After teasing the dog, he got fucked

Why so contradictory?

Waking up from the persuasion of the 16-year-old Kokoto, the dog curled up shaking his head involuntarily.

He tried to make himself sober, at least to be able to think about the current response...

However, the 16-year-old Mikoto's ability to capture emotions is no worse than the 22-year-old her.

He frowned, pursed his mouth, and looked aggrieved, but he didn't know what to say.

She pulled the dog curly thorn back to her home field with only a look of anger and tears.

"Are you going to leave me alone?" She half-cast her eyes and murmured in a daze, "Really... really don't you want to accompany me at all?"

How could it be unwilling?

But she really has too many contradictions.

It is impossible for the dog to be suspicious-the real purpose of her wanting to "companion".

Seeing that the dog Juanji remained silent, she cheered up: "It's okay."

"It's okay." She said it again, this time pretending to laugh more than last time, "There are always things that can only be done by one person, I know that."

16-year-old Mikoto withdrew his hand from the dog's body, and walked to the other side of the bed on his knees.

Just as she was about to get out of bed, a voice suddenly came from behind her.

【"What exactly are you?"】

The 16-year-old Mikoto froze, and said involuntarily: "I am a memory of Mikotomi when she was 16 years old. It is one of her fragments of self-consciousness..."

Perhaps this is not an appropriate description.

Perhaps there is a better, more complete and precise definition.

But it doesn't matter.

The girl clenched her fists and trembled all over.

It was as if cold water mixed with ice picks was poured down from her head, and happened to splash on her breast.

She does seem to be a bit deceitful.

And even that isn't strictly deception, at most inducement.

But anyway...he was too much.

After getting part of the answer, Gou Juicing became even more vigilant: 【"Why do you need me to stay?"】

"Because..." 16-year-old Kokodo struggled.

She looked back at the dog Curlythorn, stumbled and stammered an answer.

"Because I... don't want to..."

16-year-old Mikoto stood on the ground, full of grief and indignation, with tears in his eyes.

She couldn't control her body, she could only tell the dog's behavior with her eyes.

Of course she does.

The way this guy looked at her was so different.

Unlike anyone in this memory.

Both of them knew he liked her.

Even so, he can still do this kind of thing.

Simply because he is capable of doing so.

Finally, under the silence of the dog curly spine, she gave up resistance.

"Because...I don't want 'me' to wake up."

"It hurts to be awake, and so is to be alive. Nothing is enough, nothing is enough."

"I hate pain, and I hate the never-satisfying 'me' even more!"

After a long pause, the white-haired girl shook her head, raised her sleeves, and wiped away her tears.

She suddenly calmed down: "No one understands me better than me."

"I can't go out." She sighed sadly.

But soon, she laughed again: "I've been with me all the time, just you and me, isn't that good?"

"'I' actually thought about such a thing and thought about it many times." The 16-year-old Kakoto stopped looking at him and sat on the ground casually.

She stretched out her hand and pulled all the novels on the bedside table into her arms.

Opening a book casually, she said casually: "When the night is quiet, it's easy to think about things."

"want to see you."

"Want to talk to you."

"I want to show you the sea of ​​Yokohama."

"I want you to stay with 'me' all the time."

"If 'I' hadn't decided that Yokohama was more important than 'my' needs, 'I' would have sent you a message."

The 16-year-old Kokoto closed the book and lay wearily at the foot of the bed.

"Don't you doubt that."

"Compared to Osamu Dazai, you are more like the only reward that 'I' can get, which is the candy I get by accident, a little bit of sweetness like a shooting star."

"No doubt, I like you."

The girl flapped her slender eyelashes, and the elongated ending sound was coquettish and charming: "So, I want you."

"What about you?"

she asked innocently.

"You don't want me?"

Silence drowned the dog curly thorn.

Quietly and embarrassingly, he ground a few times with his toes.

Finally, he squatted silently on the other side of the bed.

With the help of the wide double bed to cover his figure, the dog curly thorn undid the copper buckle with relief, and threw the shawl aside irritably.

He then unbuttoned the shirt choked around his neck.

"Huh—" He let out a sigh, as if he could have some room to breathe.

This Mikoto is only 16 years old.

And he's 21 now.

The dog curled up the knee of his right leg, blocking some inevitable physiological reactions.

There must always be one of the two who is more rational.

This person used to be Mikodo.

It is now up to him as an adult to take responsibility.

Of course, it would be better if making this decision was not so difficult.

Goujuanji punched his leg hard in despair.

The willpower of this life may be put here.

As early as the 16-year-old Mikoto "changed his face", the dog curly recalled the psychological knowledge stuffed into his brain by Ningru Aonuma's force-feeding education in the past four years.

And her subsequent performances all verified Ningru Aonuma's conjecture.

["The sleeping Mikoto may be divided into three parts."

"In 1923, the psychoanalyst Freud proposed three levels that make up the spirit - 'id', 'ego' and 'superego'."

In memory, Aonuma Ningru explained her deduction with a deadpan face.

"The 'superego' should be the least aggressive part. It's the so-called conscience and inner moral standard."

"The 'self' comes second in terms of aggressiveness. But it is an individual's perception of their own state of existence, and it is the part closest to the real world."

"The third part is the most aggressive 'id'. It is the subconscious mind, the most primitive instinctual impulse, and the desire suppressed by the 'ego'."]

Then if we say that the hidden Mikoto is Kokoto's "ego", and the weakest little Mikoto is Kokoto's "superego"...

This 16-year-old Mikoto is indeed her "self".

Curly Thorny quietly undid the two eyelets of the belt, trying to keep the trousers from being so tight.

Even if it is a close-fitting design, it should be loosened with a little discernment at this time.

What else could be done?

You can't really do something to her 16-year-old!

"You don't want to untie it?" 16-year-old Kakoto sat next to him at some point, "You really don't want to?"

She climbed his shoulders, and lightly touched the [snake eye] on the corner of his lips: "I want to kiss you?"

No delay, no rejection.

The soft lips sealed the possibility of using [Spell].

The tip of the tongue dexterously hooked up, sweeping away the remaining fragments of reason.

After giving up the kiss, the 16-year-old Kokobe snorted triumphantly, stretched out his index finger, and poked at the exposed heart at some point.

"I feel your heartbeat, it beats so fast."

The fingertips went all the way down, across the chest, across the abdominal muscles, and then clicked on the buckle of the belt.

"So it's still 'no'?"

There was still some tactile sensation where her fingertips brushed.

Like a fire burning on wax.

The source was her hand that had already grasped the belt buckle.

The dog curly thorn let out a fiery panting drowsily.

In a daze, he grabbed the hand that was about to pull out his belt.

The hoarse voice tore apart the ambiguity of breathing.

"Muyuhua." The dog curly spine shook her head, and pressed her hand to her chest.

He suddenly understood Kokodo who had rejected him many times.

The 24-year-old Mikoto who is always sensible, mature and reliable.

At the age of 16, she is a pure "self", a primitive impulse.

Therefore, he couldn't agree to this tempting invitation.

That was disrespect to himself and disrespect to her.

The dog curly spine regained his sanity, and pulled the 16-year-old Mikohu into his arms.

After all, he couldn't hold back, and kissed his slightly swollen red lips again.

Patience and aggrieved, he complained: "Tuna mayonnaise."

16-year-old Mikoto couldn't understand onigiri, but she undoubtedly understood his gestures.

She nestled docilely in Gou Juji's arms, and said with genuine loss: "So you still have to leave..."

【"I want you to tell me soberly."】The dog curly spine hugged her tightly, 【"Not like this."】

What he wanted was a whole, complete Kokoko.

It's her reason, emotion, desire, instinct...everything belongs to him.

And not just at the level of sexual impulse.

【"I want to get out of here and find the last part of 'you'."】

The dog's curly cheeks were pressed against her head, and the eyelids were closed.

【"When you wake up, there will be no reason to push me away."】

Regardless of age, identity or status, he is no longer that 17-year-old kid.

In the past four years, he has worked hard to eliminate all the excuses she might make, and blocked every escape route for her.

A gentle kiss landed on his chin.

The girl sighed helplessly: "Okay, I allow you to leave."

She raised her hand to cover his eyes, so he couldn't see what was crumbling to pieces.

It wasn't until the tip of her hair became transparent that she couldn't hold back her nose: "Didn't you say you like me?"

"I'm going to go, at least say something nice?"

Gou Juanji laughed, and was about to say something, but found that the hand blocking his eyes disappeared.

Like the 9-year-old little Kokodo, her "superego", her "id" - the 16-year-old Kokodo has also disappeared.

The prepared words were stuck in his throat.

Gou Juanji opened his eyes, staring blankly at the boundless "sea" in front of him.

Perhaps it is not appropriate to use "sea" to describe it.

Because there is no wetness of water in what he sits or touches, only the touch of water and the "visual effect" created by ripples.

This is where?

How to find Mikoto?

Is this a favorable change or a harbinger of failure?

Goujuanji didn't dare to guess in a negative direction, and he wasn't sure that this was a good development.

He got up and ran around aimlessly.

Trying to find even a little bit of hints and clues.

But as far as the eye can see, there is only the empty sea and sky.

It was the same wide and deep blue as her eyes.

As if returning to the day when I was most at a loss, exhaustion swarmed up and swept my whole body.

The dog curly thorn resignedly lay flat on the sea level, staring at the sky in a daze.

What to do next?

The reminder given by Kokoko was only enough for him to discover the weakness of the 16-year-old her.

At the age of 16, she didn't have any clues.

No clue, no direction.

Gou Juanji turned over and sat up, and patted the "sea" plane bitterly.

Ripples spread round and round, and occasionally one or two bubbles burst on the water surface.

……and many more.

bubble?

The dog curly spine hurriedly looked down at the source of the bubble.

Under the calm sea, long white hair floats.

Behind the long hair looming is a peaceful and familiar sleeping face.

Time froze at the moment she fell asleep.

She looks exactly the same as she did four years ago.

Curlythorn held out his hand to her.

But she, who appeared to be just below the surface, was more than an arm's length away from the surface.

He had to go deeper.

The first thing I came into contact with was her flowing hair.

Following the "water flow", the hair was drawn away from his palm.

Finally seeing hope, Gou Juanji was going to go deeper, at least he had to hold her hand to bring her out of this "sea".

However, in the next second, the "sea" level supporting him suddenly disappeared.

Even the "sea water" surrounding Mikoto was gone.

There is no edge, and there is no point of focus.

They fell together.

The author says:

The text is almost over, I am so moved!

Turning back to touch the gods, 21-year-old volume × 16-year-old Mikoto (that is, the branch of Kakoto who succeeded in seducing himself)

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