[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

The next morning, I woke up in his bed, and he stayed in my room and fell asleep.In a daze, I heard the sound of him opening the door and taking a shower, and I knew he had gone to his morning exercise again regardless of the weather.

What a monster. I did so many physical-consuming things last night, but I still got up early and insisted on exercising. I felt faintly afraid in my heart.

Having such an energetic boyfriend (probably counted), is it a good thing or a bad thing?

After taking a shower, he was naked on the upper body and wrapped in a white towel on the lower body, and pushed open the door of my half-opened room.

I pulled the quilt up to the neck to reduce the exposed skin area. I wanted to close my eyes and pretend to be asleep, but his graceful and smooth body lines were too tempting to see. I couldn't close my eyes since he entered the room.

"Did you sleep well?" With the fragrance of dried flower shower gel, he walked to my bed, sat down, and rubbed my hair.

I rubbed against the pillow, and my eyes just fell on his lower abdomen. His penis exudes a strong hormone, and every muscle that has become more plump and swollen due to morning exercise seems to contain endless sexy tension .

My heart was beating wildly, and my body was agitated by the memory of last night.I hugged my body tightly under the quilt, suppressing the strange desire that surged up.

What the hell did he put on me last night?

"Well, I slept very well and didn't have a dream." I stared at the tassels of the pillow and said softly.

"Aren't you going to Poirot? It seems to be almost eight o'clock..." I reminded him, wanting him to leave the airless room quickly.

I suddenly realized that the quilt on my body, including the bed sheets underneath, were all his usual use, soaked in his breath, my body became even hotter.

"I'm off this morning, and I took a substitute yesterday." He blinked at me, and a sly smile flickered like broken glass on the beach.

Then he reached out and lifted my quilt, and when I reacted to stop it, he had already seized the opportunity and firmly held the corner of the quilt in his hand.

I instinctively shielded my chest.

But when his palm touched my skin, my head suddenly became hot, and all my rationality faded away instantly. When they returned again, I was already curled up in sweat and gasping for breath.

(Please make up your mind about what happened)

He kissed my forehead one last time, with a contented look on his face, and wrapped himself in the towel again.

He picked me up and carried me into the bathroom together.I curled up limply in his arms, clawing at his chest with my paws like a cat.

In some hot water, we kissed together again, and the surging heat all over my body made me lose to his teasing again. I put my arms around his neck, and one leg tightly hooked his waist, to experience again Gained the pleasure of floating on the clouds.

In the end, it was as if my bones had been taken out of me. If it wasn’t for his support, I wouldn’t even be able to stand firmly, but he was still smearing bath lotion on my body and groping me dishonestly.

"Stop...stop..." I wriggled to express *masked keywords*, I can't go on estrus anymore, I still have a little life in my stomach, too frequent excitement in the early stages of pregnancy is not good for the stability of the fetal image.

So I had to get rid of the culprit that was making me unbearable.

He "cut", seemed to realize that he had gone too far, spread his hands, and exited the bathroom obediently.I propped myself against the wall alone, and finally washed myself clean.

Terrible, this man.Half an hour of variable-speed running, [-] push-ups, [-] rope skipping, and an unknown number of inverted sit-ups. After doing all of these once, I still have the strength to force me twice...

Isn't he really a genetically mutated superhuman?I thought dumbfoundingly while wiping my body.

I rubbed my belly and said to the surprisingly quiet baby in my belly:

"If you are a boy, you can't be as lustful as your father in the future, and you must be gentle with girls. If you are a girl, please...don't be as dark as your father..."

There was a slight squirm in my stomach, I don't think it was an illusion.