The ceiling of combat power is actually myself

To be honest, snacks like apple candy are too sweet and greasy for a person like me who pays attention to the combination of sweet and salty.

However, I am a troublesome guy who is obsessed with the sense of ritual. On a slightly special day like the summer festival, I still have to eat apple candy so that I don’t feel that my soul is missing.

As a result, the teeth pierced the sugar shell, bit off the clear coat in a short crisp sound, and the next second, the sweetness delivered by the tip of the tongue pierced the forehead and distorted the face.

hiss……

Feel like cavities.

"How does it taste? Is it sweet?"

Obviously suppressed the chuckle that was about to overflow, Gojo Satoru, who thought it was very interesting and had been watching my every move while eating, asked at this time.

"Well, it's too..."

Just wanted to tell the truth.

After thinking about it, I thought that after all, my boyfriend bought it specially after waiting in line for so long, and it is acceptable to gradually adapt to it...

So in the end, he just nodded slightly and made a slightly duplicity evaluation:

"delicious."

After thinking about it, he rotated the bamboo stick to the place where it was not bitten, and handed it out.

"But if you are enlightened, you will like this taste more than I do."

"...!"

Sensing my initiative to feed him at this time, the white-haired boy seemed a little surprised.

Compared with the daytime, the cool wind blows gently, blowing the pale hair closer to me.

I saw the corners of Gojo Satoru's lips slowly curved up, and then, he naturally put a hand on my shoulder and leaned forward slightly.

At the same time, the other big palm completely covered my hand holding the stick, and I leaned forward to bite the candy apple that was pointing in his direction.

Because of this action, the two of us got closer again.

When I turned my face, I could see that he was about to rub lightly on my slightly drooping snow-colored eyelashes, and there were only a few of them.

The breath on his body is also warm.

Rolling my eyes, the similar distance and situation inevitably reminded me of the kiss that two people had in that surrounded street not long ago.

……

really.

Thinking about it now, I still feel very dissatisfied.

I ask myself, I can be regarded as an activist who can seize opportunities most of the time.

So without much hesitation, taking advantage of Gojo Satoru's lips slightly revealing his teeth, he shortened the distance and moved closer...

The lips that were still stained with the residual sugar smell just stuck on it.

"—"

Separate soon.

At best, I just took a small sip and pressed the taste of apple candy on it.

"How does it taste? Is it sweet?"

After the successful sneak attack, Shiratori quickly backed away, throwing the same question that Gojo Satoru asked not long ago.

The slightly squinted eyes, the small tip of the tongue unconsciously licking the lips, from the perspective of the latter, seems to be deliberately seductive.

"Ah, it's very sweet," the palm retracted to cover up his face at this time, "but..."

Obviously not enough.

A brief pause followed by a belated loss of control.

Cling to, entangle.

Hot and wanton.

Melted icing and temperature blend in the mouth.

The weak and loose palms in the process...

The bitten apple rolled to the ground.

The icing crushes.

"Oh, what a pity."

"Obviously I haven't had time to taste it yet."

So--

Ever since, it was the next best thing, and it was even more reason to snatch the sweetness from the girl's lips and teeth that she would not have time to taste in the future.

It became more and more wanton, and it became more and more intensified.

……

candy apples...

It's really sweet.

……

Let me try some more.

...

……

"It's too much..."

"Well~"

"Too much Gojo Satoru!"

I never imagined that my gentle boyfriend would kiss so wildly and intensely one day.

After the end, the girl with wet eyes, leaning against the other's chest, blushing and panting, half complained and half blamed, lightly tapped the arm that came up from the circle.

Limp, obviously not yet regained strength.

"Sorry."

There was a rare bit of apology in the lazy and satisfied low voice.

My face was held up again, and I just wanted to stop struggling, but I was pressed against a cheek with the same body temperature or even more heat and just rubbed it lightly.

"Because it was the first time that the little white bird kissed me without saying hello."

"I'm very happy, um...it's better to say, a little bit over excited."

"Then you don't have to bully people like this?" Deciding to argue, I showed him his crimes, "The mouth was gnawed..."

No more candy apples.

Pity.

"Huh? Broken?"

To my surprise, Gojo Satoru was a little nervous after hearing this.

At the moment, I no longer indulged myself to rub around, but my eyes became less serious, and my palms were pressed against my face, and I gently moved sideways towards the bright spot.

Finally, the tip of the thumb slowly touched the tooth marks on the lips that had not dissipated.

Rubbing down a little bright red.

"Hiss, don't touch it."

Frowning, I broke his hand away.

"Hmm...it's difficult." Gojo Satoru closed his eyes in distress and shook his head, "My reversal magician can only heal himself."

In the end, I could only pat the back of my head comfortingly.

"I can't help it, it's all because of the little white bird who came over to peck me like a little bird, okay?"

"Let's see if you dare to—"

This guy.

In the end, you still have to throw the pot on others? ?

"If I still dare, I will... um."

As I said, I accidentally touched the pain again.

So he could only cover his poached eyes, press the wound on his lips to temporarily hide it, and puffed out his cheeks to relieve the pain.

hateful.

It's not too late for a girl to take revenge for ten years.

Yes, I swear.

I'm definitely going to bully back next time.

After all, I, Nikolai Shiratori, am super vengeful.

"Hahaha, please do this to me again."

He smiled comfortably, and after laughing, he followed my example and pursed his lips, even biting my bulging cheek aww frighteningly.

"!"

Fortunately, his lips were pursed, but he didn't bite them with his teeth.

"Gojo Satoru, what's going on with you tonight?"

I pushed and shoved the biting cat away, looking up and wanting to complain, only to realize that the person who had bit me just now suddenly turned his head sharply elsewhere, as if he had lost his mind.

No, rather, it was attracted by something else.

"?"

Really.

... very wrong.

I always feel that my boyfriend tonight is a little strange.

The spirit is very strong.

It doesn't matter if you suddenly go crazy and flick someone's lips with your tongue, or bite someone's cheek, even now it's easy to be distracted by other things to attract your attention...

If you want to use a certain animal to describe it——

This guy is acting more like a cat than usual.

……

Thinking about it carefully, the feeling just now is a bit like——

Obviously, one second he was fascinated by teasing his own little cutie, but the next second the ruthless cat at hand is so attracted by the butterflies in the garden, and turns his back to you.

cat ass...

behind...

and many more?

When did Wujo Satoru grow behind him...is that a tail?

I stretched my face in surprise, and looked up at the top of my head again.

As expected, I saw a pair of white fluffy cat ears standing up in spirit.

What's more, the ears trembled unknowingly with the wind blowing in the same direction?

How could it be so—?

Hallucination?curse?

Rubbing his eyes, he opened them again and wanted to check again——

Whether it's the cat's tail or the ears, they completely disappeared as if they had never existed.

"...?"

Maybe I'm too tired.

Thinking about it with the little fingernail, it is impossible for Gojo Satoru to be hit by any curse.

Ever since, he pinched his eyebrows.

After adjusting my state, I turned my head and looked at the direction where the five blue eyes were staring, trying to figure out what the "butterfly" was that attracted the other party's attention at this time.

However, what appeared in sight was...

A girl who happened to pass under the lamp not far away.

female.

jk!

——The girl was talking with her companion next to her, wearing a brightly colored yukata of cherry blossoms.

Her profile looks cute and cute, with a slight upward gentle arc.

I:……

what.

What a cute girl.

She's a girl far cuter than my smile.

……

……

hehe.man.

# # #

In an instant, three wells appeared on the forehead and temples.

I'm hard.The fist hardened.

So under the anger, he didn't care about his handsome face or not, he scratched out his claws, and worked hard on his joints.

I grabbed Gojo Wu's face from left to right, pinched out the flesh, and forcibly straightened him.

On his face was an extremely bright smile that had never appeared before.

"Is it good looking? Pretty? :)"

Ask him softly with a smile.

"Hmm... Howl to see, drifting."

Forced to pout, his pronunciation was somewhat slurred, Gojo Satoru blinked his blue innocent eyes and answered.

There was a slight smile in between.

"You? Talk about other girls in front of me—"

I opened my eyes wide, just about to say something.

He who was already freed, stretched out his hands and gently pinched the cheeks on both sides.

"Are you jealous?"

The thumb slid to my lips and stroked up slightly, causing the corners of the lips to draw an arc closer to a smile.

"I was just thinking about—"

"If the little white bird was dressed like that and passed in front of me with a smile, it would definitely look better and more beautiful, wouldn't it?"

"—I will be moved."

"..."

A few minutes later, with a bunch of five candied haws that I beat out with my own hands *low EQ* Wujo, with a face full of injuries, took my hand to find a nearby kimono shop.

It is said that before the arrival of the summer festival, many nearby girls will come here in advance to order yukatas of specified colors and materials.

Although there are ready-made clothes that can be worn out or even rented in the store, most people still choose to carefully use the selected fabrics to make a set of their own festival costumes.

"Is the little white bird still angry?"

At this time.

"Woo, I will never say such ambiguous words or look at other girls' clothes."

Gojo Satoru squeezed in along with the bubble frame with an exaggerated crying voice.

"Don't be so straight with me..."

Under the eyes, there are noodle tears like a waterfall.

"I'm not angry, I always have this face," I said with a wooden face, shaking the hand held by him, "If I was really angry, would I still be willing to hold you like this?"

It's just a little bit of annoyance.

"Huh? Are you not angry?"

"But, I'm so tired when you look like this."

Gojo Satoru, who was maintaining a difficult posture, was still thinking about it.

"Hey, if the little white bird's hand doesn't lift up a little bit for me to hold, I'll have to squat like this to catch it... So you're still angry, right?"

I:……

My anger gauge:

10/100→100000/100

"you go!!"

I slapped his hand away with the hair all over my head, and left him behind in three steps at a time. I decided to let this inhuman telephone pole stand alone outside the shop.

While typing out the previous automatic avoidance system in my mind, I planned to ask him to help me choose the color of the bathrobe.

At the same time, a famous scene popped up in my head——

Do you want a little milk dog (/) or a little milk cat (Gojo Satoru) for your future object.

Thank you.I want personal if I can.

Calm down and think about it, I was blinded by the cat hair and picked up this boyfriend from nowhere, right?

The system is much more well-behaved and sensible than this person, and it won't make me angry.

If it weren't for the lack of gender, I would have spent my whole life with him. Which round would I get five enlightenments or one enlightenment, two enlightenment, three or four enlightenment? !

Just, get angry.

DK who has nothing to do and wants to bring up his girlfriend to talk about things is scum!

"Hey," on the other side, the system was still making a malicious joke after being called out by me, "Sure enough, even if a rough guy is like a bird, you still care about it... What do you want to wear at the summer festival?" Pretty to show your boyfriend or something."

"It's not for this guy, it's just a sense of ritual!"

"Yes, yes~" Aunt System laughed.

Then, as if he had discovered something, he suddenly said, "Wait, this kimono shop is a long-established brand? The fabrics are very well cut, will it exceed the budget?"

Me: "Then, then rent it..."

Tears of poverty.

System: "Don't. I'll try to crack the god's pesticide code, sell his account and I'll pay for it for you."

Me: "You don't have to."

Anyway, open the door.

While estimating how much spare money he still has, he was about to explain to the welcoming lady boss that he was renting a yukata to go to the summer festival when he came...

Suddenly, he felt his shoulders being gently pressed down with a few fingers by the person who followed behind him.

"All the yukata and kimonos in this store that fit her figure," Gojo Satoru's unique juvenile voice came from the top of his head, "ah, there are also ready-made fabrics for the season, please help me wrap them all—"

system:"!"

I:"!"

fuck.

Am I wearing the wrong book?