[Black Basket] The medicine cannot be stopped

So, this is... Blame me 00?

But who would have thought that this was not a dream at all...! ?

If I could think of it, I would probably just jump out of the window and escape, and I wouldn't even have the chance to meet Akashi-kun, okay?

So, it's definitely not my fault that I gave Akashi the impression of 'I just want to kiss you'!

Yes, it's all Tokiomi's fault...!

"It's not like that!"

I try to look straight.

"I didn't even dream about kissing you! Don't be so affectionate!"

Akashi-kun, who pretends to be affectionate, nodded, with a clear look... The question is what do you know?Even I haven't figured out the current situation yet!

But Akashi had already left, the state of being surrounded for a long time was lifted instantly, and he walked away easily without even saying a word? !

Is the interrogation, the interrogation play over?

It's unbelievably fast...

I stared dumbfounded at Akashi who had a carefree face and went into the bathroom to take a shower on his own, as if the kissing maniac who savagely pinned me on the bed just now wasn't him (it wasn't).

I……

Did I enter the next plot before I even thought about it!

I couldn't help making a sad inference, for example: Akashi decided to change the taste, try my rough type, finally made up his mind and took a bite, but found that even if he had done psychological construction , and still not interested at all.

Then, there is no more...

I, Chiyo Amamiya, was completely sidelined and completely eliminated from the game.

... This is not just a sad story, this is a story of defrauding money! ! !

I decided to use my actual actions to prove that even rough people like me can have another spring.

While Akashi was taking a shower, I started to rummage through my clothes like a breeze.When I came to Tokyo, I just took some clothes from my closet ten years later, and now I look through them carefully to find that my clothes are really pitiful.It is even more difficult to achieve the 'sexy and hot' image I expected.

I think the level I can achieve in wearing these is just a bit of wax in my heart...

Urgent.

It was too urgent.

However, although the appearance may be slightly weaker, it is hotter!My brain is still working fine.

After all, God couldn't possibly close all my doors and windows at the same time, could he?

On the way of rummaging and searching, I quickly started brainstorming, and I came up with a good idea.

Doesn't it always say - is a woman prettiest in her boyfriend's shirt/jersey?

Because the figure is not suitable, the top that fits on the boyfriend is like a miniskirt on the girlfriend.Not only can reflect the perfect figure, but also can fully stimulate the psychological stimulation!It is simply a visual feast!

That's right...my brain hole has been opened!

God help me too!

Don't have too many suit shirts for Akashi?As the captain of a basketball team, jerseys are handy too, okay?

I made a decisive decision and quickly rushed to Akashi's closet, rubbed my hands and began to choose my equipment.

Thank goodness Akashi is still in the shower and won't come out to discover my plot.

To be honest, I still don’t know where to start when I open the closet, because Akashi’s closet is exactly like his own, well-organized, so organized that I can’t bear to start... From thickness to color, everything is put in different categories Well, it's almost like the shelves in the mall.

Comparing it to the wardrobe I saw just now, I can't bear to look at myself directly...

Who are we girls...?

While silently spit on myself, I looked at all kinds of clothes in the closet.anyway……

Which one should I choose////?

They are all brands that I don't understand, but they look very high-end at first glance, and each one seems to be very good. For a while, I was confused and didn't know how to start.

How can you commit a choice phobia at a time like this!

While hesitating, I was afraid that Akashi would not have time to delay me here as he was about to finish washing, so I just closed my eyes and randomly pulled out a white shirt.

Pure white, well ironed, straight and clean, just looking at it, I can imagine Akashi's handsome appearance in his clothes, and my face instantly looks bigger in my mind.

... It's better to choose clothes than to hit clothes!it's you!

I took off the clothes on my body repeatedly, and when only my underwear was left, I hesitated a little.

This is just to show off your own charm, what if Akashi really goes crazy?Then don't I want that?

Okay, so worried/////.

Although I know the possibility of this is extremely slim...but for the sake of my remaining morals, I'll keep my underwear!

So, I put on Akashi's shirt in my underwear.

... Ma Ma, this is really a shame.

Is there any difference between men's shirts and women's shirts?Why is it okay when I wear my own clothes, but it feels completely wrong when I wear Akashi-kun?

The fabric just sticks to the skin, which brings a completely different feeling. Whenever there is a movement, it rubs against it, just like being caressed by someone.The hem of the shirt was just at the position of the thigh, and the edge was constantly rubbing, which gave me the urge to cover my thigh and shrink into the ground.

——Right now, it is completely surrounded by the smell of Akashi.

This makes me, who just experienced Akashi's personal hug, feel so embarrassed...

Not only that, as long as I think that this is Akashi's clothes, I have the urge to run downstairs for three laps before going up.The very unfamiliar touch made me excited and apprehensive, and I almost got goosebumps.

Although the air conditioner was on, wearing a shirt with bare legs would definitely not warm me up. I couldn't help but hopped around twice, rubbed my hands, and sat down impatiently.

I was worried that Akashi would wash very quickly before, but now I am worried about why he is so slow...

For the first time in my life, I also had a personal experience of a needle in a woman's heart.

Taking advantage of this period of time, I opened my mind again, and ran to the mirror to practice a few movements that were more attractive and hormone-emitting.

Anyway, idleness is idleness, why not increase your competitiveness, right?

By the way, how do those beautiful girls on TV pose?

I try my best to recall the photos and other things that I have seen by accident. It is a little revealing of the chest... so what?

... The question is how can a person without breasts be treated?

While pulling down the collar of my shirt, I tried to clamp my chest with my hands and arms, thinking that there might be some kind of gap in me.

However, the reality is skinny!

As skinny as my chest...

Why are you treating me like this!Is this discrimination against poor breasts? !

A touch of sadness welled up in my heart, which made it hard for me to let go.

If it weren't for me ten years later, I don't even have underwear with sponge pads, I can still save the field at this critical moment and turn the tide!

...Eh, wait!

My eyes fell on the pile of socks next to the mirror, and I slowly meditated.

Although there is no sponge pad, what about replacing it with something else?It should, it seems, it seems, maybe... it's okay

As for whether it will be discovered...

As long as you don't touch it, who will find out!

right!Just do it!

As soon as the final decision was made, I reached out to find the right socks without hesitation.

I figured I must have been so focused that I hadn't noticed the sound of the bathroom running water had stopped while I was digging around.

"What are you doing?"

When I heard a voice from behind, I held up the socks I found at hand, and turned stiffly to face Akashi after taking a shower, what I saw was his indistinguishable face.

And the sound of something breaking inside of me.

Ah, I thought, that is the heart called shame and dignity.

"……Do not."

Appreciating my stiff expression, Akashi slowly threw the towel around his neck onto the chair, sat down on the bedside naturally, adjusted a leisurely posture, and explained again.

"I should ask you, what are you doing in my clothes, holding my socks...?"

Pad, chest pad?

After answering like that, I will definitely die, right?

What's more, I have no energy to answer.

…Don’t get me wrong, it’s not because I’m nervous about proving my charm. Although it’s part of the reason, it’s by no means the main reason.

Now, I have completely forgotten what I am planning to do here.

That's because, the main reason is——

Akashita, shirtless.

……

If it is you, you must understand my thickness?

If I can sum up the barrage in my heart at the moment, it is probably the scene of 'prpr' and 'hshs' changing colors and fonts around the screen, right?

If I had the chance to do it all over again, I would first silently recite the scriptures on asceticism ten times, then make strong mental preparations, and finally stuff a piece of paper in my nose to avoid nosebleeds.

But even if these hypotheses are all right, it doesn't prevent me from taking two steps back in surprise, my hands involuntarily let go, and the socks fell to the ground.

With a trembling voice, I pointed at Akashi and stammered.

"You, you, you, you...you, why don't you, don't you wear..."

"Before questioning me, shouldn't Amamiya also review herself?"

Akashi countered lightly.

I followed his gaze to my own bare thighs—which were shivering hopelessly at the moment.

Turning around again, he returned to Akashi.

Wild abs.

I've seen you straighten your eyes.

The author has something to say: Uneasy, I don’t know how many little angels will follow me... The angels who came in quickly left a message to let me tease you qaaaaaaaq!