All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

Ren decided to confess to the slave girl, but nothing was meant to challenge her to a swine rush.

Ren is aware that he is a countryman.

I've lived a life where my generation of girls have never been around. It is one of the most distant matters for Ren to understand, such as heterosexual microscopy around the age. Blah, Ren has no idea how to confess that a girl would love to.

But Ren has a dependable party member.

Those who explore the dungeons created by people's emotions, adventurers.

They are more experienced in life than Ren. Even with every romance, I trusted that it would give me inclusive advice.

Nevertheless, if I talk properly about "what do I do about confessing to my favorite child" or something, it is visible that I will be molested to death.

So Ren took the form of listening carefully to each romantic experience.

The first thing I'm likely to rely on is a leader with a wife and children.

I said to him, "A leader is married, isn't he? Anniversaries and how are you celebrating your wife," she asked how to select a good gift in the guise of chatter, "I'm not celebrating at all... right, you had bouquets of flowers and stuff in the beginning.... Long time no see, shall I try to buy it". It seems friendly and above all.

Of course, opinions from women are also important.

For that reason, when I asked the female swordsman about the likeable male statue, I got a reply that I didn't feel somewhat overwhelmed with, "Hey, cleanliness is important," so Ren decided to make a frightening decision on the day of the confession.

The bowman's senior said, "Seniors are experienced women, aren't they? I'd like to hear from my senior samurai. What words and gifts made you happy?" And as I put in the exploration, I bragged, "That's the easiest thing to redeem. You decide to be most happy when you give it to me, right?" or some shit replied so I excluded it from the reference.

And the preferences of the same generation of girls are what I most want to know.

Speaking of the same generation as Ren's acquaintance, she's a sorceress.

A sorceress still resting her body in the Temple's Supreme Sanctuary (Abaton) finds out the circumstances that she has someone she likes.

With a sympathy, there's no need to hide it here and a straight ball saying, "I want to give a gift to whoever I want, what do you think I should do! When I asked," You know what? "I said to the sorceress, whose face turned bright red somehow." He was thrown a pillow along with a cry and kicked out.

Ren, who dispersed with his other body, sighed, even though he really felt that he was violent and stuck, a little friendly.

The day after that happened.

The dungeon exploration was also a day off, when Ren renewed his fine clothes with the money in his hand and confirmed himself in front of the mirror, buying as gorgeous a bouquet of flowers as possible at the street store.

Preliminary information gathering for the act of confession is complete. What's more, Ren had a chance.

I was coming up with a name for a confession to a slave girl. No, instead of a name proposal, you can say it's a must. He was knitting out a way to confess that would never fail.

"I just need you to affirm the confession in its entirety......!

Give me a thousand lins to have the confession fully affirmed. Ren was convinced this was the only way.

Mix a thousand phosphorus gently into the bouquet bought at the florist. Give the slave girl a thousand phosphorus-stained bouquets and confess where she's become an all affirmative slave girl.

In this case, it is a confession that will never be rejected.

"Damn, it's perfect"

I'm scared of my brains coming up with such a wonderful way to confess, and Ren heads to the square where the slave girl is, grinning suspiciously and damnably.

Today will be the anniversary for you and your slave girl. Ren's footsteps in believing in a bright future are light, and he sings a nose song. The unimaginable expression of failure was sloppily loose and, objectively, Ren was now creeped out for it.

That's how we got to Park Square.

There was a client.

As usual, there was an alchemist (alchemist) youth before a slave girl dressed in a piercing coat and smiling pitifully.

Much better complexion than when I tried it. The example professor also lost his legs, and his environment seems to have undergone a better change.

"Mm."

Ren flaunts his face.

I really don't have the right time with this guy. That's what happened the first time Ren tried to use Slave Girl, and she came to visit today and elsewhere as a guest when she was about to confess. Seems to be ahead of me every time, I thought it was a little out of the way, and I realized.

Alchemist youth were a little strange to talk to about their troubles.

Looks like I haven't given her a thousand lins yet, and Slave Girl's mouth is hidden with a placard.

Such a young alchemist (alchemist) standing before her had the look of being nervous but determined to do something.

The outfit is a battle garment that I decided after worrying in front of the mirror for an hour or two, it feels like, I have a fancy bouquet of flowers in my hand.

Ren has doubts about his condition.

What the hell is that guy? He said he's here to see a slave girl to uncover her troubles, but he's a weird guy, like bringing a bouquet of flowers in clothes like he goes to a party, for Christ's sake. Um, but it's like seeing some kind of guy? and it was when Ren felt the incredible Dejav to the alchemist (alchemist) youth.

"Oh, um..."

A young alchemist (alchemist) offers a bouquet of flowers to a slave girl.

The sumptuous bouquet of flowers offered was mixed with a thousand phosphors.

"Sh, I like it! I've always liked it since it was first fully affirmed. Stay with me!

A shock ran like a lightning strike all over Ren's body.

They're getting ahead of us!

To the sight in front of her, Ren screams inside.

The Alchemist youth thought the same thing as Ren.

Damn, losing by a touch difference, that sucks.

Wren, who distorted his face with ugly jealousy, does not speak to his voice but poisons him as much as he thinks in his heart.

Why, more importantly, do you confess the same thoughts as you do in front of yourself? There's more to it than really bad timing.

A grudge swirls in Ren's heart, and an ill-spirited emotion brings a sickle.

The alchemist (alchemist) youth is in his late twenties. In contrast, the slave girl is about the same age as Len in her late teens.

Aren't you a little too old to confess?

Yes, that's right, and Ren, who became the second frying bastard, is hard to give away his opponent's flaws.

What a fine adult who is an alchemist (alchemist) youth who seems even thin and weak compared to the runaway adventurer Ren, and has a social position as an assistant professor at the Academy, the highest school in this country, and has stable income, and if you look closely, his outfit and bouquet are a few ranks above what Ren had available - if any, zero elements that could possibly win!? It was when I was weighing the means of rewinding, even as I was confused with things like that.

……

A slave girl smiling truly turned her placard around silently.

"All Denied Slave Girls: Time, Unlimited, Free"

The air is dead.

Of course the alchemist (alchemist) youth was stunned, even Len, who was just rushing to the side, was knocked down by the feeling of being knocked into his funeral attendance seat.

I no longer need words.

Alchemist (alchemist) youth opens his eyes. A bouquet of wasabi falls from his hand. That bouquet of flowers, it looks expensive, but how much did it cost? Ren's head, who saw what he was like, was thinking about it in a way that escaped reality.

Slave girls don't stop, not knowing about those bastards or anything. There is no shade in the beauty revealed by getting the placard out of your mouth.

She opened her mouth wide, clearly.

"I can't go out with you!!!!! I'm so sorry!!!!!! heh!

With a perfect sales smile, a clear confessional all-denial husky voice echoed.