I Shaved. Then I Brought a High School Girl Home.

"Is it really good?"

He grabbed my shoulder and said so.

He with a gentle atmosphere. The face is on the inside. Not a preference.

I forgot my name.

"OK"

I'll give my best smile with a generous expression.

He nodded at my words and thrust it at my lower abdomen.

"Is it comfortable?"

He asks.

"Yup"

I nod.

To be clear, it hurt.

But it was good that it hurt.

"Misaki ..."

He called me.

It's not my name, but now it's my name.

"Kimochii"

I made a cute voice, as if it were real.

That alone he knew was satisfied.

I don't know if it feels good or bad.

However, the back of the belly was a bit painful, and the area near the entrance was sore.

With these two feelings, I feel relieved.

Oh, I have a proper body.

When.

When I woke up, the room was bright.

"Hmm……"

Looking at the bed, Yoshida is no longer there.

"That ... what time is it now?"

When I woke up and looked at the clock, it was around 10 am.

When I see it, I end up.

Finally, it's done.

Even after Yoshida took over the housework, he always got up earlier than Mr. Yoshida got up, made breakfast, and woken him. I thought it was an obligation.

"What did you eat?"

Because I was sleeping, there is no folding desk in my room.

Apparently, it is a one-room apartment with a layout that does not envision more than one person living.

Nothing else can be placed on the day when you lay a futon beside the bed.

When I go to the kitchen, I can see no signs that he cooked anything.

"... I have to do it properly"

I pounded my cheeks.

He.

Yoshida is a strange person.

When she stayed at a house where she was apparently a nuisance, such as "runaway schoolgirl", she did not make any further requests, saying, "Do housework."

Until now, I have walked across a man's house that is no less than ten, but this is the first such person.

The man so far always held me.

Most of them shook their heads when they said, "I'll let you sleep," and worked hard with me that day.

At first, a few people with gentle faces saying, "I don't need that," ate me a bit, and ate me in less than a few days.

I think that is normal.

Because I'm cute.

A laugh leaked.

This was an objective analysis, not a narcissistic one.

My appearance is very good.

From a long time ago, boys grew curious and grieved from girls.

I hated my appearance.

I hate it, so I decided to use it conveniently.

That's it.

Yoshida doesn't hold me.

He calls me "not a hobby."

Indeed it is.

Looking at the magazines thrown beneath the bed, he really seemed to have only sexual interest in his older age.

Anyway, it is.

Isn't it something you think you're going to do once if you're pressed by moderate proportions?

No, not really.

So you don't lose confidence in your appearance.

It was simply not his taste.

And if you don't, that's less of a burden on me.

Having sex with a guy you don't like-though you've never done that with a guy you like-consumes a lot of physical strength.

So the situation is great for me.

There is nothing to complain about.

It was a miracle to meet Yoshida on that day.

However.

What is it, this irresistible feeling that can be used on my chest.

Anxiety, irritability and irritability, raised his head deep in his chest.

Why does he leave me at home?

Just to do housework? No way.

There is no merit of taking the risk of having a "social bomb" of me until I let me do what I can do alone.

But it does not consume me sexually.

What does he want from me?

Am I meeting his requirements? So, are they still being put this way?

What if I didn't meet what he wanted?

As soon as I thought, my stomach hurt.

"How cute with me, why?"

Looking at my body from top to bottom, he said.

I nodded and answered.

"Because my uncle is kind."

It's a lie.

He is not kind.

He uses me just as I used him.

That's it.

"I do not think so……"

Apparently satisfied with my answer, he scratched his head with a simple face.

"It's faster than that ..."

I don't need a good conversation.

I touched his 'it' and invited me to my lower abdomen.

"Yeah, let's go, Yuki-chan"

I nod.

painful.

A hot sigh leaked from me.

"Painless?"

"Hey!"

It'll hurt, but it won't stop.

I smiled and hid my cold heart.

Maybe it's not comfortable.

I do not know, but it is cloudy.

I really know.

But.

Each time his hips stuck, he over breathed in comfortably.

That is irresistible.

I don't care about him.

Same for me.

But.

When he hits my waist.

When he reaches for my milk.

When he ends.

For him, I am the only one.

He must have bitten his supreme happiness.

Use me.

That is irresistible.

I fled everything and fled from everything.

I was not asked by anyone.

Only this moment is required of the man in front of me.

I am giving something that I cannot give.

That alone has made me realize that I am alive.

"Yuki-chan ... did you feel good?"

"Yeah, because he was a good uncle."

"Is it okay once again?"

"Hm ... good"

For this person who still wants me.

I assert my worth again.

When I opened my legs thinking so.

I felt like I was hitting my cheeks with my hand.

It hurts a little.

Thinking something, touching my cheek, my hand got wet.

"e……?"

When you notice, tears are running down your cheeks.

"What, what ..."

I'm confused and wipe my tears.

"What happened, Yuki-chan?"

A man trying to curse me calls out.

"Well, I don't know ..."

The man's face in front of her changed.

The face of a man who has seen me someday that I have seen.

"Misaki-chan"

And to the next face again.

"Yuriko-chan"

Also, next.

"Yuki-chan"

"Akari-chan"

"Erica-chan"

"Mikako-chan"

The face of a man changing one after another.

I've seen it all.

“… Dislike”

I was scared.

I was sought by such a man.

And.

It was abandoned.

I contracted my body as if my stomach was tight.

who.

"Help"

When I muttered with a voice squeezing from my throat, my field of vision shook.

The scenery shakes unnaturally and shakes out.

"Hey! Yu Sha!"

And I could hear my name.

"Whether to sleep or cry"

Looking into my eyes, Mr. Yoshida said so.

For the first time, I realized that I was dreaming.

When I lifted my body, Yoshida looked into my eyes from the front as if in trouble.

Obviously, he was in trouble.

He has an eye to see "Unknown".

Why is he leaving me?

Once again, that question arises in my heart.

And.

The more I looked at Mr. Yoshida's face, the more intense I felt.

I don't want to be abandoned by this person.

As soon as I thought, my view was blurring.

"Yoshida-san"

"what"

"OK ... OK ..."

"What happened"

Mr. Yoshida answered my call with a troubled face, but with a gentle voice.

I was relieved.

Why am I so forgiving my heart to someone who has only been a week away?

I do not understand.

I'm scared of not knowing.

I do not want to be thrown away.

Fear was dominating the brain.

If you were so friendly to your kindness.

I felt like I could no longer find my worth in others.

I'm scared.

I do not want to be limited to this person.

Because.

"Did you have a scary dream?"

I pushed him down gently.

"Mr.Yoshida……"

I couldn't stop.

A week of lukewarm life flashes back in your head.

After a long absence, my life was relaxed.

"Ecchi, do it."

His eyes are opened.

I broke his rules.

I can't stay here anymore.

It is not thrown away.

I will leave.

You can be adorable.

Because on purpose.

Because.

Finally, I need you.