"Mi, Miki, aren't you abroad?" Shiro Watanabe's heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were trembling.

It's over, it's over, did she get angry about going out? Or did she say there is a camera in the haunted house?

"Come here." Miki Kujo's tone became three times colder again.

Watanabe Shiro had no choice but to walk over.

Miki Kyujo pointed at the tatami in front of her: "Sit down."

"Meiji, what happened to me is wrong, just say it, I will change it, I guarantee that there will be no next time."

Miki Kyujo still pointed at the tatami and sneered and said nothing.

Watanabe Tsubaki was sitting obediently in front of her, when Miki Kujo suddenly raised her right foot and stepped on her face, and was easily caught by him.

"I would like to reward you." Kujo Meiji said something unknown without any surprise in her tone.

Watanabe Tsubaki looked at the legs wrapped in pantyhose, not knowing whether the reward she mentioned refers to the step she had just stepped on or the leg.

He glanced at Miki Kyujo, and the woman seemed to be waiting for him to react.

How can you give up at this time?

Toru Watanabe stretched out his other hand and covered the calves of Miki Kyuki, and the smooth texture of the high-end pantyhose was immediately conveyed.

But his movements were not so good at giving her a massage.

However, to what extent should we do to touch a girl's legs? The limit between massage and dipping in cheapness?

"You have a great time today." Miki Kujo still touched his calves, picked up a photo from the table, and placed it in front of Tetsu Watanabe's forehead.

Toru Watanabe must lean back slightly to see the contents in the photo.

Fortunately, it wasn't the picture of him holding Kiyono Rin in the haunted house, otherwise it would be all over.

"I didn't sit with girls." He looked at the snapshot of the roller coaster. "You don't know. When I went out to play today, I specially called two boys, and didn't take a photo with them. I tried to keep a distance when I walked on the road, just ordinary socializing."

"oh?"

"If you don't believe it, you can ask!"

"Where is the haunted house?"

"Ghost, what's wrong with the haunted house?"

Miki Kujo sneered and snorted: "Is it comfortable for other girls to hold hands?"

""

"How do you punish you?"

Miki Kyujo still had a smile on her face, but her eyes suddenly became gloomy, making Watanabe Tsuki's back feel cold.

"That, Meiji, you're exposed."

Miki Kujo lowered her head, and one foot was grabbed by Toru Watanabe, and the hem of her skirt was naturally lifted up in a corner.

She was wearing pantyhose today, and through the high-end black layer, she could vaguely see the pure white fabric.

Mihiki Kujo put her hand on the edge of her skirt and slowly lifted it up: "What, do you want to see here?"

"Okay, it's okay." Watanabe Tsuku took a subconscious look, but immediately looked away.

The first look is instinct, and the second look is quality!

"Okay." Miki Kyujo said with a smile.

Then her face suddenly fell down again: "If you did nothing wrong today."

As she said that, she kicked her other foot, and naturally she was caught by the free fighting master Shiro Watanabe again.

The posture is not good now.

The girl in black pantyhose sat on the table, her legs were grabbed by Tsuku Watanabe who was sitting. No one disappointed Newton's mechanics and slipped to her waist.

His face was facing under the hem of the skirt.

The most terrifying thing is that Toru Watanabe found that Miki Kujo actually blushed a little.

Are you excited?

Turns out he is a pervert?

Making her comfortable runs completely contrary to his purpose.

"Sorry." Tsuku Watanabe immediately let go of his hand and took the opportunity to stand up and take a few steps away from her.

Miki Kyujo sneered, stood up from the table, tidied up her skirt, and walked out the door: "Follow me."

“Where to go?”

"Don't you want to see your parents?"

"this"

Two minutes later, Watanabe Toru ran wildly on Shinjuku Avenue, carrying Kujo Miki's luxury car at 20 yards.

Is this the punishment for not making her feel comfortable?

All I could hear was the sound of the wind in my ears, and my feet were no longer in my control.

The ends of the hair were gently blown by the evening summer breeze, and the fine sweat gradually merged into a drop of full water, flowing down the cheeks and neck.

Look forward with your eyes, don't look sideways, and breathe evenly, as if you have to run all the way to your destination.

Passers-by who came out to play at night looked at him.

Tsushi Watanabe's legs were very brisk in running. His thighs drove his thin calves. His toes were gently tapped, cushioned, and his heels were on the ground, making him feel full of sports and beauty.

In addition, he is too handsome, and it looks like a handsome guy chasing a car in the movie.

After running for a few streets, Tsuku Watanabe couldn't hold on anymore.

What are even breathing and standard running postures are all deformed.

"Ha ha"

He paused, supported his knees with both hands, gasped violently, his heart full of teased anger.

Just on the crowded Shinjuku Avenue, he shouted loudly.

"Why! Why do I have to live like a wife and be strict!!!"

The people around him burst into laughter and pointed at him.

The trendy young man who plays guitar and sings on the roadside even hums improvised.

"The road in Shinjuku at night~, handsome guy is running~ Why~ Why~ It turns out that he is being trained by his girlfriend~"

Then there was the guitar storm of ping bells.

The laughter became even more intense.

Many girls were giggling while covering their mouths.

In the luxury car, under the dark lights, Miki Kyujo looked at the smiling passers-by coldly.

"Let him come up."

The car parked smoothly next to Toru Watanabe and the door slowly opened.

Shiro Watanabe relaxed his breathing before slowly straightening up and getting into the car.

Then, the black car disappeared like a black shadow on the lively Shinjuku Avenue.

Miki Kyujo left the central handrail and leaned against the left door, facing Toru Watanabe who was breathing with his head down.

"Forget it this time, if there is another time, I will let you run naked."

"No, ha, no." Watanabe Shiro shook his head gasping, "Never go to the haunted house again."

"I mean you dare to say something like 'wife is strictly in charge' on the street again."

"Are you not allowed to tell the truth?"

"No." Miki Kyujo denies with a gloomy face.

Despite this, Watanabe Takashi always has a intuition that she would not be really angry even if she said it. However, with the principle that if you don’t do it, you should list it as a forbidden word.

Although he is getting better and better, running naked on Shinjuku Avenue is not his purpose of fitness.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped at a yard full of ancient meaning, like the mansion of the general in the Dahe Opera.

Tsuku Watanabe got out of the car and looked left and right through the gate. Even if he tried his best to look away, he could not see the second family.

How many bad things do you have to do to own such a vast land house in the central part of Tokyo?

Watanabe Tsubaki followed Miki Kujo and walked in through a courtyard larger than the Kaguawa High School Baseball Stadium. He finally came to the entrance.

"Miss." A woman in a kimono bowed and bowed.

"Take him to take a shower." Miki Kujo pointed at Toru Watanabe and said to the man.

"yes."
To be continued...