All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

After Len pulled into the bathroom, the often grumpy sorceress unraveled the posture she held on her shoulder.

It's too unexpected, and I can't help it. It weighed naturally on the back of the chair I was sitting on.

The noise rang.

"What, that guy?"

There was some emotion in the witch magician's chest.

Today, before I got home, I was sexually irritated. I witnessed Ren seeing her beautiful Mr. Sister while I was gone, and I had some irresistible emotions. I thought I'd make him dinner or something like that, and I usually don't eat out, eat alone, and go home.

Knowing my mistakes in the conversation that followed, I thought I'd cook for him because some of them got stuck. As always, I was happy as an idiot, and I was glad that he was an easy guy.

Because he's a junior opponent. Pleased, there's no way I feel bad as a senior.

So I also thought I'd watch Ren study her worried about taking a bath. There was also intellectual curiosity about the original book of the Divine Scriptures. I was sitting next to him trying to teach him my knowledge as a senior.

Yet.

"Suddenly, that..."

I have the thought of saying weird things without even touching them.

But I didn't get angry.

There is a great deal of confusion about the shame about the words toward the face and more about what has been said that I have never been aware of before.

You think you look cute in an apron or that you have a beautiful body in your bedding?

"... eh"

Place your hands on the shoulder that was touching Ren, and grip her all the time.

Ren said he liked himself in the first place. In other words, young men and women are in one room. I guess my lack of experience that didn't come to mind in my heterosexual gaze was the problem. It was definitely defenseless. In itself, the sorceress also reflects.

That's what I mean by not feeling critical enough.

As a result, Ren told me that he had a lower heart, and that's how he saw it.

"He..."

You should think this place is usually disgusting.

It's an angry scene if you don't look at it with weird eyes.

But I don't know.

He said, "Me."

The sorceress twisted herself.

In tune with the soothing feelings, my body was asexually musty and restless.

Of course, if it was from someone else I don't know, I'd be scared to just imagine I could turn my inferior gaze. Even if you look familiar, I can't wait to be offended. If you tell me you want to touch my body, I'll throw it away with disgust.

But this time, it was Ren, my junior, who said it.

"Beautiful, or something. Cute, or something."

My own exhale, which leaked along with reciting Ren's dialogue, is somehow hot.

Of course, a sorceress is not as easy a person as she would be happy to just get a common compliment.

There have been other people like me throwing those compliments at her with good looks. Words of praise are used to bathing, both from the same sex and from the opposite sex. The sorceress had the spiritual leeway to snatch them away.

But every time I see it, I'm trying, if it's him.

If it was him who had seen himself since the first time, when he was so new, growing up, clumsy but wanting.

I said I liked myself, and still there was nothing that was ever going to force me to do, but he did it in a way that made me lean in gently, and he welcomed me in even if I said something I couldn't, and he finally said that because I couldn't stand it, and I still said to Ren with a bright red face that I would endure it, if it were.

I didn't hate what they saw, thought, and could tell.

Because she's beautiful, she's cute, and she's gonna have to put up with it. 'Cause she looked at herself, said so, and she told me.

Just remembering the dialogue Ren said, especially this emotion where the heart pulses and twitches.

"Hey, I'm going to bed."

Tell no one but say it away, and the sorceress turns off the lights in the room.

I didn't want to pack my bags and leave. I can't believe we're moving away from Len. I wasn't thinking about it.

So the sorceress, naturally, keeps sleeping in Ren's room. Dive into Ren's bed.

From the bathroom where Ren pulled in, the lights were leaking. I can hear Len leaking as he bumps and reads out the original text.

As I said, I guess I'm doing the phonetic reading of the Divine Book first.

Ren's voice faintly reaches his ear. The voice of an honest, hardworking, clumsy boy. That enters the ear of a sorceress.

Breathe softly and feel a fragrance other than yourself remaining in the futon. Are you used to it or faded? The smell from the blanket is not as good as the first day.

But I don't know.

……

The sorceress kneels again in nature and in the futon. Especially my own heart that pulses. Rub your thighs together unconsciously into the sweet sensation that springs up from time to time. Lean the blanket over your mouth and leave your breathing unconscious as it is. Close your eyes and be aware of Ren's voice, which is audible to your ears.

Ears, nose to nose, Len enters.

You're wrapped up, I think.

The smell, the sound, seems to mix up with me and Len little by little.

That's very calm.

Feeling Len with her ears and nose as she sleeps is so comfortable that it seems like she's kind of a habit, and she's going to lose her mind.

This is it, looking at Ren's face nearby with his eyes.

So, lean right next to me, and when I get skin, too.

Plus, with my lips, I can't believe it.

"Heh, heh."

My mind wanders so much that I can't even understand how I feel about the delusions I've accidentally had, the first emotions I've had.

To a stranger, a witch magician flirting with floating emotions scratches tears in her eyes. No, no, what is this? Tell me, ask, turn after it's all over on foot.

I hug Len's blanket so that I can be sure of feelings I don't know, and I tremble my voice.

"What, this...!

My temperature was so hot that I didn't think it was winter.

The next morning.

Ren, who made bears under his eyes, finally lit the light at his fingertips.

"Oh, I'm awesome..."

Self-portraying self-admiration for the exercise of a secret that could not be done until yesterday.

After loading several books of the Divine Book with all his might overnight, Ren was ready to use purification and healing.

In fact, I don't know how effective it is until I try it. But it should be much better than not.

"Ha ha... uh, tired..."

Laugh proudly at what you can do if you do it and drop your clasps and arms to the ground.

All night long, I was suddenly spinning my head. I tried to close my eyes to sleep now, and, uh, the scent of the meal tickled Ren's nose tip. If you're conscious, you can also hear the rhythmic sound of the knife slamming the slab. It's a sign that the sorceress is cooking.

"Seniors... get out, I don't"

I was a little surprised that the sorceress was still across the door, a little relieved and scared to show her face more than that.

Which side should I lower and face the sorcerer the day after I said that?

Standing up, Ren crawls out of the bathroom.

"Good morning. Well!?

In the meantime, Ren doubted his own eyes when he saw a sorceress cooking in the kitchen naked apron, trying to say hello as if nothing had happened.

"Oh, dear."

To the stunned Ren, the sorceress returns a flat greeting.

What is this? I'm falling asleep and even having nasty dreams. I ran my eyes bloody and realized.

The sorceress was wearing an apron from the top of her bedroom. However, it was just hidden with an apron because of the style of shorts on the camisole, and from the front it just made it look like I was wearing an apron on my bare skin.

"Oh, my God. You had an apron on top of your bedding."

"I don't know what. I didn't just put my apron on while I was asleep because I was a little late to wake up."

A blameworthy tone to the half-eye.

"Yes, you are. Oh, yeah. I'm sorry about yesterday. Say something weird."

"Fine. If you care too much, it's hard. I'll get dressed after dinner, so pull into the bathroom then. And what was your reaction earlier?

The sorceress lays her hands on her hips with one hand the balls that were stirring the pan and leaves her mouth tipped like a shank on a swollen surface.

"Are you saying this outfit isn't pretty or cute?

"Yes, no. It suits you, and that's why you call it a problem, that.... it's so, so cute"

"Ahhh."

The witch magician, pointing at an angle where she could never see the expression from Ren, even if only the words were not rushed, lets her cheeks loosen in.

Praised. Glad to see Len's reaction as expected and I couldn't help but be glad.

Actually, the sorceress doesn't even know why I bothered to dress like this. No, maybe that's a lie. I'm sure she's realizing why she's acting herself, but she's deluding herself because she's comfortable with the deception she's imposed on her.

Because I'm a senior and he's a junior.

"Um, seniors. I told you yesterday."

"What, you said it yesterday?"

I don't want you to be too defenseless. On Ren's lips, who tried to say so, the sorceress hits the balls she had and whispers the dialogue.

And I grinned.

"Patience, you will, won't you?

It was such a fascinating look that I couldn't say anything back, and a smile that made me want to keep watching, even if I wanted to put up with and protect what.

I lost all my strength from Len's entire body.

It was a strange feeling. Unlike last night when the puffy thread of reason was cut, the extra force falls out of my body and my heart warms from the tip of my hands and feet.

"... yes, seniors"

"Great, junior."

The upbeat sorceress nodded back into the kitchen as she rocked the apron hem. Ren took his seat as he followed him behind that with his eyes.

It's too unexpected, and I can't help it. It weighed naturally on the back of the chair I was sitting on.

The noise rang.

"What the hell..."

A warm emotion was sprouting in Ren's chest, groaning.

A little like yesterday's impulse, but something completely different.

I don't know what that is.

But.

"I'll put up with whatever it takes, yes"

If that keeps the sorceress smile.

With something in her chest like a treasure she wanted to cherish, Ren muttered as she swore.