Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

Hearing Hiratsuka Shizu's words, Hojo Kyousuke couldn't help but look over with black lines on his head. That guy really didn't hide his desire to play with himself.

Mitsuba has a very good figure. I don’t know if it’s because she has been practicing Kagura dance since she was a child, or because she is under the guidance of a god. She climbs a large mountain to go to school every day. Not only did her calves not turn into muscular legs, but they still remain the same. The body is light and the lines from the toes to the arches to the ankles and all the way to the calves are very even and elegant.

Like other girls who practice dance, Mitsuba has breasts above the passing line and round hips, which also allows her weight to successfully exceed 50 kilograms. After all, she is 167cm tall, only one centimeter shorter than Kasumigaoka. . The two of them have about the same weight, but Mitsuha, who is diligent in practicing kendo, has more solid muscles, while Kasumigaoka is full of useless and cumbersome fat (this comment comes from an unknown Miss Spencer)

With fifty kilograms of weight on his back, Hojo Kyosuke felt as stress-free as a ball of cotton falling on his body. Although compared to doing push-ups with weights, it is a bit embarrassing for the girl to have her two white and tender feet stepping on his waist like that, but he, Hojo Kyosuke, is determined to be a man who can lift the earth with his hips!

Probably because of the protection of the white cotton socks, Sanye's little feet were slightly warm and very comfortable to step on. If the situation was different, Hojo Kyousuke would have urged the girl to move quickly, but unfortunately, it was him who should move now.

Mitsuha Miyamizu stood on Kyousuke's back, her ten round and lovely toes like grapes pressed hard against the boy's skin. Even though she had good balance, she was still a little nervous.

The girl's arms were slightly open, and her little hands moved up and down like imitating the wings of a bird. Her back was slightly arched, and her straight hips lifted up part of her yukata, revealing a section of her white calves. Her face showed novelty and happiness. This was the first time she had done such a thing as stepping on Kyousuke's back and asking her to do push-ups.

After the miko lady finally stood firm, she raised her head and looked around, condescendingly looking at Sakura, Eiri and others. No matter how good the relationship between them was, she couldn't help but feel proud.

Haha~~ You little xx... Ahem, you little cuties can only look at Kyousuke's muscles and drool. Everywhere your eyes touch now, I have already put my own saliva on it. I’ve passed it above~~

Relying on the fact that no one could hear her voice, Miyamizu Mitsuha was proud of herself, and her round toes even deliberately clasped Kyosuke's tight flesh back and forth.

For a moment, she felt like she was back in the Kagura Hall of Miyamizu Shrine. But at this moment, the stage beneath her feet was not the stage, but dear Kyosuke.

Ha, if the performance at that time was not some bullshit Kagura dance, but riding Kyousuke, how could Manaka Mina and the others still laugh at themselves? They must be drooling with envy below!

A young girl becomes arrogant when she succeeds. Because she has just made a grand ambition, she even looked at Yamauchi Sakura deliberately and provocatively. Of course, what I got was a smile that said, "Mitsuha, you and my Kyousuke had a lot of fun."

This guy really looks like he has plenty of time to spare at all times. He is really going to piss people off.

Feeling that Mitsuha on his back had stabilized, Hojo Kyousuke shouted:

"Be careful?"

After receiving Sanye's response, his arms slowly bent downwards, causing his entire upper body to lean down. With sufficient strength and the support of an invincible core, he can ensure that he will not shake at all, but even taking an elevator will make people feel weightless, let alone a human elevator like him.

The miko lady's two open arms were adjusted up and down to maintain balance. The wide sleeves of her yukata made her movements look like dancing, or like a little girl skipping a grid.

She could still hold on when Hojo Kyosuke leaned down and pressed down, but when the thick arms slowly straightened and the body began to recover upwards, Mitsuha couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute... It's better to change positions!"

As the girl spoke, she slowly squatted down and straddled Hojo Kyosuke's back.

"Phew, I feel much better now."

She bent down slightly, passed her hands under Hojo Kyosuke's ribs and hugged his chest.

"Hey——! I said, what are you doing with your hands? Show me some dignity!"

Kasumigaoka Shiyu suddenly shouted.

The miko lady lowered her head and looked at it as if she was unaware, then stuck out her tongue cutely and said sheepishly:

"Sorry, sorry, it just clicked for me. Kyosuke's chest feels really good. Not only are they super hard, but they're also very elastic."

As she said this, she seemed to be afraid that others would not believe her, so she grabbed her twice more.

Paste off——

Of course I know this kind of thing, who wants you to tell me?

Kasumigaoka was almost furious, that's why she didn't let Kyousuke play Dare. She knew very well what kind of virtues the girls around her had. Oh, no, if it's Yinglili, you can rest assured. Others...even if they are made of glass, they are still dangerous!

Seeing Mitsuha's small white hands firmly grasping Hojo Kyousuke's wheat-colored square chest muscles, Yukino Momori, who likes to drink chocolate with wine, couldn't help but swallow quietly, and subconsciously picked up the wine bottle to take a sip.

"Gulu——"

Um? Was my swallowing sound so loud?

Yukino turned his head in confusion, and saw three friends, Miki, Xiaojing, and Yangono, all staring at Hojo-kun without blinking. The one who swallowed was Xiaojing.

"What's wrong? I just think Hojo's chest muscles look like chocolate."

Hiratsuka Shizuka turned around and looked at her friend with an innocent face:

"Xue Xueye, you know, I also like chocolate with wine."

Hearing this, Yukino Mokari nodded to express her understanding. Unlike herself, who was forced to absorb heat from chocolate to alleviate the coolness brought by beer, Xiao Jing, an idiot, really loved using chocolate to pair with wine.

GODIVA, Pierre Herme, Jean-Paul Hevin, Sadaharu Aoki... She will collect domestic and foreign chocolates, and even some homemade chocolates exclusively for large hotels will find ways to find different flavors of wine for different chocolates. . It can be said that no one can compete with her in this field, and she is the absolute uncrowned king.

At the moment, even when facing the most popular newspaper reporter in the world, Yukino Momori, who likes to escape, can proudly tell the other person that the chest muscles of my Hojo god must be the most delicious chocolate, even if it is poured on top. You can also drink the taste of century-old wine.

Of course, there is no need to tell Xiaojing this idea. Anyway, she was one of the few people present who had nothing to do with Hojo-kun. Even if she knew about this kind of thing, it would only increase her worries. As for myself...

Yukino had already thought about it. After the game was over and everyone went back to their rooms to sleep, she would quietly find Kyousuke-kun in the dark with leftovers and beer, and then say pitifully to him:

"Hojo-kun, I didn't eat enough just now, everything tastes tasteless."

In the past, she would never have dared to make such a bold move, but now her good student Sanye has set an example for her. There is no reason for teachers to lag behind students!

Yukino! Show your courage as a teacher! Otherwise, how can we guide students to move forward! !

Not to mention the random thoughts of the onlookers, Mitsuba was sitting astride Hojo Kyousuke, and found in embarrassment that his little feet could not touch the ground.

Yes, when Hojo Kyousuke straightened his arms and returned to the top, a large part of the miko's thighs was still riding on his back because his back was too wide.

Really, why are my arms so long and my back so broad? It makes my legs look so short!

Sanye murmured in her heart that girls would inexplicably compare themselves to each other in certain things. Especially when she saw Shiyu's big ass like a peach, she immediately thought of the image of Shiyu sitting on Kyosuke's back.

Hmm... Shiyu's big ass is so wide, her feet must be able to touch the ground, right?

So unwilling!

With this thought in mind, Mitsuha Miyamizu exerted great force on her thighs and pressed her crotch against Kyosuke's back so that her thighs could be stretched as far down as possible.

Hojo Kyosuke naturally felt the movements of the girl sitting on his back clearly, because he felt that his ribs were being squeezed strongly.

Hey, hey, hey, I'm not a real horse. Don't really think I'm riding a horse. I'm just a rocker at most!

Although his muscle strength was not afraid of Mitsuha's thighs, in order to prevent the young lady on his back from doing other irrational behaviors, Hojo Kyosuke speeded up and started doing push-ups.

One, two, three...

The arms were constantly flexing and stretching, and with a weight of more than fifty kilograms, even Hojo Kyosuke couldn't help but sweat on his forehead.

Nonsense, if he didn't sweat, everyone would worry about whether he was sick.

Likewise, as the wheezing intensified, the congested muscles on his body became more visual.

Mitsuha, who was sitting on her back, also felt that riding was becoming more and more difficult. Because of the sweat, her hand holding Kyousuke's chest felt slippery, so she could only use her two thighs to clamp it harder.

Eiriri next to her was cheering for Kyousuke in a low voice, while Sakura was cheering for Mitsuha, asking her to try to make Kyousuke sit down.

Not long after, Hojo Kyosuke easily completed one hundred manned push-ups.

Strangely, Mitsuha Miyamizu's face turned redder. Not only were her eyes watery, but there was also a layer of sweat on her forehead.

“Bakemono…”

Hiratsuka opened her mouth and looked at Hojo Kyosuke in shock, who was wiping sweat. She loved fighting and was not half-empty like the Yukinoshita sisters. She knew very well how amazing Hojo Kyosuke's physical strength was.

"What a monster!"

It's so foul. This guy's kendo skills are very good, but he still has such foul physical strength. No wonder he can complete the dare award for thirty or forty people in the junior high school national kendo competition. He doesn't even need to work hard to attack, as long as he defends, he can tire out his opponent.

Oh, yes, he seems to have joined the baseball club recently?

If this monster-level arm strength is used to throw balls...

Shizuka Hiratsuka didn't dare to think about it anymore. As long as his technical level improved, "complete pitches" would not be a problem for his monster-like physical strength. "Complete pitches and shutouts" that other ACE pitchers pursued were within his reach, right? ? Can we even have the luxury of making "Complete Competition" a regular program?

hiss……

The more the beautiful teacher thought about it, the more excited she became. She felt that the scene on the Koshien court was more alluring than Hojo Kyosuke's chocolate chest.

I have decided that when it is my turn to order Hojo Kyosuke next time, I will let him ask me to be the coach of the baseball club!

(Coach Mihara:??? Can't you be a mentor? Can't we be a coaching consultant and a mentor? I treated the guys from the Sobu High School baseball team to pork chop rice for three years! Three years! I didn't even go to drink and was almost ostracized by my colleagues! It's terrible! I risked being bullied in the workplace to get to where I am now, how dare you!)

After drinking a large bottle of iced juice in one breath, Hojo Kyosuke sat back in his original position with a towel.

What? Drinking iced drinks immediately after strenuous exercise is bad for your health? Ha, what a joke. My well-trained body, blood vessels, and heart can't be defeated by just ice water! That kind of thing only happens to martial artists with insufficient strength, not to strong people like me, Hojo Kyosuke, who have come to where they are today step by step with hard work and sweat!

After sitting down, he still didn't put on his shirt, but continued to tie it around his waist, because he had already anticipated that this kind of physical exercise would be indispensable later. It just so happened that today's training volume had not been completed, so he did it by the way.

The naked upper body, the muscles fully engorged with blood, are in a full state. Even though he has been eating and drinking for a long time, the bread-like abdominal muscles are still well-defined, not to mention the chest muscles, which exude a different luster under the infiltration of sweat.

In fact, as long as boys do not have physical diseases or wear dirty clothes, they will not have any "sweat odor" even if they are sweating all over after strenuous exercise, but a real manly breath, full of hormones.

Kasumigaoka Utaha next to him felt that she was about to faint from the heat emanating from Kyosuke, and felt that Eriri, the idiot, had finally done a good thing.

While everyone started drawing cards, she took the towel with a smile and wiped Kyosuke's body lightly. What King's Game Adventure, she no longer cared about it. Isn't this game good now?

However, while wiping, the towel accidentally slipped to an unknown place, and the girl's white and tender little hand slid gently on Hojo Kyosuke's chest, and her slender fingers gently traced the grooves of his abdominal muscles...

If it weren't for the ignorant Eriri yelling on the opposite side, Kasumigaoka felt that he could play until everyone else fell asleep, and then start the next game.

What a pity.

As expected, the cheaters who accounted for most of the players repeatedly became kings, and worked together to send benefits to strangers. (End of this chapter)