It seems that my position is a little lower this time, and it did not cause the effect of causing her to get diarrhea the same as last time. It can be said that itch is more than it feels good. In short, Jasmine fell down this time.


    "Jasmine, it seems you''re spending something amazing on my face, but I''m not angry, it means you''ve made progress and know what markers are for."


    "Hahaha, let go...you won''t let me go anyway...haha..."


    She burst into laughter, almost even tears were about to flow down her eyes. She was beaten by me on the larger sofa and was tragically reversed. For a moment, I pressed her down under her, and her beautiful legs in black stockings kept kicking around, not caring about the rolling up of the skirt and revealing the socks.


    "Oh, it seems that you are also used to not letting go of me. This is also a good thing, so I''m not polite~"


    "Hahaha, stop pressing... I''ll fight with you... I can''t use any strength hahaha!!"


    ··········


    After 5 minutes.


    "Oh, you actually left a deep mark on my face like this, it''s really hard to describe."


    I checked my face in the mirror.


    The two eyes were painted with dark circles, like pandas, and the cheeks on one side were mercilessly written with the word "scum" and two beards were drawn under the nose.


    It seems that Jasmine is getting more and more unrestrained, and she actually does this when I am asleep.


    "Marly, do you have anything to say?"


    "I...I just want to take revenge when you are asleep and wipe it off before you wake up."


    Jasmine, who raised her hands high and her wrists were **** by the chain, looked red, and her breath was still extremely messy because I lit a random sound on her.


    Now she is like a princess caught by a pirate in a TV series. Although she is still dressed in full, her posture is extremely sensational. She is like a sculpture and has to hold her tied hands over her head, reluctantly thrusting her chest to reveal her sensational curves.


    (That...is worn too.)


    Although I felt a little complicated when I saw the red rope of Jasmine''s wrist in an instant, I immediately succumbed to my curiosity and inferior qualities.


    "Idiot, how could the oily pen be erased so quickly..."


    Looking at Jasmine, who was struggling helplessly as if fish on the chopping board, I showed a shameless smile.


    Seeing her trembling look, the demon in my heart was about to be awakened.


    I stroked my cheeks with my hands a little, and I found that there were indeed no black pen marks on my hands. It seemed that I couldn''t wash them clean for a while.


    After hearing my words, Jasmine''s expression became even more shaken.


    "This...I really don''t know this..."


    "Ahem, Jasmine, you have to be punished if you make a mistake."


    “Anyway, isn’t punishment and reward the same thing for you?”


    Looking at Jasmine''s somewhat excited attitude, I couldn''t help but feel embarrassed.


    There is really nothing I can do. It seems that Jasmine has seen through my action mode. Should I say it is too innovating to her?


    "Hmph, it doesn''t matter. I''ll arrange a brand new task for you next."


    "Mission...what is that?"