The headband was taken away, and Kita Kitani felt his eyes lit up, the light was a little dazzling, and the eyes were sore
He closed his eyes and slowly opened it after a while
At this time, the vision had recovered, and what appeared in front of me was a very strange room.
The room is a kimono room, but it is very spacious. On the wooden floor, there are high-end handmade rushes and tatamis. A square table is placed several meters away. A big fat man in a dark gray yukata kimono is sitting behind the square table drinking tea. Who else can it be if it weren't Akamoto?
Trying to sit up, but I felt a huge pain that seemed to be everywhere on my body, especially on my chest and lower abdomen. The pain was even more scorching, as if it had been fried.
A hand stretched out from behind, held the back of Miyashiki Kita's head, helped him sit up
Miyashita Kita knelt up and did not look back. Instead, he first endured the huge pain all over his body, leaned down, bowed and said: I'm very sorry, Mr. Akamoto, I've disappointed you.
So far, what else can't understand? No need to ask, Akamoto must have known what he did, so he arranged for someone to catch him and beat him up without asking.
Oh, let's talk, why am I disappointed? Akamoto didn't look at him, but stared at the teacup in front of him and asked in a gentle tone
I was reckless and did something that didn't fit my identity, Miyashita Kita said
Is that just that? Akamoto turned his head, with an indescribable smile on his fat face. It seems that the lesson you have not been taught enough
Miyashita Kita stood up, looked at Akamoto's gaze, and then he gritted his teeth and said: For rational consideration, I shouldn't keep Yoshioka wrong, but he saved my life after all, and he was my real friend. Moreover, he didn't know much about me.
Akamoto turned his face, picked up the teapot again, and added tea to his cup
In addition, I really lacked consideration for this matter. Miyashita Kita continued, Shizuoka, I shouldn't go, especially with Kimura Shika and others, I will pay attention to it in the future.
Of these two, obviously one of them was what Akamoto wanted to hear him say, so, after he finished speaking, Akamoto didn't say anything more. He put down the teapot in his hand, stood up with great difficulty, and moved to the north of Miyako and looked down at him. After a long time, he said: Miyakomoto Ah, you are very smart and talented. I like you very much, so don't ruin yourself.
Hi! Miyashita Bei lowered his head and replied with a whistle.
Although Akamoto spoke very softly, Miyashita Kita could hear it. This warning was very harsh. To put it bluntly, Akamoto was telling him not to commit suicide.
It is not a bad thing to have feelings and righteousness, but the so-called sting for friends is extremely stupid. Akamoto bent down slightly, patted his head, and said, "And, you have to re-plan your definition of friends. Those friends in the past are no longer worthy of your identity. Continuing to interact with them is of no significance to you."
I know, you may feel that it is too unkind. You straighten your waist again, Akamoto breathes a few breaths and continue to say, but this is reality. No one can continue to enjoy the warmth that ordinary people can enjoy while enjoying power. This path is chosen by yourself. Since you have chosen it, you must do your best to go on. Apart from that, anything, anyone, is secondary to you, and you can give up.
Hi! Miyashita Bei bowed his head and replied
This time, I just give you a small punishment. Akamoto walked back to the low table and said, "In the future, remember your identity, think clearly about what you can and cannot do, and then decide whether you want to do it."
Hi! Miyashita Kita answered again
Take him to deal with the injuries on his body, waved his hand, Akamoto said
This was a bit inexplicable. Miyashita Kita was stunned for a moment, but then he heard a woman's voice coming from behind: Yes
Looking back, I saw Mika Nakamura kneeling behind me just two steps away
Go, Akamoto waved his hand again
Miyagi Kita turned around, stood up speechlessly, bowed to Akamoto, and then walked straight out of the door. Mika Nakamura followed him down until he was about to reach the door, and he accelerated his pace and went above and opened the closed door.
Outside the door is a long and narrow corridor covered with carpets. If you carefully identify it, this is the building that I have been to several times before.
Invite here, Mika Nakamura wore a pink yukata and came out of Akamoto's room. She walked to the front of Miyashita Kitani to lead the way.
Leaving Akamoto's room, Miyashita Kita finally didn't have to flirt with his face. He just felt like he was falling apart, and it seemed that every step was difficult.
After walking along the corridor for more than ten steps, after a distance from Akamoto's room, Miyashita Kita whispered: Where is my friend?
Mika Nakamura paused, looked back at him, but said nothing
Why, can't you say it? Miyashita Kita took two steps, grabbed her wrist and said, "Or don't know?"
At this moment, Mikazu Nakamura happened to stop, and she didn't struggle, allowing Miyashita Kita to hold her wrist, and at the same time turned sideways, opening a door next to her, and said: Please come in, Miyashita
Miyashita Kita snorted and walked into the door
There is a small room inside the door, which is only 40 or 50 square meters at best, but it is Western-style, with a spacious double bed, a TV, a refrigerator and other things, and the furnishings are very complete.
Your friend is safe, followed behind Miyashita Kita into the door, and Mikazu Nakamura whispered, Mr. Akamoto's people did not bring him back
After hearing what she said, Kita Kitani was relieved. He looked around the room and asked: Is this your bedroom?
Mika Nakamura nodded, walked straight to the closet beside the wall on the right, took out a small alley with the Red Cross sign from it, turned around and walked back, saying: Sit down, I'll treat the wound on you
Miyashita Kita's upper body was naked, and the places where he was whipped were covered with blood marks, and many places were broken.
Without saying anything, Miyashita Kita walked to a chair and sat down, closed his eyes and relaxed
A slight sound of footsteps came from my ears, and then a faint fragrance floated into my nostrils, which was the fragrance of lavender.
The smell made people feel very comfortable. Kita Kita took a deep breath with a little greedy breath. When he was about to take another third breath, he felt a biting pain coming from his chest.
With a muffled groan, Miyashita opened his eyes suddenly
Hold on to it, it may hurt a little, Nakamura Mika was standing in front of her, holding an alcohol cotton ball in her hand, wiping on his wound, feeling the tremor of Miyagi Kita's body, she whispered
Miyashita Kita gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, but his eyes focused on Miwa Nakamura's bulging chest, looking at the snow-white skin exposed in her kimono's laces.
Nakamura Mika felt his gaze, but she did not cover up or stop him, and continued to treat his wounds.
Miyashita Kita held it for a while, suddenly raised his arm, grabbed the right collar of her kimono collar, and pulled it down hard
Miwa Nakamura's snow-white chest muscles were exposed, and even the white belt wrapped around her chest was exposed.
Mika Nakamura stopped the movements and turned his head to look at him, his eyes slightly strange
But Kita Kita ignored her, then reached out to grab her white strap belt, pulled it hard for a few times before pulling it off for her, revealing two white and greasy plump people.
Mika Nakamura sighed, slowly stepped forward, took the initiative to send her full chest to his face, then leaned down, and said in an almost inauspicious voice when treating the wound on his back shoulder: Do you know, Akamoto is looking at you now, no, it should be said to be looking at us
Miyashita Kita's hand shook, almost pushing the woman who was almost in his arms away
Why, I'm scared? Nakamura Mika kept moving his hands, but continued to whisper in his mouth, not only now, but he was always watching last time
After saying this, she laughed softly, then moved away from Guyuki's arms, walked around behind him, and treated the wounds behind him.
I was watching last time? Miyashita Kita was a little confused. That fat man was not a pervert, right?
I fell into silence in the room. Because of my brain disorder, Kita Kita even felt that the pain in his body was relieved a lot.
About ten minutes later, Mika Nakamura finished all the scars on his body, then walked around him again and said: Take off your pants, I'll deal with the injuries on your legs.
Miyashita Kita hesitated for a moment, to be honest, until the fat man Akamoto was peeping somewhere and asked him to take off his pants, he really felt awkward.
Seeing him hesitating, Mika Nakamura squatted down and took the initiative to untie his belt, saying in a softer voice: If you don't want to lose Akamoto's support, it's best to think that you don't know anything.
Hearing her say this, Miyagi Kita came to his senses. He gritted his teeth and stood up directly. Mika Nakamura took off his pants for him.
Because the lower body was mainly hit by a blunt object, there was no place where the skin was broken, but there were large pieces of blue and purple bruises.
Mika Nakamura went out of the door and brought back a basin of hot water, preparing to give him the purple Yuhen a hot compress.
Lean on the bed, I'll make a hot compress for you, put the hot water basin beside the bed, Mika Nakamura said
Why tell me these things? Taking advantage of the opportunity to turn to bed, Miyashita Kita asked in a low voice
He closed his eyes and slowly opened it after a while
At this time, the vision had recovered, and what appeared in front of me was a very strange room.
The room is a kimono room, but it is very spacious. On the wooden floor, there are high-end handmade rushes and tatamis. A square table is placed several meters away. A big fat man in a dark gray yukata kimono is sitting behind the square table drinking tea. Who else can it be if it weren't Akamoto?
Trying to sit up, but I felt a huge pain that seemed to be everywhere on my body, especially on my chest and lower abdomen. The pain was even more scorching, as if it had been fried.
A hand stretched out from behind, held the back of Miyashiki Kita's head, helped him sit up
Miyashita Kita knelt up and did not look back. Instead, he first endured the huge pain all over his body, leaned down, bowed and said: I'm very sorry, Mr. Akamoto, I've disappointed you.
So far, what else can't understand? No need to ask, Akamoto must have known what he did, so he arranged for someone to catch him and beat him up without asking.
Oh, let's talk, why am I disappointed? Akamoto didn't look at him, but stared at the teacup in front of him and asked in a gentle tone
I was reckless and did something that didn't fit my identity, Miyashita Kita said
Is that just that? Akamoto turned his head, with an indescribable smile on his fat face. It seems that the lesson you have not been taught enough
Miyashita Kita stood up, looked at Akamoto's gaze, and then he gritted his teeth and said: For rational consideration, I shouldn't keep Yoshioka wrong, but he saved my life after all, and he was my real friend. Moreover, he didn't know much about me.
Akamoto turned his face, picked up the teapot again, and added tea to his cup
In addition, I really lacked consideration for this matter. Miyashita Kita continued, Shizuoka, I shouldn't go, especially with Kimura Shika and others, I will pay attention to it in the future.
Of these two, obviously one of them was what Akamoto wanted to hear him say, so, after he finished speaking, Akamoto didn't say anything more. He put down the teapot in his hand, stood up with great difficulty, and moved to the north of Miyako and looked down at him. After a long time, he said: Miyakomoto Ah, you are very smart and talented. I like you very much, so don't ruin yourself.
Hi! Miyashita Bei lowered his head and replied with a whistle.
Although Akamoto spoke very softly, Miyashita Kita could hear it. This warning was very harsh. To put it bluntly, Akamoto was telling him not to commit suicide.
It is not a bad thing to have feelings and righteousness, but the so-called sting for friends is extremely stupid. Akamoto bent down slightly, patted his head, and said, "And, you have to re-plan your definition of friends. Those friends in the past are no longer worthy of your identity. Continuing to interact with them is of no significance to you."
I know, you may feel that it is too unkind. You straighten your waist again, Akamoto breathes a few breaths and continue to say, but this is reality. No one can continue to enjoy the warmth that ordinary people can enjoy while enjoying power. This path is chosen by yourself. Since you have chosen it, you must do your best to go on. Apart from that, anything, anyone, is secondary to you, and you can give up.
Hi! Miyashita Bei bowed his head and replied
This time, I just give you a small punishment. Akamoto walked back to the low table and said, "In the future, remember your identity, think clearly about what you can and cannot do, and then decide whether you want to do it."
Hi! Miyashita Kita answered again
Take him to deal with the injuries on his body, waved his hand, Akamoto said
This was a bit inexplicable. Miyashita Kita was stunned for a moment, but then he heard a woman's voice coming from behind: Yes
Looking back, I saw Mika Nakamura kneeling behind me just two steps away
Go, Akamoto waved his hand again
Miyagi Kita turned around, stood up speechlessly, bowed to Akamoto, and then walked straight out of the door. Mika Nakamura followed him down until he was about to reach the door, and he accelerated his pace and went above and opened the closed door.
Outside the door is a long and narrow corridor covered with carpets. If you carefully identify it, this is the building that I have been to several times before.
Invite here, Mika Nakamura wore a pink yukata and came out of Akamoto's room. She walked to the front of Miyashita Kitani to lead the way.
Leaving Akamoto's room, Miyashita Kita finally didn't have to flirt with his face. He just felt like he was falling apart, and it seemed that every step was difficult.
After walking along the corridor for more than ten steps, after a distance from Akamoto's room, Miyashita Kita whispered: Where is my friend?
Mika Nakamura paused, looked back at him, but said nothing
Why, can't you say it? Miyashita Kita took two steps, grabbed her wrist and said, "Or don't know?"
At this moment, Mikazu Nakamura happened to stop, and she didn't struggle, allowing Miyashita Kita to hold her wrist, and at the same time turned sideways, opening a door next to her, and said: Please come in, Miyashita
Miyashita Kita snorted and walked into the door
There is a small room inside the door, which is only 40 or 50 square meters at best, but it is Western-style, with a spacious double bed, a TV, a refrigerator and other things, and the furnishings are very complete.
Your friend is safe, followed behind Miyashita Kita into the door, and Mikazu Nakamura whispered, Mr. Akamoto's people did not bring him back
After hearing what she said, Kita Kitani was relieved. He looked around the room and asked: Is this your bedroom?
Mika Nakamura nodded, walked straight to the closet beside the wall on the right, took out a small alley with the Red Cross sign from it, turned around and walked back, saying: Sit down, I'll treat the wound on you
Miyashita Kita's upper body was naked, and the places where he was whipped were covered with blood marks, and many places were broken.
Without saying anything, Miyashita Kita walked to a chair and sat down, closed his eyes and relaxed
A slight sound of footsteps came from my ears, and then a faint fragrance floated into my nostrils, which was the fragrance of lavender.
The smell made people feel very comfortable. Kita Kita took a deep breath with a little greedy breath. When he was about to take another third breath, he felt a biting pain coming from his chest.
With a muffled groan, Miyashita opened his eyes suddenly
Hold on to it, it may hurt a little, Nakamura Mika was standing in front of her, holding an alcohol cotton ball in her hand, wiping on his wound, feeling the tremor of Miyagi Kita's body, she whispered
Miyashita Kita gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, but his eyes focused on Miwa Nakamura's bulging chest, looking at the snow-white skin exposed in her kimono's laces.
Nakamura Mika felt his gaze, but she did not cover up or stop him, and continued to treat his wounds.
Miyashita Kita held it for a while, suddenly raised his arm, grabbed the right collar of her kimono collar, and pulled it down hard
Miwa Nakamura's snow-white chest muscles were exposed, and even the white belt wrapped around her chest was exposed.
Mika Nakamura stopped the movements and turned his head to look at him, his eyes slightly strange
But Kita Kita ignored her, then reached out to grab her white strap belt, pulled it hard for a few times before pulling it off for her, revealing two white and greasy plump people.
Mika Nakamura sighed, slowly stepped forward, took the initiative to send her full chest to his face, then leaned down, and said in an almost inauspicious voice when treating the wound on his back shoulder: Do you know, Akamoto is looking at you now, no, it should be said to be looking at us
Miyashita Kita's hand shook, almost pushing the woman who was almost in his arms away
Why, I'm scared? Nakamura Mika kept moving his hands, but continued to whisper in his mouth, not only now, but he was always watching last time
After saying this, she laughed softly, then moved away from Guyuki's arms, walked around behind him, and treated the wounds behind him.
I was watching last time? Miyashita Kita was a little confused. That fat man was not a pervert, right?
I fell into silence in the room. Because of my brain disorder, Kita Kita even felt that the pain in his body was relieved a lot.
About ten minutes later, Mika Nakamura finished all the scars on his body, then walked around him again and said: Take off your pants, I'll deal with the injuries on your legs.
Miyashita Kita hesitated for a moment, to be honest, until the fat man Akamoto was peeping somewhere and asked him to take off his pants, he really felt awkward.
Seeing him hesitating, Mika Nakamura squatted down and took the initiative to untie his belt, saying in a softer voice: If you don't want to lose Akamoto's support, it's best to think that you don't know anything.
Hearing her say this, Miyagi Kita came to his senses. He gritted his teeth and stood up directly. Mika Nakamura took off his pants for him.
Because the lower body was mainly hit by a blunt object, there was no place where the skin was broken, but there were large pieces of blue and purple bruises.
Mika Nakamura went out of the door and brought back a basin of hot water, preparing to give him the purple Yuhen a hot compress.
Lean on the bed, I'll make a hot compress for you, put the hot water basin beside the bed, Mika Nakamura said
Why tell me these things? Taking advantage of the opportunity to turn to bed, Miyashita Kita asked in a low voice
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