The ceiling of combat power is actually myself

I was deceived.

Like those situations in anime and games, where just by penetrating your lover's mouth with your finger, you can make the other person's face flushed and eyes moist--it turns out that in reality, it doesn't exist at all!No!live!exist!

If you think about it carefully, it should be just a performance effect.

Just like now, I was looking forward to making my boyfriend look good, but I should have been in the dominant position at the beginning, but when the tip of the tongue of the other party was close, intentional or unintentional, I became embarrassed.

fuck.

I really am still too thin-skinned.

This kind of shameful thing can't be done, can't be done.

So in the end, in order not to leave the scene in such a mess, I just scratched Gojo Satoru's fangs that felt a little itchy to the touch for a little while, and then exited and pinched half of his face, and that was the end of it.

"Eh—is that all?"

Bai Mao tilted his head towards me, and there was an obvious unsatisfied desire in his eyes.

Seeing that he was a little listless, but he didn't ask for anything again, he was inexplicably soft-hearted.

I think, if there are really ears on the top of this big head, it probably droops a little bit now, and falls into the arc of some airplane ears.

Ugh……

Looking back, it seems that I was the one who took advantage every time. On the other hand, Gojo Satoru was always patient and patient.

For one reason or another, I seldom get anything, even a pleasant feeling, from me.

"Well, if you don't hate it," I hesitated, rubbed his soft-haired head with a clean hand, and whispered, "Shall I kiss you?"

"Shin...?" he asked.

"Stretch, stretch."

Passed quickly and indistinctly.

In fact, at the beginning, I only planned to nibble on the beautiful neck a little bit.

Who knew that the rhythm was taken away inexplicably.

Sure enough, in terms of thick skin, I really can't compare with him.

To be able to say it so bluntly...

So, this is "candy for crying children".

Blinking his eyes, the white-haired boy who was leaning against the back of the chair found a comfortable angle, and looked again at the girl who pursed her lips back and forth a few times, as if she was struggling to overcome her shyness.

The light-colored eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the tangled look made one unable to resist the desire to hold this little one in his arms, and sniff the comforting smell wrapped around his body greedily.

Many thoughts sprang up in my heart, the tip of my tongue touched the slightly itchy fangs on the upper row, and I wanted to just stare at Wutiao for a while, when I suddenly felt that my eyes went dark, and my eyes were covered and covered by Shiratori's hand stand up.

"You are not allowed to look at me, and you are not allowed to peek with your six eyes," the other party agreed with him for three chapters, "and you are not allowed to move around, you know?"

It's kind of... shy.

Obviously, they have already done more in-depth things than this.

Gojo Satoru hooked the corners of his lips, and let out a low, lazy "hmm".

Like a cat waking up from a nap and yawning with its tongue curled up, it complied.

The next moment, the lips touched the familiar soft touch.

First, they touched each other with small mouthfuls, which was not considered a kiss, but rather made him feel that he was a big blessing for others to taste.

As for the girl, she was tentatively and reservedly licking the outermost layer of glutinous rice skin, making it itchy, and she wanted to make people laugh physically.

"..."

Sensing the knuckles being pinched by the holding hand, the crow-feather-like eyelashes under the other palm fluttered a few times, and there was a somewhat impatient and urging signal.

The slightly itchy Shiratori paused for a moment, and then seemed to have made up his mind, and finally stopped lingering outside, but mustered up the courage to poke the tip of his tongue a little, and pushed it into the interior of the Daifuku dessert.

Soon, it was wrapped in soft, hot temperature.

My heart skipped a beat.

I was a little nervous and didn't know how to act, but gradually, as if being led by the lingering light creamy sweetness, I worked hard to do unskilled things.

Hooking, pecking, sucking, rubbing... green and clumsy.From time to time, I have to stop, think, frown, and try again carefully.

Work very, very hard.

Until it is a little sour.

……

Feel the part being held by the big hand tightening.

From the very first touch, it turned into a ten-finger clasping with a larger contact surface.

Feeling that she had done her best and became a little hypoxic, the girl finally withdrew unevenly, worried that her lover would be dissatisfied, and finished with a few superficial embellishments.

……

Tweet.

Choo Choo Choo.

Strange sounds like this kept spinning in my head.

It's as if as long as the background sound is louder, I can cover up the shameful sound of water that I brought up to make my scalp tingle.

I spent all my life's shame bars, and I finally thought that it would be a perfect ending, but who knows the reality is--before I can withdraw my palm from Gojo Wu's eyes, the other wrist is already grasped by sudden force.

Then, with a light push, he fell back and fell directly on the empty desk that was vacated.

Above the head, the ceiling is no more familiar.

"!!"

"Wait... Gojo Satoru?"

Shocked, she lowered her voice and called him.

What what what?

Does he want to be in the classroom...?

Although to be honest—

I also really want to try it in [-]D.

But does it really matter?The nitro and summer oil outside...

Ah is gone.

Is it the vending machine outside?

But reason tells me that it really doesn't work.

Standing up slowly, I lowered my gaze to the guy who pressed my entire back against the desk, with his fluffy white head resting lightly on his stomach.

Really, even if it was him a little further down, I swear I would kick someone in the face right away.

It's really...a subtle position.

"Are you excited?"

I asked, stretching out my hand to scratch my ear, which I could easily reach.

It's just a little hot.

"No." Gojo Satoru raised half of his face, his eyes were still clear, "It's just... the little white bird is too cute, foul."

The tone is also the usual upbeat and a bit skinny: "I just want to push it down a little bit--"

"..."

Oh, I got it.

Read it as "You're so cute" and write it as "Kiss sucks".

Crumb man.

However, this crumbly white hair seems to be really happy, although being kissed by me didn't cause desire. It's just like a child who was rewarded with a head pat or Hanamaru...

For this result, it still makes me feel a little bit down.

But... well, forget it, it's not bad to be able to do this.

Anyway, I am a baby with no experience, and I have already laid down, Ren laughed.

I really can't keep up with the speed at which you can grow A in this aspect.

"Um--"

Sensing that the head that was still rubbing his belly just now was lifted up, he seemed to remember and wanted to do something again after a while.

"Why? It's so itchy..."

I was too lazy to get up for the time being, shook my legs, and asked.

"It's nothing, but be patient a little longer."

"?"

Feeling baffled, I raised my body and frowned.

I was a little puzzled, just looking at him with an exploratory face, looking at the little white mice or rabbits on the test bench at this time, stretching out his palms to gesture at my abdomen, and measuring something.

Serious enough to look scary, his fingers rub against the material of the clothes from time to time, giving people the horrible illusion that this guy is going to... angrily poke my belly button in a second.

What's the matter...Have Gojo Satoru also watched the warm and lovely healing drama "From the Abyss"?

It hurts to poke your belly button.

Thinking about it, I lifted my leg, and I was about to put one foot on the table and get up with strength.

As a result, he quickly blocked the first leg lift, grabbed my ankle and pulled me down, pushing me back onto the table.

"Don't do this in front of others," he closed his eyes and glanced at me, admonishing, "It will disappear."

"..."

For a moment, he was speechless.

If you think about it, you know how it is possible to be overthrown so easily by others.

Anyway, I am also a woman who can resist Gojo Satoru in his deep sleep and insert him like a carrot between the bed cracks.

Besides, don't you straight guys know that there is something called "safety pants" in the world?

"Come here." He didn't care about my expression of looking at the ignorant boy at all, and he opened his hand towards me, "Hold you down."

Me: "...Huh?"

A bit overkill.

But, who can refuse the hug from the beautiful big cat?

Turning sideways, I also stretched out my hands, and soon, Gojo Satoru, who had been prepared, was easily caught and held in his arms... not at all.

I don't know what went crazy again, he suddenly grabbed my arms like a rabbit's ears on a whim, and tentatively picked them up.

The heels were dangling in front of his legs like this, trying to knock or not.

"Wujo Satoru," at this moment, even if I am as gentle as an angel like water, I can't help but get angry, "Do you want to be beaten?——"

"Oh?"

He was still messing with me, moving me and his arm to the top of his head for a while, and bringing it down again for a while.

I was suspended in the air like a crazy person, and then fell back to the ground.

This treasure, is it cosplaying some kind of fitness equipment for the elderly?

After all this, his mouth was still babbling: "What did you call me just now?"

"Wujowu#"

"Wow, that's so strange... Obviously, didn't you yell like that on the bed yesterday?"

"..."

Afterwards, the two single dogs who were out for a walk, just watched Wujo Wuti, who had unlocked a new way of playing, and the figure of the white bird with the black face of low pressure tactics passing leisurely.

"It's really a test to fall in love with a guy like you who thinks about it and thinks about it..." Jiarui Nizi opened his mouth and made precise complaints, "Thanks for your hard work, little white bird."

"Wu, to be honest, really, girls would prefer a posture like a princess hug, rather than holding the collar or..." Xia Youjie paused, "Or a strange kidnapper like you .”

They can't stand it anymore, okay...

"Huh? But this seems to help grow taller?" Wujo Satoru said.

"It will only make the arms longer." Nitzi supported his forehead, "Speaking of which, what kind of obsession do you have about this kid's height recently?"

Xia Youjie: "Well, I always feel that I care more than myself."

"Not at all." Baimao scratched his face as his gaze wandered.

Gojo Satoru was finally willing to put me back on the ground before I was stretched by the gibbon.

It was also at this time that Teacher Noctua, whom we truant students least wanted to see, also happened to come over.

"You guys..." He looked at the nitrate and summer oil that quickly extinguished the smoke with a guilty look, sighed as if he was used to it, and finally turned to us on the other side, "Wu Tiao, don't bully/lead good students."

Then the eyes seemed to be attracted by the hands held by the two people and the strange white traces inadvertently rubbed on the uniform by the fingertips.

Night Moth: ...

Pupil earthquake.

Obviously a misunderstanding.

Gojo Satoru and I looked at each other, let go of our hands at the same time, and distanced ourselves a little.

"Well, it's not what you think." I opened my hand to show the class teacher, "This is actually cream, really."

"Well, I understand," the teacher said in a deep voice with an open-minded face, "Young man, it's okay to fall in love, but don't be too intense."

"..."

Meow, he said it all...

Forget it, anyway, in places like colleges and universities, there are not many normal human beings in the ordinary sense, whether teachers or students.

I give up my defense.

After Shiratori Gojo Satoru and Shiratori Gojo Satoru, who were sent back to their dormitory to clean up by Ye Mozhengdao, left, the former simply informed Xia Youjie of the exorcism mission in a certain village, and then left again.

"Is it okay to go alone?" He smoked again, looking at the young man beside him, "You seem to be preoccupied recently, do you need psychological counseling?"

Although it looks the same on the outside, after all, he has been with Xia You for a year, and someone who knows Xia You somewhat has noticed some subtle changes in this person recently.

And this change, if she remembers correctly, seems to have started to happen on the day she learned that Shiratori and Gojo were officially in a relationship...