[Net King] Gently kill the crane

Then a little bit downward, pushing back the critical line of no return.

Just let them have no way out.

Tsurumi was surrounded by deep despair, she was afraid to continue, but she was also afraid that he would give up.From the moment he pronounced "Justalittle fall of rain", she was enveloped in this despair.It was the libretto of Ai Panni’s self-deception before she died. She fantasized that Marius looked at her because of love, but Marius just comforted the dying girl out of kindness, and then stepped over her body to read the lover’s writing. love letter.

Cruel, hopeless, unrequited love.

She already knew.He used her, lied to her.But he also has times when he is sincere and gentle, and he tries his best to protect the girl who lives in his house.So it was right for him to deceive her, after all, she and the person who hurt the girl were good friends.

It's just an emotional choice.

She deserves it all.When Eponine sang "Inmylife" in despair, she in the audience broke down in tears with her on the stage.

Before "Cosette" completely looked away from him, she wanted to do her best to make use of the little bit of guilt he had left for her to earn a little bit of the past.At least, she can still have memories.

Atobe's movements stopped at the most embarrassing moment, Tsurumi couldn't look at him.Her legs were exposing the most intimate part to him in an extremely awkward position, and he was stopping there.

She should have been shy, but in fact she felt only embarrassment and despair.With one-sided sacrificial feelings, she shamelessly exposed herself to a man she didn't know well enough to manipulate her naked body.

What was she to him?

After a while, Tsurumi finally understood the reason why Atobe stopped.The hard desire that was resisting her breasts urgently needed to be vented, but there was no way to get in.Miyoshi Tsurumi has no experience, nor has he watched actionvideo, so he cannot guide him.He also seems unable to direct himself.She really didn't expect Atobe to be inexperienced.

What a stupid thing she'd done—to extend an invitation with unimaginable courage, even though she never thought Atobe would say yes.Ever since the invitation was issued, she has been nervous, too nervous to face the real world.But the absurd drama she directed seems doomed.

Tsurumi suddenly felt a long-lost sense of relief.

The hard object belonging to Keigo Atobe was still pressing against her groin, and the anxiety of being rejected made it a little hot, sticking to her skin, sharp and pitiful.Stubbornly, he banged her buttocks in vain.

However, that position seems wrong, right?

An irrepressible sense of ridiculousness covered her shyness, she lost the restraint on her vocal cords, let it vibrate, and let out a hearty and untimely laugh, "Atobe, so you can't do it either!"

Her eyes suddenly sharpened when she saw Atobe.

Just now, she said the worst sentence in her life.

"Oh, no, I mean, I mean, I didn't know you were inexperienced. Oh, I mean, I'm not laughing at you, anyway..." In the sudden cold snap, Tsurumi tried to explain embarrassingly.

Atobe's face became more and more rigid.A rush of blood rushed to his brain, the most sensitive pride of a man was trampled, and he felt the humiliation he had never felt before.As gorgeous as he was, how could he bear such doubts.In this world, there is nothing he can't do!

Relying on the only remaining memory of sex, he almost violently spread Tsurumi's legs and put her shoulders on her shoulders, and pressed forward brutally, almost folding her body.He clearly heard the person below him gasping for air, and with the mentality of revenge, he forcefully rushed into the forcedly opened entrance to the kingdom of heaven.

The moment he was entered, Tsurumi almost screamed.She clenched her teeth desperately, swallowing the pain back into her throat.The deep part of her dry body was being violently bumped into without any rules. The tearing feeling made her want to tear up the face in front of her eyes. She threw it on the ground and trampled on it desperately. All the unspeakable love disappeared in her mind. , her whole body was shouting a thought - you should get out of here quickly!

If it weren't for his hands to forcefully press her arm, Tsurumi would probably have slapped Atobe's face directly to relieve the pain in his body that almost tore his soul.

Who said that the vagina is the shortest way to a woman's soul.That definitely doesn't include stupid inexperienced virgins!

Amid Tsurumi's intense anger, the man on his body seemed to finally find the feeling, and began to twitch rhythmically.The sense of dislocation of the carrot stuffed into the nostril and the heart-piercing pain tormented Tsurumi relentlessly in the back and forth, continuously increasing her hatred.Powerless to resist, she finally burst into tears.

Before the tears flooded the pillow, the endless torment of despair finally ceased.With the □, it withdrew from her body that had once raged cruelly in her body.Calculating it carefully, it was only 3 minutes, but she felt that it was as long as a century.

As soon as the restraint on the arm was released, Tsurumi carefully curled up his body like a baby.She didn't dare to move. Apart from the pain, the foreign body sensation left in her body made her frightened.

A hand was gently inserted into her hair, very gentle, but she didn't want to pay attention at all.From the beginning to the end, she didn't make a sound, even crying quietly.

She heard the sound of Atobu getting out of bed, the slam of the glass door of the bathroom hitting the door frame, and then the crackling sound of the shower hitting the ground.

With deep hatred, she curled herself into a small ball and gradually lost consciousness.

The author has something to say: Well.Don't look at me, that's all.I was also shocked, but because of the plot, there was nothing I could do!Look at my pure eyes!

I wrote it for the first time!Everyone should encourage me and give more opinions!

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Chapter 74

"Ji-bu-jun!" The thin and tall girl called out loudly, and ran from a distance holding a large bouquet of roses that almost covered her entire face.

Atobe, who was originally looking down at the big screen of the smartphone, raised his eyes and looked at the jumping figure, with a happy smile on the corner of his mouth.

On the first night in his life spent in a lovehotel, Atobe slept very soundly.It wasn't until the sky was bright that it fell across the gap of the blackout curtains and fell on the white quilt with pink flowers, and he woke up dimly.

There was no familiar bird chirping, and the surrounding area was eerily quiet.Until now, he hadn't really realized the status quo.Opening his eyes and seeing the powder blue ceiling, Atobe finally woke up.This is not the spacious bedroom of the Atobe mansion surrounded by mountains.Then, he remembered that he was in the lovehotel. He looked to the left, and the stretched arms were empty, with a faint feeling of numbness remaining.

Not a sound could be heard in the bathroom.Is she gone?Atobe supported the bed and sat up, feeling a dull pain in the rubbed area.Last night's reckless advance hurt not only one person, but in the end, he, a complete novice, almost persevered in doing it.

Miyoshi Tsurumi, thinking of the teary face at the end, Atobe felt a little depressed.He has always paid attention to style and gorgeousness, his performance last night can only be described as "disgraceful" and "negative score".

After that, he wanted to say something to her, but she didn't respond to any of his actions.At his wit's end, he tried to figure out the questions that he hadn't even thought through by taking a shower, why did they come here, what did they do, and, most importantly, their future.

When he finally got some clues, he came out of the bathroom, only to find that she was still in a curled up position, and fell into a deep sleep—she couldn't even wake her up.

People who adopt the baby sleeping position are said to be insecure.Thinking that this uneasiness was also caused by him on her, Atobe developed some emotions beyond guilt, perhaps, it should be called affection.He focused on her side face, carefully moved her head to his arm, unknowingly fell asleep, and lay down beside her and fell asleep.

He thought that there was still a chance. After one night, they could have a good talk and clarify the current unclear and chaotic situation, but he didn't expect that when he woke up again, she had disappeared.He should have expected that if she disappeared for no apparent reason, and then appeared suddenly for no apparent reason, she would naturally disappear again for no apparent reason.

Atobe jumped out of the bed, □The persistent pain made him stagger, he didn't know that the first time a man would have such pain--probably he can't ride a motorcycle recently.Atobe was a little worried about his recent travel method, so he had to make an appointment with a taxi company.

He looked around the room still full of ambiguity, except for the slender flaxen hair on the pillow, he couldn't find a trace of Miyoshi Tsurumi's presence here.On a fluke, he reached for the closed frosted glass door of the bathroom.

As soon as he opened half of the fan, an object flying across the sky hit him in the middle of the face unexpectedly.Before he came back to his senses, with a sharp cry, the frosted glass door was closed heavily in front of him.

Atobe lowered his head to confirm the true identity of the object that just hit him in the face, a white disposable slipper presented by the hotel.

How many times has she been dumped by her shoe?What a violent woman!

Standing in front of the glass door, Atobe touched the face that was still in pain, and was slightly surprised that he was not angry at all when he was slapped in the face with slippers.

He's actually kind of happy.Miyoshi Tsurumi did not leave, this is not in a dream.

The sound of the toilet flushing sounded, and the glass door opened again. Miyoshi Tsuru, who was barefoot, came out with a gloomy expression, grabbed the slippers in his hand, put them on his feet, and walked to the bed , bend down, touch from under the bed