Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

In mid-October, the temperature has begun to gradually cool down, but today it has become a little warmer, but it doesn't feel hot at all. The cool autumn wind blows from time to time, and the weather is very good.

Probably because the weather is really good today, and it is a rest day. There are a lot of people in the amusement park, and there is a long queue just to buy tickets.

But Gojo Satoru was not persuaded when he saw such a spectacular scene of crowds, the corners of his lips were still curled up in a good mood, and he sighed: "Wow, there are so many people."

Today, the other party was wearing a denim jacket, a white T-shirt inside, and black loose trousers on the lower body. Although it was not a tight fit, it was loose and loose, but it still exposed the advantage of the other party's long legs.

And Maqima also wore similar outfits as the other party, except that her lower body was a skirt, which was obviously not for other reasons, but for the two of them to look more like a couple.

Of course, this idea was proposed by Gojo Satoru, and Machima readily accepted it.

In the huge flow of people, people had to rush shoulder to shoulder. Gojo Wu held Maqima's hand and walked in front to open the way, and Machima followed behind on the path he had opened.

"What's the first thing to do?" Wujo Wu looked at the guidebook distributed before entering the park, and it really looked like the children who came to the playground for the first time.

Machima looked around, and to be honest, let alone Wujo Satoru, she had never been to such a place, even if it was the devil's police team, it would be impossible to come to a place like the playground.

In the next second, an extra hand dangled in front of his eyes: "Makima? What are you thinking about?"

Machima turned her head to look at Gojo Satoru, smiled, and said, "Well... I was thinking that it was my first time to come to the playground as well."

"Oh..." Gojo Satoru nodded in understanding, then said after a pause, "In that case, it's our first time!"

"In the future, I will have many firsts with Machima!"

The first cohabitation with the opposite sex, the first intimate contact with the opposite sex, the first holding hands, the first hugging, the first sleeping together, and the first kissing are all carried out by two people together.

Gojo Satoru feels that the two of them still have a long time to come, and they can do many things together, including the first time...that one.

Maqima, who was in the middle of the line of sight, first tilted her head, and then smiled again, her golden eyes narrowed slightly, the brows and eyes were full of smiles, and the original shallow curvature of the corners of her lips also slightly expanded.

"Okay, it's the first time I will do many things with Satoru in the future."

Gojo Satoru turned back in satisfaction, tightly clutching Machima's wrist, so that the two of them would not be scattered by the flow of people at the entrance, feeling the scorching body temperature on the wrist, I don't know why , Maqima suddenly felt a lot better.

Under Gojo Satoru's suggestion, the two finalized the first project together, and it turned out to be a roller coaster.

Gojo Satoru was still hesitating before: "But if the first one is so exciting, wouldn't it be very boring to play other games later?"

Mazima blinked and replied, "No way, because there probably won't be any exciting items in the entire playground."

Wujo Wu heard the words and slapped his hands: "It makes sense."

Coming to places like amusement parks is just for fun,

If there is really any amusement project that can make the strongest magician and the demon of domination feel exciting, then the project will probably be signed to life or death.

In fact, the two came very early, almost as soon as the playground opened in the morning, but there are still quite a lot of people here. From the perspective of Maqima, it is an endless sea of ​​people, and most of them are couples or adults. holding a child.

Before riding the roller coaster, you need to line up first. Judging by the appearance in front of you, it should be a few 10 minutes. Maqima thought that Gojo Satoru would finally be impatient this time, but when he looked up, the other party still looked excited.

Although he knew that it was not exciting for him, he was still full of expectations.

When queuing up, the distance between people seemed to be a bit close, and Machima was standing behind Gojo Satoru, and the tall body of the other party was on this side, so she couldn't see the front.

But it's okay, Wujo Satoru will tell her something, if the other party moves forward, she can just follow it, it doesn't make any difference whether she can see it or not.

Behind Maqima was a fat man who seemed to be staring at her for a long time. It was clear that he hadn't felt anything before, but because the sun was shining for too long in the line, his sperm suddenly came to his head and he planned to stretch out a salty pig's hand.

In broad daylight, in this day and age, there are still people who dare to be salty pigs?

In the next second, the man was blown away by something, and the whole person directly hit the gauntlet in the queue area, and the heavy weight directly made a dent in the metal gauntlet.

For a moment, the people nearby thought that some kind of supernatural event had happened, and ran away in a hurry, and the only people who were still in line were the people in the front row who didn't know anything.

And who did this thing, naturally needless to say.

Maqima caught the traces of the subtle mantra, and Gojo Satoru seemed to be trying his best to hide the divergence of his mana, otherwise the powerful mana would probably remain here.

Soon, the white-haired man turned around on the spot, hugging the orange-pink-haired woman in his arms like protecting food, resting his chin on top of her head, as if warm gas was sprayed on it.

"You were almost going to be touched, and I would go crazy."

How could someone touch him?

When his "six eyes" caught the movement of the man behind Maqima just now, he knew what that man was going to do, and for a moment he wished he could tear him apart on the spot.

But considering that Maqima might not like it very much, and the aftermath would be more troublesome, he took it lightly.

Really, it's the kind that couldn't be lighter.

Gojo Satoru spoke in a very low voice, probably because he was sure that Makima could hear him, so he only spoke in a voice so small that only he could hear it.

And the tone was muffled, like a child who had been wronged and then came angrily to complain.

It's not that Maqima has never met a salty pig's hand. After all, considering her appearance, not to mention all, it is difficult for most men to maintain absolutely rational thinking.

It's just that no one really met her in the end, or that all those people have lost the ability to think.

Of course, there was no reason for the dominating demon not to accept the sacrifices that came to his door.

Mazima was just quietly surrounded by the opponent's arms, silent and did not speak.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Gojo Satoru continued: "Actually, I really hate that person. Why did I let others not see it, so I just focused on you? You are obviously mine."

Maqima couldn't see the other person's eyes, but she knew that in the other's beautiful blue eyes that were as blue as the sky, there must be "grievance" written in capital letters.

...As for why you look at her?

Oh, that's probably because she happened to be standing in front of that person.

Machima couldn't help thinking.

And the other party seems to be still talking to himself: "Ah, I see, because Maqima is so eye-catching, and the person I like is of course the best in the world..."

Macchima: "..."

This is probably because he thought too much.

Ever since Gojo Satoru and Machima were together, the other party would often praise her for being okay, and then boast about how good her vision was when she fell in love with her. break him.

Gojo Satoru reached out and rubbed the top of Machima's head, and the loose hair was messed up: "But I don't like people who spy on me, Machima will stay here for the time being!"

Sure enough, Gojo Satoru still prefers that her braids are more loose than Machima's, and it's also convenient for him to knead.

Mazima was not annoyed when her hair was messed up, she just smiled helplessly, then raised her hand and slowly smoothed her hair from the root to the tip, taking care of it little by little.

Maqima straightened her hair, and looked up at the queue in front of her. Gojo Satoru had an incident earlier, almost all the people in the back row ran away, and only a section of people were left in the front row. Look, it looks like it's going to be their turn next time.

Gojo Satoru's intimidation of the salty pig's hand seems to be somewhat inexplicable, but it is very convenient.

Seeing that the seat in front was largely vacant, Gojo Satoru and Maqima said to move forward, but he was clearly still hanging on her body.

Maqima tried to move a step forward, followed by Gojo Satoru, who was holding her arms around her from behind, moved, she took a step forward, and he took another step forward.

The two people's physiques are very different, so they walk very slowly. To outsiders, they look like conjoined twins with limited mobility.

Feeling the weight of the white-haired man on her body, Maqima felt that it was difficult to breathe, so she said, "Wu, you are so heavy."

Gojo Satoru woke up immediately, and the two arms that were tightly around her couldn't help but loosen.

"Eh, how could it be? I obviously didn't put the weight on Makima."

What he said is correct, and Machima actually knows that Gojo Satoru actually didn't want her to support his weight at all, let alone whether she can bear it, just looking at her poor shape can throw her down at once .

Gojo Satoru rubbed his hair: "Hiss—are you so weak?"

Macchima: "..."

No, it was actually because she felt a little hot, she was just looking for an excuse, so as not to make the relationship between the two of them too awkward.

How could Maqima, the former first-class conjurer and the dominating demon of the demon public security, be weak?She has nothing to do with the word weak.

But when Gojo Satoru was planning to attack her, why didn't he care so much?

What?When is that again?

Of course, at the Fireworks Festival in Karuizawa, when the two met for the first time, Machima still clearly remembers the tense atmosphere at that time.

This is really the tears of the times. What made Gojo Satoru so obedient...

At Machima's request, Gojo Satoru let her go, and walked to her side to let her hold his arm.

Gojo Satoru waved his hand, his blue eyes were hidden behind the round sunglasses on the bridge of his nose: "Well, I know you are shy, but you have to get used to some things, it doesn't matter, there will be a long time to come." It takes time to get used to it."

After all, they have a long way to go.

Gojo Satoru thought so.