Can't You Skip Dating? / Can't You Just Like the Body?

Ogihara Ming also closed his eyes and slept comfortably for half the night, until he was woken up by the alarm clock at [-] am.

Turning off the alarm clock, Akira Ogihara left a kiss on Ai Hayasaka's forehead, looked at her eyes that were completely open because it was the time she was used to getting up, but her eyes were a little empty, and said warmly, "Sleep well, this time. Really have to go."

"……Um."

Ai Hayasaka agreed softly, and watched Ogihara Akira get up and get dressed. She suddenly thought of something, and shrunk her shy face into the quilt again.

"Mr. Ogihara, next week... do you have any requests?"

"Um!?"

Hearing this, Akira Ogihara was very interested.

He thought about the element he was most interested in recently, and said with a smile, "Wear the maid outfit you used to wear at work."

"Oh."

Hayasaka Ai agreed in a low voice, watching Ogihara Akira come out of the window, then turned around and waved, then closed the curtains, and finally there was a slight crash of the window closing.

She was stunned for a while, then slowly turned over, lying on the spot where Ogihara Akira had been lying, gently sniffing the residual smell that she didn't know existed, feeling the strong reluctance in her heart.

It is not only from instinct, but also from the physiological needs of the additional reason of venting work pressure.

There is also a sense of reassurance, a sense of dependence, that frees her from the traitor's guilt and does not have to worry about the consequences of an accident.

And it happened to come on the only night where she was unprepared, so that she, who lacked love and longed for love, easily fell into the tenderness.

But no matter what the reason is, because there is carnal desire in it, the only communication and tenderness are also during this period, and no matter what, the word "craving" that is full of desire can't be avoided.

The traditional moral concept can make people clean, but it can also make people unable to face their own desires, especially women who are more bound by this concept, even if they are in a normal relationship until after marriage, they may have a strong sense of guilt about their own desires. There's no way to let go and enjoy it.

A plain and typical example is the worry of "Will he think I'm a slutty woman?"

This kind of worry is difficult to express, and even if it is said and positively recognized, it may not be able to relieve the worry from the bottom of my heart. In short, it is a difficult, difficult thing.

What's more, the reason for the intersection has no emotional factor at all, and any overstepping beyond it is even more unthinkable.

Feeling the other cravings that could not be eliminated even after being satisfied enough to release the pressure, as well as the self-loathing caused by the guilt of dissatisfaction with the craving, Hayasaka Ai hugged the pillow and uttered a pale and calm tone. cry of despair.

"Ah—it's fucked up, I'm fucked up..."

……

After such a pleasant night, Akira Ogihara drove the car refreshed and returned home.

In order not to disturb the rest of the others, Ogihara Ming lightly stepped upstairs, and then lightly stepped into the house. Seeing Shi Yu curled up in the bed, he took off his clothes and went to bed, ready to catch up on sleep.

However, when he just lifted the quilt and went to bed, intending to cover him, the quilt was dragged away with a "rub".

Ogihara Akira turned his head in surprise, and saw the gloomy black cat in the bed... Oh no, it was Shi Yu.

After a brief period of surprise, Ogihara Ming showed a rather refreshing smile: "Yo, early."

"...Morning, Mr. Ogihara." Shi Yu reluctantly greeted and asked in a very subtle tone, "You shouldn't go to work, right?"

"of course not."

Although it was originally predicted like this, after getting such a confident response from Ogihara Akira, Shi Yu still had the heart to die.

Well, that might be an exaggeration, but it's complicated enough.

She asked again in a subtle tone: "Because you don't want to disturb my rest?"

"Yeah, work suddenly restarted. There are a lot of things on both you and the publishing house. You must have been exhausted two days ago." Akira Ogihara replied with a smile.

Indeed, on Friday night, I revised the manuscript with the editor, and during the day, I went through the backlog of various processes, discussed and confirmed the arrangement, finally left the editorial department, and then went to the mall to choose pajamas for "repayment of gratitude".

In addition, it was difficult to sleep due to the excitement of being able to republish the previous night, and the entanglement of various costs and rewards, even a cat who was used to staying up late couldn't stand this continuous action.

Being a dog is a dog's patent, not a cat's.

And if the cat is idle enough, with normal sleep plus fake sleep, it will sleep [-] hours a day.

Because of the entanglement about the price, she can still get up by the alarm clock and play a night attack vigorously, but when her vigorous efforts are restrained by fear and waiting, and she lies on the comfortable bed with pillows, she is very concerned about lying on the bed. The related memory of waiting is almost less than 1 minute.

This kind of sleep with things in mind is obviously easy to sleep unsteadily, not to mention the things she is thinking about make her a little scared, so she woke up about an hour before she fell asleep.

Then facing the dark room and the empty bed, I was stupid for a long time.

She could think that Ogihara was afraid that she would be too tired, and she felt warm about it. After all, in her impression, Ogihara was an indecent existence when she went to bed. No matter her momentum or actions, she felt rude. Last weekend, it became synonymous with sexuality in her eyes.

Such an existence, after being hooked up, can put it on the bed, wash and lie down without eating, and go out to vent, obviously because of her high level of care for her, so high that she can control her instinctual strong desires.

No one dislikes caring, let alone caring that is really needed and leads others to make a little sacrifice.

Even if it comes from licking the dog... Maybe it will make people feel excited.

——This can fully prove that this thing is really moving.

Then, also because caring trumped desire, she had a strong suspicion of her own charm.

Isn't it a libido beast!Why are you holding back in that situation!Can you leave it alone on the bed and run out to prostitute in the middle of the night? ? ?

Shi Yu had doubts about her own value, or how attractive she was to Ogihara Akira, but she was ruthlessly confirmed. After the book could be published normally, she had just found herself again. With all the arrogance, and the evaluation of "I want to tear it up" at the bathroom door, she can be said to have reached the peak in terms of self-confidence.

Receiving such a blow at such a time, the inner sense of consternation will obviously be higher.

Because I have never heard similar news, there is no reference comparison, and the degree of blow is very high, the level of this blow is generally called psychedelic level.

The indescribable psychedelic-level blow will make people very messy and refreshing, at least make Shi Yu very angry, and because of the care in it, he can't breathe out. Now, and at the most critical moment, holding the grievance that had been brewing for more than an hour, he ruthlessly pulled the quilt off.

"Are you angry?" Ogihara asked with a smile.

Facing such a guiltless smile, Shi Yu hated her teeth even more, and could only reply sullenly, "No."

So Ogihara stretched out his hand: "Then return the quilt to me."

Shi Yu took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and took another deep breath, and then barely suppressed the fluctuations in her heart and slowly pushed the quilt back.

But when Ogihara Ming got into the bed, she suddenly thought of something and leaned over to Ogihara Ming to smell it.

Then I wrapped it in the quilt and pressed it over, squeezing, squeezing, squeezing, and forced Ogihara Akira out of the bed.

Ogihara Ming just stood under the bed and asked inexplicably, "Isn't it not angry?"

"I am very grateful for Mr. Ogihara's concern, so that I can sleep well when I am tired, and I will never be angry because you would rather 'hang out' than touch me."

Shi Yu thanked and explained with a gentle voice and a smile.

The moment he finished explaining, he put away all his smiles and looked at Akira Ogihara coldly.

"But could you please not go to bed with the scent of other women?"

Does Hayasaka Ai smell?Ogihara thought suspiciously.

I hadn't smelled any perfume before, mostly shampoo and shower gel, and Ogihara Akira himself had taken a bath, and after exercising and blowing the cool wind all the way, the scent of shower gel was basically gone. .

As for the body odor left after close contact, maybe cats can smell something, but people definitely can't.

Akira Ogihara looked at Shi Yu again and confirmed that she was not possessed by any cat.

So I understood.

The point isn't what it smells like, it's the other woman you've just touched.

This kind of reasoning is wrong, and psychologically unpleasant, which can be used to vent the grievances that have been placed.

Anyway, I can't get on this bed.

Ogihara thought for a while, but after all, he didn't say the sentence "This is my bed, you go down".

Since he was under the bed, he still had to be a person.

Then go take a shower, it just happened to be a night sweat, and if anything might happen later, you should take a shower first.

Ogihara Akira shrugged, turned and went into the bathroom.

Watching Ogihara Ming go to the bathroom, Shi Yu's tone was a little bit sullen, but the indifferent appearance caused most of the anger to remain in her heart.

She sat up, held her legs on the bed and thought about it for a long time, then wrapped the quilt and went out the door.

When Ogihara Akira came out after washing, he saw a bed without a quilt.

This……

Of course, there are spare quilts that Nanami has washed and dried in the closet, but it is unnecessary, really unnecessary.

It's actually quite interesting for a lover to lose his temper occasionally, but it's a lack of meaning to be obedient, not to mention this method of losing his temper is also very interesting and worth coaxing.

Ogihara Ming turned around and went to Shiyu's room, and saw her buried in two quilts, to be precise, covering one bed and hugging the other, which was enviably comfortable.

So he closed the door, went to the bed decisively, lifted the quilt, lay in, and turned into a quilt, hugging a soft and fragrant girl and adding a quilt.

perfect.

But obviously, the girl in her arms doesn't think it's perfect.

"Excuse me, Mr. Ogihara, have you washed it well? Have you rubbed off a layer of skin?"

"That's too exaggerated. The skin is the best protective layer of the human body. Even if it gets smelled, it won't burrow into the skin."

"Can you guarantee that not a single odor molecule remains?"

"To this level of refinement, even if I go out normally, I have to get it..."

"That's right, can you go to my bed after you haven't been out for at least a day in the future?"

"Although these words are still in line with your personality, they always feel a little crooked... Have you watched the Story series too much?"

"Yes, I really want to pick up the scissors and scrape off your skin with the most serious and meticulous attitude, so that you can become the cleanest person in the world."

"Ha, this kind of practice that will kill people, let's wait until you reduce your weight to five kilograms..."

Ogihara Akira yawned, adjusted his posture a little, and planned to sleep just like that.

And yawning is contagious.

Shi Yu couldn't help yawning, and regained the sleepiness from lack of sleep. She moved a little unhappily, but couldn't break free from Ogihara Akira's arms.

Not to mention the feeling of being held from behind is also very comfortable.

She curled her lips in annoyance, suppressed her heart, which was beating fast because of the intimate contact, and regarded Akira Ogihara behind her as a special pillow with a strange shape and touch.

After confirming that Akira Ogihara did not move further, and trying to hypnotize herself to believe it was just a pillow, she also closed her increasingly sleepy eyelids.

Report the update problem, the dead line the day before yesterday led to the update at 7:8. It was counted as yesterday, and then I went to bed at 2:4 and got up at [-]:[-] in the afternoon. There were two calls in the middle. The people were basically stupid, and I got a call from a friend at [-]:[-] and decided to go out. relax for a moment.

I went to a massage parlor and got beaten up, drank a drink with a sore back, went home at 9 o'clock and continued to be stupid, couldn't keep up with writing a few hundred words, and went to sleep until 8 am.