Mygo, the band legend of Tokyo handsome guy

With her chest puffed out, Misaka Chuka sneered, "I'm telling you, a nobody like you can't even get hard—ee-ya!"

Mingze Feng pulled her forcefully in front of him. Without letting go, he grabbed Sanjiao Chuhua's face with his other hand.

It wasn't that I pinched her on one side, but rather that I held the gag against her chin, and applied pressure with my index finger and thumb on both sides of her cheek.

Her delicate, spirited face was pursed up, her lips pouting.

“Ah…”

As Sanjiao Chuhua's chest heaved from being pulled, two tears welled up in her eyes, but her rosy cheeks and pouting lips opened and closed, exhaling thick white breath.

Even her eyes rolled upwards. Her legs were unsteady, and Mingze Feng could feel that if he hadn't been holding onto Sanjiao Chuhua, she would have already fallen to the ground.

With increased force, Mingze Feng disregarded all other matters and turned the star girl's face to the side, looking at her disheveled appearance where saliva was drooling from the corner of her mouth.

"Is this what you want?"

When asked, Mingze Feng lifted the Triangle Chuhua a little higher, but of course, he still held it in the same spot.

The pain jolted Sanjiao Chuhua awake in an instant, forcing her to stand on tiptoe to share the almost tearing pain.

This humiliation made her unable to think of anything else. All the chaotic thoughts in her mind were cleared away at this moment, and she seemed to enter a strange, yet wonderful, realm.

"...No, that..."

Ming Zefeng pried open her eyes, forcing her to look him in the eye.

The feeling of being used made Misaka Chuka swallow hard, and the pain in her chest suddenly lessened because Naruzawa Kaede had lowered the height a bit.

As soon as Misaka Chuka opened her mouth, she realized that her lips and chin were covered with her own drool, and she instinctively inhaled.

"Yes, it is..."

Sanjiao Chuhua trembled, unable to resist lifting her lower abdomen and tilting her head back. Suddenly, she felt some strength and slowly raised her hand, placing it on her chest and on the back of Mingze Feng's hand, holding it tightly. Mingze Feng had already let go of her hand at some point.

"Please...continue..."

"......Hold."

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Chapter 43 Triangle Blossom: No such thing!

When Junda Mana came down from the stage, her female assistant handed her her phone, saying that Ms. Hatsuka had just contacted her while she was performing on stage, so she sent a message instead.

When Junda Mana opened the message, besides some work-related matters, she saw a message from Misaki Hatsuka, who was pinned to the top of her chat list.

"I'm going back now..."

"Mingze Feng took me to see a doctor and got some medicine."

"I'm almost alright, almost recovered."

Junda Mana immediately dialed Mikasa's number.

The phone rang for about ten seconds, and there seemed to be a click when the call was answered.

"Ah-"

Misaka Chuka gasped softly, seemingly caught off guard, but quickly regained her composure.

"Mana, I'm fine now, but I have something to do. I'll talk to you later!"

Sanjiao Chuhua spoke at length in one breath, and then the phone call ended.

Junda Mana looked up at her exquisite face reflected in the dressing table and saw a hint of confusion in her eyes.

However, Chu Hua's strong and energetic voice certainly didn't sound like something was wrong.

......

Triangle Chuhua felt that she should be fine, since she sweated a lot when doing exercises like squats, stretching, splits, or M-squats.

There wasn't much of a fever, since when two people are hugging, many things are easily overlooked. For example, the rising body temperature, the body gradually becoming burning hot.

Moreover, when pain and pleasure intertwine in her brain, Mikasa Hatsuka can't even remember who she is.

After hanging up the phone, Misaka Chuka wanted to rub her buttocks, but then her hand, which she reached behind her, was grabbed by Mingze Feng and moved up and down like the reins of a galloping horse.

Mingze Feng is a man of action; he would never show mercy to Sanjiao Chuhua just because she is pretty. Besides, since he had already done it, there was nothing to regret.

Moreover—Triangle Cherry Blossom is indeed...

Well, Mingze Feng has never considered himself a short-tempered person, even though he once kicked Xiangzi's lock and beat up Xiangzi's father. But the fact that he tied up Xiangzi's aunt's face and buttocks...

Well, it's strangely appealing.

The regret in his heart would always turn into irritability at some point. Whenever this happened, Sanjiao Chuhua liked to come closer and provoke Mingze Feng with her alluring body and pleading words.

Then she satisfied her own wailing.

Both Mitsuba Hatsuka and Narusawa Kaede knew they shouldn't act this way. Would Mitsuba Hatsuka act like this in front of outsiders? No. And Narusawa Kaede, of course, wouldn't either.

Misaka Chuka also pondered what was wrong with her.

As for the answer... in Junda Mana's lounge, she was already kneeling on the ground, licking Narusawa Kaede's fingertips, and had finished telling him everything.

Mikasa knew she was being incredibly stupid for doing this.

But she did it.

Just like now, when she was asked to answer the phone, she refused, but since she was in someone else's hands, she gave in.

Like now, whether you're ordered to squat on the ground with your legs apart, to stick your tongue out in front of a mirror and not be allowed to retract it, or to put your hands behind your head...

Did Misaka Chuka refuse?

not at all.

My legs were almost numb from squatting, and my mouth was almost dry. The only place I could rest was to lean back slightly and relieve my weight on Mingze Feng's toes.

At this moment, Mingze Feng would mischievously push the things he had put on her body further inside.

Sweat had already soaked through her soft body, flowing down her fair and rosy skin, from her forehead to her chin, and then over the collar around her neck.

It droops down from the chest, down from the slightly tucked-in abdomen, down from the raised buttocks, down from the bend of the thighs...

On the ground, the traces of sweat were no longer visible, as they had stained a large area.

Mingze Feng stared at her current appearance, and thoughts flashed through his mind.

Was she really Xiangzi's aunt? Her blonde hair wasn't as smooth as Xiangzi's blue hair. But she was definitely older than Xiangzi, and her voice was even more pleasant than Xiangzi's.

When she breathes, Mitsumi Hatsuka makes a soft moaning sound even with very little force, but when the force increases, her face turns red, as if she can accept a lot, or even more.

Various thoughts flashed through Mingze Feng's mind, such as why he had treated her this way.

It started with Mikami Hatsuka's request, but then... Narusawa Kaede remembered the many doujinshi he had read that weren't just about making things up, and he thought of Mikami Hatsuka curling up slightly, her lips, tongue, toes, and even... as if she were at his mercy.

Does a person truly harbor a demon within their heart?

Mingze Feng didn't know the answer. He even began to doubt whether he himself was violent, or even had a similar, twisted mentality to Mitsumi Hatsuka at this moment...

Well, but since Mikazuki wasn't actually injured, and Naruzawa didn't find these gameplay mechanics particularly...

Okay, let's stop fooling ourselves with these kinds of words.

Mingze Feng gripped the chain tightly in his hand.

I bought this when I passed by a pet store just now. It's brand new and unopened.

Misaka Chuka hadn't originally thought of it that way, but when Mingze Feng actually took it out, she was only stunned for a moment before her eyes lit up.

"I really saw you right!"

Even though they were on the street, Misaka Chuka leaned against his chest, her hand bent down beside her cheek, making a tongue-like shape.

Then, she softly uttered, "Woof!"

Recalling that scene, Mingze Feng couldn't help but clench the chain in his hand.

Then pull it backward.

Triangle Chuhua, who was already squatting on the ground with numb thighs and trembling all over, was pulled down by Naruzawa Kaede almost without making a move.

Fortunately, behind Misaki Hatsuka, Naruzawa Kaede supported her.

Misaka Chuka looked over with a puzzled expression, but at the same time stretched out her legs.

Playing is playing, and being a masochist is being a masochist, but numbness in the thighs is really uncomfortable.

Mingze Feng shook the iron chain in his hand, the metal chain swaying and sticking to Sanjiao Chuhua's sweaty back. There were now several handprints on that smooth, flat back.

Then, another one was added.

"Why did your tongue retract!"

"Hug...sorry..."

My mouth was dry and I even stammered a little, and my tongue was weak when I tried to stick it out.

Mingze Feng watched as she stuck out her little tongue again and slowly reached out his hand.

His hand slipped under her shoulder, and Mingze Feng grabbed her chin. As his hand moved, her pink tongue was exposed to the air, swaying weakly from side to side.

Saliva swayed and fell.

real...

...

Haha...

Looking at the face of Mitsuka, which was streaked with tears but filled with a satisfied smile, in the mirror, Naruzawa Kaede slowly buried his head in the back of her neck.

Mingze Feng suddenly regretted it and almost let go of the chain. Then, Sanjiao Chuhua braced herself against the floor and took a few steps back. Her thigh brushed against Mingze Feng's leg...

Another handprint appeared on her delicate thigh skin.

.......

The cleanup afterwards was uneventful, and at Mitsumi Hatsuka's insistence, the two didn't use any special cleaning methods.

Sanjiao Chuhua said she would use the medication.

Before Mingze Feng could react, Sanjiao Chuhua spoke again.

Tell Mingze Feng not to let this kind of thing interfere with her experience.

Mingze Feng could only say that every slap he gave her had a reason.

Ming Zefeng doesn't deny that sometimes he can't help but slap her, but other times... if you don't hit her, she'll reach out, grab your hand, and slap herself in the face.

When Mingze Feng finished washing, Sanjiao Chuhua was still dealing with the residue inside her body.

Naruzawa Kaede sat on the edge of the bed for a while, checked his phone, and chatted briefly with a few former female friends. Some of them asked him when he was going back to Tokyo. Naruzawa Kaede only demurred, saying it would be soon.

Toyokawa Shoko still didn't send any messages. But then, Mikami Hatsuka's phone rang.

Mingze Feng saw the note "Xiang".

He pursed his lips, a hint of jealousy in his voice... He'd hit her again later.

The thought had barely formed when Mingze Feng suppressed it.

You really can't do that. What will this turn into? If you do that, next time you're in a good mood after having a cup of black tea, will you do that to her too?

That would truly be a demon.

Then came a message from Yamada Ryo, who asked when they could meet up after tomorrow's performance.

At that moment, Mitsumi Hatsuka also came out, still drying her hair. She picked up her phone, swiped it a couple of times, and then put it down again.

Sanjiao Chuhua said, "...This matter...usually shouldn't be told to Xiangzi, right?"

On many things, Narusawa Kaede and Mikasa Hatsuka can reach a consensus, such as not telling others about their private antics, and keeping it a secret from Junta Mana so that she can continue to be the innocent Junta.

But in this matter...

"I will confess."

"well...?"