Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

The bathroom of Sakuya's bathroom is very large. For the first time, I saw the real thing of the bathtub. It must be wonderful to sink all my body into hot water in winter. Returning to Sakuya's room with envy, the door was locked from the inside.

I was about to call the door, there was a voice in the room, probably the whole room was soundproofed and decorated, even if it was stuck on the door, I couldn't hear clearly. What is puzzling is that in this house, just the two of us, who is Sakuya talking to?

Closed the door and said to myself, it is really a strange habit.

'S vague voice became fierce and seemed to be arguing, but from the beginning to the end was Sakuya's voice.

I couldn't help worrying. When she was seen on the flyover, her physical and mental state was not very good. But she is vague and always digresses. The other party is a 17-year-old girl, who is in sensitive adolescence, and it is natural that there are indescribable physical aspects. It's not a relief to think so.

I knocked **** the door, and the sound inside was interrupted and quieted down. After a while, the door opened a part, and my eyes peeped out from behind the door, without glasses, and I felt very fresh.

I shook the object in my hand.

"Isn't it convenient to go in?"

"Ah, of course-er, no, I mean, please come in." Miyake hurriedly opened the door, like a child who did something bad and wanted to hide, his face was a little nervous.

Went in and found that she had put on beige pajamas, not all the buttons on her chest were finished, and the braced fabric left a white ditch. This is the first time I entered the girl's room and I saw each other's home clothes, but I didn't want to behave too much, so my face was a little stiff.

Her spirit seems much better.

"Who are you talking to?" I mentioned as casually as possible.

"Who? Speak?" Miyake looked at my face on the side, "Have you heard?"

Uh-I can't always say that I am listening to the corner outside. Sakuya's eyes were indeed suspicious. It's too shameful.

"Did not hear clearly, you seem to be very excited."

"Because ..." Sakuya didn't know if I really believed it, or I didn't want to embarrass me. I turned my back on my back and walked towards the bed. I am back, so I am very angry. "

Did not see her face, there was a sense of relief from salvation.

"Come on, the thermometer is clamped, and the towel is over your head."

I let Saya lie on the bed, and touched her forehead when the wet towel was covered. The heat seemed to be normal, but it was better to take a measurement just in case.

"Adults don't come back today?"

"What about dinner?"

"Just call for fast food."

I think it's not good at all.

"I will cook you porridge before leaving, do you have leftovers in the refrigerator?"

Miyaki looked at me with a startled look.

"My parents also travel a lot." I said, writing down the phone number at home on the desk book: "Call me if necessary."

no answer. I turned around and Misaki's eyes were not taken by the lens. It had a moist and complex power, which made people feel embarrassed.

"Classmate Gao Chuan."

"Ok?"

"It's very gentle."

These words are really shy, I just let me go. When idle and idle, the silent air in the room where the two are alone makes people feel uncomfortable. According to the character of Sakuya, his boudoir might be the first time a boy of the same age enters. If an adult suddenly comes back to see this scene, maybe he will be hung up as a vicious pervert who peeks into his daughter's body.

Sitting beside the bed, his eyes swept, and he thought about it, his left wrist felt burning again. When awakened, Miye was curling her body in pain, clutching her shirt tightly with both hands. I realized once again that the change of the left wrist must be related to Misaki's state at this time. But cognition is useless for the current state. I was a little overwhelmed and had to hold my shoulder and call her name.

Miyaki's body was as tight as a rock, and I resolved to make an emergency call, and was pulled by her as soon as I turned around.

"No, it's okay." She said with difficulty.

"How could it be all right!" To her bravery, I said angrily: "Let me go, you have to go to the hospital."

"Holiday, rest, just a moment." Miyaki stared at my eyes, full of begging, "Do n’t go to the hospital, will you?"

My mood is complicated, but she does look a little hidden.

"Why?"

"I ..." She was silent. After a while, the pain eased a lot, and she loosened my clothes.

"If, I say if, if you know you can keep your mouth shut, you will not look down on me, and you will never ignore me again, I will tell you."

"What the **** are you talking about?" I looked at her incredulously: "Of course I won't."

"Because we are friends?"

"Yes, because we are friends."

咲 夜 showed a soft and touching smile. "Okay, I'll tell you." With that said, her actions surprised me. She unbuttoned her pajamas, wearing no underwear, barely revealing her chest, far more plump than her peers, radiating particles of temptation in the air.

I don't know if I was too surprised or because of the hormone effect. I haven't been able to take my gaze back. Finally, it seems that I was burned by a soldering iron and twisted my neck stiffly.

"Don't turn your head." Miyaki's voice was like a mosquito, her neck was embarrassedly red, and she turned her face away, "Please, it's a shame."

"You, what are you doing!"

"Chest, chest, look at my chest." She almost cried and said.

I stopped the impulse to turn my head with enough willpower to complete the triathlon, and looked at her chest again awkwardly. Their shape, volume and color occupy almost all of their sight and thinking. After that, the existence of a violation was completely exposed.

There is a pentacle-shaped tattoo between the chest and the navel.

"Tattoo?" I stepped forward with surprise and tried to recognize its shape. It looks like a tattoo, but it does not seem to be completely imprinted on the skin, but it floats slightly, probably only a few millimeters, or even a few microns, and has a three-dimensional feeling that can be separated at any time.

I couldn't help reaching out my hand to touch it. It was soft and delicate, and there was no raised feeling, just like this peculiar pentagram does not exist.

Misaki's body shivered slightly, but did not dodge. I woke up that the other party was a girl and could not help but retract my hand like an electric shock.

I wanted to turn my head, but Miyoshi said with a trembling voice:

"It's ugly, terrible, isn't it?"

"Not at all!" I said without hesitation.

Didn't take back her gaze, staring at her eyes with the toughest attitude she could do.

"It's not ugly, just embarrassed, because Saya is so beautiful, and different from the impression, it's full ... That ..." I'm really embarrassed to go on.

咲 夜 also hung his head low, his hands vigorously stirred the clothes, and even his neck was slightly pale.

"Very, very full?"

"Yes, it is."

"Classmate Gao Chuan likes plump?"

"Then, that ..."

"Like?"

"Hey, I like it."

I can hardly hear my voice. Sakuya breathed a sigh of relief and pulled his skirt up sharply. Although he blushed when he raised his head, there was no tension before.

"I didn't expect that Gao Chuan was controlling."

"What!" I embarrassedly increased the volume involuntarily, "Either way, all right."

"The range of defense is really wide, hum."

Sakuya snorted and giggled again, sweeping the depression and dullness in the air. I can't say anything at all. UU reading www.uukanshu.com can only tease her, but when it comes to the general ledger, it seems that I take advantage.

"Whatever you say." I turned to the topic: "What is that pentagram?"

Miyaki's face showed complex and distressed emotions.

"do not know."

"How did it appear?"

"do not know."

As long as it's about the five-pointed star on the chest and abdomen, her answer is always "I don't know." Of course I doubt it, but her expression does not seem to be fake.

Is this the thing that has been hiding before? I'm not sure, but I didn't keep asking.

An answer is known, the diamond-shaped mark on the left wrist must be related to this pentacle.

We talked about other topics, such as what happened in school when I was missing, about her friends. Owing to Qianqian's reason, my eyes occasionally involuntarily stayed on Sakuya's towering chest, but I concealed myself and was not noticed by the other party. After six o'clock in the afternoon, using leftovers in the refrigerator to make dinner for Misaki, he quit home.

"Let's visit again next time, Achuan." She didn't know when she changed her title to me.

"As long as your parents are away."

"Well, thinking of impure things again. Don't think I didn't find you keep peeking at me ... chest, chest."

Please, since I haven't said it, why should I say it at this time!

"Hehe, forget it, I've seen it anyway. If there are only two people, it doesn't matter if you see it."

"Well, ah ..." I turned around altogether, "I will check the five-pointed star myself."

The voice behind paused for a moment, and became very gentle when it rang again.

"Thank you, Achuan."