Sensei's Knee Pillow

Get out of the hotel.

The constant rain had stopped at some point, and the air was damp and cold.

The night was deep, and there were quite a few people walking on the long street, which was quite deserted.

"You and Miharu are sitting in the back."

Mafuyu led the way to the parking lot and took out the key to unlock the car.

"Understood, sensei."

Naoki agreed, expressing his understanding.

"Hug~"

Miharu opened her hands with blurry eyes, and acted flirtatious again. The sweet and gentle voice made the passersby around her uneasy, barely able to control it. It was like a siren singing, trying to lure others into falling into the abyss.

"Sensei?"

Naoki turned to look at Mafuyu.

"You just hugged her…" Mafuyu had a calm expression, "Hug again, Miharu carefully touches her head alone."

"It's so hard to hug."

Naoki bent down and hugged Miharu whose IQ was offline.

Mafuyu gritted his teeth angrily: "I'm really sorry for being so harsh!"

Miharu is so cute, I don't know how many people want to rush to hug, but you complain that it's so hard!

Naoki shrugged and said:

"By the way, Miharu-san seems lighter than sensei…"

Frost in the air.

Mafuyu's face was cold, and his voice was as dark and scary as a visitor from hell: "Shut up."

Putting Miharu in the car and putting it away, Naoki turned around and got into the car from the other side.

Mafuyu started the car, held the steering wheel with both hands, and looked ahead, "Sit down."

3 minutes later.

"Sensei, I have something to say."

Naoki turned pale and raised his right hand.

"Say."

"Has sensei been a racer before?"

"What nonsense are you talking about." Mafuyu didn't look back, "How could I do such a thing."

"Then why are you driving so fast?"

Naoki couldn't help but scream.

Naoki thought it would be difficult for the female driver to drive, but sensei might use first gear to slowly return to the apartment. Who knows how wrong, how wrong!

Mafuyu is literally drifting through the corners in fourth gear, and if she is a little faster, she can go to the arena to compete with professional racers on the same stage!

"Quick?" Mafuyu tilted his head, his tone slightly confused, "Obviously it doesn't exceed the maximum speed limit…"

It doesn't exceed the top speed limit, but it's not far!

Under the action of the centrifugal force, Miharu fell into Naoki's arms.

"My head is so dizzy..."

Miharu hugged Naoki tightly, and her face was dizzy.

In the chaos, Naoki's right hand seemed to touch something upright and soft, but unfortunately he didn't have time to care now.

"Sensei, drive slowly, Miharu-san can't hold on anymore!"

"Why don't you fasten your seatbelt?"

"I'm so sorry I didn't fasten my seat belt!"

...

Hurry back to the apartment.

When he got out of the car, Naoki clearly felt his legs were a little weak.

"Endure."

Naoki wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, feeling very relieved.

"Insult."

Mafuyu folded her arms in front of her chest, and said with dissatisfaction, "I never break the rules while driving."

Not breaking the rules doesn't mean you can drive well, with your driving skills, if you become a taxi driver, you will receive a lot of complaints on the first day!

"Hurry up and hold Miharu."

Mafuyu stepped out of the car valiantly, the cold night wind blew, and the pink hair gently fluttered in the night wind, like a person in a painting.

Naoki reluctantly agreed, and hugged Miharu. What can I do, Miharu looks very skinny, but actually weighs a hundred pounds. If Mafuyu carried him, he might not be able to do it.

Walk quickly to the apartment door.

Mafuyu took out the key, opened the door, and said softly:

"I am home."

"Excuse me."

Naoki followed into the room, put Miharu on the bed, and successfully completed the task.

"...Thank you."

Mafuyu thanked him a little shyly.

"That is why." Naoki snorted softly, "Thank you verbally insincere."

Mafuyu's face condensed and said:

"What do you want?"

"I thought about it…" Naoki looked up at the sky and hesitantly said, "I'm tired all day, my back hurts, and I feel uncomfortable. I haven't showered yet, sensei can help me wipe…"

"Um?"

Mafuyu narrowed his eyes and used Death Eyes.

Naoki always felt that when he asked 'sensei to help wipe my back', Mafuyu not only disagreed, but he should write a review.

Naoki weighed the pros and cons and said firmly:

"It would be great if there was sensei's lap pillow."

Mafuyu gave a disgusting look.

Such a rude request, to be able to say it out loud with the right face, is utterly shameless!

Silence for a few seconds.

Mafuyu took a deep breath, turned his head, and agreed:

"...We'll talk about it tomorrow."

If it wasn't for Naoki today, Miharu had no idea how bad things would have been, and she couldn't thank him enough.

Knee pillows... This is acceptable.

"Today's work, today is done." Naoki said earnestly, "Please don't delay until tomorrow, sensei."

"You..."

Mafuyu's face is a little red, she can't help but come closer, her voice is embarrassed: "Miharu is still in the apartment!"

"Miharu-san is already asleep." Naoki pointed at Miharu on the bed, "Please keep your promise, Sensei."

Mafuyu knelt at the table, and turned his head: "... Hurry up."

Her face was clearly expressionless and her voice cold, but unfortunately the blush on her face couldn't be hidden, and she was charming.

"Thank you sensei."

Naoki lay down, resting on Mafuyu's thigh, a ding-dong sound in his ear, and managed to obtain [Super Rare Knee Pillow Achievement].

Compared to the pillow, the height of the thigh-knee pillow is slightly higher, but because it is lying on its side, it is uncomfortable, Naoki can feel the softness of the stockings on the cheeks, and he can also appreciate the softness and elasticity of the girls' thighs.

Besides that.

There was still a sweet scent lingering on the tip of the nose, and where did the scent to sensei come from. It doesn't feel like a perfume, but more like the body fragrance that goes with it. It smells so good.

No wonder Miharu really likes to rub with her sensei.

"Do not move."

Mafuyu reached out and stroked Naoki's hair, trying to maintain his majesty as a sensei. For the first time in her life, she gave a male lap pillow, but it was her own student. That's really embarrassing.

"I'm not moving."

Naoki averted his gaze slightly and looked up, but unfortunately his view was blocked by two tall and straight peaks. He could only faintly see Mafuyu and Ogata's embarrassed expressions suddenly appear in his mind.

"If it's Ogata's lap pillow, I can't see his face, can I?"