The ceiling of combat power is actually myself

It wasn't until I referred to the bumpy love history of other couples that I realized that the speed of progress between Gojo Satoru and me was very wrong.

It was night, and when I returned to the college, I sat on the chair with my chin up, glanced at the white-haired man who occupied the entire bed in my dormitory, and read the comic book without any outward appearance, thinking so.

"Are you going to stay here overnight?"

The swivel chair swiveled, I asked.

Over there, he stopped half-lying and swinging his legs, and looked at me with beautiful blue eyes.

Gojo Satoru: "Otherwise the hotel is fine?"

"..."

All!explain!up!

Give me a little awareness of the fact that the progress between the two is too fast!

Alas, but I have no position to accuse the other party.

If I hadn't accidentally learned about the emotional journey of the young couple I met during the day, I probably wouldn't have been able to immediately notice what was wrong with the current speed.

Finally, I can understand a little bit. Nitro often complains that he can't keep up with my mood when I was in the brain circuit.

As for the "that couple" used as a reference for the template, in fact, there is one more thing I skipped during the day and did not elaborate.

At that time, when we found Huiqian in Pachinko, a college student who happened to be working in the shop discovered something was wrong.

After inquiring that the lonely child was indeed looking for the parents, the blond-haired, fish-eyed worker thoughtfully called his girlfriend to come to the rescue.

It is said to be a rescue, but it is actually to find a trustworthy person to help watch the child, and wait for the parents to find it so as not to get lost.

And when Fu Heisher and I came to find us, we naturally expressed our gratitude to the kind worker and his girlfriend who looked very much like Tong Xiangyu in the Chinese channel "Wulin X".

And because I was very concerned about the state of these two people who are clearly a couple, but even holding hands are stumbling, wanting to touch and give up, I immediately asked the question-"How long have you two been dating?"

"Hey! This...!"

Tong Xiang... Ms. Hui Ye immediately seemed to be stepped on the tail when she heard the words, and slapped away the hand that her boyfriend was about to shake after finally mustering up the courage for the first half of her life.

"It's disgusting, well, me and the president... um, ahem."

Her little face was flushed red, and her toes kept drawing circles on the ground like a shy girl would do.

Ah, just looking at the appearance, I thought it was a very cold personality.

"Ahaha!" The boyfriend next to her immediately scratched his head exaggeratedly, his originally lifeless eyes turned into mosquito coils, "This question! This is a good question! Haha, are you right, Hui, Huihui Huihui cough cough cough... night!"

He was still talking incomprehensible words, and used up the courage of the rest of his life to be vague and took the opportunity to call his girlfriend's name.

"?"

Immediately, I and Fu Heisher, who was also looking puzzled while smoking a cigarette, looked at each other, and we both saw deep puzzlement in each other's eyes.

He said in his heart that this blond Mr. Bai Yin, who looks like a cultivator, looks like his girlfriend, but he just has a high-cold shell.

Really... two lovely guys.

Although I know that my question is a bit impolite, but facing the shy couple who suddenly went out of their wits as if they were insane in the world... I still feel that things will develop so far unexpectedly.

So as kind as I am, I wondered if I should change the subject to show consideration for the two shy ghosts, and at this moment, I saw a pink hair jumping out from the crowd.

"Kaguya-san and the president—"

Like Akua, a voice full of wisdom sounded lively.

"We've been dating since two and a half years ago~ We still liked each other in high school!"

"Yeah, it's really not easy to get to this point, mom... Mom, I'm so happy, wow wow wow wow wow!!"

Said inexplicably cried.

Is this a radio girl or what?

Oh wow, it's abominable, and it also comes with a choppy effect, which is really sour.

In short, there are quite a lot of strange people like this in Pachinko.

In the future, Hui must not be allowed to come to such a place again.

To sum it up, the most important thing I learned from Kaguya Shinomiya and Miyuki Shirogane, a couple who develop at a [normal speed], is——

I, Shiratori, and Gojo Satoru's progress in the relationship between the two of us can't be said to be a train, it can only be said to be a rocket.

If it is faster, I am afraid that it will not be able to fly into space and stand side by side with Xiao Gao.

So - things can't go on like this.

As a girl, I still have to be more or less reserved.

Isn't there a phrase called "the seven-year itch"?

After seven years, love will enter a crisis period of boredom and even conflict.

And the "seven years" obviously refers to the "seven years" of time in the brain.

For example, in terms of the progress speed of Kaguya Baiyin and the couple, the "seven years" between them is the "70 years" in reality.

As for Wutiao and I, who are developing rapidly, the "seven years" on our side may not even last for "seven days".

After all, the chewing gum is chewed too fast, either until the tongue is chewed and a mouthful of blood is chewed, or the taste will soon become tasteless...

In short, after talking about the above, I decided that in the end, in order for me and the boyfriend I met for the first time to go longer and develop more sustainably, the most important thing at present is to slow down a little.

"It's not okay for a girl to be too fast."

Nodding my head, I said this to myself with a serious face.

"What are you mumbling about?"

Over there, the bumbling manga intake has finally stopped.

Then I heard the slight sound of the bed board and the friction of the bedding.

Accompanied by the imaginative sounds in such a peaceful environment, a picture of "toes with a cold white complexion like fine porcelain, rubbing against the quilt and lightly touching the ground" was automatically created in my mind.

Swallow.

"That, actually..."

I temporarily suppressed the thought that something was wrong, turned my head, and was about to speak.

The pupils of the eyes meet each other abruptly, and they look close at hand, like two blue kings inlaid with broken diamonds.

So close.

...Did you use teleportation?

In the next second, the skin and hair were lightly touched by the slightly cool slender fingertips, and Wujo Satoru, who was slowly approaching, fiddled with a few strands of my hair and looked at them carefully.

The serious look that is rarely seen when watching, seems to be looking at something on a deeper level through my appearance.

"Really? Are you tired today?" After a long time, he patted my head, "You worked hard, little white bird."

I was taken aback.

Immediately, I realized that the boy with the "six eyes" ability in front of me might have observed something that I didn't tell him.

"Actually, it's okay, I just used it once when helping the first graders to get rid of them..."

Suddenly, my words stopped.

Tasting it, being praised in such a soft voice, gently rubbing the back of the head like comforting a kid who finished his homework, being treated like this by the man in front of him, for a moment, I felt an indescribable... shyness .

Not just shyness.

With the disappearance of social distance, the edible sweet scent that seems to be floating on this person's body can be faintly smelled.

Is it too close?

Compared to any normal communication before...?

Looking distractedly at the bottom of those eyes, the body seems to be melted into a dangerous blue syrup with bright colors...

In a trance, when the skin touched the air, it was hard to tell whether it was me or his heat, and the consciousness was locked in the oven at high temperature, roasted, dizzy, swollen, and diffused a sweet fragrance.

"..."

Blinking my eyes hard, I slowly turned my face away.

It's too foul to stick it so close as soon as it comes up.

The heart beats a little faster.

The defense line is tight because of this, so it is easy to shake, it seems that my previous entanglement and psychological struggle are very dull.

Why is this person not ashamed to be so close to others?

"Don't get so close."

I said, wanting to retreat with the chair.

But who knows that at this moment, Gojo Satoru changed his original patience and asked "Is it possible" and "Is it possible?" When I was still thinking about rejecting it with restraint, it was surprising to press down on the swivel chair that was about to move. , Possessed directly A came up.

The big hand covering the back of the head slightly exerted force, and half-threateningly faced the young man's beautiful and delicate face again.

Before I could see clearly whether the expression on that person's rejected face was hurt or angry, most of my sight was blocked by frosty hair.The shadow fell, and the familiar slightly sweet smell approached in an instant, completely covering my whole body.

"!??"

The next moment, the pupils shrank suddenly, and there was a touch that had never been experienced on the lips.

Soft and moist.

It makes you lose control of your heart rate and forget to breathe.

At that time, the boy who always had an overly naive dessert taste seemed to have an extremely strong desire to explore at this moment, trying to find a suitable angle, and delicately pecked and kissed the softness of the girl's two petals touched by his lips.

……

Although a little rusty and youthful, but also because she was too slow, the eyes of the girl who was slowly enduring this almost tortured behavior were gradually fogged up, and the end of her eyes were slightly red.

……

"No, no,"

Enough...enough!

I made a slight sound to remind the other party to stop quickly. I didn't know how to breathe. I wanted to struggle again, but I was slightly lost again under the more proficient offensive of the other party's pursuit.

Not good.I frowned and felt it.

It seems that compared to before... more comfortable?

Wait, is this person growth A?

In this way! ?

Not only that, but I can feel the hand that is still holding my head slightly, and the thumb is slightly inserted into the hair, gently and easily circling to appease.

Well... gentle.

"..."

Whether it's being kissed gradually and proficiently, or being rubbed on the head like this, it's so comfortable.

"... "

Woohoo, never mind.

……

Since then, the bird that was trying to blow up its feathers just now turned into a limp noodle without a stand, and fell limply into the seat after being kissed so softly by the falling delicate kisses.

He even disliked being too far away, and took the initiative to reach out his hands shamelessly to circle the boyfriend who was still growing and exploring new tricks, and put his arms around his neck, panting softly and half-ruthlessly brought him closer.

"...Mmmm."

Amidst the blushing sound of water, Shiratori hummed indistinctly.

With a kick of the little foot, the slipper that was in the way was thrown away at will, and the moonlight outside the window licked. The white and dazzling straight legs were slightly raised, bent up, and together with the hands, they clung to and fixed the young man who was trying his best to lean down and lower his height.

Like a flexible plant, Lao Lao was bound to it.

Sensing that the palm of his hand is gradually becoming obedient and docile, the girlfriend who is showing her teeth and claws, narrowed her eyes slightly for Wutiao Comfortable, who was constantly attacking with propriety.

It was at this moment that I was in a good mood to see the girl who was gently swept by the eyelashes and immersed in it, her eyes were tightly closed and her body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

When the other party's consciousness was hazy and turned to cater to him, his bad thoughts stopped here, and the intimacy was hastily interrupted.

"how do you feel?"

The lips parted temporarily, and the tall boy straightened his sore body after bending over for a long time, his head drooped a bit in confusion, just like a petite girl with a koala completely hanging on her body.

"...still, still more."

The words are still breathless.

His chest was slightly heaving, and the blushing Shiratori raised his obviously unsatisfied, especially moist eyes.

But he looked at Gojo Satoru with an expression on the verge of laughing, and lowered his head again in embarrassment.

"Sweet, very comfortable..."

Burying his face deeply in the chest in front of him, he rubbed back and forth irritably, strangely with a hint of coquettishness.

"I still want it, hurry up."

"……puff,"

Wujo, who was successfully pleased by the praise, pursed his lips and smiled sullenly, pulled the back of the chair and threw himself and his accessories on the spacious chair.

Then, laughing like a fish that was thrashing ashore due to lack of water, couldn't stop laughing.

"...?"

Something feels wrong.

Facing the boyfriend who seemed to be mocking me, I raised my head, slowly puffed up my face and frowned, and looked at this white hair that couldn't be restrained, which was no different from half-stepping with a smile on my face.

Seeing that he didn't intend to stop, my patience gradually disappeared, and my reason returned to my head. I poked my feet to find the slippers I had kicked off.

—wanted to get off the idiot's long legs to the ground.

When I came back to my senses, I realized that he and I were sitting in the armchair in such a shameful posture.

He sank into the cushion, and I straddled his long legs at an angle facing him... kind of.

Too much!

"and many more."

But Gojo Satoru seemed shameless and satisfied with this newly unlocked posture, blocking my waist and directly blocking my escape route.

"I was just asking you, how do you feel?"

He flicked the word "Chuan" that I wrinkled towards him, and it flattened.

——"Do you feel that the power loss is a little better? Has the mana come back?"

I:"……"

Ah!

One word hammer wakes up the dreamer.

so!

The thing just now was just serious and pure...

Replenishing magic?

Wait, is there such a setting as "replenishing magic" in this world?

Forget it, the world is messed up and merged together, it seems that there is no need to get entangled in such insignificant things.

It turned out that he just wanted to help me, and he seemed to be immersed in it here...

God!

So, thinking about this, I squinted my eyes and stared at him with a smile, my cheeks flushed and I covered my whole face, and my voice was like a mosquito:

"much better."

"Yeah." I can imagine Gojo Gojo's eyebrows crooked, smiling brightly, and his clear voice came to my ears, "Then—that's good~"

It is also conceivable how this person laughed at me triumphantly in his heart at this time!

Being played/teasing?

Too much!

Just when I wanted to maintain the status quo of covering my face and shut myself up for more than ten, twenty or ten minutes, and retaliated to numb the person's legs and feet, I suddenly felt two arms being grasped and gently clasped together by open hands. The upper stripped down.

Gojo Satoru: "So, do you want more?"

The tone that was a little frivolous and playful before suddenly became low, suppressing some unknown secret emotion, making the voice a little hoarse and unreasonable.

"Ai?"

Curling my fingers nervously, I looked at the boy who was staring at me with a little aggressiveness.

"More, more in-depth, more comfortable things," he said each word very slowly, with obvious invitations in his words, "...do you still want it?"

"!"

It's shameful... my heart is moved.

"If you want, the little white bird should be more frank?" Touching my lips suggestively, and stroking it closely, "Hey, tell me, come to me——"

Have you started to become, completely, undisguised, bad character?

Getting excited, man.

That being the case, I also decided to be honest with him as a boyfriend.

"Yes, please give me more."

I say.

That's right, there is no need to refer to other people's practices from the beginning.

I like him, I want to be close, I want to be touched by this person, I don't want to be patient.

So, was he spotted and "taught" by him?

How to put it, to a certain extent, I really have the potential to be a "teacher".

"Good boy."

Hearing the satisfactory answer, Gojo Satoru gave a generous compliment with a smile.

"So, shall we begin now?"

The back of the neck was pasted, and I rubbed it with my fingertips.

With his fluffy head approaching, he rubbed against my ear with a soft and gentle voice:

"If you can't hold on, I will help."

"..."