All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

An open terrace coffee shop on the trail by the boulevard. In a fashionable atmospheric hole shop, Ren was offering afternoon tea time to Mr. Regular Sister.

Now the two of them are sitting across from each other across the table. Pancakes with plenty of whipped cream are placed in front of the regular Sister, with a glass pot with tea on the side.

And before Ren, it was just water.

"Hmm, I see"

While practicing a quite noble way of dissipating the stress of letting younger boys have an afternoon snack for no good reason, the regular Sister exhales deeply when she hears the whole story.

Ren, who confessed everything to Mr. Regular Sister after washing himself away, was waiting for Sharon with a strange face.

"I confessed to the girl I lived with until this time, and Len said no because you like slave girls. Before that happened, I said it myself trying to pack the distance with slave girls,"

"Yes. That's pretty much it."

"Heh."

Regular Mr. Sister sips a pack of pancakes that Len has shown him. I knew this store was delicious, and once I put the knife and fork away.

And in the palm, the light dwells.

It's the light of purification, the secret that Ren wore recently. That's what you should call a clergyman, obviously a denser density of light than Len.

"Um, why the light of purification...?

"Hmm? It's not a big deal."

Turn your palms in the light of purification with a gentle expression, perhaps to Len, who asks.

"Now I feel like I can purify you with a light that will destroy the demon, Len."

"Huh!?

Ren trembles.

Regular Mr. Sister smiles bitterly at the frightened reaction and extinguishes the light of purification. I am no longer that senior-man with no expression, and the light of purification does not become aggressive towards people. I only meant about half of what I just said.

"Haha, a joke joke. Even so, Len, you're getting more interesting than I thought."

"... is that interesting?

"For what I'm asking, I guess."

Answer Ren with a smile, who looks disgruntled with her business as well.

It is most likely other human resources. Love stories outside your community are a healthy way to enjoy them. I can only think of the feeling that it's okay to be young, especially when it comes to romantic stories about young kids like Len.

"But apart from the slave girl thing. I, Ren, if they tell me which side to take with you or Slave Girl, because Slave Girl is a choice."

"Oh, really..."

"Yes, it is."

Turn the knife around and respond. Anyway, the length of the relationship is different.

It's only recently that I started interacting with Ren. By contrast, Slave Girl and I have been dating since we were nuns, even though we never talked about privacy.

"Slave girl's side... I knew I did something wrong earlier"

"Hey..."

Another sip of the pancake Len showed you. Back to back with the softness and sweetness that spreads across the tongue, Mr. Regular Sister thinks about what it should be like to make a difficult face.

Actually, nothing Ren is doing is a mistake.

Approach the girl you like. Very natural, rather a courageous recommended act as a youth.

Says there's a girl who's confessed to liking you, but you're clearly saying no. I don't postpone it poorly, enough to want to give you a compliment on the proper response. The vitality of declaring war directly from the front that the kid hasn't given up on Ren is amazing and makes me want to support the girl, but it has nothing to do with Ren's will.

And Ren says she likes slave girls. This is Ren's freedom again. Whether there's another girl who says she likes Len, there's no need for Len to refrain from acting for her. All you have to do is approach Ren as well as Slave Girl so that the girl can attack Ren.

I was just upset to watch about Park Square earlier, like a ten-year-old who izziwals at some girl he likes.

"That was a little too much earlier... Len, you're that one, aren't you? It's a surprise."

"What do you mean?

"... nothing"

Natural or frowny.

Whether it's what you heard or what you did to a slave girl, you're still lighting a bump.

Praising or passing on favors to a girl you like is an effective means. Unless you're so badly impressed, I don't feel bad if you're praised, and I'd love to be told I like you. Immediately after they say it, the confusion is superior, but later it twitches and becomes naturally aware of the person.

It's quite amazing to do that naturally.

"Oh. You're right where you are. I've never seen anything natural."

"Natural...? What are you talking about?

"Hmm? Talk over here."

If you praise the method, you become proud that you are the type of person who is good at the number you consciously do. Given Ren's background of coming out of the country in addition to his current reaction, I guess he really does it as vegan.

It's just that that's not the problem.

"If that was a bad idea, what should I have done?"

"By the way, Len. Sister of the church. Actually, I can't marry you, for religious reasons. If I were to get married, I would have to quit my clergy. Besides, I can't return as long as I have a home. If you're a man, even a clergyman can usually have a wife, but you can't have a woman, don't you think it's terribly sexist?

"What are you talking about!?

It is a stupidity to the current nun (Sister) system.

Half-eyed to Len, who is stunned by the flow of the story that abruptly turned.

"No, 'cause you're here to hear my stupidity, and it's not weird for me to listen to you, Ren?

"Ugh..."

If I say it a little mean, I get stuck in my voice.

He's an honest, good kid, and he sighs around not getting dissatisfied with me not arguing here.

"You know what, Ren? I'm Len, and I'm not gonna interrupt your approach to slave girls, but I'm not gonna cooperate, either, am I? Besides, that kid... I think he's a tough kid. Len, as much as I'd like to advise you, it's out of your hands."

"It... may be so"

The circumstances and background of the slave girl do not feel that the regular Mr. Sister is somehow going to be a glimmer.

It can be inferred that even the slightly ambiguous status quo is likely to have complicated circumstances such that it is not possible to live normally on its own. I guess Len agrees. Lie down on your face.

"I certainly don't know more about that kid than I'm in business there...... Speaking of which, how long have you been dating a slave girl?

"Slave girls and me?

Mm-hmm. Put your hands on your chin.

How long was it? Pull out memories.

"I guess it's been about five years. It was still a rough city."

"Heh."

Think again, it's a long one.

When I first met her in that park square, the slave girl was also in her early teens, when she herself had left the sweetness of a teenage child, and when that senior-in-your-in-your-face came and was shattered by a lot of dust.

Five years after that.

The only thing that doesn't change is the facelessness of that senior.

"I mean, maybe it's me, the kid's first customer."

"Oh, are you serious!?

"Yeah. That was cute. Slave girl with such a feeling. Well, of course she's cute now."

"So you also know why slave girls are in such a business!?"

"I don't know that"

Respond lightly. I wouldn't be willing to teach it to myself if I did, but I don't actually.

"Really..."

……

I buy intentions to find out about Ren's opponent. Just how prepared are you there? I saw how Ren dropped his shoulder disappointingly, and accidentally that bothered me.

"Hmm... Len, I don't know what you think."

"Yes."

"Actually, I'm a very irresponsible person."

"Yes?"

No liability.

That was the furthest thing from Ren's known statue of a regular Mr. Sister. Regular Mr. Sister goes on pale in response to Len's confused reaction to the conversation as well.

"I cannot be held responsible for that child. That's why I'm not trying to get into that kid's privacy, and I've overlooked it even when I had the chance. I didn't try to get involved more than I had to."

I knew that kid had something when I first met him. No, it was rather the easiest to understand at first.

He looks like he's lost, incomparable now.

Still.

"I am, Ren. I became a Sister for myself, and I became a Sister on my own. So I'm very important right now. I'm the most important thing."

Regular Mr. Sister also has something piled up to live on.

Efforts, decisions, and some inertia. What has piled up good or bad is her life.

And she can't break it for someone just in favor. No, or it could have been different if you could have asked for help.

Instead, however, the slave girl when Mr. Regular Sister first met was looking for punishment.

"I can't sacrifice something of mine to someone who can't take responsibility for my actions."

So even when we first met, she paid a thousand lins. I paid the consideration of the thousand phosphorous sought and received all affirmations for ten minutes. I didn't touch on any of her circumstances.

For me, it is very easy to understand and comfortable to relate to the full affirmation of the prescribed consideration of the slave girl's thousand phosphorus.

She thinks she's a narrow-minded person herself. I am aware that I was a man who should not have been a priest. Still, she wanted to be a sister who healed people's wounds under the responsibility of work.

So tell the boy in front of you.

"I don't know anything about a slave girl, Len, so I don't think you can take responsibility for that girl. Oh, no. It's not about the responsibility to marry or anything, is it? I don't know, Ren, how you're going to get involved."

"... Yes"

Ren is honestly listening. I guess he has something in mind, too.

"If you're serious about saying you like that girl. I think we need to be quite prepared. Worse, I'd probably be happier with a kid saying he's confessed. Even you, Ren, aren't you confused by confession?

"... I'm quite glad to be honest that Murina did confess to me"

"Then why don't we hang out? There's a lot I can tell from dating. That's what I heard, but he's not a good kid."

…………

Something, you must be remembering. Ren grips his fist for a long time and closes his eyes.

You mean the girl who was confessed, or maybe she's repulsing Ren's memory when she liked slave girls.

The next time I opened my eyes, they were ready.

"Still, I like slave girls."

I said mean, but a straight boy's voice returned.

"... well"

Mr. Regular Sister asked for a moment. I'll smile and sneeze and stroke Ren's head, which I've frowned upon while giving him the look of what it is.

"Do it."

"Hey, what is it all of a sudden!? No, please don't!

"Haha, that's fine. I can't light it."

Maybe I can be on this kid's side.

I thought so, spinning my reluctant Ren's head around.

I wouldn't be able to make a big deal out of myself being just a one-time sister. Still, if I get a chance, maybe I can give you everything I can unconditionally and take Len's side. If it's to help him try to get into the circumstances of a slave girl, you might want to chop up what you've built up with both risk and responsibility on the lookout.

"Damn, you're really natural. Hey, I'm a little thrilled you didn't tell me! Uri Uri!"

"What's that natural thing you're saying earlier!?

"Haha, that's the reaction thing!

Ren, with his head stroked and illuminated face like a child, replied so well that it seemed so.