The Coercion of Scum

"Go, darling!!"

I pretended to pull the handle connected to her **** leather, and at the same time yelled as if I was actually in a stance mecha, not to mention how passionate it was.

The enthusiasm of the audience was naturally adjusted to the highest point, and everyone screamed excitedly because of the girl's somewhat sensational actions.

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15 minutes later-

Lick.

Ziyou~~

Jasmine and I found a corner to sit down side by side, holding an ice cream in each hand.

It's really tired. I didn't think that to satisfy those audiences, not only had to have the sensuality, but also the role of God, just to act like a passionate feeling, I spent all my energy screaming.

And Jasmine...

There was an extremely illusory expression on her face, like a robot in disrepair. She curled her knees and looked forward blankly, only occasionally licking the ice cream I handed her.

Ah, shouldn't it be irritated?

Because I was playing on Xing’s head before, I patted her **** from time to time, forcing her to shout nasty lines like "Darling, please use me as much as you want." As a result, Jasmine shouted and shouted that I felt like there was something in her body. Being stripped, I really hope it is an illusion.

"Jasmine, are you okay?"

"I...Of course I won't succumb to you..."

She buried her face in her knees, muttering inexplicable words as if she was about to collapse.

Oh yeah, this is totally dysfunctional.

At the moment I can only think about how to restore Jasmine's energy, otherwise if she keeps walking with me with this expression of being broken, I might even be regarded as a weird.

Turning my head a little, I immediately found something enough to attract Jasmine's attention.

"Here, Jasmine, take a look at that, do you want to see it? The gathering place of the abnormal **** club."

"What?"

She blinked and turned her head in a daze.

I always felt that Jasmine, who was so depressed, was a bit pitiful, so I took her to a place where a certain group of people gathered without authorization.

From a distance, here is a bunch of people wearing white helmets, but in fact they just put their underwear on their heads—

That's right, just put the white briefs on your head.

After all, there is a saying that the harder you are usually suppressed, the more unrestrained your heart will be.

The prototype of the Abnormal Underpants Club is a terrorist organization set up in a certain brain hole animation "Harmonious World" to fight against a world without pornographic objects. The feature is that its members wear underwear on their heads in order to conceal their identity.

The attitude of this change is almost higher than that of the MMM group. When I first saw this thing, it was almost awe-inspiring.

Walking to the outside, I directly saw a man and a woman in the center being surrounded by a crowd of people handing out flyers.

Among them, wearing a cult-like white robe and wearing white briefs around her head, only the black long-haired girl with her eyes exposed shouted loudly while throwing something away:

"This world is too serious, please make me a bit more pornographic!!"

"Ooh, the leader!!"

The people around shouted one after another, and at the same time put the discarded things on the ground on their heads-it turned out that she was throwing white underwear, which probably means that we are a family with the same underwear.

Ah, I always feel that her behavior has some practical significance. After all, the control of obscene things in reality is also very strict.

With such emotion, I also picked up two fat times and handed one of them to Jasmine.

"Hey, do you want to wear it?"

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

Jasmine's eyes widened as if she couldn't understand our actions at all, she just asked in a dumbfounded tone.

I smiled and pointed at the group of "cultists" who were gathering for a gathering.

"Look, don't everyone have a great time playing? Now they are discussing nasty things. This is human nature."

"I don't have this kind of humanity!"

Jasmine's hand was clenched into a fist, and she snarled as if she couldn't restrain herself in embarrassment.

"Eh? Why, aren't there a lot of girls playing this here? You see, a lot of people use **** and pullovers."

"Even so, I don't want..."

Just as Jasmine righteously refused, her words suddenly stopped.

Jasmine, what's wrong with you?

Just when I wanted to ask, she moved quite quickly, and she pulled a pair of **** in my hand onto her head.

Hey hey hey hey! ! ! ? ?

Looking dumbfounded at her sudden positive action, I didn't know what to say for a while.

And Jasmine’s face was obviously anxious. Before I could react, she put another pair of **** on my head, and then she held down my head and made it with me as if it were the other The members of the Abnormal Panty Club are discussing the posture together.

"Hey, Jasmine, what are you doing?"

Although she was shocked that she took the initiative to put on her underwear, her strange behavior was still puzzling, so I lowered my voice and asked her.

"Sunflower, it's a sunflower!"

The part of her mouth covered by the underwear fabric squirmed slightly, and then the uneasy voice reached my ears.

"Huh? Sunflower? Will she come here?"

Hearing this news, I was a little bit stunned, but Jasmine didn't care about it at all, just wandering away in panic.

"What should I do, wouldn't it be bad if I was ashamed by her seeing me?"

"Hey, was your normal cosplay okay? Suddenly wearing underwear is really bad... No, so where is the sunflower?"

"I... I don't care... As long as you dress like this and be seen by acquaintances, it would be embarrassing!"

Jasmine complained with blushing cheeks, and stretched out her hand in one direction.