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  • ใšใถใšใถใจใ€ใชใ—ๅดฉใ—็š„ใซใ€็›ฎ็š„ใ‚’่ฆ‹ๅคฑใ„ใคใคใ‚‚ใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใƒŠใ‚บใจ

    ใใ‚Œใ‹ใ‚‰ใฏไบ‹ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ”ใจใซใƒŠใ‚บใซ่ช˜ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ€ใ€Œๆ‰‹่งฃใใ€ใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ ่ˆใ‚ใฆ่ˆใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ€้ฃฒใ‚“ใง้ฃฒใพใ‚Œใฆใ€ๆŒฟใ‚ŒใฆๆŒฟใ‚Œใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ€‚ ใƒŠใ‚บใฏ้™ใ‚Š็„กใๅบ•ใชใ—ใงใ€ใ“ใ„ใคใจ่‚Œใ‚’้‡ใญๅˆใ‚ใ›ใ‚‹ใฎใŒๆ—ฅๅธธใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ใใฎใ›ใ„ใ‹ใ€ๆœ€่ฟ‘ใ€ๆ˜Ÿใ•ใ‚“ใธใฎๆ„Ÿใ˜ๆ–นใŒๅค‰ใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ ไปฅๅ‰ใฏๆ˜Ÿใ•ใ‚“ใซๅฏพใ—ใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใฏไธŠๆ‰‹ใๆŽฅใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅ‡บๆฅใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใจใฆใ‚‚่ช ๅฎŸใงใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๆ†งใ‚Œใฎๅฟตใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใฆใ„ใฆใ€ๅฅฝใ„ใฆใ„ใฆใ‚‚้ ใ„ๅญ˜ๅœจใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅฝผๅฅณใจไผš่ฉฑใ™ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใงใ‚‚่ƒธใŒ้ซ˜ใถใฃใฆใ€่ฉฑใ—ใ‹ใ‘ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚‚้›ฃใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ไปŠใงใฏใพใฃใŸใ็ทŠๅผตใ—ใชใใชใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅฝผๅฅณใŒๆ™‚ๆŠ˜ใƒ‰ใ‚ธใฃใฆใ‚‚็ฌ‘ใฃใฆๅŠฉใ‘ใฆใ‚ใ’ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใŸ(ไปฅๅ‰ใฏใ€็ทŠๅผตใงๅŠฉใ‘ใŸใใจใ‚‚ใ€ๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅ‡บใ—่พ›ใ‹ใฃใŸ) ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎใƒ‰ใ‚ธใ‚’ๆฅใ˜ใ‚‹ๆ˜Ÿใ•ใ‚“ใ‚’ๅฏๆ„›ใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ใใฎๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใฏไปฅๅ‰ใจใฏ้•ใ†ๆ„Ÿๆƒ…ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ ๅฝผๅฅณใซ่ƒธใฎ้ซ˜ๆšใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใชใใชใฃใŸไปฃใ‚ใ‚ŠใซไปŠใงใฏ ๆ™ฎๆฎตใ€ๅฏบใงใƒŠใ‚บใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใ ใ‘ใงใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใฎ่‚ขไฝ“ใ‚’ๆ€ใ„ๅ‡บใ—ใฆใ€ๆฌฒๆƒ…ใ‚’่ฆšใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใใ—ใฆใ€ใƒŠใ‚บใ‚‚ใใ‚Œใ‚’ๅฏŸใ—ใฆใ‹ใ€ใ“ใฃใใ‚ŠไบŒไบบใฃใใ‚ŠใงๆŠœใ‘ๅ‡บใ—ใฆใ€่ปฝใไบ‹ใ‚’ๆธˆใพใ™ใฎใ ใ€‚ ็ถšใใฏๅคœใซใ€‚ใจ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ๆฎ‹ใ—ใฆใ€‚ ใใ‚“ใชๅ •่ฝใ—ใŸๆ—ฅใ€…ใ‚’้Žใ”ใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ไปŠใ€ใ‚ใ„ใคใฏๅƒ•ใฎ่ƒธใฎไธญใซๅฑ…ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œๅ›ใ‚‚็งใฎๆ‰ฑใ„ๆ–นใซๆ…ฃใ‚ŒใฆใใŸใญใ€‚ใ€ ๅƒ•ใฏใƒŠใ‚บใ‚’ๆŠฑใใ—ใ‚ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ ใƒŠใ‚บใฏๅพŒใ‚ใ‹ใ‚‰ๆŠฑใใคใ‹ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใŒๅฅฝใใ ใ€‚ ใ„ใคใ‚‚ใ€่กŒ็‚บใ‚’ใ™ใ‚‹ๅ‰ใซใ“ใ‚Œใ‚’ๅผท่ซ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€ŒๅฐๆŸ„ใฎไฝ“ใ‚‚ใ„ใ„ใญใ€‚ๅ›ใ‚’ๅ…จ่บซใงๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ”ไธปไบบๆง˜ใฎๆง˜ใช้•ท่บซใ˜ใ‚ƒใ“ใ†ใ‚‚ใ„ใใพใ„ใ€ ใจใƒŠใ‚บใฏๅƒ•ใซไฝ“้‡ใ‚’้ ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ€Œ่‰ฒๆฐ—ใฎใชใ„ใ“ใฎไฝ“ใ˜ใ‚ƒๅ›ใซใฏไธ่ฉ•ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใ‘ใฉใญใ€‚ใ€ ใจใƒŠใ‚บใฏใใ™ใ‚Šใจ็ฌ‘ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ‚ˆใ่จ€ใ†ใ€‚ๆฏŽๆ—ฅใใฎไฝ“ใง่ˆˆๅฅฎใ•ใ›ใฆใ„ใ‚‹็™–ใซใ€‚ ้ ญใ‚’ๆ’ซใงใฆใ‚„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ“ใ†ใ„ใ†่‡ชๅ˜ฒ็š„ใชๅฐ่ฉžใ‚’ๅใๆ™‚ใฏ้ ญใ‚’ๆ’ซใงใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ‚ตใ‚คใƒณใ ใ€‚ ใƒŠใ‚บใฏใ€Œใ‚“ใฃใ€ใจ็”˜ใฃใŸใ‚‹ใ„ๅฃฐใ‚’ไธŠใ’ใŸ ใ€Œๅ›ใฃใฆๅฅดใฏใ„ใคใ‚‚็งใŒ้ ญใ‚’ๆ’ซใงใฆๆฌฒใ—ใ„ๆ™‚ใซใƒปใƒปใƒปๅ›ใง้Šใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใคใ‚‚ใ‚ŠใŒใซๅ›ใซ่ชฟๆ•™ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ€ ใ‚„ใ‚Œใ‚„ใ‚ŒใจใƒŠใ‚บใฏ็ฌ‘ใฃใŸใ€‚ ใ‚‚ใ†ใ“ใ„ใคใฏ็ฟ’ๆ€งใฏ็™พใ‚‚ๆ‰ฟ็Ÿฅใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ ใ ใŒใ€ใใ“ใพใงไฝ“ใฎไบ‹ใ‚’็Ÿฅใ‚Šๅฐฝใใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใ“ใ„ใคใฎ็œŸๆ„ใŒๅˆ†ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ ไฝ•ๆ•…ใ€ใ“ใ‚“ใชไฝ“ใฎ้–ขไฟ‚ใซๆŒใก่พผใ‚“ใ ใ‚“ใ ๏ผŸ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‹ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ€ไฝ“ใฎ้–ขไฟ‚ใ‚’ๆ„‰ใ—ใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ€ ใใ‚Œใจใ‚‚ใ€ๅˆฅใชใƒปใƒปใƒปใ€‚ ใ€Œๅ›ใฏๆœฌๅฝ“ใซ้ฆฌ้นฟใ ใชใ€‚ใ€ ใ‚‚ใ†ๆ˜Ÿใ•ใ‚“ใฎไบ‹ใฏใฉใ†ใงใ‚‚่‰ฏใใชใฃใฆใฆใ€ใ“ใฎ้–ขไฟ‚ใซใšใถใšใถใฏใพใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๅƒ•ใซใ“ใ„ใคใฎ่ƒŒไธญใŒใใ†ๅƒ•ใซ่ชžใ‚Šใ‹ใ‘ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆฐ—ใŒใ—ใŸใ‚ใฃใตใ‚‹ใ‚ใฃใตใ‚‹ใ€‚

    I was losing sight of my goal in tiny increments, sinking in deeper and deeper with Nazu...

    After our agreement, Nazu invited me over at every opportunity for "instruction." I teased her, I was teased. I drank from her, I was drunk by her. I made love to her, I was loved. Nazu was insatiable, bringing our bodies together became an ordinary thing. Maybe that was why my feelings for Shou-san changed. Before, I couldn't even talk with Shou-san. Though I honestly longed for her, I loved her only from afar. Just meeting with her made my chest so tight that it was difficult to talk. But now, all that tension was gone. Sometimes she would fall and I would laugh as I helped her up. (Even before I would help her up, of course, but nervously, and touching her hand broke my heart.) I do think it's cute the way she gets embarrassed when I myself stumble, but it's a different feeling from the one I felt before. My heart no longer wants to burst. Instead, now I feel passion only when I see Nazu at the temple, when I remember her body. Nazu must have felt it too, because we would often sneak away together to satisfy ourselves, parting with the words, "Until tonight." That was how far we had fallen, day after day drunken with pleasure. Now it's her in my heart.
    "You're getting used to having me trained, aren't you?"
    I was holding Nazu from behind. She liked to be held from behind. She always insisted on being held this way before we made love.
    "Isn't my small body nice? You can feel all of it at once. A tall person like my master can't give that to you," she said, leaning back against me.
    "Even though you say you don't like small people like me," she said and chuckled a little.
    She says that alot, even though her body excites me every day. I stroked her hair. These little self-deprecating jokes were a sign that she wanted me to.
    "Mmm," she said, sweetly but loudly, "Whenever I want you to stroke my head... to have you play around with me, you always... I've been tamed completely, haven't I?"
    She shook her head and laughed.
    'You know me just as well. But even if I know everything about your body, I still don't understand anything inside your head. Why do you do all this? Are you making fun of me? Do you just like the sex? Or is it some other...'
    "You really are an idiot, you know that?"
    'I wish you would stop caring about Shou-san,' her back said to me. This relationship was pulling me in, deeper and deeper.

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