Angel's lap pillow

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"Then go ahead, Zhou-kun."

　Once dinner is over,RewardLive killingTime begins.

　Shuu sat on the edge of the sofa as if it were natural, patted his knee, and smiled at him, making Shuu stutter out, "Ugh."

　By the way, today's midday clothes are shorts and black tights, so the pillow on my lap is still the same through the cloth, but the cloth is very thin and the feel is easy to understand.

　What's more, I seem to have taken a bath before I got home today, and my whole body smells nice.

　In this situation, picking your ears from your lap pillow would be an act of suicide.

"…No, that."

"If you don't like it, you don't have to separate it..."

"I-do you want me to do it?"

"Then feel free to go ahead. I promise to do it."

　Mahiru tapped his knee again, and Shu swallowed thickly.

　It's getting warmer, so the tights are thinner.

　The taut tights allow a faint hint of skin color to be seen through, making her look indescribably sensational.

　Even though she was covered by tights, her thighs exposed her smooth and beautiful legs as if to tempt Zhou.

　He probably has no intention of doing so, but today, Mahiru is trying to kill Shu.

　Originally, he should have somehow refused and tried to put his heart and mind at ease, but the name of the reward and Zhou's desire as a man pushed him towards death.

　Fearfully, I sit next to Midday and put my head on my thigh.

　I've tried it before and it's still soft. Because the cloth that separates them is thinner than before, the feel and warmth are transmitted well, and the heart of the circumference is tortured.

　When I looked up to see where I should look, I saw Mahiru's smiling face.

　However, the reason why his face looks a little hidden is probably because there are mountains along the way.

　Perhaps because it was May and the temperature was a little high, the shirt that Mahiru was wearing was thin. It also shows off the lines of your body, highlighting your good style.

　You can see it through the cloth, it maintains a beautiful shape while following gravity, and Zhou stopped looking up.

"Then, would you like to clean your ears?"

　Unaware of Zhou's inner cries, he declared that with a smile and an atmosphere of excitement in the middle of the day, reaching out for the earpick and tissue on the table.

　Something soft fell on the side of my head.

(!?)

　Mahiru didn't seem to have noticed Zhou's unspeakable scream inside. She immediately picked up her ears and sat up.

　He probably didn't notice it in the middle of the day. Zhou could taste her soft touch and mass on his skin.

　heart pounding.

　Mahiru whispers in a soothing voice, ``Please stay still,'' and lightly fixes Shu's head with one hand, although it's no longer about scratching his ears.

　It's probably because I'm cleaning the inside of my ear so I shouldn't move, but it's hard to force Amane to stay now because she wants to roll around.

　Still, I can't go on a rampage, so when I stare at the side of the table while remaining calm, a hard object is slowly inserted into my ear hole.

　The reason for the momentary shudder is probably because the areas where the skin is thin become sensitive after all.

　I don't feel that way when I do it myself, but when Mahiru does it, I get a strange feeling, probably because I can't do it of my own volition... There's the excitement of being treated by the woman I like.

　I know that Mahiru is polite due to his personality, but for some reason, his ears get itchy when someone cleans his ears gently and gently.

　It's a little frustrating to call it comfortable, but there's also a faint pleasantness that makes you want to feel it. At the very least, there was something indescribably good about it that I didn't mind having my ears scratched like this.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"Nn... it doesn't hurt. It feels good."

"Is that so? I'm glad. This seems to be the romance of a man... Are you satisfied with the romance?"

"...perhaps"

"Zhou-kun is also a boy, isn't he?"

"What's there but a man?"

　If she weren't a man, she wouldn't be so secretly in agony, and she wouldn't be so excited by the softness. I can't help but feel upset that the person I love is so pampering and allows me to be so close to him.

"Fufu, Zhou-kun is a gentleman.

"Even if I'm a gentleman, my words and actions are two different things. You have to be careful, men can put on a nice face and attack you when you're alone."

"According to that theory, Shu-kun is not a man."

　I bite my lip, feeling like I'm being called a slut, but Mahiru doesn't seem to have that intention and continues cleaning leisurely.

"Look, Zhou-kun, please turn around. I want to be on the other side."

　He raised his eyebrows sullenly and held out his opposite ear, but if you think about it carefully, it's a new form of asceticism in which you turn your face toward your stomach.

　When I looked down, it was a disaster even though I was wearing shorts, so I had no choice but to calmly look at my stomach.

　I didn't know if it was heaven or hell.

　If he could be honest with his desires, he would probably be in heaven, but as Shu struggles between hesitation and conflict, it feels like he has one foot in hell.

"... Zhou-kun, something has been trembling since a while ago..."

"Don't worry about it."

　There's no way I can talk about my inner thoughts. In the first place, if I say something like this, I'll be drawn to Midday.

　So I have no choice but to obediently accept the ear cleaning and keep my desires to myself. The angel who innocently pampered me without any ulterior motive was terrifying.

　Mahiru seemed to have doubts about Shu's attitude, but since Shu turned to Mahiru's side to avoid making eye contact with Mahiru, she gave up on pursuing him and went back to cleaning his ears.

　Zhou closes his eyes and waits for the end while remembering the indescribable comfort and tickle.

　When I open my eyes, I feel a little guilty, so I close my vision, but this also makes my other senses more acute, so I can smell the sweet scent of midday and the scent of shampoo and body wash. , I feel uncomfortable because I'm conscious of how soft my knees are.

　How much better it would have been if I could enjoy this softness without hesitation.

"Chou-kun, can I fluff your hair when you're done?"

"... please like me"

　If I had escaped immediately, I wouldn't have felt any more conflict, but sadly, Zhou is also a man, and I would like him to continue if he can continue to be a lap pillow.

　I was troubled by the contradiction that I want you to stop and do more, but in the end I gave in to my desires, so I was made to realize that I was weak-willed in many ways.

　Mahiru seems to be happy with Shuu's consent.

"It will be over soon."

　While Mahiru was carefully scratching her ear, she felt a little disappointed, thinking, ``Ah, it's over already,'' and ended up writhing alone again. Of course, she doesn't show it on her face or in her gestures.

　The sweet comfort that included a slight tickling ended when Mahiru pulled out the ear stick.

　Instead, Mahiru's fingers run smoothly through my hair, and I feel a different kind of comfort.

"Yes, I'm done."

　As Midi combed my hair with a gentle finger comb, as if soothing a child, I simultaneously felt embarrassed and wanted to surrender.

　If anything, the latter realized that he was stronger, and a silent groan seemed to fall from his mouth.

　Mahiru probably intends to pamper her thoroughly as a reward, but she will definitely be spoiled.

　Even if he wanted to resist Mahiru, who was intent on ruining Shu as he had promised, there was nothing he could do because his comfort would take away even that willpower.

(...it will be ruined...)

　Being stroked with a gentle hand while enjoying the good scent and warmth of a woman.

　The current situation and posture were full of various charms, to the extent that if I was doing this every day, I would definitely be a useless person.

　As I exhale and relax my body, I hear a small laugh.

"Unusually, Zhou-kun is defensive."

"...Who's to blame?"

"It's my fault."

　In the middle of the day, he let out a sweet chuckle and moved his finger combs even further.

"Chou-kun makes me want to pamper him, or rather, touch him. His hair is so nice to the touch."

"...Really?"

"Yes. It's smooth and smooth. Why are the cuticles so perfect..."

"…I guess it's because it's the shampoo my mom recommended."

　Shihoko's full-power push, "You have good quality hair, so don't damage it!"

　I didn't dislike the smell, and I kept using it because it was easy to run my fingers through after drying my hair.

"It's really dry in the middle of the day."

　When I picked up a bunch of flaxen curtains, I felt that they were softer and smoother than my own.

　If I were to say she was silky smooth, it would be her, but she couldn't compare to Shuu. The midday one has a texture that makes you want to touch it forever, and the scent is not too strong and has a light soapy scent, which is irresistible for men.

"I always think when I pet her head, she seems to take great care of herself."

"...Well, I haven't neglected to take care of it."

"That's right. I usually touch her without permission, but is that okay? They say hair is a woman's life."

"...I like being touched by Shuu-kun."

　I was glad he didn't show his face, probably because Mahiru's words made his expression strange.

　Embarrassment, joy, confusion, embarrassment... The expression, which was made by mixing various things that even I couldn't express, would probably make people suspicious if they saw it.

(You get carried away because you say things like that.)

　Zhou couldn't say it out loud, but he closed his eyes and sighed, trying to restore his expression.