The happy life of the Doctor and Amiya

"3,2,1"

As the number on the screen zeroed, the dark black handcuffs gradually became transparent in front of my eyes, and finally turned into a wisp of green smoke and floated into the air.

"It's over!!!" I cried out excitedly, swinging my body like seaweed.

In the past few days, I have to help her wash her food, go to the toilet, take a bath, change her pajamas, and even wash her mouth, although the object is the ultimate beautiful girl who is famous all over the mainland, but I have the illusion of taking care of my grandmother who is paralyzed in bed. After this guy and I got acquainted, the temperament of the idol was almost gone, one moment for this, the other for that, the crumpled quilt half covered the body, half fell to the ground, the comic book and snack bags were scattered all over the ground at random, and the thick female fragrance in the air could not be dispersed even if the window was opened.

"It's only temporary—you're so happy. She poked me in the head and stretched in relief.

I don't have any clothes for girls here... Like Misha, she wore my obviously oversized shirt and a pair of slippery panties on the bottom half of her body.

As a result, I would see the childish pattern in whatever she did, and the narrow depression in the middle of the thin fabric, but she seemed to have decided to completely lose her shame in the face of me, and even when I saw it, there was no funny expression on her face.

"Don't all idols live well, go back early. I waved my hand impatiently like a fly, and fell to the bed, when some cold thing touched my cheek, and the small and lovely young feet with the seductive body fragrance of the girl were almost inserted into my mouth, and I squeezed it violently, and the delicate body curled up like a wounded little beast, and my face was kicked hard - it didn't hurt at all.

"No... Recently, I have lived in the dormitory of Penguin Logistics, and I only live well when the organizer of the concert is more generous... Also, this "obviously there is no lock on her hands, but she blushes her hands together and dangles in front of me as if she is restrained" After the concert, she will appear again... It was like this before..."

"No, you're like this, what kind of show are you doing, I won't finish playing if something goes wrong." "

That's what this chain is—" She looked at me pitifully with her big watery eyes.

In this world, there is a thing called a scapegoat.

Obviously without any strength, status, money, and even without knowing the original state of things, after those big people had a big idea, the elegantly dressed waiter pushed the food cart into a messy battlefield, the ridiculous pattern on the surface of the huge pot lid made people laugh, he lifted the lid with disdain, and did not forget to spit on a mouthful of saliva, the last dish - the scapegoat, later people will inexplicably think that it did all this.

I leaned against the car window and looked out at the drizzling rain with mixed feelings.

Miss Kong was wearing a black high-forked cheongsam, a small beret with lace, and a snow-white feather dotted around the edge, her thighs that were just right for her exercise were half-concealed bewitchingly under the cover of her clothes, and the thin silk satin sunken between her legs emphasized the almost perfect curve of her abdomen

As long as this kid makes any mistakes, even if it is a layer of skin on his little finger or a few strands of hair stolen, I have to bear some responsibility, and the contract is sprinkled with thousands of words, and every sentence seems to laugh at my stupidity as a scapegoat.

Her young breasts rose and fell rhythmically, and she leaned defenselessly on my shoulder, and the sound of shallow breathing made me feel sleepy, and the interior of the car was luxuriously decorated, even the little chandelier overhead was inlaid with colorful jewels and looked graceful and luxurious—though I turned it off, the sofa was covered with delicate ornamentation, and the faint incense of unknown flowers wafted in the air.

"Get up—"

I pinched her face, it was slippery, and her hands were covered in rouge and blush.

She quickly sat up and puffed up to face me.

"Doctor, what are you doing, all the makeup is spent, really..."She panicked with the small mirror to touch up her makeup, a few minutes away, but she didn't seem to be too nervous.

"Ahh

It seems that she is still a little nervous.