Reborn in Tokyo, but my sister is Dai Wei

"..."

That was all a few days ago!

This is like the distance between some private homes, where messages are separated by the earth and the moon. It is possible that a message may not be replied to until two days or even a week later.

"If you encounter an evil spirit that you can't defeat, you won't even have time to collect the body if you rush over now."

That being said, Hirasawa Makoto could guess that the feather had the means to detect his life status, so he would not enter the defeat CG without even shouting "Angel-sama".

As soon as she finished speaking, Gabriel's screen turned red and the image jumped directly to the checkout page.

"what?"

Encountered a hang, regretfully ended the broadcast.

Gabriel pounded the bed angrily: "I'm so mad! Let me hit you again!"

Hirasawa Makoto nodded.

The one with hooks everywhere is the genuine Apex!

Gabriel's chest heaved violently as she stared at the countdown on the computer screen and casually opened the can.

Click~

Just like Mount Fuji erupting, the carbon dioxide that is ready to be released pushes the Coke to gush out from the small can mouth.

Gabriel was startled and quickly withdrew her arm. The computer escaped, but the clothes on her body were damaged.

"..."

Silently watching the Coke staining half of Gabriel's body, Hirasawa Makoto turned his head away:

"Luckily the computer is fine. It's all because the factory pumped in too much carbon dioxide. Really..."

"Stupid Hirasawa, you shook the Coke when you jumped over!"

Hirasawa Makoto had previously sent bottled Coke, and this problem never occurred.

As we all know, the advantage of bottled cola over canned cola is that you can slowly unscrew the cap to release the pressure, but for canned cola, there is almost nothing you can do except get sprayed all over yourself!

"I'm so sorry, maybe I can lick the Coke clean for Lady Gabriel."

Hirasawa Makoto bowed decisively.

Anyway, if you do something wrong in Japan, you just have to bow.

Kobe Steel fraud? Take a bow!

Discharging nuclear wastewater? Take a bow!

Japanese people are born with a point of view - I've already bowed, what else do you want?

Unfortunately, Gabriel is an angel who grew up in heaven and is not considered a Japanese.

Gabriel, who was not buying it at all, put the half remaining can of Coke next to the bed, held the hem of her clothes with both hands, stood by the bed, and lifted half of her clothes facing Hirasawa Makoto.

Gabriel never wore pants at home.

The moment the mysterious cloth was revealed, a holy light as dazzling as the sun instantly bloomed, but quickly retreated the next moment it touched Hirasawa Makoto.

I don’t know what strange passive ability Hirasawa Makoto has, but he can always defeat her Holy Light without any flaws.

Gabriel had already adapted to it, and said in a lazy tone:

"Really? Then help Lady Gabriel lick it clean."

Standing on the bed, Gabriel was barely taller than Makoto Hirasawa. Makoto Hirasawa, who was bowing, raised his head and his eyes happened to fall on Gabriel's belly.

The girl's belly was free of fat, and dark water droplets hung on her fair skin. A few traces of cola were slowly sliding down, and underneath, the pure white color had been stained with some joy.

He wants to lick it clean, is that true?

I wonder if Gabriel was too angry, so the pure white color was revealed so casually?

Hirasawa Makoto was puzzled.

Then again, Gabriel really likes pure white.

He looked up slowly, but couldn't find any bra under the wet hem of his clothes. He looked up again and saw Gabriel staring at him with disgust.

Their eyes met, and the blonde girl opened her moist lips again:

"I've been seen naked by perverts countless times, and I can't get married anymore."

At this moment, Hirasawa Makoto couldn't help but think of a world-famous painting - a woman with a look of disgust lifting her skirt to show you her panties.

"..."

its not right!

From being scared by the cat during their first encounter to their clumsy [God Steps] later on, after just a few times, Gabriel was no longer bothered by showing her panties!

"You can't say that," Hirasawa Makoto said softly, "Rounding off, I'm still your savior."

"How can a person of such high moral character be a pervert who risked his own life to save his neighbor?"

"..."

If Makoto Hirasawa hadn't foolishly rushed in to save someone that time, how could the two of them have done all these stories together later?

Gabriel is just a fallen angel, not a charm or a demon, and has no favorability. It is impossible for Duan Ran to do anything that might sell benefits to Hirasawa Makoto.

As an angel, it is easy to help humans erase some memories that they shouldn’t have.

Seeing that Gabriel seemed to be thinking about something, Hirasawa Makoto stopped waiting. Rather than a punishment, this job was more like a reward to him.

I don’t know now whether Gabriel was speaking in anger or it was really a punishment, but I will know after I lick her.

"Eh eh eh?!!"

Gabriel exclaimed, she never expected that Hirasawa Makoto would actually do it!

prprpr~

So red! So red!

"Pervert Hirasawa, hurry up and get up...ah! I don't need you anymore, I'm going to take a shower!"

Even the fallen angel who had been working hard on the Internet blushed at the shame and itchy touch.

Call ~

Gabriel pushed Hirasawa Makoto away in shame and jumped off the bed as if escaping:

"Pervert Hirasawa, you fight for me, I'm going to take a shower!"

Gabriel left barefoot.

Play games first?

There was no space on the bed for anyone to sit on, except for the quilt that just happened to fit Gabriel.

There was a small, wet, shiny stain on the corner of the bed sheet.

Of course, it wasn’t some strange liquid, it was just the Coke that was spilled on it.

Let’s help Gabriel clean up first.

Makoto Hirasawa is not a germaphobe, but Gabriel's room is incredibly messy.

The garbage was sorted into different categories, small items like nail clippers were placed on the table, and messy data cables were piled together.

Then there are all kinds of clothes on the bed...

Girls are indeed diligent in changing clothes. Makoto Hirasawa has noticed this in Dai Wei and You. Even if they wear school uniforms every day, they will change their underwear every day. The same is true for Gabriel.

Although she looked a bit sloppy, judging from the various panties and bras piled on the bed, she did change them every day.

But it seemed that because he was too lazy to look through the closet, Gabriel's underwear and outerwear were all piled on the bed, and it was impossible to tell which ones she had worn.

A new question arises - which underwear is clean and ready to be changed, and which is dirty and needs to be washed?

Faced with such a problem, Makoto Hirasawa's method can be simply summarized in three words - the method of smell!

Image: "Random number generation results", location: "Images/1727350959-100415172-112167935.jpg"

PS: As of the time the author posted this chapter, there were 178 floors in total, and the lottery results generated by random numbers were:

The turbid Skadi on the 8th floor

Night on the 59th floor

On the 168th floor...はるうらら (a string of Japanese characters is so difficult to type)

There is no lucky draw function on the Maozhan website. The readers who are selected can go to the reader group and send a private message to the author.

Volume 1: The Failed Release

I am such a loser that I have to look through the books of the masters for reference even for my words of thanks for putting the book on the shelves...

But after thinking about it, I suddenly felt that the reason why the big guys wrote the remarks like this for the listing is because they are big guys!

I just passed 6,000 collections, and when I saw that I lost a collection, I was about to lose a small pearl. I wonder if I am imitating others? QAQ

Let me first answer the questions that the book review section is most concerned about.

Is this article about harem peaches?

That’s absolutely right, and the protagonist will never be arrogant and will use his long rest soon!

Is Dai Wei acting a bit like a nympho?

I looked back and it was indeed this.

It’s not that I wanted to write about the water heater, but because I like Dai Wei so much!

I read a lot of Azure novels, so when I’m typing, it’s really easy for my little head to control my big head, and it’s easy for me to step on the accelerator too hard...

Next, the author will try his best to control Xiaotou and make the development of emotions more reasonable as possible!

Is it a pigeon?

No, I insisted on writing 80 words in the second half of the last book almost alone (although the small head controlled the big head and I was banned for many chapters)

Of course, it would be better if the average is 500, the author would be more motivated to write more!

Finally, will there be more updates tomorrow?

To be honest, the author doesn't have a single chapter in hand...

I will skip a pathology class tomorrow and try my best to see if I can create a miracle!

Next is the thank you section, which, although cliché, is truly the author’s heartfelt words.

Thanks to my editor-in-chief for giving me a hand at the critical moment. Even a failure like me has the opportunity to be nominated and have the chance to meet you all!

Thank you to every reader who has read this far, even those who are about to leave.

Meeting is fate, the author is a storyteller, and readers who can tolerate my stumbling blocks and listen to this are also the choice of Broken Stone Gate!

The author is Sarah Congar, and would like to thank you all.

Volume 1: Chapter 62 Gabriel: Trash Trash Trash Trash ~

Makoto Hirasawa picked up a piece of cloth and raised it to his nose.

“Well, this one has already been worn.”

Fabrics with a faint, unique scent of Gabriel were thrown into the dirty clothes basket, while fabrics with only the scent of laundry detergent were folded and put together.

Like a worker on an assembly line, Makoto Hirasawa quickly adapted to this model and even enjoyed it.

It's quite fun.

Grab the panties, sniff them, and then toss them in the laundry basket or fold them neatly.

A few minutes later, the same process continued. Hirasawa Makoto sniffed the blue and white panties in his hand and frowned:

“It’s getting harder and harder to tell…”

As the saying goes, if you stay in a room full of orchids for a long time, you won't be able to smell their fragrance anymore. The human sense of smell has a strong adaptability. After smelling fat too much, Makoto Hirasawa's nose is not so sharp anymore.

After all, whether you have worn it or not, there is a scent when you ask, the only difference is Gabriel's body odor and artificial fragrance.