Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

Suicide is indeed the most neon murder case. The protagonist's trick is quite successful. Even though he has been invited to the police station three times in a row and become a key surveillance target, there is still no evidence that he is the murderer.

Being able to devise such an excellent plot was not only due to the protagonist's dark transformation, but also thanks to the guidance of his good mother-in-law.

What are the Ten Commandments of Mystery Novels, the Eighteen Laws of Mystery Novels, and the Twenty Mystery Novels... Under the selfless dedication of Master Judge C, the protagonist has truly settled down.

Finally, the protagonist found the only judge who did not let him in. He had extremely complicated feelings about this person.

I was envious of my best friend, hated him for voting for someone who had no hope of winning the prize, and would not vote for me, and I secretly admired his purity.

Judge Wu saw the protagonist through the door and was very vigilant. He had already picked up the shotgun in his hand.

The protagonist asked somewhat complicatedly: "This time, are you satisfied with my trick?"

"You're crazy! Your tricks are none of my business!" Judge E scolded angrily.

The protagonist was then taken away by his lovely wife who weighed 372 pounds.

Until the end, he never asked anyone that question——

"This time, have you seen through my trick?"

But anyone who has read this novel knows that this sentence is not only questioning those bullshit judges, but also questioning this bullshit award, and even more, it is questioning this abnormal society.

The protagonist's literary colleagues, those who laughed at him at the award ceremony, the elegant mystery novelist Men, are sitting and talking in an elegant standard Guandong accent.

When TV began to broadcast the serial deaths of mystery novelists, the wine glasses in the hands of writers fell and hit their shiny leather shoes. They looked at each other dumbfounded, shouted out the protagonist's name in unison, grabbed their coats and rushed out of the bar without even paying.

What are you still doing here? They all write mystery novels. Who doesn't know that when such enemies get together, serial murders will definitely occur. While running, someone still started to recall who initiated the party invitation. He must be the protagonist’s accomplice!

The protagonist didn't win the award, but his book became popular again.

The publishing house doesn't care if he really killed the three judges, as long as someone wants to see it they will sell it!

Print! reprint!

Looking at the check in his hand, the protagonist finally got a satisfactory answer.

Everyone was really satisfied with this trick.

Complete book.

"If I hadn't watched you write this novel word for word, Kyosuke, I really wouldn't have believed that someone could complete such a work in such a short period of time. It's really..."

Kasumigaoka Shiyu sighed and let go of the mouse.

Excellent, or perfect!

Except for some errors and omissions in grammar or life details, she couldn't find any faults at all.

The novel is not long, 130,000 words. And this was already her second time reading it. When she finished reading it the first time, she was already shocked by the novel's splendor, but she also wondered if she was reading it with a good impression of Kyousuke again, so she used the last word. I watched it a second time with a harsh attitude.

It's still flawless. If anything, it's unfinished. Why did it only kill three judges? Such a wonderful plot, I really want to see more!

Why should the protagonist still have a harbor left to heal? If everything is completely lost, the protagonist's transformation will definitely be more exciting!

As for the judge Sanjusanrou Ohosaka, she could understand that this was Kyosuke playing a literary game and saying hello to Goho Saka.

However, these flaws are only due to her personal desire to see Kyousuke display his talents more freely.

"It's a pity to come up with such an excellent work just for this kind of thing..." she murmured. This novel can definitely be used as a work for the new round of awards. It is a pity to release it in such a hurry.

Yukino on the side tilted his head, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just pursed his lips and smiled lightly, neither commenting on the work nor responding to Kasumigaoka's words. Just like before when I was reviewing the novel, I sat quietly on my knees.

"It's no pity. As long as I am willing, I can write as many novels as I want." Hojo Kyosuke smiled nonchalantly and operated the computer to print out the final version of the novel.

Can it not be excellent? This work is said to be created by him independently, but in fact it is also the ultimate suture monster.

The previous plot was inspired by emotion, but for him now, writing that kind of plot is a piece of cake. The most important thing is the tricks behind it, which he copied based on the works in his memory. Other writers' novels revolve around a crime method, but he has committed three murders!

If this is not outstanding, what he wants to criticize is not the dark and depraved awards, but the aesthetics and taste of people in this world!

After hearing Hojo Kyousuke's words, Yukino, who was lowering his head to sort out documents, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, raised his hand to lift the hair that fell from his ears, and quietly glanced at himself.

That's it, there's nothing in the world that Hojo-kun can't do.

The warm copy paper was divided into several parts and bound. Hojo Kyousuke picked up his mobile phone and sent a message to Tetsuta Kisaki who was waiting outside. He handed the novel to him. The latter bowed solemnly and left, taking a taxi. The black car headed to his mission location.

Looking at Hojo Kyosuke sitting back in front of the low table again, Kasumigaoka Shiu's burgundy eyes were full of obsession, this was his lover.

Someone noticed the gaze, raised his head and smiled, about to speak, but suddenly he saw the charming look in his eyes that was about to solidify.

What's going on? I'm not writing a mystery novel? Why do you feel like Senior Shiyu just finished reading the Little Porn Book?

Hojo Kyosuke was shocked. Could it be that his writing skills were so good that he could even arouse Xingyu when writing serious things?

At this moment, there was an itching sensation on his knee.

He didn't even need to lower his head, he was sure that there must be a little foot wearing black stockings rubbing there.

Scanning the corner of his eyes, Xueye had already brought a copy of the novel to Mitsuha and the others. Things like writing a new work must be shared as soon as possible. Xueye, who is delicate and considerate, would never worry about such trivial matters. An error occurred.

As for Yinglili, who was sitting on her right, she seemed to be stimulated by Senior Sister Shiyu completing the task first. She was gritting her teeth and lowering her head to draw frantically.

In that case...

Hojo Kyousuke didn't move his upper body, and quietly reached down with one hand, grabbing the little foot with ease.

It was warm and moist, and even though it was raining, because the house had excellent thermal insulation, Senior Shiyu's little feet were still warm.

The unique feel of black silk, when gently rubbed, not only can you feel the smooth texture of high-end fabrics, but you can also feel the smoothness and elasticity of the skin of senior Shiyu's feet underneath.

Hojo Kyousuke first held the whole little foot in his hand with the bottom sideways, feeling Shiyu's small and cuteness, and then with the cooperation of Shiyu-senpai, he slowly and gently touched the round toes one by one, feeling Shiyu's tenderness. Shy and bold. The round toes would curl up under his touch, and then stretch out with great effort, gently nudged and pinched playfully in his palm.

Then follow the cute toes upwards and carefully feel the lines on the instep of Shiyu-senpai. Through the black silk, you can clearly touch the fragile bones that will break with a light tap. They are delicate and fragile, a girl. The lightness is also perfectly reflected in this cute little foot.

Just touching her, Hojo Kyousuke couldn't help but touch up her ankles and calves.

The black silk is thickest at the toes and feels more like cotton. When the calf reaches the calf, it is slightly stretched by the round and slender calf, and the texture of the stocking changes to the touch. You can clearly feel the stretching and contraction of the stockings when you rub it with your fingertips. Further up, there are Senior Sister Shiyu's plump thighs.

In terms of showing her own advantages, Kasumigaoka Shiyu is obviously a master-level woman. She has sufficient experience and knowledge on how to shape and maintain a perfect and attractive body. She also has deep research on how to show the most charming side when standing, sitting or walking.

When she felt Hojo Kyousuke's hand moving up, she quietly straightened her legs diagonally to the right, which was just blocked by the table in front of the three of them, so no one could see it.

When Hojo Kyosuke's hand reached out to his thigh, the first thing he touched was the linear muscle under his thigh, and a high-definition picture suddenly appeared in his mind.

He turned his palm and touched the round thigh above. At this point, the stockings are stretched wider, and the palms seem to be in close contact with Senior Shiyu's smooth skin without any obstruction, but you can still feel the small holes in the stockings. This barrier seems to be insignificant, and It's like scratching an itch, and this kind of hesitation can just arouse the turmoil and desire in people's hearts. At least Hojo Kyosuke has a strong urge to tear her apart.

The more he rubbed, the more he felt the smooth and delicate thighs of senior Shiyu through the stockings, the more he wanted to tear open the black stockings and touch them without any obstruction.

These stockings are naturally excellent. As far as Kyosuke Hojo knows and feels personally, although Kasumigaoka-senpai is not short of money, she does not blindly buy European and American big-name stockings. Instead, she prefers some neon local small brands. Many brands. She wears stockings every day and has her own unique theory. She not only matches stockings according to her clothes, but even adjusts them according to the weather.

Like today, the air after the rain is inevitably a little damp, and even the tatami feels a bit unpleasant to the touch, but her beautiful black stocking legs feel as good as ever, whether it is small and exquisite feet, slender calves, or round and plump thighs , the feeling of touching it can only be described as satisfying, as if it is ready to be played with anytime and anywhere.

The strength of Hojo Kyosuke's palms gradually increased. He was no longer satisfied with caressing, but had already begun to grasp and knead Shiyu-senpai's plump thighs. However, the stockings were in the way, and the thighs that he grabbed would always be quick. Slide away.

He looked around with mischievous eyes, first looking at Yinglili. Well, she was still painting hard, she was an excellent assistant! Praise me in my heart!

Look at Senior Shiyu again. Those gorgeous burgundy eyes were as charming as water just now, and now they are even more sticky, as if they can be drawn. That stunningly beautiful face is full of spring, even the collar I don’t know when I opened up a little bit...

The charming gesture of asking you to enter the urn made Hojo Kyosuke's heart skip a beat. With a tenth level of micro-expression skills, he clearly read this sentence from Senior Shiyu's eyes: "Tear it off, it doesn't matter, I wear stockings just for you to tear them off."

The fingers moved and sank into the soft and elastic leg meat.

Hojo Kyosuke was not firm at all and was struggling with it, should he tear it up?

The reason why I say he is not firm at all is because his body has already taken the first step, which is quite honest.

At this moment, Eirili suddenly straightened up and stretched, and a small foot wrapped in a white knee-high socks inadvertently kicked Hojo Kyosuke's hand.

Um? what is that?

It doesn’t seem like it’s a knee?

Ying Lili turned her head suspiciously and looked at the chore boy who had the audacity to ask the supervisor to do hard work.

Facing the doubtful eyes, Hojo Kyosuke smiled naturally and politely.

So Erili, who was sitting cross-legged, stretched her right foot to the left.

hand?

Kyosuke’s hand?

What are this guy's hands doing down there?

The girl's eyes suddenly widened.

Just when she was about to speak, her little foot was suddenly caught!

The blue eyes were wide open, like pure glass balls.

伱,你……我,我……

My foot, Kyousuke, is my foot held in Kyousuke's hand?

She raised her eyebrows in disbelief and looked at the daring chore with the same natural and polite smile.

This guy……

He knows what he's doing!

Cold sweat broke out on Hojo Kyousuke's forehead. Fortunately, he caught Eri's feet in time, otherwise this guy would have discovered the beautiful black stocking legs that were straddling him.

Now, under the table, the three people's legs are in this condition.

Eiriri and Hojo Kyosuke were both sitting cross-legged. Eiriri stretched her right foot along the floor towards Hojo Kyosuke, and he held it in his hand. And Kasumigaoka Shiu's legs were stretched across Hojo Kyousuke's thighs, and stretched out diagonally from Eiriri's calves.

Kyousuke, Kyousuke, he...

Yinglili's porcelain-like delicate and young face was smeared with red clouds, and her extremely smart brain was running crazily.

Kyousuke grabbed my feet. Kyousuke’s hands had been down there just now for some unknown reason...

The flowing water has no shape, and the drifting wind cannot find a trace. The reasoning of any case depends on the absolute invincible wisdom. The person who uncovered the truth is a famous detective who looks like a brainless and big-breasted blonde princess, but his wisdom is too strong. Yinglili!

there is only one truth!

Kyousuke him! You've been trying to sneak up on my feet since just now!

He wants to touch my feet!

After completing a work, the passion that filled my heart not only did not cool down, but even became more intense like a fire cooking oil. Without catharsis, I felt extremely empty inside. In this case, Kyosuke longed to use me as exquisitely as a work of art. My beautiful little feet come to fill the emptiness in my heart!

That must be the case!

Huh, although it's shameful, I have to admit that Cho Wu's vision is still as good as ever.

I know that my lady’s feet are unique treasures in history.

Although it should be reviewed, I still wish everyone a happy New Year.