It's over. Let's get the hell out of here. I'm hungry. I'll stop by for a bite to eat tonight, okay? How about you? You seem busy these days. Come join me for a distraction.
A classroom at the end of homeroom. The classroom is bustling with the after-school buzz of students. The people who approached you are your friends, the ones you usually hang out with.
He was concerned about your recent lack of time for yourself and approached you as if he was concerned about you. Thank you. I'm glad you feel that way. But...
You found it. As you were about to return a word of thanks, a girl opened the classroom door. At that moment, the classroom, which had been bustling with activity, became silent.
A girl. She has long hair tied loosely in a ponytail at the back of her neck and eyes so sharply narrowed that they seem to be chillingly cold, as if to express the strength of her will.
She stepped into the classroom without showing any hesitation, as if she didn't care about the reactions of those around her.
I'm sorry, but I have to practice for a competition and it's going to take me a long time today. I'm sure I'll have to wait a long time, but you're going to wait again today anyway, right? If that's the case, I'd like you to carry my luggage on the way home.
After finishing what she wanted to say, the girl turned on her heel and walked out of the classroom, as if she didn't need to wait for your reply.
As if relieved when she stepped outside, a somewhat reserved murmur returned to the classroom. It was as if her presence was undesirable.
Another mission for you today. She's in trouble, but you're a disaster too. You've been doing it every day since then, haven't you? I've never seen her hanging out with you even though we live next door to each other. I guess it's just the way things are. You seem to have a tough personality, so if it's too hard for you, I think it's okay to say no.
Your friends offer words of comfort to you after she has told you off. You respond with a mending amiable smile, and then leave your seat.
Feeling the sympathetic stares of her classmates who treat her like a tumor. Still, to pursue her.
Because you are the only one who knows. You are the only one who knows that the girl with the cold eyes is struggling desperately now with a face that says nothing can hurt her.
She, Hayase Saho, is your classmate, a second-year student at the school. She is a member of the Rhythmic Gymnastics Club and is said to be the ace of the team, and is in the midst of rigorous training.
A girl had to experience a sad misfortune just the other day. As a child, you used to play with her when your houses were next door, but over the past few years you have grown apart. She is your childhood friend who is often whispered to be brusque, strong-willed, and not even pretty enough even by her own gender.
Hayase. The body warp is not so sweet. Smooth the movement itself more. Don't leave it for the next movement. One more time.
Yes Coach.
You showed up at the gymnasium after a long day of practice. The gymnasium was filled with the reprimanding voice of a strict coach and the sound of her footsteps scuffling on the floor as she performed her dance.
You could tell from the sound that they were practicing hard today. You thought it was going to take a while longer, and you waited quietly for them to finish leaning their backs against the wall of the gymnasium.
Coach. You're being very hard on Hayase today, aren't you? Individually, he's our ace and you're counting on him, aren't you? Well, on a team, he's more of a hindrance.
Don't do it. It's a family tragedy, and you should just take some time off. You know. I don't know why I'm trying so hard. Poor me, I'm doing my best, Abir.
You usually look at me like I'm not like you guys. You say you're taking advantage of the fact that your coach likes you. It's not that you're being a jerk, it's just that you feel like you're really grieving.
You could hear such whispers in your ears. It was the voice of the members of her club, probably the words of the members of her club. She had originally distanced herself from the opposite sex and even from the same sex, and had never tried to get close to them.
I had heard rumors that such an attitude was highly repulsive from the same sex, but I had not expected it to go so far.
But it was understandable, even for you, who gradually began to distance yourself from her because of her cold attitude.
But yes. That was a tantalizing and frustrating opinion for you that day when you found out why she was working so hard now.
Coach, can I repeat the twist now? From catching the baton to warping it. I think I can improve a little more.
Yes, it was. It wasn't bad, but I'm sure you can make a more beautiful warp. I appreciate the fact that you've been practicing harder since then, Hayase.
All right. Let's start again from the beginning. Of course, don't forget that you're going to nail the person who's watching you, so do it.
Yes, I understand.
She may or may not know that such words of complaint and malice are being spat out. Your childhood friend, Hayase, just continues to practice in silence.
You stood alone, biting your teeth at the frustration of not being able to stop the members of the club who heard the sound of her practice and spread her bad reputation.
And she continues to wait for the end of her practice, hoping that it will be fruitful.
How can you be bored every day? Every time you go out of your way to wait for me at this late hour. I know it was my idea, but you even carry my luggage for me.
You and your childhood friend, Hayase, return to the town after practice, where it has already begun to get dark. The two of you continue to walk quietly through the town, which is changing from day to night.
I'm sorry to make you go out with me, but if it bothers you, you don't have to stay with me. It doesn't matter to me anymore when you go home anyway.
The money is pretty much all insurance and whatever else Mom left me. Hayase looks at you as you walk next to him. And he looks at you too curtly to say he cares about you. But he certainly cares about you and spins his words.
It doesn't matter when you return home, you are the same way. Your parents were not at home because of their transfers and now live alone at will.
In her family, she was a mother and son whose father died when she was born, and just recently. Her mother, who was her only immediate family, was killed in a car accident.
Surrounded by her relatives at the funeral, she did not shed a single tear, but instead acted as a resolute mourner with her usual no-nonsense expression on her face.
He is routinely told that he is too unfriendly at school. With that done-up face. In the first place, you yourself have stopped having contact with her, even if you were a child, or even if your house was next door.
Normally, such an unfortunate accident would not have caused me to return to my life with her. However.
Not at all. There is no one. I'm not going to say that I'm sad to go home alone, I'm not.
But that day, when her mother passed away. I went home and tried to open the door, thinking about what I was going to do at night.
You have caught her in your vision. You have seen her. You turn your face down in the yard and clutch your smartphone so hard it hurts to look at it from the side, even though you should be calling somewhere and you need to do something right now.
She couldn't accept what had happened and didn't want to believe it. She stood there stunned, trembling like a small child, far from her normal appearance.
Hey, don't shut up all of a sudden. Say something. Don't make that face. Stop it. Please. Don't look at me like you're in trouble.
When she was at a loss for words, I managed to get the gist of what was going on, made contact on her behalf, and arranged for a cab to take her to the hospital where her mother had been taken.
The whole time, Hayase grabbed your clothes and never let go, as if he was afraid to do so. We both knew that this was not the attitude to take toward someone who was just a childhood friend you had played with in the past.
But she could not have endured it then if she had not done so, if she had not done so. And you, who had to accompany her and be there when she and her mother parted, have been with her ever since.
I do it because I like it. I'm not going to stop even if Hayase complains. Oh, that's right. I like things.
Hayase frowned, as if he were annoyed. But at the very moment that he raised his eyebrows, you could see his cheeks rise slightly.
What's for dinner tonight? Is there still some leftover simmered vegetables? You are surprisingly good at making that kind of food, aren't you? I'm glad you made more carrots.
I like it because it's sweet and my mom used to make it for me. I'm sorry. It's nothing.
With this conversation going on, you and your friends went shopping and headed home.
Chapter 2
Are you satisfied with just touching it? Just turn one sheet over and it's even softer and wetter. I can touch it.
It's coming. It's coming. Finger. Inside me. If you play with it that much... I won't cum. Don't hurt me. I haven't experienced it yet. So I want you to enjoy it as it is.
I just want to save that part for a little while longer. I'll go. I want you to touch me. No pressure.
Chapter 3
It's just like the smell. It tastes weird. But I can live with it. It's different. It's not that I can't stand it, it's that I don't feel bad about it, strangely enough.
The smell would get stuck in your nose. And when you're all gooey with drool, you'll get gooey all the way down to the subfloor so you can lick up all the juices.
There was some kind of ice cream like this. When I was little and still playing with you. I think we used to eat something like that together.
The ice cream was never this hot, though.
Chapter 4
That's it. That's what I wanted. A little bit of a tug. Yours is pushing me apart. I'm so happy.
I'm pointing it at you. Why am I so happy, partly because it feels so good, but also because I think you want to fuck me so badly, that you own me. Why do I feel such a tingle deep inside?
Chapter 5
Okay, here we go then. It's stiff, but it moves surprisingly well. It's harder to get in than I thought it would be. Only the waist is tough.
Fix it with your hand and apply the tip from above. Okay, that's good. Now spread it out and put the tip inside yourself. Again, it's a little nerve-wracking to do it by yourself.
I've got the tip in, now just take it down slowly. Here it is. All the way in. Now get on your hips.
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This is the ninth audio work by Shikyodo - Roa. This will be the first contemporary work in a long time!
I used to play with her when I was a little girl, a childhood friend from next door. But as the years went by, we drifted apart, and now we're so far apart that we don't even say hello to each other anymore.
From experience to living together ...... and day by day, the relationship changes little by little.
We hope you will feel the 'wonder and happiness of a relationship that was supposed to remain the same, but is changing'.
Again, all the erotic scenes are binaural! All erotic scenes are available without SE!
《Kinko konka konka konka konka ...... za za za za》.
The classrooms are crowded with students as the after-school buzz spreads out. Friends you usually hang out with call out to you. This seems to be because we were concerned that you have not been able to make time for yourself recently. As you are about to return the words of gratitude, a girl opens the classroom door.
《rattle......ざわ......》
"Ah, I found it."
At that moment, the classroom, which should have been bustling with activity, becomes quiet and still. A girl ...... with long hair tied loosely back in a ponytail at the back of her neck and eyes so sharply narrowed that they seem even cold, as if to express the strength of her will. She stepped into the classroom without any hesitation, as if she did not care about the reactions of others.
I'm sorry, but it's going to take me a lot of time today to practice for the tournament. I'm sure you'll wait a long time. ...... You'll wait today anyway, won't you? Then I'll need you to carry my bags on the way home, so please ...... take care of them for me?"
When she had finished what she wanted to say, she turned on her heel and walked out of the classroom, as if she didn't need to wait for your reply. As she steps outside, a reserved murmur returns to the classroom, as if relieved. ...... as if having her is undesirable.
Your friends offer words of comfort as they feel sorry for you for being put down by her. You responded with a mending smile of amiability and ...... then got up from your seat.
《agarashi......》
To feel the sympathetic stares of her classmates who treat her like a tumor, but still pursue her. Because ...... you are the only one who knows. That the girl with the cold eyes is now desperately struggling with a face that says ...... nothing can hurt her.
She ...... Saho Hayase (Hayase Saho) is a second-year student at the school who is a classmate of yours. A girl who belongs to the rhythmic gymnastics club and is said to be a promising ace and is in the midst of rigorous training ......, just the other day she sadly experienced a misfortune. When I was a child, I used to play with him because our houses were next to each other, but we have been estranged for the past few years. He is a brusque and ...... strong-willed childhood friend of yours who is often whispered to be not cute, even by people of the same sex.
--This is the story of ......'you' and her as she begins to share her life with such a childhood friend and their relationship gradually changes.
Chapter Titles **Part will be the part with eroticism.
01. After-school buzz, footsteps and a quiet classroom
02. Her voice echoes in the gymnasium
03. Walking downtown together
04. Everyday dinner, different night
05. The softness you made for me... (binaural + open legs touching part)
06. "Hear me, thank you with your mouth..." (binaural + blowjob part)
07. Awkward Afterwards and a Little Thank You (binaural)
08. Night before the tournament
09. I couldn't help it, I wanted to see your face. ......
10.On a freezing night, your heat more than anyone else's. ......
11. proud softness, the first time to dedicate to you ♪ (binaural + Y-shape sex part)
12.This time I'm going to be made to come ...... on top, and I won't allow it to end... ♪ (binaural + cowgirl part)
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