and sunk his fingers into the thigh flesh, which was a rare plump part of the girl's body.

The delicate fingers seemed to be tingling with electricity, and Iroha felt numb in the place where they touched. Her legs unconsciously wrapped around the blond boy, just like her hands wrapped around his neck.The head resting on his shoulder kept blowing hot and humid breath on the side of the white greasy neck like an air pump.

Iroha was lying on the boy's back like a pool of mud, like a sloth sleeping around a tree trunk, fitting him to the maximum extent possible.

Slowly, slowly, Iroha felt that the boy's body began to feed back his body temperature, just like the quilt felt warm after being covered with a quilt for a while.

The big eyes fell into confusion again, and the sobriety that had finally returned to the mind was once again in a trance. The white and tender little hands gently rubbed on the chest of the blond boy, and the white and slender neck in front of him was covered with a thin layer of fine sweat, which made scratching Cai Cai. Yu Xin's little claws instantly found the direction, driving her to move her little head one by one, sticking her somewhat numb lips to it.

But the boy who was still pushing his body and striving to move forward step by step didn't feel anything. He just felt that the girl on his back kept adjusting because of his shallow foot and deep foot in the rain. move.

After realizing this, Iroha's courage became a little bigger. Her thin lips did not part with a single touch, but stayed on the boy's slightly cold skin exposed to the air, warming him, and at the same time like a Like a thief, quietly sucking the scarce sweat above.

Sure enough, this is heaven...

Iroha's small heart also seemed to be filled with eager blood, as if filling a gap, she became content and peaceful.

"...Huh, is this your house?"

The voice of a young man just a short distance away woke Caiyu up. She looked up and saw that the darkened house in front of her was the empty home of her parents after they both went on business.

The teenager has found her home with the address she gave.

Heaven... is really short...

With some reluctance, he slowly got down from the boy's back, and with his gentle support, he opened the door with the key.