The Coercion of Scum

I thought for a moment, walked to the seat and sat down, then opened the drawer, and took out a ball of yarn and a pair of needles from it.

This was the end of my summer vacation. I was lucky not to meet that person, so I was a little troublesome... No, it was a bit idle, so I started looking for something to do and chose this one.

I crossed my legs and started to play sweaters with the help of an instruction map and following the above movements and punctuation.

Because this is the first time I have done this, it is actually very rusty, for fear that a mistake will make the shape of the sweater out of shape.

I confirmed the progress a little bit, and it seems that only one-tenth is completed, which is the corner of the sweater, but fortunately, there is still some time before winter, so don’t worry about it for the time being...

Hey, wait a minute!

Why do I want to make a sweater for myself to give it to someone to wear it! This is just me playing around!

After explaining this to myself, I finally calmed my mind again and started to wear sweaters again.

"Little Mo..."

"Ohhhhh!!!"

My mother suddenly opened the door and came in. I was so frightened that I was so frightened that I hurriedly opened the drawer and threw the tools in. Then I lay down on the table and pretended to be reading a book.

"what's happenin?"

She tilted her head and looked confused.

"It's okay, I'm reading a book."

I pretended to be calm, and she was holding her cheek in an apologetic look.

"Ah, ah, I'm sorry to disturb you, but the gas ran out just now, so dinner time has to be postponed by 30 minutes."

"it does not matter."

I told her calmly, acting like a good daughter who doesn't worry her parents.

Mom, who was unaware of my predicament, smiled as always.

"Well, come on, then."

After the door closed again, I let out a sigh, and then I slumped on the table.

My heart is messed up, I can't make a sweater at all!

There is no other way I can only lie on the bed, looking at the ceiling in a daze.

I... shouldn't anything change.

I always feel that something subtle and very dangerous is happening in my body.

No, no!

Then I shook my head like an ostrich out of fear in denial.

"Ah, yes!"

Suddenly sitting up, I thought of something.

I began to walk into my closet and searched for the bottom drawer.

If I remember correctly, it should be there...

"Ah here!"

I felt a little bit of excitement because I found what I was hiding.

That is a piece of underwear.

The pattern on the top is blue and purple, which looks a little nonsensical, and it is boxer shorts.

This is certainly not mine.

It was when I was forced to go to his house because I happened to find this thing in his drawer and stole it out of revenge.

Actually, I don’t know which of my tendons was wrong during the summer vacation, but when I recovered, I took it home and put it in front of the table. At that time, I was worried about my underwear. That's really stupid.

Thinking about it carefully, it was probably because I was attracted by the lines of the underwear, and I thought it would be good to buy a pair of the same style.

I opened this pair of underwear with both hands, and the image of the owner of the underwear emerged from the bottom of my heart.

"Jasmine, hehehe..."

How could this be? Just looking at the underwear, that person's wretched expression appeared vividly!

I was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but let go, and even my underwear fell to the ground.

No, no!

I stomped anxiously, and at the same time began to step on my underwear, venting my anxiety.

Am i stupid? Sure enough, let's return this stuff!

Picking up the **** with a look of disgust, I decided to put them back in the drawer quietly next time, but my hands stopped again.

It's rare to get the men's underwear, so it would be a shame to take it back like this.

Huhhhhh...

"Yeah!"

When I came back to my senses, I had already taken off my original underwear and put on those underwear.

Blushing, I walked to the mirror and looked at myself.

Of course I won't see it, because I changed it directly under the skirt, so I am no different from the one who just came back from school.

It's just that I put on that man's underwear.

Oops, just thinking about it makes me feel bad!

I walked two steps, feeling numb all over, and after a while, I collapsed on the bed.

"Huha...huha..."

I hugged the pillow and curled up completely.

What the **** is going on? Why is it so? Wearing his underwear, there is actually a feeling of being enslaved by him, as if he were his slave.

I hugged the pillow tightly, tears of unknown meaning flowed from the corner of my eyes.