Reborn in Tokyo, but my sister is Dai Wei

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In front of a coffee shop called Poirot in Shimokitazawa.

"Xiao Cheng, remember to contact me through Line!"

Qin Chui, with a blush on her pretty face, sat in the car and waved goodbye to him.

Hirasawa Makoto also waved his hand and waited for the car to drive away. He looked at the time and it was time for high school to get out of school.

It wasn't his illusion. It only took an hour to get there, but nearly three hours to return. This butler must have taken a detour.

But it’s also good this way, as it’s just in time for school to be over.

Makoto Hirasawa did not forget the agreement with Kuroko and Bochi to exchange lyrics, and he used this excuse to get out of the situation.

Wait a moment.

A pink-haired girl lowered her head, carrying a guitar bag on her back, holding the shoulder straps tightly with both hands, and walked towards me stealthily.

"Ah, Hirasawa-san!"

Seeing his figure, little Boqi was delighted, walked over quickly, and hid behind his shadow skillfully.

"Can I ask Pochi-chan for a favor?"

Pingze suddenly grabbed the girl's shoulders and said in a deep voice.

"Wha, what happened?"

Little Pochi was startled and asked timidly.

My first reaction was not to agree to it. This little social phobic person has made great progress.

Hirasawa Makoto's gaze fell on the mountain in front of Goto Ichiri's chest without disguising:

"Let me study how little Pochi can see the road with such a narrow field of vision."

Volume 1: Chapter 78 Xieliang: Using the Beautiful Girl’s Immunity!

“Ehhhhhhhhh!”

Feeling Hirasawa Makoto suddenly bend down behind her, with his ear close to her head, Goto Ichiri panicked and trembled all over:

"Oysters..."

"Goto-kun is very brave."

Makoto Hirasawa leaned against Pochi's cheek, feeling the girl's soft and elastic face. His eyes moved downward and the towering mountains were shaking with the girl's trembling.

"Now you can refuse other people's requests."

(Bullying!)

(It’s no use refusing, Hirasawa-san still posts directly to me!)

The girl's thoughts entered Hirasawa Makoto's mind, and he said shamelessly:

"Because Goto-san said no, but his body was honest and didn't move."

(Obviously, he was so frightened that he couldn’t resist!)

(And this sentence is the kind of dialogue that only appears in movies!)

Hirasawa Makoto didn't expect that Goto Ichiri appeared to be a child with social anxiety to the point of almost degenerating language function, but his inner thoughts were rich, just like a complaining character.

Maybe it’s because there’s no one to communicate with, so people with social anxiety have very rich inner monologues.

After bullying Little Pochi, the two waited for a while.

In the end, instead of waiting for Xie Liang, I received her message:

"Come to my house. It's not far away, just... Weird Man No. 2, please pack two orders of Black Forest mousse for me at the Poirot Cafe."

It turned out that the guy called him here for the cake.

Hirasawa Makoto silently put away his phone, turned to Goto Ichiri and said:

"We'll be at Xieliang's house soon. Don't be surprised no matter what happens."

Like spanking or something...

Xiaoshe nodded his head like pounding garlic.

【ding~】

Just as the effect of [Detect Thoughts] ended, Goto Ichiri returned to his silent and taciturn image.

After buying two desserts, the two walked for ten minutes and stopped in front of the door.

The Yamada family's single-family house... no, to be more precise, it's a villa. The area it occupies is probably enough to build four or five single-family houses.

As expected of a family-run hospital, through the iron fence you can see the courtyard used for picnics, which is particularly conspicuous in the residential area.

Hirasawa Makoto rang the doorbell.

After a moment, the iron door creaked open, and a cold and silent voice came out from the speaker:

"The guest slippers are in the shoe cabinet closest to the door."

"I'm sorry I can't greet you because I'm sick in bed. When you enter the door and go up the stairs, the first room on the left is my bedroom."

At this point, Hirasawa Makoto's anger bar had completely accumulated, and he calmly pulled Pochi:

"Let's go, let's go visit Senior Liang who is sick in bed."

The Yamada couple are not at home on weekdays.

They arrived at Xieliang's room, and after the slightly timid Goto Ichiri entered, Hirasawa Makoto closed the door and locked it.

Xieliang seemed to have just returned home. He didn't even have time to take off his uniform and black tights. He was just lying on the bed reading comics, with a pair of small black feet stretched out in the air as he read.

He looks full of energy and doesn't look like he's sick in bed at all.

Click.

Hearing the sound of the door being locked, she turned back alertly and saw Ping Ze Cheng approaching with his hand raised. She hurriedly said:

"Stop! I'm applying for the use of the beautiful girl's immunity!"

Hirasawa Makoto stopped and motioned for Xieliang to continue.

Yamada Ryo lifted his cheeks with his hands and squeezed them to make them puffy:

"Smile, a pretty girl will be forgiven no matter what she does."

Makoto Hirasawa sat down on the edge of the bed and pressed down on Yamada Ryo's calf with great skill.

Because the weather was hot, the black tights were shiny and felt a little damp to the touch.

"The reason is not sufficient. Take it away—"

As he spoke, he exerted a little force and pulled Xiliang onto his thigh, so that the pertness that could not be concealed even by the uniform skirt was right under his palm.

"Wait a moment..."

Snapped!

The crisp sound interrupted the cool words.

ten minutes later.

Ping Ze Cheng was a little confused. He raised his hand to look at his red palm, then looked down at Xie Liang.

For some reason, all the girls who were beaten by him not only did not feel pain, but also... enjoyed it?

It’s a question of technique.

The blush on her cheeks was faintly visible among the blue hair, tears hung in the corners of her eyes, and a slight gasp came out of her cherry-like mouth.

Feeling that he stopped, the girl twisted her body restlessly.

"Hiss, don't move!"

The charming triangle area is right in the middle of the thigh and can easily rub against the python.

Makoto Hirasawa quickly raised his hand and held down Ryo Yamada's leg.

Under the pantyhose, her plump thighs are slender and round with perfect curves. After sweating slightly, one can seem to smell the girl's faint body fragrance.

Yamada Ryo cleared his throat, his voice still trembling slightly: "Alas, I can't get married."

As she spoke, a pair of soft snow-white feet wrapped in matte black silk rubbed against each other restlessly, and the friction between the silk socks and soft skin made an ambiguous sound.

I'm not a foot fetishist.

Hirasawa Makoto looked straight ahead and waved to Goto Ichiri, motioning her to sit down beside the bed as well.

The latter, still carrying a guitar on his back, faced the two men, his face flushed with shame, his mind wandering.

"I can't help it. Who told you to stand me up? Move the coffee shop to your home—"

"Since you are doing this, you must be prepared to not resist!"

"Yes," Yamada Ryo buried his head in the pillow and said in a muffled voice, "The two young girls were powerless to resist and let the big man rub and roll them."

Hirasawa Makoto was speechless.

He has enough energy, so even if Goto Ichiri and Yamada Ryo are added, the cream is more than enough.

Yamada Ryo bent her calves and tapped Hirasawa Makoto with her black silk feet:

"Yes, bring me the dessert. If I don't eat it, the taste will change."

"..."

Makoto Hirasawa suddenly regretted not lifting up her uniform skirt to hit her.

A moment later, the three of them sat cross-legged on Yamada's cool bed, with the notebook filled with lyrics placed in the middle.

Yamada Ryo and Goto Ichiri each took a piece of cake and ate it in small bites with a fork.

Hirasawa Makoto looked around curiously.

Tube speakers were stacked up, the walls were covered with perforated boards, and there were dozens of basses and electric guitars of various types, and even a violin mixed in. Not only that, bundles of shielded wires and straps were also hung on the wall.

This is the first time I’ve seen a boudoir with such a strong musical atmosphere.

The only things that could indicate her girlhood were probably the comics on the short bookshelf and the long skirt hanging on the clothes rack.

stare.

The pink-haired girl would occasionally steal a glance at Hirasawa Makoto, then hurriedly look away.

(Goo, so I got spanked by Hirasawa-san and made that kind of expression!)

(Woo woo woo, so embarrassing!)

(The aloof Liang senior is always like this, my expression must have been even worse!)

The girl licked the cream on her lips, and her moist lips wrinkled into a wave shape of grievance.

(Oh, wait…)

(By the way, Hirasawa-san didn’t buy himself any dessert. Is it because he doesn’t like it?)

Goto Ichiri's ahoge trembled, and he felt that he had grasped the key to the problem.

(No, no, it’s clearly that kind of plot——)

(The impoverished father took his child to eat at Saizeriya and ordered a lot for the child, but he himself said he didn’t like it…)

(Looking around, he was actually trying to hide his drooling behavior!)

Goto Ichiri held the fork, feeling conflicted.

H-I should feed Hirasawa-san something to eat at this time, right?

Volume 1: Chapter 79: Worn pantyhose for sale at a friendly price!

Yamada Ryo bit the fork, rubbed it gently with his silver teeth, let the fork dangle beside his lips, frowned, turned another page, and shook his head.

"..."

She looked up and was about to express her opinion when the blushing little Pochi came into view.