Wrong Address

"...Aizawa-san, is this your thing?" Yoshihara mustered up his courage, lowered his head, not daring to look at the girl in front of him, and handed over the pink handbag in his hand. "I...I found it on the playground. It looked familiar so I brought it back...the place is kind of dirty...but that's how I got it," he said uneasily. The girl in front of the boy turned around and looked at him curiously. Long, smooth black hair draped over her shoulders. Shui Ling's big eyes with long eyelashes revealed a pure and innocent atmosphere. Her mouth was half-opened in a silly way, and her small canine teeth were looming. The childishness that has not yet faded on the face and the soft cheeks with a little baby fat make people want to be bullied. The youthful aura on her body makes her even more cute as a young girl. In sharp contrast to the childish appearance of her face, her high and protruding chest rose and fell with the girl's breathing. "Hey~... Oh! It's mine! Thank you!" Aizawa took the bag carefully like a well-behaved child. Aizawa-san... so cute. He sighed silently in his heart. He inexplicably thought of a sentence: "Such a cute girl, she will cry for a long time if she gets punched, right?" Well, Aisawa will definitely cry for a long time. But the cute Aizawa-san who is like a small animal will always make him have a protective desire. Today's Aizawa-san is also cute. □□□□□□□□□□□□□□□Aisawa didn't come to school today. It's kind of weird. The teacher told them that Aisawa was not feeling well and asked for leave. But when I handed the bag back to her yesterday, wasn't she still fine? Why do you feel uncomfortable all of a sudden? He felt strange, but didn't say it. But he was still thinking about it until after school. It shouldn't be... I arrived home in two subway stations, and it was about half dark at the door of my house. The security guard told him that there was a big courier at his house, and he couldn't fit it there, so he asked the courier to put the courier at his door. "Don't worry, no one will steal it!" The old security guard swore to him.

Why is it so unreliable. But when he saw the courier placed in front of his house, he immediately understood why the security guard was so confident—it was very big, very big—the courier was standing upright against the door of his house, but the It's about the same height as his shoulders. Parents are not at home. He took out his key and opened the door. The box is big and heavy. He was already sweating profusely when he moved it to the living room. "Uh... courier slip... product name, isn't there?" Yoshihara turned the box over, and the courier slip did not have the sender or product name written on it like other couriers. What's even more strange is that there is no logo of the courier company in the upper left corner, and only the delivery address is written on the courier tracking number, and there is no recipient's signature. "Strange..." According to common sense, there should be the recipient's name written by the courier on the courier number, but it is blank, only the printed delivery address information. ... don't know if it's mine. He hesitated. His parents are not at home recently, he is alone, and there should be no courier delivery from his parents recently. Then, there is no doubt that this courier is his own. But I only bought a computer case recently? There is no reason why it should be so big... However, since my home is written on the address, it should also belong to me. The express package is very tight, no trace of pressure. He casually picked up the utility knife on the table and cut the tape. Inside are two boxes. One of them is slightly smaller. Yoshihara took out the two exquisitely packaged boxes, and there was a note at the bottom of the express box. "Product Name: Aizawa Kaori. Type: High School Student. (H, 166)...At the request of the customer, for the convenience of wearing, this time I chose the separate treatment....Thank you for your trust and wish you a happy new life." I copied Picking up the piece of paper, looking at it casually, I don't know what it's talking about... It's weird. He tossed the paper aside. It feels like I just saw something familiar... Forget it. Yoshihara pulled one of the large boxes over and peeled off the plastic. Inside was a flesh-colored object. …No, not just a flesh-colored thing, to be precise. There are also some clothes stacked at the end of the box.

...What the hell is this? He picked up one of the clothes, a girls' school uniform. Familiar color scheme. He spread out the clothes, and the familiar school badge let him see at a glance that this was my school's school uniform. This is a top...ah, do you even have a skirt? Yoshihara took out all the clothes in the box, except for a complete set of school uniforms, bras, and panties with bear patterns. There are even those white stockings that girls wear...all neatly folded. After removing the clothes, there was a pink handbag underneath. So familiar. He picked it up and looked it over. This small bag seems to be the same style as Aizawa-san's bag. There are also some stains that haven't been cleaned in the same places. His eyes returned to the flesh-colored thing in the box. Gently press it with your hands, it has a soft texture like gelatin. Milky white, exuding a milky fragrance from a girl's body. The flesh-colored thing still has a bit of weight to it. Although it can be clearly felt that the inside is empty, it still has a little thickness. He took it out and spread it out on the ground. Hands, feet, fleshy legs, large breasts that stand up unnaturally, and even the hairless mound of shame below... This is the "body" of a girl. No, it's not so much a "body" as it is a "doll costume". This "suit" maintains a perfect shape, except for a few places that are slightly collapsed due to its own gravity, it is still a perfect girl's body as a whole. This... is too refined, right? Yoshihara picked up the right hand of this "suit", with white and delicate cold skin, just like a real girl. On the slender and slender fingers, even the pink fingers under the translucent nails are the same. I squeezed it, and it was empty. It's so real that it's a little weird... He looked at another box uneasily. Do you want to open it? Although a little curious, it is strange that Yoshihara is not disgusted with this thing, and even has another subtle feeling. Do you like it? Are you excited? Can't tell. It should be more of a curiosity. — Let’s open it up and have a look. In the end, curiosity prevailed over reason. He opened the box tremblingly.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh!" Yoshihara threw the box out in horror, and another flesh-colored thing fell out of the box. Different from the previous one, this one is obviously smaller, and it also has what looks like hair, scattered on the ground. ——This is Aizawa's face! The same fair complexion, the same soft expression, but the eyes lost their highlights. He tremblingly approached what looked like Aizawa's head. The small nose and the slightly half-open mouth can vaguely see the cute little canine teeth hidden inside. The little tongue stuck out slightly, still moist. Are you kidding me, I'm going to vomit! what is this? A corpse sent by a killer? Or is this a one-to-one sex toy modeled after Aizawa? In any case, when a familiar person appeared in such a "form", he still felt the sender's full of bad taste. I can't even imagine... Aizawa's image is being sold like a commodity for the entertainment of others, especially the girl I like. Yoshihara felt nauseous, and his stomach convulsed. Yoshihara closed his eyes and quickly picked up the "Aisawa's Skull" that fell on the ground and stuffed it back into the box. No, no, just imagining Aizawa being played around by other men is unbearable to him. He turned his gaze back to the paper again. "□Thank you for choosing suitable! As the largest leather manufacturer in the black market, suitable has always been favored by users who urgently need to hide their identities or change their identities. Different from exchange/possession/transformation, leather is more reversible and The advantages and characteristics of concealment. Want to be a better person? Or want to be the girl you like? Just fill in his/her basic information, submit the order to suitable, and his/her body will be ready the next day Belongs to you! □Product Name: Kaori Aizawa. □Type: High School Student.（H cup 166cm） □Style: Skull and Body Separate Amount: 2180000000 (full payment has been paid) ＊Notes:

① About the body problem. No matter what your figure is, you can perfectly wear the specially treated leather that suits you! Don't worry, your figure will never be an issue, other than a little odd feeling when you wear it. ②About the issues that men need to pay attention to when wearing women's leather products. The breasts etc. have already been solidified, so don't worry about that. You can also put it into the vagina of the skin if the pressure of the skin causes discomfort in your private parts. However, this may also lead to poor concealment of leather objects. ③ On the issue of identity memory. After suitable professional processing, the memory of the original identity of the leather will flood into your mind the moment you put it on! In addition, voice correction/intonation correction/micro-movement correction/expression correction will also occur when fully wearing the leather item. (See ⑦ for details) ④ Regarding the identity of the leather object. After receiving it, please wear it as soon as possible! And try to maintain the living habits of the original identity. Otherwise, the studio will not be responsible for any other problems caused. ..." What's going on? In astonishment, Yoshihara let go of the piece of paper. The two "suits" on the ground are Aizawa himself. Aizawa... was made into a wearable leather item by others... ...If I hadn't received this courier, Aizawa might have been put on by someone else at this time, unknowingly replacing her identity, and that person would use Aizawa's memory, voice, tone, demeanor, Others didn't notice it. He didn't dare to imagine it anymore. He picked up the pink handbag that he had passed from his hand in a trance, and opened it. Inside was the ID card of the former Aizawa and some other things .This is indeed Aizawa's handbag. He didn't order it, but the address on the delivery box is indeed his home address. What should I do? What should I do? Should I hand it over to the police? No, it's impossible. Delivery What is written on it is the address of my home, isn’t handing it over to the police the equivalent of surrendering? But this is not what I ordered? Seeing that the girl I like is made into something like a leather item for people to wear , and he unknowingly became a criminal suspect, it was a sudden disaster.

He numbly stuffed Aizawa's "leather" back into the box, and then put all the clothes and other things back, and stuffed both boxes under the bed. ...Hiding for a day is a day. Let's talk about the future later. □□□□□□□□□□□□□□□

"Hey! Yoshihara! Did you hear that?" In the noisy classroom, the boy lay listlessly on the table. "Ah. What." "That's right——Didn't Aizawa not come for four days? The teacher told us that Aizawa was sick and asked for leave, but that's not the case—guess?" "No, no, that's it. Are you sick and asking for leave? Is there anything strange? It's normal. I don't know..." Yoshihara didn't dare to look directly into his tablemate's eyes, avoiding his tablemate's eyes. How could he not know. Aizawa - was made into a leather object and is still under his bed. But he kept this secret all the time, didn't tell anyone, and didn't even let his parents into his room, and locked his room door every time he went out. "Aizawa—she's not sick—she's missing!" His deskmate was very satisfied with Yoshihara's "ignorance", and solemnly announced this "fact" to him with a slight expression of complacency. "You don't know... Aisawa is actually the daughter of the biggest consortium in our city. It's just that she has always been modest, and most people don't know it. Now that she's gone, the entire city government is in chaos! Especially the police station." He paused at the same table, "Now the people in the investigation team have been checking all the cameras in the city overnight... The school has also been asked to assist in the work. Our principal may not be able to sleep right now~" His deskmate's father Just work in the police station. Of course, what he said at the same table was not false. Well, now the whole city probably knows that Aizawa is missing... Yoshihara twisted his body uncomfortably. But the real Aizawa quilt is now completely empty, stuffed in a box by him, lifeless under his bed... "Yoshihara! Come out." Someone called him outside the corridor. He jumped up suddenly from his chair. "What's the matter?" "Uh, the principal told you to. Anyway, you can go to the principal's office." He felt slightly uneasy. It must not be a good thing... Yoshihara looked around nervously, and most of the classmates looked at him with a playful look. Let's go and have a look first.

He vaguely felt that this had something to do with Aizawa. I hope not. □□□□□□□□□□□□□

"Yoshihara-san. Cough. Let me see... you need to work harder in your studies." In the principal's room, the principal with a Mediterranean hairstyle seemed to be casually looking at the computer. What is displayed on the computer is Yoshihara's information in the school's education system. "Okay, Headmaster." He stared nervously at the ground, his feet raised and lowered nervously. "Uh...the principal called you here, and he wanted to tell you something." Yoshihara prayed silently in his heart. I hope it's not about Aizawa! ... "——It's about the Aizawa incident in your class." He sank into the bottom of his heart. "Student Aizawa has good grades and is often one of the hosts of school activities. You should know each other, right? Everyone in the same class should know each other." The principal said intermittently, protracted, "She hasn't come to school recently, of course , and did not go home. But our school, in order to prevent the incident from spreading and negatively affect the students, we have always told you that she is not feeling well and asked for leave. Right?" "...Yes." "But actually , Aizawa is missing. The police also asked us to assist in the investigation, so our school is also actively cooperating. So we called the cameras around the school." The principal stopped, moved his hand to the mouse, and clicked on a video. A video will start playing on the display. The four corners of the video, the time and some other data are obviously a surveillance video. In the corner of the video, a male student is chasing another female student with a small pink bag. The female classmate is very well developed, and the loose school uniform seems to be unable to cover the two giant peaks on her chest. The male student hesitated for a moment, lightly touched the shoulder of the girl in front of him whose back was facing him, and handed over the pink packet. The two stood and talked for a while, then both walked out of the frame. There is a lot of noise in the video, and it is not very clear. Although it is difficult to hear what they are saying, it is still possible to vaguely see that the two people in the picture are Aizawa and Yoshihara. The video is over. "As you can see, we found this clip when we checked the surveillance. So we sent this video to the police as required. Uh, the police station attaches great importance to this clip."

The headmaster hesitated, but he still spoke out. "Of course, we believe that the students in our school are all good students with good moral character, and this kind of thing will not happen. We also tried our best to fight for it—but the police insist on investigating you." "Don't be too Nervous, it’s okay.… At that time, maybe tomorrow, investigators may come to your home to check, er, and maybe make some oral records with you. It’s okay, the clearer clears himself.” “That’s it Don't be too nervous, go back." The principal patted him on the shoulder, smiled and beckoned him to go back. Yoshihara came out in a daze, and closed the door behind him. No... hope? I can't hide it anymore. Silence will no longer work. He couldn't imagine it. "A high school male student killed a female classmate just to satisfy his selfish desires! He did such a thing so cruelly... Is it the loss of social morality or the loss of humanity?!" I will definitely become the headline in the city by then. No, it could also be a national headline. He smiled feebly. Moral decay he does not know. Now he just wants to keep himself. He just wants to live a peaceful life. Now, all it takes is "Aizawa" to appear again. That's the only way... right? □□□□□□□□□□□□□□□父母今天也不在家 ，只能坐地铁去学校。 Yoshihara got up very early today. Of course, it's not all about waking up early for school. ...and more important things. Lock the door and draw the curtains. He checked the surroundings carefully, making sure that the interior of his room could not be seen anywhere. Yoshihara looked around cautiously and reconfirmed. It's alright... He took a deep breath, his heart beating wildly. Yoshihara got down on his stomach and pulled out two boxes from under the bed. Open it, and inside is Aizawa's leather. No matter which time he watched it, he felt a little creepy... especially when he thought that this was Aizawa himself. He checked the hide every time he came home for four days to make sure it hadn't been touched. But when he looked at it for the third time, he developed another subtle emotion from fear to this "suit".

Yoshihara had been **** to admit the excitement and satisfaction he felt when he examined the hide. But even though he stubbornly believes that he is a man with a sense of justice, his body has always been honest. He opened the larger box, and took out the white and delicate leather inside. Yoshihara felt that his lower body had begun to swell uncontrollably. Aizawa's body is here... He "accidentally" touched Aizawa's huge breasts, and then "accidentally" rubbed them lightly. Although the inside of the body is hollow...but the breasts have always been solid. A texture similar to gels and meatballs. Even the thighs. The legs also have some soft substance similar to fat, which makes the leather look thicker all of a sudden. It is estimated that it is to maintain the soft feel of the meaty legs. As of now, everything is irreversible. Can't let one person's misfortune lead to another innocent person's misfortune... just let "Aizawa" appear again! He pulled the hide up. The leather was bouncing slightly due to its own weight, while the two big white rabbits were violently rippling. I didn't expect it to be people of the same age...the development is too good. Yoshihara stared at the swaying meat ball, and stretched out his hand to gesture. Couldn't hold it in one hand at all... come on and wear it. He sat on the bed, hugging the fur. Stretch your feet through the neck of this "suit", and there is no sense of blockage. The strange thing is that although it is only a "suit", it still maintains the temperature, and it is warm and humid inside. He stuck his right leg in and pulled the hide up. It's a bit like wearing socks... Although the tender white and exquisite little feet are much smaller than his own, but when Yoshihara puts his own feet on, they fit weirdly. Toes... just stuff them in one by one, right? He fiddled with it and covered Aizawa's little foot. Surprisingly, it's okay... This is a feeling of wrapping, which is different from the tight feeling of the swimsuit, like a soft thing wrapping one's feet, similar to the feeling of soft flesh. The elasticity of the leather is very good. Even if you put it on, you can still pull it off a little. This is the girl's feet... The slightly rosy skin can be broken by blows. Yoshihara tried to move Aizawa's little feet that had been covered with leather, and they were much more flexible than his original ones.

The right foot is also all aligned on the sleeve. Continue to pull the leather up, Yoshihara watched his legs gradually become Aizawa's fleshy legs. His legs were much thinner than Aisawa's...but when he covered his legs with leather, they were perfectly soft and fleshy like a girl's. Hmm... the thickness of the leather is kept in consideration of this point. The legs fit together with the leather, as if they were sunk in the gelatin. After the breasts, the buttocks are the second thickest part of the skin. It's like putting on a piece of meat... Due to the physiological differences between the sexes, women's buttocks are always much fuller than men's. The same is true between Yoshihara and Aizawa. Just the right weight and thickness to cover his skinny buttocks perfectly. Yoshihara stood up, his lower body had completely turned into a girl. Weird feeling... Is it because the field of vision has become shorter? He stood on tiptoe, and the soft flesh of his buttocks bounced along with it. Is it really getting shorter? He could still see the clock on top of the bookcase before, but now he had to tiptoe to see it. ...After all, there is a difference of more than 20 centimeters. "!" My avatar, who hadn't noticed before, slipped out of Aizawa's hairless white tiger at some point, the dark stick seemed too abrupt on the perfect girl. Woo... no! The unexplored hole tightly wrapped around his cock, making his dick even harder. Yoshihara tried to push his cock back, but to no avail. On the one hand, it was because his dick had reached unprecedented firmness, and on the other hand, it was because the wrinkled acupuncture point was too narrow and tight. Continue to pull the leather up. At the same time, he put on his gloves, and the rest of them fit his body naturally. Fingers...hey, that's all right? Aizawa's big breasts were pressed against his chest, and the momentary weight shift made him almost fall down. too exaggerated! The huge double breasts even made it difficult for him to see "his own feet". When he looked down, there were only two tender white breast balls, and on the small areolas were pink, tender and cute little nipples. Said to be excellent decoration. Now the line of sight has become extremely noticeably shorter. He adjusted the leather of his neck with Aisawa's slender fingers. One step away... she can perfectly become Aizawa.

Yoshihara's gaze inadvertently swept to the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the room. In the mirror, the small and delicate feet, the sensual calf, and the plump buttocks create a perfect curve, and above that are the huge breasts that tremble slightly with Yoshihara's breathing. A clear boundary was formed at the neck: below was the girl's pink and fair skin, while above was his originally slightly dark, rough male skin. He is not quite used to this body yet. Yoshihara staggered and moved his feet to another box. Big breasts...is also a burden. He obviously felt the pressure on his shoulders was getting bigger, and with every step he took, the pair of big breasts would shake violently. It has to be a perfect thing... He opened the slightly smaller box and took out Aisawa's skull. At this time, Aizawa's face had a serene expression, although his eyes were still open, they were already something like a thin film. Cherry's small mouth was slightly opened, and her tongue was slightly stretched out. Her mischievous and lively appearance made the already cute Aizawa look even cuter. He pushed back Aizawa's long, silky hair, opened it, and stuck his head in. The leather is gradually fitting together, and the tongue is also set. The eyes are covered by Aisawa's pupils that have become thin film. "Ah~ cough cough." The voice also changed. Now, he is completely Aizawa♡ He walked towards the floor-to-ceiling mirror, admiring his new body. The girl with big breasts in the mirror looked at him curiously. Except for the male cock protruding from the girl's crotch, her gestures exude a youthful and girly atmosphere. Yoshihara didn't even realize that his thoughts and demeanor had become completely feminine, everything was so natural. A warm current slowly extended from the spine, and Aizawa's memory gradually became clear. Except that "inside" is a man, and Aizawa is already back. He picked up the clothes in the box and put them on one by one. Although it was the first time for him to wear girls' clothes, he didn't feel awkward and clumsy because of the first time. Because he is Aizawa♡How can you be unfamiliar with your own clothes?

The white bra restrained the pair of restless big white rabbits, and the bear pattern panties pressed up on the firm cock. Putting on the pleated skirt, it perfectly fit the curves of this body. The blue and white school uniform highlights her pure temperament even more on the girl's body. She skillfully put on the white silk stockings, and put her little feet into the simple brown leather shoes. "Aizawa" returned to reality in this way. The girl shyly lifted the short skirt on her knees, revealing a tender white thigh that was outlined by the stockings and looked fleshy. The blue and white uniform jacket slightly cinched the slender waist, and the exquisite figure was looming. A dreamy rotation, the pleated skirt is slightly lifted by the centrifugal ****, the corner of the panties is exposed, and the cartoon bear pattern is clearly visible. Now, no matter who looks at it, it's Aizawa himself, right? The wind driven by his body brushed over his inner thighs, making it cool. Ah... No, there are still some flaws on the neck. He almost forgot where the two parts of the hide joined. Although the upper and lower parts of the neck fit perfectly, some folds and cracks can be clearly seen at the junction. He felt slightly regretful. so be it? He found a black and white ribbon with lace, tied it at the cleft of the neck according to Aizawa's memory and instinct, and delicately tied a cute bow. This way... no one else will see it, right? Return to the room and continue to adjust in the mirror. The girl in the mirror gave him a playful smile, showing the unique charm of a young girl. Except that there seems to be some foreign objects slightly lifted up on the girl's skirt, "Aizawa" is still the same Aizawa, so there should be no problem, right? "Aizawa" looked at the mirror again nervously, and picked up the last pink bag in the box. A sense of guilt and immorality made him feel a little nervous. This is something that can't be helped... "Aizawa" finally smiled at the mirror. However, since it is "Aisawa" now, let's try to play her as well as possible? □□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□

"The train bound for xxx is about to enter the station. Please do not approach the screen door. Please wait in line and be careful of the gap between the train and the platform." Yoshihara, no, now it is "Aizawa" to be precise, and now I regret it, very regretful. She should have stuffed her doppelganger back into the leather before taking the subway. She didn't expect that Tu Yi's convenience would cause so much trouble. Her current doppelgänger is now taut and high, her skirt has been tented. She didn't expect this body to be so sensitive. Every time she took a step, the little white rabbit on her chest would vibrate restlessly—even though she was restrained by a bra. Too big...she was already trying to take small steps, but even the slightest rubbing of her nipples against the soft fabric of her bra was a thrill. She now has to keep the bag in front of her skirt and try not to exercise vigorously as much as possible. But there are also many people at the station, and there are still many people going to work. The station was overcrowded, and the accidental collision of pedestrians would make her feel the tingling feeling from the small dot again. She looked around nervously. Most of the people around were playing with their mobile phones and did not look up at her. But from time to time, someone looked at her with a subtle look, and then quickly looked away. This body...is a bit too noticeable. Aizawa has developed so well that it is inevitable to attract the attention of others. Has Aizawa been looked at by others like this before... I don't know if she will get used to it. But "she" must not be used to it. Secretly stuff your doppelganger back? She held the bag in one hand and blocked the other hand in front of her skirt. She slowly grasped the restless cock with her right hand, trying to push it back into the hole. It's a little... tight. Even though she was trying hard to squeeze that hard cock without making a big move, it was no use. Pull it out a little first...and then stuff it in... "Wow!" The cock broke free from her fingers, popped out suddenly, and became more and more firm under the tight squeeze of the acupoints. Everyone around heard the cute but strange moans from the big-breasted high school student, and almost everyone turned their eyes away from their phones and looked at the teenage girl wearing a collar in confusion.

"Uh!" She quickly took her hand out of her skirt, her bag tightly blocking the skirt. After the person next to him looked away, he took his right hand out from behind the bag. No... my hands became sticky. There was no paper in the bag either... The crystal-clear viscous liquid stuck to it, forming threads between the fingers. This is the secretion of the pubic mound. Need to go to the bathroom to wash off? She looked anxiously at the time on the platform. No... time is running out. Let's wipe it on the skirt first... There is no other way. □□□□□□□□□□□□□

Aizawa-san is back. This is not something unprecedented. But when Aizawa came back, the atmosphere of the whole class was as lively as New Year's Eve. A large group of people surrounded her, some asked, some comforted, and most of them just said a few words without thinking. This is not surprising, after all, Aizawa is the most popular in the class. She is also a beauty and can learn, and is gentle to everyone. I don't think it's surprising - it's just a matter of taking a few days off and coming back to school. But some people in the class said that she was not unwell, but missing. Some people also said that Aizawa's leave may have something to do with Yoshihara (because Yoshihara is the only one who was called to the principal's office these days). I'm more inclined to say that she is uncomfortable. After all, the latter two statements are too far-fetched. A large group of male and female students surrounded by him were still chatting and laughing with Aizawa. For some reason, Aizawa seemed a little restrained today. Although the voice is still so clear and gentle, I can always vaguely feel that Aizawa's voice is trembling. ——Maybe it’s really because of my physical discomfort. I looked around for a week, and most of the students in the classroom had arrived, except for one familiar figure. ...that empty table...is it Yoshihara's? It was a strange thing that Yoshihara hadn't come. In the past, he was the kind of person who didn't ask for leave even if he had a low fever. ——Could it be related to Aisawa? I inexplicably thought of that statement, and then quickly denied it. ...just a coincidence. "Ring, ring, ring..." The alarm rang, and a large group of people around Aizawa finally dispersed and returned to their seats. I let out a long breath, and finally... Aizawa-san is sitting on my left. When they stand around Aizawa, they will block the light outside, causing my place to be filled with darkness. This feeling makes me very uncomfortable. ——It's not that I'm frigid, but that Aizawa is really not my type. ...It is so well developed that two mountains bulge out on its chest. It's too big...a full grip is enough. Too big for my liking. But apart from me, other boys like it very much. "It's time for class. First, turn to page 53 of the book. Let's take a look at what we're going to learn today. First..."

Take notes as usual. There seemed to be a vaguely strange smell in the air. I sniffed vigorously, but there seemed to be no smell. Is it an illusion? Aizawa next to him moved his body, making the sound of cloth rubbing against each other. I looked over and met her eyes. Aizawa smiled nervously at me, then took a pen and started taking notes. There is a lace collar around her neck, which is not very obvious, in the middle of her neck. Aizawa was lying on the table, clutching his stomach with his left hand, and seemed uncomfortable. "Uh uh♡" Aizawa next to him suddenly let out a cute panting, his body trembled, and the two big white rabbits on his chest also jumped violently. Turning his head, he happened to see the turbulent scene. She didn't know when her face turned red, she was blushing, and she was enduring something. I always feel... the behavior of Aizawa-san today is a bit strange. I shook my head and continued to take notes. But Aizawa's movements seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, and even his body began to tremble slightly. "嘤♡" The whole class heard it now. Everyone looked at her. "Aizawa-san, are you feeling unwell?" When I looked at her, she was looking at me shyly but slightly angrily. To avoid embarrassment, I had **** but to ask a question without thinking. "No... um, uh♡ no, no..." Okay. My face also became hot. I don't know if it was because I accidentally saw the large white and ravines on Aizawa-san's bare chest, or I heard her strange but sweet voice. I turned back quickly. Classes are still going on as normal. Aizawa kept making small movements. Although the temperature was not high, she seemed very hot, unbuttoning a few buttons of her jacket like a man. She tugged at the collar to breathe, like a boy would after a game. The top was also wet, and the originally thin uniform top was sweat-stained, slightly transparent, and the white bra inside could be vaguely seen. The clothes fit against her skin, outlining her plump curves. I can't study anymore. On the one hand, it was the rustling sound caused by the small movements of Aizawa next to him, and on the other hand, it was the increasingly familiar sour smell in the air. My mind is no longer on the textbook!

Help! I just want to study hard! But the second child raised up obediently and stubbornly, and the soft panting that came from Aizawa next to him from time to time became more and more irritatingly hard. what is this? Is this heaven or hell? "Linglingling..." "Class is over. We'll talk about the rest tomorrow." As soon as the teacher closed the book, I rushed out like flying. Can't...can't sit there anymore! I was panting for breath, and my heart was beating wildly. Why does it feel like Aizawa is a different person when he returns from leave? I sprawled out on the balcony, distracted by looking into the distance, to calm my little brother down. Two slightly elastic and slightly harder protrusions touched my back lightly, and then it seemed like two large groups of soft fat gradually pressed up. "Ugh!" I was startled, turned around and wanted to push away the foreign object, but saw Aizawa-san who was full of lust at this time, with both hands sunk in her big breasts, fingertips were squeezed by the soft breasts with. "Isn't it... um!" I was about to withdraw my hand in a panic, but Aizawa covered my mouth. She covered my mouth with one hand soaked in clear mucus, and pressed my left hand to her big tits with the other. The eyelashes on her watery eyes flickered, and she stuck out her little tongue in a playful and cute way. "Don't tell anyone, okay♡"

Now Yoshihara has become the fifth day of "Aizawa". She has never taken off her skin, and she still wears it now and then when she sleeps—of course, at Aizawa's house. . Go back to her house as Aizawa, speak in her tone, and imitate her posture. Compared with Aizawa's magnificent villa, Yoshihara's home is simply a garbage dump. Everything is better than the original "Yoshiwara"... There is no reason to give up this identity. Whether it's this cute girl's face with a little baby fat, or this sexy and sensitive body. As usual, I go to school in a car driven by a driver hired by my family. Yoshihara has been gradually forgotten. The school claimed that Yoshihara had already transferred, and it did not cause any disturbance in the class. Mimicking Aizawa's pace, he walked diligently to her seat and sat down. Since the last incident, the nerd next to her seemed to have become more self-closing, and he didn't even dare to look at her. ...Is it my fault? No, how can the super popular and most artistic and lovely classmate "Aizawa" be wrong? The good friends of "Aizawa" gathered around again, chatting nonsense. With her memory and leather tone adjustment, it is not a problem to deal with it. "Hey-hey! You don't know?" At the end of the classroom, a group of boys were making noise. "The largest underworld group in the city has been taken over! Isn't the Xinjie gangster arrested today? The villa hidden in the suburbs of the city took more than ten days to be discovered..." "I seem to have heard that the underworld was in that nine or something There are several sets of assets in the villa area. Could it be that they were caught there?" "Let me see...it seems to be. Nine Dragon Lake...here." "Aizawa"'s ears moved slightly, although he was still talking with Friends chat, but the mind is already in the conversation of the group of boys. "What are you talking about... the amount of money laundered is more than 90 billion... nonsense. How could it be so much? And... the whereabouts of the remaining 2 billion funds are still unknown."

"Aizawa" - Yoshihara's home is in Kuhu District. It is only one word away from Jiulong Lake. "...the suspect fled after being controlled by the police in early October, and hid in unit x, building x, Jiulonghu villa area for two months." The group of boys read a newspaper. Yoshihara's home is also in building x, unit x. It's just that it's not Jiulong Lake, but Jiuhu Lake. Ah, I sent it wrong... But, thank you for your sacrifice. While the girls around her were attracted by the strange cry from the boy at the end of the classroom, she gently held the soft breast balls on her chest and kneaded them. It feels good in the hand... After all, it belongs to "me", right?