Name: They're nice, but I don't want to be a villain Minotaur

……

What, what's the situation! ?

Miyajima Tsubaki looked at the thing in her hand absentmindedly.

She originally wanted to wash Miyajima Sakura's clothes.

She touched her pants pockets as usual before doing laundry.

Then take it out...eh?

One……

Huh?Huh?This is?

Miyajima Tsubaki's more than 30 years of life experience told her that this thing is...

Okamoto.

For contraceptive use.

But...eh, eh?

Why is it on Sakura's body?

wait wait wait.

Suddenly, Chun's head felt like a ball of mud, and he felt like the world was spinning.

Why does Sakura have Okamoto on her body? ?

She asked herself word for word.

And even though I didn’t want to believe it, I still figured out the answer... Sakura went on a date with a boy today, and there was an extra Okamoto in her body!

How could that child Sakura...

No no no.

Chun quickly shook his head. After the girl came back, she had a strong figure and light steps. She definitely didn't seem to have suffered any pain. Moreover, this model was still a large size... Although she had not tried it, Chun thought that even she might not be able to adapt to it. At this size, Sakura would never act like a normal person.

but! Yes!

Chun thought again, what if it wasn't Pogua this time?

So what can I say...but Sakura hasn't behaved unusually recently, and she rarely went out today. The last time she went out...it was normal after she came back.

Could it be that Sakura exercises properly on weekdays, so the adaptability and softness there are higher than ordinary people?

not good.

Chun stood up quickly, no longer caring about her clothes, and ran straight to the bathroom.

Then there was no knock.

"Sakura, I'm in." Tsubaki said, turning the doorknob.

"sister--"

"Ah~~~~ah?"

Sakura Miyajima quickly turned off the recording on her phone, and then put her phone back on the sink as if she was guilty of committing a crime.

"mom, Mom, Mom?"

Miyajima Sakura looked at her mother, who started to take off her apron without saying a word.

"Sakura." Chun forced a smile and said, "I haven't taken a bath with you for a long time. Let me rub your back this time, right?"

"Wait, wait...Mom." Miyajima Sakura was a little at a loss.

"Sister" hasn't... heard enough.

"Don't be shy~~" Chun already took off his clothes while talking and laughing, and then pushed his daughter's back.

Miyajima Sakura is definitely considered a mature type among her peers, but compared to Tsubaki, she is still a size smaller.

"My figure is getting better and better." Chun said with a smile, then stretched out his hand to wrap around Sakura's breasts.

"...No, no mom is..." Sakura said.

Her hands were already wrapped around her chest. She had hardly taken a shower with her mother since she entered high school, and now she was very uncomfortable with it.

"alright."

Chun smiled and pushed Sakura's back with her chest: "Don't be shy anymore, come on, give me Kangkang!"

"Wait, wait...Mom!?" Miyajima Sakura half-pushed and was knocked down by Tsubaki.

After careful observation, Miyajima Tsubaki was almost certain that Sakura's last fortress must not have been breached!

Congratulations, congratulations, congratulations.

Miyajima Tsubaki said, and then she had another question in her mind.

No, if the last fortress had not been breached, why would Sakura have this kind of thing on her body?

Shouldn't this thing be carried by boys?

Immediately afterwards, Miyajima Tsubaki took a breath of cold air.

An incredible conclusion was reached.

Her daughter is the one who takes the initiative! !

Oops……

Who is that young man?How could he let his own daughter do this?

How to deal with the enemy?

Miyajima Tsubaki frowned tightly.

She felt as if she had met the biggest enemy in her life.

……

Ps, I went on a picnic with my friends today. After a day of charging, the sun was strong. As a gay man, I had to set up a tent. I was really sleepy when I got home. I originally wanted to be a black cat police chief, plus a It was time to watch, but I couldn't hold it in any longer and fell asleep, leaving the five-shift glass for next time.Also, I want to write "Summer Symphony", let's talk about it in the next volume.

105. I hate racial discrimination

The moon splashes into the stars, and the shadow alone fades.

Small rooms, small windows.

Lin Cun was sitting on his desk, looking at the night sky outside.

In the distance are the neon lights of the big city of Tokyo.

A little bit, I want to smoke.

He used to smoke, but he quit because his roommate didn't like it.

The time travel has continued until now, and his complicated thoughts have aroused his addiction to cigarettes again.

However, this law is extremely strict on the prohibition of selling cigarettes to minors. If he goes to a convenience store like this, he will only be kicked out.

Lin Cun'an seemed to have forgotten something very important.

I have been recalling it for a long time, but I still can’t remember it, so I wanted to smoke a cigarette to refresh myself.

On the road not far downstairs, a junior high school girl who had just finished a cram school and was carrying a schoolbag appeared in Lin Cunan's sight.

"Oh, I remember, I forgot to do my homework."

Lin Cun'an quickly jumped down from the desk and took out books and exercise books.

Only by having fun and completing homework can a healthy student life be considered.

Just as he was writing the book.

There were some noises at the door.

The apartments here are very cheap, so the sound insulation effect is not good.

Just now, the thick "Oye" and the sweet "Elegant Butterfly" came from the house next door. It is a perfect combination of Japan and foreign countries.

This conversation seemed a little more normal.

And it didn't come from the room next door, but from the corridor.

"Oh~~Madam, why are you here alone?"

But one ear can still tell that this kind of rap-style speech is still coming from an old-fashioned cotton harvester.

Every time he hears this sound, Lam Tsuen An will definitely think of the grand scene in the plantation two or three hundred years ago.

Lin Cunan hated two kinds of people in his life.

The first type is racist people and the second type is black people.

Of course, he doesn't think there aren't good people among black people, but even if there are, it's none of his business, since he hasn't met them anyway.

At least now the black man named "Mike" outside is not going to be a bad guy.

According to the manager Takahashi, he just moved in during this time.

And this afternoon when Lin Cun'an went home and went upstairs, he happened to meet a black man.

Lin Cun'an walked up.

And the black people come down.

The two looked at each other for a moment, but Lin Cun'an didn't speak.

The black man spoke with a harvester-like accent:

"Oh, are you a resident here too? I'm Mike who just moved here. Who are you?"

He spoke Japanese, but not very clearly.

"Xiao Lin." Lin Cun'an nodded.

Then he saw a woman wearing a navel-baring outfit and a miniskirt behind him. She was slightly older than Lin Cun'an, but still considered "young."

She is dressed up in a fancy way, but her makeup is very heavy and her skin is very loose.

Lin Cun'an sighed. It seemed that she was just a round-cornered girl.

Mike also noticed Lin Cun'an's gaze. He grinned. Only his teeth were white throughout this black man's body.

But this smile did not contain any kindness, instead it was full of sneer and contempt.

Lin Cun'an pretended not to notice, leaned over Mike and continued walking up.

Mike turned around and slapped his female companion on the butt, making a very strong and loud "pop" sound.

"Yeah~ Yurika, am I much better than the Japanese!?"

"...Yes, yes." Yurika's response was slow for two or three seconds, and then she let out a sweet voice of female flattery, and her whole body was close to the black man's strong body: "Of course, Dad, you are the best~ ~"

"Where's the best?"

“I’ve already said it’s the best~~ Where else is it better? "

It was as if these conversations were deliberately intended to be heard by Lin Cun'an.

Lincun Anye heard it clearly.

But what does it matter to me?I hit the mark.

"How can you cry? Everything will be fine. Let everything go. You just have to think about it~~~???"

Amidst Lin Cun'an's brisk singing, Mike let out a "tsk" sound, looked at the former with his peripheral vision, who was so casual that he didn't care about him at all, and then pinched Yurika's big crotch hard:

"Let's go eat first. When we come back, Papa will fuck you again!"

"Okay~~" Yurika also looked at Lin Cun'an's back, as if she was still unfinished.

……

"Oh, right."

When Lin Cun'an remembered, he touched his pocket and took out a business card.

The words "Momoki Yurika, contact information————" are written on it.