Tokyo Girlfriend Guide

Chapter 1017 Kyosuke, do you like it?

The ruins of the observatory should have become ruins, right?

After entering the door, at the end of the sight is a two-story building, and at the top is a hemispherical building, which is, as expected, the place where the astronomical telescope is placed.

In front of the small building is a large parking lot. The originally flat concrete ground is now overgrown with weeds in clumps and patches.

Under the moonlight, it weaves together patches of darkness, and from time to time it shakes and makes rustling sounds, just like a doomsday-themed movie or TV show.

I don't know how the soft grass broke through the hard concrete road. Hojo Kyosuke just did a quick search for information about this observatory on the Internet, and as expected, it was built during the bubble era.

In today's world, Tokyo is known as the infrastructure maniac, but in the last century, during the rapid development stage, the Japanese also relied on their desperate and unprofitable three and four shifts to snatch projects from other countries, so the construction quality at that time was still quite good.

Even if it is a black project, it will not erupt until an earthquake occurs.

The highest mountain in Hehe City is called Bushao Mountain, and the name of the observatory is simply and directly called "Busao Mountain Observatory". Although it was an observatory built hastily during the period of big money-spending, the site selection was still very careful.

That era was probably the most glorious time for college students studying astronomy. They could make a lot of money just by following their teachers to survey the construction site of an observatory.

Yes, I'm talking about you, Miyamizu Toshiki!

Folklorists were professionals that could only be supported in that era when there was so much money that there was no place to spend it. If it were now, they would have to go to convenience stores or factories to compete with voice actors for jobs!

The weed-covered platform was probably full of cars decades ago, and UFO mystery enthusiasts like the Imperial Envoy would come here with their friends to talk about their fantasies about the universe.

Now there is only moonlight, weeds, insects and the calls of scops owls.

This atmosphere was somewhat scary, especially in a country like Japan where horror stories were prevalent. But the boys and girls who were there at the moment did not feel nervous at all.

Hojo Kyosuke held senior Shiyu's hand tightly with one hand and took every step with force, in order to scare away any unfriendly animals that might be hiding in the weeds.

He wasn't worried that the girl would be frightened, because every time he turned around, all he could see was Senior Kasumigaoka's pretty, smiling face.

In this girl's eyes, there was nothing else but him.

Well, he was worried that he would be frightened. After all, even the invincible Saitama teacher would be stumped by a mosquito. What's so strange about a grown man like him being afraid of someone wearing scales and armor?

Damn it, I should have brought Momotaro along! Even if he can't guard the door, he can at least scout the way. A useless puppy must be useful. We can't let him eat dog food for nothing.

Thinking of this, Hojo Kyosuke smiled and told the story of Momotaro and Azuki working together to catch a mouse today.

As expected, the senior student behind him didn't react at all. It wasn't until he mentioned that Eriri was tricked by Kei into almost giving Momotaro artificial respiration that she started to laugh.

"Teacher Kashiwagi Eri should thank the progress of modern civilization. The difficulty of individual survival has been greatly reduced. Oh no, maybe in a few years she can be exhibited as a rare specimen."

Kasumigaoka Utaha said happily that no matter whether Eriri was willing or not, she could always draw happiness from her.

So, Machida said that the design of the heroine in my new book is not as dark as before. Was it influenced by her?

The girl's clear laughter dispelled the darkness, as if for an exchange, or as if to fulfill the rules of the date.

Kasumigaoka Utaha also started talking about what happened around her today. Of course, it was not the boring job of spraying venom at editors in the publishing house, but what happened in school.

"…Shirai-san may not be very smart, but she is very sensitive to gossip. She told me several things today."

"what? What?"

Hojo Kyosuke asked with interest. He also liked to listen to campus gossip. Unfortunately, like Eriri, he had a heavy idol burden. He would not take the initiative to ask about these things in school, and his classmates would not use gossip to "taint" him.

"Shirai said that during the exam this morning, she saw a couple from our school running to the rooftop."

"Eating a bento?"

Hojo Kyosuke hesitated, although he didn't think it was gossip. But now Kasumigaoka-senpai's voice had become very dangerous, sticky and wet, and every word was like licking his ear with her tongue.

The little hand he had been holding tightly in his hand felt a resistance, he stopped and turned around, and saw...

Under the bright moonlight, a beautiful girl with black hair like a waterfall and black stockings stood there. Her pair of beautiful ruby ​​eyes stared straight at him. Her eyes were frighteningly sticky and wet, like drawn silk.

"No~"

Kasumigaoka Utaha's tone became extremely charming:

"It's saliva~"

Gollum—

Hojo Kyosuke's Adam's apple slid up and down, so is this another branch into an abandoned building? It's either horror or trembling, or horror mixed with trembling?

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at her lover's performance, her wine-red eyes smiled even more, and she continued to tease:

"Shirai said that when she opened the door to the rooftop and quietly leaned over to take a peek, the girl's skirt had been pushed up to her belly by the boy."

Gollum—

Hojo Kyosuke swallowed his saliva, looked straight at the senior, and asked in a difficult tone: "How is it?"

This made no sense, but words were meaningless at this point, and one could understand the feelings just by the interaction of hormones.

"How was it?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha tilted her head and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

She struggled a little with her right hand to free it from Kyosuke's hand, then lifted the edge of her skirt with both hands, slowly, lightly, and gracefully lifting it up.

The flashlight on the mobile phone in her left hand was not turned off, and the white light shone through the thin hem of the skirt onto the black stockings underneath.

Fine nylon mesh, skin whiter than moonlight...

As the girl's two white hands exerted force, the hem of her skirt continued to rise, and her two plump thighs wrapped in black were slowly exposed.

咕噜 咕噜

Hojo Kyosuke had already taken out a bottle of Coke with his free hand and started drinking it, but his eyes were still staring at the pair of slender and plump long legs in black stockings.

Why am I so thirsty?

What is wrong with human beings? Why do I feel thirsty when I see long legs in black stockings? What strange memories did my wild ancestors leave in my genes?

Hurry up, hurry up!

I'm so anxious, haven't you eaten yet? Give it to me faster! I want to check if the black panties match the black. Do you know what color and style of panties to match the black stockings?

Of course it’s best not to wear it!

Hojo Kyosuke was extremely anxious, but he didn't say anything.

Kasumigaoka Utaha is a genius, not only in literary creation, but also in "being a woman". She knows how to maximize her charm without any learning or instruction.

Or perhaps it could be said that as a writer, her keen observation allowed her to get the information she wanted from Hojo Kyosuke's face.

Just as the hem of her skirt was slowly lifted up and her mysterious triangle area was about to be revealed, the girl's slender little hand suddenly stopped.

Hojo Kyosuke suddenly opened his eyes wide, and subconsciously raised his head to look at Senior Shiyu.

What he saw was a pair of bright eyes, a pair of eyes full of teasing, mocking and playfulness.

Those wine-red eyes seemed to be saying, "Want to see it? You want to see it, right? Good boy Kyousuke, do you want to see more?"

Woo woo woo, I was taken advantage of by my bad sister.

Even though he had already pressed Senior Shiyu on the bed and smeared her saliva on her several times before, Hojo Kyosuke was now extremely excited. He didn't even see any flesh, but he was so stimulated and hungry.

Ah...it turns out that cuteness is nothing compared to sexiness.

The sexy big sister is so good at it.

Even Miki-san and Mitsuha act like innocent and good kids in front of Shiyu, let alone a fool like Eriri.

Under the gaze of those eyes full of teasing and teasing, Hojo Kyosuke actually lowered his head guiltily. He raised his hand, took a step forward, and slowly reached towards Senior Shiyu's thigh.

He thought the girl would suddenly let down her skirt and exclaim something like "Ah~ Kyousuke, what are you doing?", but...

Hojo Kyosuke's big hand touched the pair of plump long legs in black silk without any hindrance. There were still cold water droplets from the Coke bottle on his hand, so when his hand covered Senior Shiyu's thigh, he clearly felt the girl's delicate skin suddenly contract.

Friction, friction...

He stroked it left and right, and the cold water droplets moistened the stockings, making them feel wonderful.

The girl's hot skin quickly turned the water droplets into warm, along with Hojo Kyosuke's hands and heart.

The strange thing is that the throat that was coughing as if a hundred Kuafus were chasing the sun just now became moist the moment it touched the senior sister's thigh.

It really quenches your thirst~

Hojo Kyosuke curled his fingers slightly and squeezed hard. The plump and elastic thigh flesh of senior sister Kasumigaoka brought him an indescribable sense of comfort.

It's amazing, humans are such strange animals.

Although walking upright frees up the hands to use tools, isn't it terrifying to see noodle-like creatures walking on the streets?

Haven’t you seen that the imagination of aliens in science fiction movies is nothing more than making their hands and feet longer? So according to this logic, the senior sister’s legs that are beyond the normal proportions should be very scary.

but why?

Why can’t I touch enough?

This warm touch, this elastic and plump feeling...

Why do I want to open my mouth and bite it when I touch it? I was just thirsty and now I’m hungry again?

What kind of mess did my perverted savage ancestors leave in my genetic code?!

(Hojo Kyosuke's conscience: You are invincible. Before, you just blamed me and passed the buck to me, but now you put all the blame on human evolution. Hojo Kyosuke, you are becoming more and more shameless.)

As Hojo Kyosuke caressed her, he noticed the girl's body temperature rising through skin contact.

When he looked up, a shadow blocked his view.

and many more! ?

Hojo Kyosuke suddenly woke up.

When!? When did I kneel on one knee in front of Kasumigaoka-senpai?

Also, wasn't I touching her with just one hand? Why was I holding her legs with both hands? And why was my face pressed against her legs?

And when did the girl's skirt fall down? It was so dark, I couldn't see anything!

Oh, so I hugged Shiyu's legs because I was too scared, that's why. I am a timid person, everyone knows this, I am afraid of school violence, afraid of urban ghost stories, afraid of bad women.

Well, also, as expected, Senior Shiyu’s panties are black, she really knows how to wear them.

Oops, my second personality has taken control of my body again!

He calmly moved his face away from Senior Shiyu's thigh, away, away again, and away again...

Ah, what brand of stockings are these? They feel so good. They don’t even prevent him from feeling the soft skin on Senior Shiyu’s thighs.

"Pfft~~~"

A sweet laugh came from outside the skirt, and Hojo Kyosuke finally turned his face away for the last time.

The cotton skirt slid down from over his head, gently brushed his face, and then fell on his hands.

Well...the pair of evil hands still haven't left the long black legs. There's nothing I can do. I'm too timid and scared.

"How's it going, Kyousuke?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha lowered her head slightly, her big wine-red eyes flickering, her tone sticky:

"I haven't changed my stockings today. Do you smell anything bad?"

Her tone sounded teasing but also worried, and even Hojo Kyosuke couldn't guess what she really meant. This bad woman was really good at playing with innocent little virgins.

But it doesn’t matter, Hojo Kyosuke doesn’t need to guess.

He just lifted up the pleated skirt and put his face on Senior Shiyu's thigh again.

"Suck--"

Taking a deep breath, he came out again.

The girl had a happy smile on her blushing face. She was about to speak, but she saw the man at her feet actually got under her skirt again, and the familiar inhalation sound was heard again.

"Giggle cluck~~~"

A clear and charming laugh sounded, echoing in the cold and silent observatory.

Looking up and smiling at Shiyu, Hojo Kyosuke no longer squatted on the ground in embarrassment. He picked up the bag of midnight snacks that he had thrown aside and slowly stood up.

He slowly exhaled the breath that had been held in his chest towards Kasumigaoka-senpai's face.

"My body is full of Shiyu's scent."

Hojo Kyosuke said with a smile.

Then the girl's beautiful wine-red eyes became more and more moist, and she gently breathed towards Kyosuke's face.

"So, do you like it, Kyousuke?"

She asked with a chuckle, although there was no need to ask, as someone had already liked her so much that his second personality came out to take the blame.

"Of course!"

Hojo Kyosuke nodded without hesitation, and then pretended to squat down again, which made the girl laugh. (End of this chapter)