All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

This one over there is a hierarchy of crystal dungeons that have been unnaturally filled with holes.

In that place, where people other than myself disappeared, Ichiki groaned pompously.

"Have you left?"

After some fighting, the brave retreated.

The chicken takes a new kettle out of the sleeve and opens the lid. The particles that were eating up the area stopped moving perfectly. Divide into two hands and return to the kettle.

An offensive junction that is creating a simulated disappearance phenomenon at the point of contact by interfering with two kinds of junctions: hidden and separated. By contrast, do you mean the brave without the holy sword? Some of the opponents were struggling.

"I'm here to pick up the material, and now I don't have any income or expenditure"

I squirm like a fool for sleeping a pot that has delivered its boundaries.

Consumption is high for the mirrors I used for the partition, for the pots of junction I put on the brave men, for all the things I used to go deep while protecting the sorceress.

However, Ichiki was well aware that the problem was not the ingredients.

"Oh, too."

The chicken crouches down and puts his forehead on both hands. Looking at the ground, I squirm my dark hair around.

Surely the brave men were struggling. Five and five minutes without an offering is not a lie. I'm sure there were only a few, if any, chances that Ichiki would lose.

But I'm well prepared now. During that battle, not a single blade of bravery would have reached Ichiki, and if Ichiki wanted to do so, she would have been able to kill him without letting him escape.

But I let him get away with it.

Perhaps they had been cut off for not wanting to kill. To the brave, and to those two who left early with Ichiki's opponent on the brave.

"Why did you let me get away with it......!

Bite your back teeth tightly.

It was a one-of-a-kind opportunity.

Fighting brave men here, due to accidental encounters. Of course clearing up personal grievances, but it meant more than that, even if it was slightly more forceful.

The vigilante is built around the brave.

An attempt to create a security system by soliciting the will and paying a salary in this town where there was no matomo security mechanism.

That can be the scourge of the Carvel family where Ichiki and her sister are.

It's still small as a bud, but it could threaten us. Ichiki was intuitive because he has in mind the history of a country that has gone through various ups and downs.

Interpretation, where we are, lawlessness is the premise of a violent device.

If regular policing works well, we will have to be banished.

Killing brave men all over town can make unwanted noise. His influence can never be ignored.

But if it's here now.

If you kill without leaving a body in an invisible dungeon, you will not discover that the bad guy is a chicken. This crystal dungeon had just given birth to a vicious trap. If we buried the brave here, we would have been treated as the unlucky double shipwreck in the middle of a search.

The plans of the vigilante would also have been frustrated.

The sorceress delivered it to the point where she could return on her own. The rescue team had her where there was no need.

You should have killed him.

Every rescue team that couldn't break up the brave.

That was the best way to keep my peace with myself and my sister. I wasn't supposed to be qualified to hesitate to kill anyone.

I couldn't do it for one reason.

"... if it weren't for him, I would have eaten and killed him."

I was just talking to you, and I remember the face of the girl who made friends with me, and Ichiki trembles in remorse.

What a waste. What a waste to a sorceress, that brother, etc. That personality that comes slightly into the realm of others in honor of goodwill. I must have had a lot of problems before. It's better for the world to succeed or lose here.

That's what I thought, and that brave man is the brother of a sorceress, even if he rots.

Unlike my own irrevocable family.

So I couldn't kill him.

I didn't want my first friend to cry with this hand of a sorceress who accepted my distance from me.

"In the meantime, we need to talk to Mr. Volcano..."

If I say something sweet that I could not kill because I have a connection with a friend, I am unlikely to be able to continue to kill an associate of a friend, etc., what will they say?

Instead, they're going to be delighted.

Maybe our own peace is about to collapse. What will you do with the response before it does, or when it comes to the stage where you have to think about how you will behave after it does?

Oh, and exhale loudly.

"I'd like to meet someone who looks like my brother."

There was such a whine leaking out of my mind that I felt like escaping reality from every worry.

"Necessary Evil Stronger Than The Knights"

Such a thing is often a mirage of sandy cabinets.

Ichiki felt that the end of deception, which could not have lasted forever, was approaching.

Ren had his head.

Why did you do that?

That time I found a wrecked sorceress. Ren vehemently regretted that he was extremely impressed and hugged, not to mention helping from the demon.

"They're definitely creeping me out...!

Ren gets bored with his actions, which he has flabbergasted.

Ez Ann's Protective Sacred Word. Definitely because of that. I was a little overwhelmed by that influence.

Otherwise, I won't hug you or anything you want to meet.

I won't. I'm not your girlfriend, I'm not your blood. If you think common sense and a guy suddenly hugs a girl, you're done with the creepy one.

"Oh, too..."

I'm not comfortable with the embarrassment about the fact that I hugged you and the regret that I made you do it.

After that, I went home to hear the whole story. The return of the brave men was determined by the fact that the female swordsman would wait, and Ren and the others were told to return early to rest after a mild diagnosis at the temple.

The sorceress is on the run. I can't even go home with you, I missed my way home and left separately.

Ren was the one who got home first, but I'm pretty sure the sorceress will be back soon.

"For now, that's an excuse."

Okay, and decide what you want to do.

At that time, the sorceress said, "I forgive you," but you should still apologize firmly again. I have a lot of trouble living with you but it's awkward or something. It's not good to leave it there. Tell me exactly what you're up to.

With that in mind, the front door opened in good time.

"I'm home."

"Welcome back, seniors"

Ren picks him up.

"Seniors. What are you talking about when you meet today's seniors, but it wasn't like you had a really weird feeling or something, some of which was driving me a little crazy!

"Ahhh."

Ren's lousy excuse was put to an end in one word.

The sorceress shrugs her shoulders and tells her softly.

"I told you so. I'll make you dinner."

"... Ah, yes"

Ren claps out at the unexpected reaction.

I'm talking about a mindful sorceress. I thought I'd be given some sort of excuse or caution, but I don't have any words to blame. The sorceress who's just headed to the kitchen is more normal than I thought and doesn't look unusual.

Ren sat down, wondering if it would be rude to care any more.

"Is there anything I can do to help?

"I don't. Sit down and wait."

"Yes."

Sit down as adults as you were told.

There's nothing to do, so when Ren, with his cheekstick on, is seen in the apron hindsight of a sorceress, he calls out with his back shown.

Speaking of which,

"What is it?

"You, what do you like?

"Yes? Is it something you like"

"Oh, no, what's your favorite thing? Food!"

For some reason, he intensifies his tone and puts in corrections like he panicked.

No matter how much ren, I wouldn't make a weird mistake with this flow of conversation on a boulder.

"I like it... you never really thought about it"

"Really? Yeah, well, what? I'm here to help you, and I thought I'd make you whatever you want today."

"Even if they say they like food, it's hard to say this. Whatever."

"What, why not?"

The sorceress's voice is pointy.

Ren continues, even as he twists his neck wondering if he said anything to offend him.

"No, 'cause the best thing I've ever eaten is what seniors made me"

Fit, and the witch magician in the kitchen stopped moving.

"Really?

"Yes. Senior cooking, all of this is delicious, so it's hard for them to say which one they like. If you insist, I like what you made for me, me."

"... hehe"

"Huh?

Right now, I think I heard a loosely cut voice that I don't even think belongs to a sorceress.

I tilted my body and glanced at my face, but it was a faint face as usual. I guess it was my fault to put my posture back on track.

"Oh well. I like my food."

"I like it. I love it as much as I'm always looking forward to it."

"Yes. Then I will continue to make a lot of things for you....... yeah. I'm going to keep doing things."

"Why did you say it twice?

"Why?

The sorceress looks back at Ren's question and laughs in a good mood.

"Anything."

The meal was as good as ever.

Sautéed chicken with skin roasted in paris. It had plenty of chopped onions on it and had a great balance of vegetable sweetness and chicken umami.

When I finished helping him clean up, drowsiness struck me. The fear that it was going to be awkward also ended in worry, and where the tension loosened, the witch magician's delicious hand cooking came in.

More importantly, today, I gave more than my full strength.

Speak to the sorcerer as he slays the yawn.

Well, it's time for me to go to bed.

Try to grab a sleeping bag and pull it into the bathroom. It's an uncomfortable place to sleep, but I was already getting used to it.

But such a wren hem was pinched by a witch magician.

"Senior?"

You must be tired today.

"Well, yeah"

What can I do for you?

A witch magician grabbed the hem of the turned wren and pulled it.

Tomorrow, you're going to the dungeon, too.

"You do. This holiday is over for me."

"So you can use the bed."

"Huh? No, I'm sorry. Seniors are tired, too."

"So."

Even the sorceress was rescued. The sorceress taps the bed with Pompom to Ren, who tells him he can't roll in his sleeping bag.

"Bed, half of it, let's do it?

He offered me a suggestion that drowsiness would blow me away.

I was nervous like an idiot.

The sorceress lying in bed stared at the wall as she felt signs of Ren lying next to her on her back.

The lights were off, but I didn't feel like I could close my eyes. My right hand keeps my chest under control. Bakubaku was beating and his heart was rampantly rampaged.

I asked him out. From myself. I can't believe we're going to sleep in a bed together. Make it sound like good intentions. I pulled Ren, who tried to say no after I suggested it, and I was forced to do half of it. I rolled it into bed, then I slept next door myself, and dropped the lights.

Sleep in bed with a boy who says he likes himself, I can't believe it.

What did Ren think?

Don't you think she's a nasty woman or something?

In a single bed, two. Ren is just about to fall off the edge of the bed. I'm too close to the wall myself.

But it's our bed together.

Between us, there's only a little gap. I use the same blanket.

I can hear you breathing. If you wander off, you feel shaken. Whatever you're doing, it's a sense of distance.

Will you do something? Ren is.

The thought seems anxious and colourful of expectations.

So, how long have you waited?

There were signs of Ren turning this way.

Sooner or later, close your eyes. Today, when Ren helps me, the feeling of being hugged flashes back.

But Ren doesn't come any closer than that.

seconds into minutes, and there is no movement when it stacks further.

……

The sorceress turns to sleep with her eyes closed. And just a little, open your thin eyes.

When I saw it, Ren was asleep.

"... already"

I was frightened, and the bitter smile spilled.

When I saw Ren's sleeping face, then the tension relaxed and only the love remained.

I guess I'm tired. Speaking of which, it looks like he was loading the Divine Scriptures with little sleep last night. I would have slept in the daytime, but then I hear it came to the training center. So, my shipwreck exploration. I would have strained my nerves, too. Physically it should have been almost the limit.

"Good luck, you gave it to me."

Yourself, for.

Today, that moment. When Ren knocked me out of the demon that was ambushing me. To be honest, it's something I could have dealt with myself - but that doesn't matter.

When I think of what he did to me, my chest tightens. I get joy from the back of my stomach. I think of that moment over and over again, the time wrapped in happiness that Ren embraced me without hesitation.

That's when I realized.

"... hehe"

Laughing sloppily, the sorceress filled the gap with Ren, which had been slight.

Don't wake me, seclude me. But be honest with your feelings, be bold.

I lean against Len, who is resting in peace, and ears against the chest plate, which is getting rough.

The sound of my heart was lovely. The smell I'm used to already filled my chest. I've never known warm skin plumping before.

Oh, let's admit it. Give me this heartbeat. Pleasure to fill your entire body.

That's how you put it.

"I like it."

Feel Ren's whole body, I think so.

No more excuses.

I like it. I love it. There's nothing I dislike about it. The things that don't work, the things that aren't cool, all look good. I'm more than happy with Ren's words. I want to monopolize all of his actions.

I don't know when they will. I don't know why.

I like it.

That's all.

Tomorrow, I'll get back to you with a confession. I don't even make vague, far-fetched invitations, like this one. Finish your adventure in the dungeon, cook dinner, watch Ren smile like a child in his own hand cooking, and say when his whole body is as happy as it is now.

He said he thought both ways.

Tomorrow, I will.

So.

"Today, good night"

With nose, ears, and skin.

The sorceress closed her eyes gently hoping to feel more tomorrow as she used herself to fill Ren.