[Comprehensive] Ambition Execution

You Jump I Jump!

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Qian Baye would be so provocative, he would have been Oscar's Best Actor long ago, and not a rough man who doesn't even have time to masturbate!

Although Yamada Taro's physical fitness is not as good as that of Xanxus, Fu Jian, and Kim Soo-cheol, but his reaction speed is also first-rate, but even if he suddenly turned around to pull Mimura Toto, Senba-ye almost flashed his waist!Originally, it was no problem to pull Mimurato with the strength of Master Qianba's wrist, but the snow under his feet couldn't resist the inertia, and the soles of Master Qianba's feet slipped, so he and Mimurato also fell off the short cliff!

1800 hugged Mimura Toya tightly in mid-air, and slammed his shoulders and back into the snow deeply.Even though the snow in Hakone was so thick this year, and I fell from a height of more than 4 meters, 1800 still felt a huge shock in my internal organs, and I was pushed to my stomach by Mimura, and I almost spit out the rice balls.

It has been said that Master Qianba is not a sensationalist. As a rough guy, after being mentally stimulated and falling unhappily, he immediately became angry: "You bastard, you are sick..."

The irritable words came to an abrupt end, and 1800 felt a drop of water slide down his neck.

1800 paused, panicked a little: "Yu, Yucun, where did you fall?!"

Although he was the one behind him, but 1800 was suddenly uncertain-how could Mimura Toya be the one who cried casually!Where does it hurt? !The panic-stricken 1800 wanted to use his hands to confirm Mimura Toya's condition, but he didn't dare to touch it casually - after all, if there is an internal injury or bone misalignment, he can't move casually.

The man on the body lay motionless, but tears continued to fall on 1800's collar and neck.It's still hot.

Although the stunned Qian Baye couldn't connect to the brain circuit of the elite youth, he also intuitively felt that this was not physical crying. 1800 followed his intuition—though hesitantly—put his arms around Toya Mimura.

——Although Mr. Numeric doesn't like the jabbering of men and mothers, but I don't know why I can't stand it when I want Mimura to cry.

Toya Mimura's eyelashes were still a little wet, but 1800 did not find tears on his raised face.It was snowing again in the sky, and Mimura Toya also stretched out his hands to brush away the little snow that had accumulated on 1800's face with a cold face, eyebrows, hair... not gently but carefully brushing away those snow flakes before melting.

1800 feels a bit unbearable.

...Although his mind is not good enough for delicate matters, his instinct tells him very clearly that he likes to be treated so carefully by Mimura Toya, especially when Mimura Toya still has red eye circles expressionlessly—it feels like Wanting to kiss him like (my) good wife who bullied me...

No, Master Qianba seems to have broken something somewhere, and he is sore and numb.

But the rescue of the beauty is over—I believe that Mr. Mimura will not blame him for taking action under this situation—let’s just let this scene be over!Since he was sitting under Mimura Toya and couldn't get up, 1800 turned his eyes away and stopped looking at Mimura Toya,... What if he couldn't help but kiss him after watching it!

Mimura Toya's fingers paused slightly, and retracted.

...How long will I have to lie in the snow...

Qianba-san stood upright in the snow, looking slightly sad at the tiny snowflakes floating on one side.

Fortunately, Mimura didn't intend to stay in the riding position all the time. Following a rustling sound, the weight on his body became lighter. 1800 turned around and saw that Mimura was still on top of him, but he just half-kneeled up. At the same time, he opened the wallet in his pocket and rummaged through it hastily.Then I just dumped the wallet down, and things like membership cards and credit cards fell into the snow, uh... There was also a small tube and a condom.

……

Chiba-san is also a man, it is impossible to ignore such a big slot in the wallet.

Becoming unnatural or something... not at all!

Then at 1800, Mimura Toto also loosened his trouser belt, opened the tube thinner than a woman's lipstick, and squeezed cream/milk on his hands (after all, he is not a digital gentleman who has never used skin care products for women) Indicates that it can only be described by things like salad dressing).Although very curious, given his current cold relationship with Mimura Toya, it seems that he shouldn't be so familiar...

But continuing to lie dead and ignore it can't be done!

Mimura also pulled down her panties...

Although the trousers were pulled back a little because of the windbreaker, 1800 could still see Mimura Toto stretching his ointment-stained fingers behind him.Although the angle of view cannot be rotated, it can be judged from Toya's slightly undulating wrist that his fingers are constantly moving... 1800 carefully glanced at Mimura's face, and saw that he squinted slightly, as if he was enduring something hard, But that look of patience... I don't know if it's an illusion... It seems a little perverted...

Although 1800 doesn't know what Mimurato is doing, but such an ambiguous posture, details full of yellow signals... the man's instinct makes 1800 inexplicably excited.

Rolling his Adam's apple, 1800 felt a little parched. Even though he was still lying on the snow, he didn't feel the cold anymore.

Mimura Toto also opened his eyes, and 1800 saw the black pupils shimmering in the cold night.Mimura also turned sideways, the trousers that had receded to the heels of his legs made his movements a little bumpy, but the windbreaker covered the back, so there was no abnormality.Mimura also carried the 1800 on his side, touched his hand, then pulled it into the windbreaker and put it on his waist.

Skin zero distance.

The moment the warm waist touched the cold palm, both of them couldn't help shivering.

1800 felt the touch in his hand, and his memory returned to the night when he was confused by alcohol, and he was a little dazed for a while.

As a straight man who only has masturbation experience (is it right?), 1800 really doesn’t know what Mimura Toya was doing before and what he is doing now... But this does not prevent him from holding Mimura Toya’s delicate and tight waist Limbs, a little bit of that...um, reaction.

Mimura Toto also waited for a while before 1800's action. He fumbled for 1800's belt belt with his reversed palm, and took off his pants clumsily with one hand.

...Wait, what's wrong with this plot!

[...I am the wrong plot, the camera is blacked out...] In the second half of the night, the snowflakes became bigger and denser.

There is an irregular human pit on the snow under the short cliff, and on the compacted snow in the pit, a few bloodstains fall like bright red plum blossoms.

Mimura also woke up feeling unwell.

Cold sweat, abdominal cramps, lightheadedness.

But before analyzing his own health condition, he took the lead in subconsciously looking around——

A Japanese room, from the decoration style, it is a room of a hot spring hotel.There was no one in the room, he was lying on the tatami.Warm light low yellow.Before dawn, the snow was silently rustling on the window.

Taro Yamada... is not here...

Mimura Toto also bent down suddenly, and was hit by a wave of pain in his body.He leaned on the wall and walked to the toilet. The man in the mirror was pale and embarrassed.

Probably because of a fever, the body is very cold, but the forehead is warm.

Mimura Toto was also sitting on the toilet, his body twitching - because every time his private mouth was involved, there would be a burst of pain.

I don't know if it's blood in the stool or anal fissure, but there are bright red blood stains on the paper towel, and it's a bit scary to faint on the paper towel.It took Mimurato three sheets to wipe it clean.I could feel the bulge outwards through a tissue.

Still feeling uncomfortable in his stomach, Mimura Toto also felt the ups and downs of consciousness, thinking that the situation might not be good.If you just passed out in the toilet like this, it would be terrible if your classmates found out...

At this moment, a small voice came from outside the paper door, because it was still early in the morning, Mimura could hear it clearly: "..."

"...Are you also worried about Mimura-kun?"

"...Yeah, isn't Mimura-kun drunk... I don't know how it is now? Will it be uncomfortable to wake up?"

"By the way, where is Yamada-kun?"

"After sending Yucun back in the middle of the night yesterday, I went back..."

"..."

Sure enough, have you left yet?

Even... can't you keep it...

Mimura didn't have the energy to listen to the conversation outside the door anymore, another colic caused him to bend his tense spine, and he buried his pale face with his hands.

The author has something to say:

Sing with me, oh~poor little local tyrant~oh~poor little local tyrant~After writing this slippery, wet and beautiful chapter, I suddenly felt... fell!Why do I change the writing style every two chapters? ! !Is it my illusion? ! !Tell me I'm alone! ! !

Because the atmosphere does not allow a foreshadowing to hide away, the local tyrant Jin felt that he couldn't hold on to his buttocks. [Shut up, please don't collapse] So he called for help, so a certain soy sauce demon king made another appearance.Then the protagonist can rekindle his old love with the local tyrant Jin [Shut up and don't spoil it].