Nanao's female knight equipment is complete, and the salary Hayato Minakami paid her is not low. The leather jacket, boots, and even the helmet she wears are all good things.
What, why don't you have pants?
Nanao was wearing a pair of extremely short jeans today, and Minato Hayato recognized her from such a distance just now through her long legs.
It's okay when you're standing, but when you're sitting on the motorcycle seat, it's really hard to take your eyes away. The blue jeans, the black safety pants faintly exposed inside, and the white thighs complement each other, and you can see above the water. Hayato became more drunk.
"What are you looking at?" Nanao held the helmet in her arms and supported one of her long legs on the ground, slender and straight: "Why don't you get in the car?"
"Oh, I was looking to see if your shoelaces fell off." Minato Hayato did not move his eyes away. He was so drunk that he was emboldened. Anyway, this was not the first time she had noticed him.
"I'm wearing boots without laces." Nanao looked at him.
"Then your shoelaces didn't come off."
"..."
"Hahaha, get in the car!" Mizuna Hayato smiled and got on the car: "This is my first time making someone else's fender."
"helmet?"
"Wear it, be safe."
"Yeah." Nanao put on her helmet and put her hands on the front of the car.
As for Minato Hayato, he also put his hand on Nanao's slender waist.
Nanao straightened her back subconsciously, and an electric shock-like feeling was like a wave, spreading from her waist to her back, hands, neck, and even her whole body.
"you!"
Before she could say anything else, Minato Hayato leaned almost all over him. His breath, which was getting hotter after drinking, even vaguely hit her neck, making her shrink unconsciously.
Motorcycles are not suitable for carrying people, but if they carry people, the distance is almost like Siamese people.
The previous time when Nanao sat behind him, he had taken advantage of her, and he still misses her.
Sitting behind Nanao today, he was still the one taking advantage.
Minato Hayato subconsciously moved his butt to the little space left behind. He didn't drink much tonight. His brother hadn't reached the point where he couldn't stand up after drinking. It would be better to say he was tipsy. My brother is full of energy.
He coughed dryly: "But there's nothing I can do. It's too dangerous if I don't support my waist. I can't do it even if I drink."
Nanao twisted her body unconsciously. Her waist was quite sensitive and she obviously couldn't adapt to it: "You, you should change your position."
"Oh, okay then." Minato Hayato lowered his hand and placed it on her smooth thigh, and subconsciously rubbed it.
"Not even on the legs!"
"Oh..." Mizutaka Hayato was a little disappointed and put his hands on her shoulders: "But don't you think this feels a bit like being manipulated by the person behind you? I don't like this very much."
"Manipulated..." Upon hearing this word, Nanao's breathing became heavier under her helmet, which strengthened her opinion: "I think it's okay."
"Okay then~" Mizuna Hayato said in a longer tone, reluctantly.
...
In the brightly lit streets of Tokyo at night, a female knight wearing a leather jacket and long, bright legs was walking through the traffic with a man behind her.
The motorcycle moved faster and faster, passing through the busy long street and crossing the bridge until it entered the living area, where the traffic flow was much less.
Minato Hayato originally planned to keep a little distance as much as possible, but at this speed, he really couldn't control it. His whole body was pressed against Nanao's body at zero distance. He started to slide his hands down unruly and placed them on his body. on her legs.
When the motorcycle stopped below Hayato Minato's apartment, Nanao quickly shook her shoulders and motioned for him to get off.
After Minato Hayato got out of the car, she inadvertently lowered her head and looked somewhere at him.
"We've arrived at your house." Nanao's voice seemed a little hoarse.
Minato Hayato was silent for a moment, glanced at Nanao's long legs, recalled the feeling just now, and his heart moved: "How about... take me to the beach to sober up?"
"Eh?"
"That's okay, right?" Mizuna Hayato said to himself: "You want to go for a ride anyway, why don't you take me with you?"
By the time Nanao came back to her senses and felt the howling wind and the touch of the man behind her again, they were already on their way to the beach.
That was the place that Hayato Minakami went to when he gave her this car, and it was also her favorite place to go when she went for a ride.
"Why would I agree to him?"
Nanao felt that she had lost her mind. She had been working as an assistant to Minami Hayato for a long time, and her special hobbies made her less and less able to refuse him. Unknowingly, things had already happened. so.
Even...
Even Minakami Hayato's own waist was hugged by Minakami Hayato at some point, and he only realized it now.
The distance she was accustomed to driving became farther than before. Her heart was filled with various thoughts, and she felt her body heating up and the strength in her body being drained away bit by bit.
Fortunately, the beach finally arrived, otherwise she might have had an accident in this state.
"We're here." Nanao maintained a normal tone: "Get off the car when we're here."
When she stopped the car, she straightened up and moved her position forward. Her movements towards the front of the car were almost like holding the meat to Hayato's mouth. It was just that she couldn't adjust on the way. It was better to hurry up now. It's better to leave.
Nanao took off his helmet, shook his hair, and waited for Minato Hayato to get out of the car.
Minato Hayato, who originally planned to get off the car, suddenly changed his mind when he felt the touch of hair passing by the tip of his nose, and the aroma became stronger along the way.
"But..." Minato Hayato leaned forward, put his arms around her slender waist, and his nose was almost on the back of her neck, and whispered: "I don't want to get out of the car."
Nanao's breathing quickened: "But it's already here..."
Mizuna Hayato's legs supported the entire car, as if he was a guest. He opened his hands, allowing Nanao to lean back, almost leaning in his arms.
From this angle, he could finally see her expression clearly, her messy hair stained with sweat, her red cheeks, and her fluttering eyelashes.
"I changed my mind."
Feeling the almost unresisting movement of the beautiful woman in his arms, Minato Hayato put aside these words and leaned his head towards the red lips.
...
The night is like ink, the waves are not resting, and a gust of sea breeze blows, bringing with it a few lines of dialogue that no one knows.
"Go back to my house?" he suggested.
"No! Right here!" She seemed to have different ideas.
He looked at her unusual expression and seemed to recognize her again.
"Then I won't be polite!"
