Tokyo Girlfriend Guide

Chapter 838 Miyamizu Mitsuha! Don't put your claws anywhere!

Hearing what Hiratsuka Shizuka said, Hojo Kyosuke couldn't help but look over with a frown on his face. That guy really didn't hide his desire to play with him.

Mitsuha has a great figure, and I don’t know if it’s because she has been practicing Kagura dance since she was a child, or because the gods are watching over her, but climbing such a big mountain to go to and from school every day not only hasn’t turned her calves into muscular legs, but she has maintained a light body shape. The lines from her toes to the arch of her foot, then to her ankles, all the way to her calves are very even and elegant.

Like other girls who practice dancing, Mitsuha has breasts that are above the passing line and round buttocks, which also makes her weight successfully exceed 167 kilograms. After all, she is cm tall, only one centimeter shorter than Kasumigaoka. The weight of the two is also similar, but Mitsuha, who is diligent in practicing kendo, has more solid muscles, while Kasumigaoka is full of useless and cumbersome fat (this evaluation comes from an unknown Miss Spencer)

The weight of 50 kilograms on his back was like a ball of cotton on his body, and there was no pressure on Hojo Kyosuke. Although it was a bit awkward for the girl's two white and tender feet to step on his waist compared to doing push-ups with weights, Hojo Kyosuke was determined to be a man who could lift the earth with his hips!

Perhaps because of the protection of the white cotton socks, Mitsuha's small feet were slightly warm and felt very comfortable on his back. If it were another occasion, Hojo Kyosuke would have urged the girl to move quickly, but unfortunately, it was him who should move now.

Mitsuha Miyamizu stood on Kyosuke's back, her ten cute, round toes like grapes digging into the boy's skin. Even though she had a good ability of balance, she was still a little nervous.

The girl opened her arms slightly, her hands moving up and down like imitating bird wings, her waist and back slightly arched, her perky buttocks lifted up part of her yukata, revealing a section of her fair calves. Her face was full of novelty and joy, it was the first time for her to do push-ups while standing on Kyosuke's back.

After Miss Miko finally stood firm, she raised her head and looked around, looking down at Sakura, Eriri and the others. Even though they had a good relationship, she couldn't help feeling proud.

Haha~~ You little xx... ahem, you little cuties, can only stare at Kyousuke's muscles and drool. Everywhere your sight touches, I have already smeared my saliva on it~~

Relying on the fact that no one could hear her inner voice, Miyamizu Mitsuha was unbridled and proud, and her round toes deliberately tickled Kyousuke's tight skin back and forth.

For a moment, she felt as if she was back in the Kagura Hall of Miyamizu Shrine. However, the footsteps under her feet were not the stage, but her beloved Kyousuke.

Ha, if what was performed at that time was not some crappy Kagura dance, but riding on Kyosuke, how could Mina and the others still laugh at me? They must be drooling with envy below!

The girl was arrogant because she had just made a great resolution. She even looked at Yamauchi Sakura provocatively. As expected, she got a smile that said, "Mitsuha, you and my Kyousuke are having a lot of fun."

This guy seems to have plenty of time at all times, it's really infuriating.

Feeling that Mitsuha on his back had stabilized, Hojo Kyosuke shouted:

"Be careful, ok?"

After getting Sanye's response, he slowly bent his arms downwards, causing his entire upper body to lean down. With sufficient strength and an invincible core, he could ensure that he would not shake at all, but even taking an elevator would make people feel weightless, not to mention a human-powered elevator like his.

The shrine maiden stretched her arms up and down to keep her balance, and the wide sleeves of her yukata made her movements look like she was dancing, or like a little girl doing hopscotch.

She could still hold on when Hojo Kyosuke leaned down and pressed down, but when the strong arms slowly straightened and the body began to recover upwards, Mitsuha couldn't help but exclaim.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute...it's better to change the posture!"

As the girl spoke, she slowly squatted down and sat astride Hojo Kyosuke's back.

"Phew, this is much more comfortable."

She bent down slightly, put her hands under Hojo Kyosuke's ribs and hugged his chest.

"Hey! What are you doing with your hands? Be a little more respectable!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha suddenly shouted.

Miss Miko looked down as if she was unaware, then stuck out her tongue cutely and said embarrassedly:

"Sorry, sorry, it just came naturally. Kyousuke's chest muscles feel so good, not only are they super hard, but they're also very elastic."

As she spoke, she seemed afraid that others would not believe her, so she grabbed him twice more fiercely.

Stick to destroy——

Of course I know about this kind of thing, who asked you to tell me!

Kasumigaoka was about to explode with anger, so she didn't let Kyousuke play the dare. She knew very well what kind of girls around her were like. Oh, no, if it was Eriri, I could rest assured. Others... even Nozomi, it's dangerous!

Looking at Mitsuha's fair little hands grabbing the wheat-colored square pectoral muscles of Hojo Kyosuke, Yukino Baixiang, who liked to pair chocolate with wine, couldn't help but swallow her saliva quietly, and subconsciously picked up the bottle of wine and took a sip.

"Gulu——"

Hmm? Did I swallow that loudly?

Yukino turned his head in confusion, only to see his three good friends, Miki, Xiaojing, and Yangno, all staring at Hojo-kun without blinking, and the one who was swallowing her saliva was Xiaojing.

"What's wrong? I just think Hojo's pecs look like chocolate."

Hiratsuka Shizuka turned around and looked at her friend with an innocent look:

"Xue Xueye, you know, I also like to pair chocolate with wine."

Hearing this, Yukino Baixiang nodded to show her understanding. Unlike herself who was forced to absorb heat from the chocolate to alleviate the coolness brought by the beer, the idiot Xiaojing really loved using chocolate to pair with wine.

GODIVA, Pierre Herme, Jean-Paul Hevin, Aoki Sadaharu... She collects chocolates from all over the world, and even some homemade chocolates from big hotels. She chooses different flavors of wine for different chocolates. It can be said that no one can compete with her in this field. She is the absolute uncrowned king.

And now, even if the escapist Yukino Baixiang faces the world's most popular newspaper reporter, she can still hold her chest high and proudly tell the other party that the chest muscles of my Hojo God must be the most mellow chocolate, and even if boiled water is poured on them, one can taste the taste of a century-old wine.

Of course, there was no need to tell Xiao Jing about this idea. Anyway, she was one of the few people present who had no relationship with Hojo-kun, so even if she knew about this, it would only cause more trouble. As for myself...

Yukino had already thought about it. After the game was over and everyone went back to their rooms to sleep, she would take the leftovers and beer, quietly find Kyousuke-kun in the dark, and then say to him pitifully:

"Hojo-kun, I just didn't eat enough, so the food tasted tasteless."

In the past, she would never have dared to make such a bold move, but now her good student Sanye has set an example for her. There is no reason for a teacher to lag behind her students!

Xueye! Show your teacher's courage! Otherwise, how can you guide your students to move forward? !

Not to mention the wild thoughts of the onlookers, Mitsuha, who was sitting astride Hojo Kyosuke, was embarrassed to find that her little feet could not reach the ground.

Yes, when Hojo Kyosuke stretched his arms and returned to the top, because his waist and back were too broad, a large part of the Miko's thighs were still riding on his back.

Really, why do the arms have such long arms and such a broad back? It makes my legs look so short!

Mitsuha muttered to herself that girls would always compare themselves to each other in some things. Especially when she saw Shiyu's big butt like a peach, she immediately thought of the scene of her sitting on Kyousuke's back.

Hmm...Shiyu's big butt is so wide, her feet must be able to touch the ground, right?

I'm so unhappy!

Thinking of this, Miyamizu Mitsuha exerted force with her thighs and pressed her hips hard against Kyosuke's back so that her thighs could be stretched downward as far as possible.

Hojo Kyosuke could naturally feel the movements of the girl sitting on his back clearly, because he felt his ribs being strongly squeezed.

Hey, hey, hey, I'm not a real horse. Don't really think you're riding a horse. I'm just a rocking car at most!

Although he was not afraid of Mitsuha's thighs with his muscle strength, in order to prevent the lady on his back from doing other irrational behaviors, Hojo Kyosuke still sped up his push-ups.

One, two, three...

His arms were constantly flexing and extending, and with a weight of more than 50 kilograms, even Hojo Kyosuke couldn't help sweating on his forehead.

Nonsense, if he didn't sweat, everyone would worry that he was sick.

Likewise, as his breathing intensified, his engorged muscles became more visually appealing.

Mitsuha on the back also felt that riding was becoming more and more difficult. Because of the sweat, her hands grabbing Kyosuke's chest felt slippery, so she could only use her thighs to clamp it tighter.

Eriri next to them was cheering for Kyosuke in a low voice, while Sakura was cheering for Mitsuha, asking her to try to crush Kyosuke.

Not long after, Hojo Kyosuke easily completed a hundred manned push-ups.

What's strange is that Mitsuha Miyamizu's face is even redder. Not only are her eyes watery, but there is also a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

"bakemono..."

Shizuka Hiratsuka opened her mouth wide in shock as she looked at Hojo Kyosuke who was wiping his sweat. She loved fighting and was not a half-baked martial artist like the Yukinoshita sisters. She knew very well how amazing the physical strength displayed by Hojo Kyosuke was.

"It's simply a monster!"

This is too foul. This guy has excellent kendo skills and has such foul physical strength. No wonder he can win the Dare Fighting Award among 30 or 40 people in the National Kendo Competition. He doesn't even need to attack hard, he can tire out his opponent just by defending.

Oh, yes, he seems to have joined the baseball club recently?

If this monster-level arm strength is used to pitch...

Hiratsuka Shizuka didn't dare to think any further. As long as his skills improved, "pitch perfection" wouldn't be a problem for his monstrous physical strength. "Pitch perfection and shutout" like other ace pitchers would be easy for him, right? He could even hope to have a "perfect game" as a regular program?

hiss……

The beautiful teacher became more and more excited the more she thought about it, and felt that the scene on the Koshien Stadium was even more tempting than Hojo Kyosuke's chocolate pectoral muscles.

I've decided. Next time it's my turn to give orders to Hojo Kyosuke, I'll ask him to invite me to be the coach of the baseball team!

(Coach Mihara:??? Can’t you be a mentor? Can’t one of us be a coaching consultant and the other a mentor? I treated the guys from the Sobu High School baseball team to pork chop rice for three years! Three years! I didn’t even go to drink and was almost ostracized by my colleagues! It’s scary! I risked being bullied in the workplace to get to where I am now, how dare you!)

After drinking a large bottle of iced juice in one breath, Hojo Kyosuke sat back in his seat with a towel in his hand.

What? Drinking iced drinks right after strenuous exercise is bad for your health? Ha, what a joke. My well-trained body, blood vessels, and heart can't be defeated by just ice water! That kind of thing only happens to martial artists with insufficient strength, not to a strong man like me, Hojo Kyosuke, who has come to where he is today step by step with hard work and sweat!

After sitting down, he still didn't put on his shirt, but continued to tie it around his waist, because he had anticipated that this kind of physical exercise would be necessary later. It just so happened that he hadn't finished today's training, so he did it while he was at it.

The naked upper body, the muscles fully engorged with blood, are in full shape. Even after eating and drinking for a long time, the bread-like abdominal muscles are still clearly defined, not to mention the pectoral muscles, which exude a unique luster under the infiltration of sweat.

In fact, as long as boys do not have physical diseases or their clothes are too dirty, there will be no "sweat odor" even if they are sweating all over after strenuous exercise. Instead, they will have a real masculine scent, full of hormones.

Kasumigaoka Utaha, who was standing next to her, felt that she was about to pass out from the heat emanating from Kyosuke's body, and thought that the idiot Eriri had finally done a good thing.

While everyone was drawing cards, she took the towel with a smile and began to wipe Kyousuke's body gently. She didn't care about the King's Game Adventure at all. Isn't this game good enough now?

However, while wiping, the towel accidentally slipped to somewhere unknown, and the girl's white and tender hands slid gently on Beijo Kyousuke's chest, and her slender fingers gently traced the grooves of his abdominal muscles...

If it weren't for the ignorant Eriri yelling at the opponent, Kasumigaoka felt that she could play until everyone else fell asleep, and then start the next game.

it's a pity.

As expected, the cheaters, who make up the majority of the players, became kings one after another, and worked together to send benefits to strangers. (End of this chapter)