Chapter 63 The speed of punishment is 20 miles per hour
"Mei, Miki, aren't you abroad?" Watanabe Toru's heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were all trembling.
It's over, it's over. Did she get mad about going out to play? Or is there a camera in the haunted house?
"Come here." Kujo Miki's tone became three points colder.
Watanabe Toru had no choice but to walk over.
Kujo Miki pointed to the tatami in front of her and said, "Sit upright."
"Meiji, just tell me where I went wrong and I'll change. I promise there won't be a next time."
Miki Kujo continued to point at the tatami, sneering without saying anything.
Watanabe Toru was sitting obediently in front of her. Kujo Miki suddenly raised her right foot and stepped on his face, but he easily caught it.
"It's a reward for you." Kujo Miki said something meaningless without any surprise in her tone.
Toru Watanabe looked at the leg wrapped in pantyhose in his hand, wondering if the reward she was talking about was referring to the step just now, or this leg.
He glanced at Kujo Miki, and the woman seemed to be waiting for his reaction.
How can I admit defeat at this time!
Toru Watanabe stretched out his other hand and covered the calf of the beautiful girl Jiujo, and the smooth texture of the high-end pantyhose was immediately transmitted.
But his actions were more like massaging her than taking advantage of her.
However, when touching a girl's legs, to what extent does it become the boundary between massage and taking advantage of her?
"You had a lot of fun today." Miki Kujo still let him touch her calves, picked up a photo from the table and placed it in front of Toru Watanabe's forehead.
Toru Watanabe had to lean back slightly to see the contents of the photo clearly.
Fortunately, it wasn’t the photo of him hugging Kiyono Rin in the haunted house, otherwise everything would be over.
"I didn't sit with the girls." He looked at the snapshot of the roller coaster. "Meiji, you don't know, when I went out to play today, I specially invited two boys with me. I didn't take any photos with them, and I tried to keep a distance when walking on the road. It was just a normal social interaction."
"oh?"
"If you don't believe me, you can ask!"
"What about the haunted house?"
"Ghost, what happened to the haunted house?"
Kujo Miki snorted with a sneer, "Is it comfortable to hold other girls' hands ?"
“…”
"How should I punish you?"
There was still a smile on Kujo Miki's face, but her eyes suddenly turned gloomy, which made Watanabe Toru feel a chill down his spine.
"Um, Meiji, you're exposed."
Miki Kujo lowered her head, and one of her feet was held in Watanabe Toru's hand, and the hem of her skirt was naturally lifted up.
She was wearing pantyhose today, and through the high-end black layer, the pure white fabric could be vaguely seen.
Jiujo Miki put her hands on the edge of her skirt and slowly lifted it up: "Why, do you want to see here?"
"It's okay." Toru Watanabe took a look subconsciously, but immediately looked away.
Taking a first look is instinct, not taking a second look is quality!
"Sure." Kujo Miki said with a smile.
Then her face suddenly darkened again: "If you didn't do anything wrong today."
As she spoke, she kicked out with her other foot, but was naturally caught again by the free-fighting master Toru Watanabe.
The current posture is not good.
The girl in black pantyhose sat on the table, her legs held by the sitting Watanabe Toru. The hem of her skirt did not disappoint Newtonian mechanics and slid down to her waist.
His face was right under the hem of the skirt.
The most terrifying thing was that Toru Watanabe discovered that Kujo Miki was actually blushing a little.
Are you excited?
Turns out he's a pervert?
Making her feel comfortable was completely contrary to his purpose.
"Sorry." Toru Watanabe immediately let go of her hand and took the opportunity to stand up and move a few steps away from her.
Kujo Miki sneered, stood up from the table, adjusted her skirt, and walked out the door: "Follow me."
"Where are you going?"
"Don't you want to meet the 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 per hour.
Is this the punishment for not making her feel comfortable?
All I could hear was the whistling of the wind in my ears, and my feet had long since lost control of me.
The ends of my hair were gently blown by the summer evening breeze, and the fine beads of sweat gradually gathered into a full drop of water, flowing down my cheeks and neck.
He looked straight ahead, without looking to the side, and breathed evenly, as if he was going to keep running like this all the way to his destination.
Passersby who went out to play at night all cast their eyes on him .
Toru Watanabe's legs are very brisk when he runs. His thighs drive his slender calves, and his toes lightly touch the ground to cushion the impact before his heels land on the ground, showing a full sense of athletic beauty.
Plus, he was so handsome that it was just like the scene in the movie where a handsome guy chases a car.
After running a few blocks, Watanabe Toru could no longer hold on.
Even breathing and standard running posture are all distorted.
"Ha ha--"
He stopped, supported his hands and knees, breathing violently, his heart filled with anger at being teased.
On the busy Shinjuku Avenue, he yelled at the top of his lungs.
"Why! Why do I have to live like a henpecked husband!!!"
The people around him burst into laughter and pointed at him.
The trendy young people who were playing guitar and singing on the street even started humming impromptu.
"A handsome guy is running on the avenue of Shinjuku at night. Why~~~Why~~~It turns out that he is being trained by his girlfriend~~~"
Then came a storm of clanging guitars.
The laughter became louder.
Many girls covered their mouths and laughed secretly.
Inside the luxury car, under the dim light, Miki Kujo glanced coldly at the smiling passers-by.
"Let him come up."
The car stopped steadily beside Toru Watanabe and the door opened slowly.
Toru Watanabe slowed down his breathing, then slowly straightened up and got into the car.
Then, the black car disappeared like a dark shadow on the busy Shinjuku Avenue.
Miki Kujo left the central armrest and leaned against the left door, facing Toru Watanabe who was gasping with his head down.
"Forget it this time, but if there is a next time, I will make you run naked."
"No, ha, no." Watanabe Toru panted and shook his head, "Never go to a haunted house again."
"I mean, if you dare to say something like 'henpecked' on the street again."
"You're not even allowed to tell the truth?"
"No." Kujo Miki denied with a gloomy face.
Despite this, Watanabe Toru always had a hunch that she wouldn't really be angry if he told her, but based on the principle that it wouldn't be wrong if he didn't do it, he should still list "henpecked husband" as a taboo word.
Although he is getting in better shape, running naked on Shinjuku Avenue is not his purpose of fitness.
Twenty minutes later, the car stopped at the gate of .
Watanabe Toru got out of the car and looked left and right from the gate. Even if he tried his best to look far away, he couldn't see the second house.
How many bad things must one do to own such a large house in the heart of Tokyo?
Toru Watanabe followed Miki Kujo in, crossed a courtyard that was larger than the baseball field of Kamikawa High School, and finally arrived at the entrance.
"Miss." A woman in a kimono bowed.
"Take him to take a bath." Kujo Miki pointed at Watanabe Toru and said to the man.
"yes."
"By the way, use the bathroom in my room."
The woman in kimono raised her head halfway in surprise, then quickly lowered it: "Yes."
"Master, please follow me."
Toru Watanabe followed the woman in kimono through many twists and turns and entered an exquisite Japanese-style room full of feminine atmosphere.
The woman led him deeper into the room until they came to a bathtub that was constantly overflowing with water.
"Master, this is the hot spring water. You can take a shower here."
"Thanks."
"I'll get you some clothes, you can take a bath now."
"Okay, thank you."
The other party's behavior was too servile, and Watanabe Toru subconsciously bowed in return.
After the woman in kimono left, Toru Watanabe looked at the flowing hot spring bath, criticized the evil capitalism in his heart, then took off his clothes, took a shower to wash off the sweat he had made today, and then sat in the hot spring.
It seems that considering that 'hot springs will be very hot in summer', the indoor temperature is kept neither too cold nor too comfortable for hot spring bathing.
Watanabe Toru moaned in comfort.
Today, whether it was taking the bus, riding the haunted house roller coaster, or running at night, he was very tired.
Why not just take a nap?
He wouldn't do anything like meeting the parents.
