these have a certain firmness despite their soft feeling, have completely distinct vectors, and give the feeling of a miracle that defies logic.
The unripe fruit is still green.
Taking a bite off the apple that has yet to ripen, a sourness spread–but there was a certain sweetness within the sourness. Precisely because it is sour, the sweetness remains at the tip of the tongue and leaves a deep impression.
Furthermore the so called 11-y/o boobs.
It’s forbidden, a taboo, to step into such a holy place.
But even so, there is an immoral feeling, like being the first to soil the fresh snowfall.
Needless to say that there’s such dangerous sweetness in Ojou-sama’s boobs.
Snow’s boobs are the best, but Ojou-sama’s boobs are also good.
Furthermore if I look at Madam, the future will be promising.
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As such thoughts about boobs are developing, I feel a thick bloodlust on my neck.