Daily life in Zongman

The hand that was about to move away was held, and then the index finger was held by the cherry lips and lightly bitten by the teeth. It didn't hurt, just a slight touch.

Then comes a light lick with the tip of the tongue, and now it feels completely comfortable.

After waking up, Rio Futaba did not ask what was going on, nor did she resist intimate interactions. She wanted to be closer after waking up, so she behaved in a more intimate manner.

"Good morning."

Hearing the greeting, Futaba finally released her index finger and responded with a calm voice but a hint of joy on her face: "Good morning~ Fujiwara~"

"I just ran into Futaba downstairs."

"Hmm~ What's the personality of the other Futaba?"

"It's the same personality as Futaba a day ago, but she seems a bit more aloof and arrogant, not as easily shy. Maybe she went from being a tsundere to a proud tsundere."

"It's pretty much what I guessed. After I figured it out, when another Futaba appeared, I roughly guessed her personality."

Futaba sat up, supporting herself with her hands, and the sheets slid down, stretching out her plump body and showing it without reservation.

Futaba put on the glasses on the bedside table and asked: "What hairstyle do you want to see today~"

"Try twintails?"

"Sure~"

Futaba moved to the bedside, stepped into the bathroom in her slippers, and began her morning wash.

Looking at her back, I confirmed one thing: the Futaba in front of me is more shy, gentler and cuter.

Rio Futaba noticed the gaze behind her through the mirror in front of her, so she deliberately bent down, causing the hem of her pajamas to slide up a lot.

"I forgot what I promised you yesterday morning. Now, do you want to see under my skirt?"

"Okay!"

After a brief reply, she walked over decisively and lifted a corner of her skirt. Unfortunately, it wasn't the style she wanted to see.

Fujiwara Haru recalled a long time ago, when he was in the apocalypse. He happened to find a pair of panties in the laundry basket left by Futaba while taking a shower. He still remembered them. They were made of pure white fabric with a hint of pink lace and a small bow at the center. They were cute and at the same time seductive.

It was a very ordinary pair of panties, but it made him, who had just grown up, feel very excited. He had been wondering whether there was any body temperature left on the panties, what it would feel like in his hands, and whether it would have body fragrance.

That was a deep memory in his past, but unfortunately what he saw in front of him was not that one, but a more charming black one, which made him feel regretful but also excited.

Futaba Rio looked at her blushing face in the mirror, wet a towel and covered her face with it.

After watching for a while, she let down her skirt and waited again with some aftertaste.

When Futaba came out, I noticed that she had braided her hair into two ponytails. It was a very cute hairstyle, and combined with her petite height of 1.63 meters, it made her look even more adorable and fragile.

"It's so cute. I want to hug her and grab those two ponytails from behind, but that's too dangerous. Let's switch to a single ponytail."

"Yeah, sure."

Futaba pursed her lips, not sure if what she meant was that he could grab her ponytail or that she could change it to a single ponytail.

She smiled as she untied her hairband and changed her hairstyle into a high ponytail. The ponytail made her look more cool and intellectual, as well as more elegant and beautiful.

After the story, she sat in his arms and asked in a low voice: "Did the other me say anything?"

"I explained why there are two double leaves. It's possible that it's quantum teleportation caused by quantum entanglement."

"Same as I do."

"They're both Futaba after all."

"So what's the reason? Did my other self tell you why this happened?"

"She said she didn't know."

"Does Fujiwara also believe such a lie?"

"I won't delve into your secrets unless you tell me."

"Hmm~ That's a really pleasant answer."

"So, Futaba, can you tell me why this happened?"

"Speaking out the reason for this is not only somewhat shameful, but also somewhat unfair. So even if you have a guess, please don't ask us for confirmation."

"Ah, I hate the Riddler."

"I'm sorry, please forgive my willfulness."

Futaba sat sideways, rose slightly, and kissed her face lightly: "If Fujiwara insists, I can tell you, but that would be a bit unfair to the other me. I really want to take the upper hand, but I don't want to do it this way."

"Okay, I'll observe it slowly myself."

I couldn't find out the reason, so I had to think for myself for the first time in a long time. I picked up Futaba and without further chat, I returned to the house next door and had breakfast with Sister Shendong.

The next few days were a repetitive life.

He spends the day at school with Futaba, who has a ponytail. After school, he goes to senior Saeko's house for kendo practice. At night, he spends the night at home with Futaba, who has a ponytail.

After spending a night apart from Sister Shendong and Futaba with long hair, he would also go to Futaba with single ponytail to sleep together for a night.

The cold Futaba, the gentle Sister Shendong, and the shy Futaba, three different styles, feel particularly comfortable.

As for the weekends, I play games during the day and go to my PA sister's house at night. After all, I have to discipline my pet snake occasionally to prevent it from being too naughty and teasing its owner.

Cultivation was also ongoing, but it was no longer in a sitting position, but in a posture holding Futaba. Cultivation was no longer limited to a sitting position. Occasionally, practicing with the Cold Jade Bed would be more effective.

Time passed in an orderly manner until the end of the first semester exams and the last day before summer vacation.

The exam results were announced yesterday. Fujiwara Haru checked his ranking and found himself in second place, a very good score. His memory was already quite good, but that didn't guarantee good grades. This exam had many questions beyond the syllabus. He hadn't learned the material, so he simply couldn't answer it. He spent a lot of time thinking and only managed to get a decent score.

As for the first one, it is Futaba Rio.

After all, even if her personality has changed a little, her genius brain is still a genius. She had already completed her university courses in the apocalyptic world, so she is now taking the second-year high school exam with ease.

Today was the last day of summer vacation, and there was a school-wide speech assembly this morning. The principal would basically give a speech about summer vacation precautions, advising against swimming in rivers and other outdoor activities. Then, awards would be presented to students with outstanding academic performance. As a representative of the second graders, Futaba Rio naturally took the stage.

Perhaps that was why she did some dressing up and spent some time on it.

In the early morning, when Futaba was saying goodbye and standing on the street waiting as usual, Ai-chan arrived, and Futaba with a ponytail finally arrived.

We went to school together, and then when entering the school, she pulled me to a small park alone.

"Hold this carefully, don't drop it."

A remote control that could move was stuffed into my hand.

Living in Japan, even if you have never actually played with it, you know what this small remote control in your hand is used for.

Confused, he looked at the ponytailed Futaba in front of him and found that she was pointing at his ear. After a closer look, he found a small earphone inside the cochlea.

"It's connected to the phone, and I've set it up so today it will just automatically connect to your phone number and I can hear your voice through it."

"I'll let my hair down to cover it up when I go on stage to receive the award."

"Then what~"

Futaba's face was particularly rosy. She leaned close to her ear and said in a soft voice, her breath wet: "Today is not my menstrual period, but I am wearing a sanitary napkin properly~"

Chapter 325 The rational little witch retreats.

It was almost time for classes, and no one else came to the remote little park. Thanks to the lush trees and several pavilions, even the teaching building could not see anything from here.

He stared at the blushing gray-haired girl before him, pondered for a moment, and then moved the pick upwards. Watching her earlobe gradually turn cherry red, he confirmed that the one in his hand was genuine.

As for the function of the headphones she was wearing at the moment, it seemed that they could make some continuous sounds to her after the phone was dialed, using the Pavlov effect to achieve some special conditioned reflexes.

When the pick reached the middle, Futaba reached out and grabbed the clothes on her chest, lying on her arms.

Her voice lost its usual calmness, trembling slightly, soft and delicate: "I didn't ask you to, but now I use it~"

Now that I have the remote control, I have to give it a try to see how much Futaba can endure.

As it turned out, she was already somewhat unsteady on her feet by mid-range, biting her lips with her teeth, her toes clearly turned inward, and her body trembling. Her breathing became increasingly rapid, and the fruit swayed on the twig.

After trying everything, he pushed the paddle and adjusted it to the highest position.

Futaba Rio suddenly slid down from her position in his arms and knelt on the ground. Before this, she thought she could endure it, but in fact, she just hadn't experienced it yet and was purely self-righteous.

He squatted down, turned the remote control back to the bottom, then put his hand under Futaba's armpit and held her in his arms.

It was so wet that it simply pressed against her ear, making a shorter hissing sound.

There was a charming hum: "Hmm~"

Futaba looked over with misty eyes, her pearly teeth loosened her lips, and she uttered a wet and charming tone: "Bad~"

"After all, we need to know how much Futaba can endure."

I held her and waited for her to recover, then took her to the bathroom and changed her sanitary napkin. I asked her if the remote control was still useful.

He dialed the dial quickly back and forth, and when he saw Futaba walking away suddenly holding onto the wall, he knew the answer.

However, when she went on stage to receive the award, she did not play around like this. After all, it is best for the charming Futaba to be known only by herself and enjoyed only by herself.

I can accept suffocation play, I can accept master-servant play, and covert training play is also very good, but if it may expose Futaba to social death, I am still reluctant to do it. After all, in the final analysis, these are just fun interactions between lovers, not just to vent sexual desire.

In the end, he only played with Futaba for a long time during lunch, when he was sparring with Saeko-senpai, and after returning home.

So after returning to Futaba's house, she knelt on the floor at the entrance, and looked at her blushing face with shyness, which made her feel extremely happy.

He squatted down happily and made some continuous sounds next to her ear.

Futaba covered her lower abdomen and made a sound of surrender, "Guwu~"

He received a satisfactory response, and gazing at her misty face, he reached out and held Futaba in his arms. His soothing movements were similar to those he used during her menstrual period, and finally he placed his hands on her lower abdomen, massaging it gently.

"Hmm~"

With a comfortable moan, he put the satisfied and naughty Futaba back upstairs before going home.

"Okay, I'll give this back to you."

He turned off the remote control and placed it on the table beside him: "I'm going back first. See you tomorrow, Futaba."

"Yeah~See you tomorrow, Fujiwara~"

Before leaving, I observed her carefully and confirmed that she was going to clean the entrance hall that I had soiled today, and then I returned home in a happier mood.

It’s so pleasant to be the bully, especially when the target of the “bullying” doesn’t resist at all.

When he returned home, he looked at the other girl with double-leaf hair sitting on the sofa. After thinking for a while, he walked over to her and carried her to the bathroom.

"Is Pig-head Fujiwara in heat?"

Futaba Rio, who was carried to the bathroom, was very calm, and her words were full of coldness.

"I played something special with another Futaba today. Didn't I say before that I would treat you the same way I treat her?"

"and then."

Futaba Rio's voice was flat, her face expressionless, and she had no idea what was about to happen.

He didn't say anything else, but just leaned close to her ear and made a continuous shushing sound.

-

In early July, two weeks before summer vacation, Fujiwara Haru discovered that there were two Futaba Rios in the world.

According to Futaba, the single-tailed character, this phenomenon might be caused by quantum movement under quantum entanglement. He hadn't studied quantum mechanics yet, so he didn't quite understand what she was saying, but he did know that there were two Futaba Rios, and that it was best not to let them see each other.

So he invited Futaba, who was sleeping in the living room on the first floor, to his home. She didn't refuse directly, but agreed with some awkwardness.

This was indeed the case. That night, after finishing the sparring with senior Saeko, when I returned home, I saw Futaba sitting on the sofa with her hair scattered, reading a book in her hands.

"Good evening, Futaba."

"good evening."

"looking at what?"

"A novel called I Am a Cat."

"The one with Natsume?"

"Yes, Fujiwara has seen it too."

"I watched it in junior high school. At the time, I just thought it was very funny, but now when I think about it, I feel that there is a lot of irony in it."

"No spoilers."

"Don't worry, I wouldn't do anything as tasteless as spoiling the plot. I'm just a little surprised that Futaba would read this kind of miscellaneous book."