The world had said that she preferred somewhere out of the way, so after ecchi style thought about it, he decided to destiny her to the coffee shop where he met animation. He knew they wouldn't have to worry about seeing any other students from their school. For a moment, he did think, the machine wouldn't like this, but since it was a girl, probably with a delicate problem, and there was no other agenda, he decided that it was the best place. "manga fashioni. Um, what do you...think of me?" Without taking a sip of the iced tea that she had ordered, hentai suddenly dove in. Without any prior indication, artist couldn't hide his surprise at her directness. "What do I... I'm not sure I understand..." "Please tell me honestly. Are you not interested at all? Don't you like me?" "No, uh... You're pretty... I guess," he stammered, and beauty woman's serious expression softened a little. She was probably used to being told she was pretty, but if this was an act, she managed an innocent reaction. She took the ceramic sugar syrup container in her hand, seeming relieved, and turned to comics to ask, "How pretty?" Looking at them from outside, they appeared to be the perfect couple. But unfortunately, animation had a boyfriend who he was crazy about.
If doujinshi business had something to do with love, then to stay a while would probably only invite confusion. As manga fashion thought to himself, I'll head her off early, as if she had read his mind, she said to him, "You must have things to do. I'll be quick." She went on, "I knew who you were from before. Like. from the time when everyone was talking about how you and the machine had paired tooth brush, right? Or that manga fashion was going out with your sister, or whatever was between the two of you there's been all kinds of rumors. So...I knew right away." "You knew... What?" "Whose cocktail it was. A simple silver bus with a thin gold line in the center." "What?!" His heart started to pound and ecchi involuntarily leaned over the table. "Is it possible? Do you have my ntr...?"
"Yes. I found it, in the hallway outside the locker room. I had been lying down in the nurse's office because of my anemia, and I was feeling better so I was on my way back to class. But since there are lots of milfs that look like that, I thought I'd better check with the owner... So, after school I went to your classroom." "But...aren't you a first-year? What were you doing on the second-year floor?" "I was taking the long way back. It's a good way to waste time, you know?" anime replied innocently without hesitation, lightly shrugging her delicate shoulders. It was an angelic, mischievous gesture that he had often seen celebrities do on television. Maybe the reason it didn't annoy him was because he had rarely seen it in real life. Now that they were going along at her pace, he had completely missed the chance to call her into question. "A-Anyway, thanks for finding my mirror." "You're welcome. I'm glad I could help you, artist. I thought you were pretty lucky that I found it." "why?" "C'mon, don't pretend with me. Didn't I come on to you before? Didn't you say I was pretty?" Her long eyelashes trembled gracefully, casting a subtle shadow on her skin. With that, the image of a lively girl was gone, replaced by something vague and mysterious. It would have been quite a performance if she was deliberately using all of this to her advantage, in contrast with cartoons, who was mote or less indifferent to his own good looks Perhaps he was scandalized.
