"I…"


    Yamada Maya, who was still surrounded by rain clouds, gradually became extremely distressed.


    "What exactly did I do...that, Mamama...classmate?"


    "What did the teacher do? Isn''t this obvious?"


    I let the Tianlong, who is still in Dong, move, reminding you that you are facing reality.


    "I actually used my own body to kiss the students. Oh, this is really..."


    "No, no, I, I don''t know... This, that, classmate Zhiban, please believe me, I... Hey, huh? I''ve reached the stage again-actin!"


    "Heng...this matter has come to this point, the teacher cannot escape responsibility!"


    "responsibility?"


    "That is to say, I like...the feeling of being with the teacher (silenced)—so, please be my secret friend—it only belongs to me!"


    "Eh? What, how can you do it! No, absolutely walk!"


    Teacher Yamada tried hard to get up, but unfortunately, as long as I asked Tianlong to move twice, she immediately fell down again.


    "Class of Weaving Spots, let me go..."


    "Huo Ye? Who said ''forbid me'' just now?"


    I smiled evilly and carried Zhenye to the bedside, retreated for the time being, and then quickly turned the posture of the female sedan chair, who had breathed, to turn her back to me, and then led the dragon into Dong again.


    “Blue…”


    Teacher Yamada held the edge of the bed and knelt on the carpet I took out from the storage space in advance - well, in terms of details, I was still very gentle - enduring my second wave of dragon thorns.


    "Not tonic for the actinidate... I can remove clams again by mistake..."


    "This is what..."


    I leaned on Zhenye''s back, exploring my hands in front of the mountain and embracing the moon. The dragon head in Dongzhong was tainted with her internal "weakness". "Since the teacher is so resistant, then if the teacher still did not reach the cake nest when I was ''Chu Lai'', I would forget everything about today, how about it?"


    "I... OK, Mr. Zhiban, please be sure to keep your promise!"


    Hey... I agreed. Maybe because the previous process was too crazy, she mistakenly thought that it was all her doing things, and I didn''t use many human skills, so she decided to fight me...?


    Heng, isn''t it right - in fact, the condition that the premise of "sitting again" is to agree to this premise, does it mean that the female sedan chair has stepped into the abyss of joy with one foot?


    "Then... the teacher must also keep his promise! If you lose, you must agree to what I said before - Hora!"


    "Actamide..."


    …continue Papapa.


    Caster in "FateZero" once expressed this meaning: simple despair and horror are too monotonous. A truly delicious feeling should be to give the other party the light of hope, and when he is about to escape from darkness and enter the light, he will use heavy despair to give a fatal blow - the strong emotions created by this are the supreme delicacy.


    Well, although it is not appropriate to use it here, it is indeed very "fun" as a "game"...


    I first used five minutes of soft and unsupportive teasing and the wail to relax Zhenye - it seems that it is not difficult to endure it?


    Then…