"Mei, Meiji, aren't you abroad?" Toru Watanabe's heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were all trembling.

It's over, it's over. Did the outing make her angry? Or is there a camera in the haunted house?

"Come here." Miki Kujo's tone became even colder.

Watanabe Toru had no choice but to walk over.

Kujo Miki pointed to the tatami directly in front of her: "Sit down."

"Mei Ji, just tell me where I went wrong and I will correct it. I guarantee there will be no next time."

Kujo Miki still pointed at the tatami and sneered without saying anything.

Watanabe Toru was sitting obediently in front of her. Kujo Miki suddenly raised her right foot and stepped on his face, and he caught it easily.

"It's your reward." Miki Kujo said something with unclear meaning without any surprise in her tone.

Watanabe Toru looked at the leg wrapped in pantyhose in his hand. He didn't know whether the reward she was talking about was the step just now, or this leg.

He glanced at Kujo Miki. This woman seemed to be waiting for his reaction.

How can you admit defeat at this time!

Watanabe Toru stretched out his other hand and covered the nine beautiful girls' calves, and the smooth texture of high-end pantyhose was immediately conveyed.

But his actions were more like massaging her than taking advantage.

However, when it comes to touching a girl’s legs, to what extent is it the limit between massage and sexual intercourse?

"You had a lot of fun today." Kujo Miki still let him touch her calf, picked up a photo from the table, and placed it in front of Watanabe Teru's head.

Toru Watanabe had to lean back slightly to see clearly what was on the photo.

Fortunately, it wasn't a photo of him holding Qing Ye Rin in a haunted house, otherwise it would have been all over.

"I didn't sit with the girls." He looked at this snapshot of the roller coaster, "You don't know, Mei Ji, when I went out to play today, I specially called two boys and didn't take a photo with them. I tried my best to walk on the road.

Keep your distance and just socialize."

"oh?"

"If you don't believe me, you can ask!"

"What about the haunted house?"

"Ghost, what happened to the haunted house?"

Kujo Miki sneered and snorted: "Isn't it comfortable to hold other girls' hands?"

"..."

"How can I punish you?"

Miki Kujo still had a smile on her face, but her eyes suddenly darkened, which sent a chill down Toru Watanabe's spine.

"Um, Meiji, you're gone."

Miki Kujo lowered her head, one of her feet was held by Toru Watanabe, and the hem of her skirt was naturally lifted up.

She was wearing pantyhose today, and through the high-end black layer, she could vaguely see the pure white fabric.

Kujo Miki put her hand on the hem of her skirt and slowly lifted it up: "What, do you want to see here?"

"It's okay." Watanabe Toru glanced at it subconsciously, but immediately looked away.

It’s instinct to look at the first thing, but it’s quality not to look at it the second time!

"Okay." Kujo Miki said with a smile.

Then her face suddenly darkened again: "If you didn't do anything wrong today."

As she said that, she also kicked her other foot, and was naturally caught again by the free fighting master Toru Watanabe.

My current posture is very bad.

The girl wearing black pantyhose sat on the table, and her legs were grabbed by Toru Watanabe who was sitting there. The hem of her skirt did not disappoint Newtonian mechanics, and slid down to her waist.

His face was directly under the skirt.

The most frightening thing was that Toru Watanabe found that Miki Kujo was actually blushing a little.

Are you excited?

Turns out to be a pervert?

Making her feel comfortable was completely contrary to his purpose.

"Sorry." Toru Watanabe immediately let go of his hand and took the opportunity to stand up and take a few steps away from her.

Kujo Miki sneered, stood up from the table, straightened her skirt, and walked out the door: "Follow me."

"Where to go?"

"Don't you want to meet your parents?"

"this......"

Two minutes later, Toru Watanabe was running wildly on Shinjuku Avenue, with the luxury car carrying Miki Kujo driving beside him at a speed of 20 yards.

Is this a punishment for not making her feel comfortable?

I could only hear the whistling of the wind in my ears, and my feet had long since lost control.

The tips of her hair were gently blown by the summer evening breeze, and the fine sweat gradually gathered into a plump drop of water, flowing down her cheeks and neck.

Keep your eyes fixed forward, not squinting, and breathe evenly, as if you are going to run all the way to your destination.

Passers-by who went out to play at night all looked at him.

Toru Watanabe's legs run very briskly, his thighs drive his lean calves, his toes touch the ground gently for a cushion, and his heels touch the ground, which is full of athletic beauty.

Coupled with the fact that he is so handsome, it is almost like the scene in the movie where handsome guys chase cars.

After running for a few streets, Toru Watanabe couldn't hold on any longer.

Even breathing and standard running posture are all deformed.

"Ha ha--"

He stopped, put his hands on his knees, panted violently, and his heart was filled with the anger of being teased.

On the bustling Shinjuku Avenue, he shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Why! Why do I have to live like a henpeck!!!"

The people around him burst into laughter and pointed at him.

The trendy young man playing guitar and singing on the roadside even started humming impromptu.

"The street in Shinjuku at night~, the handsome guy is running~, why~~~why~~~it turns out he is being trained by his girlfriend~~~"

What follows is a storm of pinging and ringing guitars.

The laughter became more enthusiastic.

Many girls covered their mouths and snickered.

In the luxury car, under the dark light, Kujo Miki looked coldly at the smiling passers-by.

"Let him come up."

The car stopped smoothly beside Toru Watanabe, and the door slowly opened.

Watanabe Toru calmed down his breathing, then slowly straightened up and got into the car.

Then, the black car disappeared like a shadow on the busy Shinjuku Avenue.

Miki Kujo left the center armrest, leaned against the left door, and came face to face with Toru Watanabe, who was lowering his head and panting.

"Forget it this time, if there is a next time, I will let you run around naked."

"No, ha, not anymore." Toru Watanabe gasped and shook his head, "I will never go to a haunted house again."

"I mean, don't you dare say 'hepology' on the street again."

"Aren't you allowed to tell the truth?"

"No." Kujo Miki denied with a gloomy face.

Despite this, Toru Watanabe always had the intuition that she wouldn't really get angry if he told her. However, based on the principle that if you don't do it, you won't go wrong, so 'wife control' should still be listed as a forbidden word.

Although he is getting better and better, running naked on Shinjuku Avenue is not the purpose of his fitness.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped at the entrance of a courtyard full of ancient charm, like a general's mansion in a Dahe drama.

Watanabe Toru got out of the car and looked left and right from the gate. Even if he looked far away, he couldn't see the second house.

How many bad things must be done to own a house with such a vast land in the center of Tokyo?

Watanabe Toru followed Kujo Miki in, passed through the courtyard that was larger than the Kamikawa High School baseball field, and finally reached the entrance.

"Miss." A woman in kimono bowed.

"Take him to take a bath." Kujo Miki pointed at Watanabe Toru and said to the man.
To be continued...