All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

As a matter of course, no girl is discouraged by the opposite sex she likes to turn down her date invitation.

"Ha..."

Murina, who went home, was depressed, holding her pillow in her own bed, without an example.

On my way home from the dungeon, I invited him home with Ren to make a date, but he turned me down completely.

Shortly after they refused, of course, I pretended to be fine on the surface, but I can't be undamaged. Murina, who hits a rollback in bed, rebuts what she said and did when she invited Ren.

"... the way you invited me, I guess it was too intentional"

Should I have pushed out some more desire to go home with you than for a reason?

I thought it might be a good idea to go out too hard if you have business, but I still get depressed.

He said he had an appointment, but I wonder if it would have been convenient to say no. I don't care if you're not lying at all, who were you meeting?

If it's with that beautiful personal clothes Sister, I don't like it. I get the feeling of moaning. Or maybe he's going to do it with the person Ren said he liked - slave girl. I'm a slave girl in the first place, etc. I know I don't get an answer from thinking about it, but my maiden heart just thinks about Len.

Lonely.

I feel like I'm running out of time alone in my room.

Until a while ago, I could have stayed with Ren if I had left, but now, I can only see him in the dungeon. I couldn't even stick with my exploration in the dungeon, so I invited you two on a date as much as I could, and that turned me down, too.

"... ha"

Only for my thoughts, I sigh.

It's too long for Ren to feel it. When I was in Len's room, I felt Len full. If I left, I could have stayed with Ren. But nowadays, there is no element of Len in my own room.

What a waste.

Regret gushed.

Getting home, making up with my brother is a good thing in itself, but it's still a waste to have left Len's house. I should have felt more Len when I was at Len's house. I should have been sweeter on Ren.

"Ah."

I remember when I was staying at Ren's house, and I thought so.

Mulina gets out of bed and pulls her luggage out.

Set of runaways when I rolled over to Ren's. Remove the sleeping bag from there. It's the sleeping bag he's been using while Mullina was staying at Ren's.

…………

Take it out, then somehow check the surrounding signs. There can't be anyone else because it's my room, but I look around just wondering if I'm doing something wrong.

Having confirmed that she was definitely alone, Murina nods her face, holding her sleeping bag to her chest with a nagging hesitation.

Ren's, it smelled.

"... hehe"

Hopefully, the rapport breaks down. Mullina laughed sloppily and put her face to bed again with a noose in her sleeping bag.

I can feel Len. Even though Ren isn't here, I can feel Ren. I get the pleasure and the unceasing feeling.

"It's Len...... wow"

I want more.

I want to be with you all the time. I want you to always be there for me. I want more Len. I want to put more ren in myself. I want to pour Len into my body. I want to fill my life with Ren.

"... I like it"

I felt honest in my voice. Once you get out, you won't be able to hold your teeth.

"Ren... Ren, no... silly. I like Len so much, but... if I'm not too naughty, I don't like Len either - hard, I can't believe it..."

Every time I put it into words, the feelings I like are reinforced. The likes of my heart turn to my body and ask for Len. Bend your knees and crawl tummy into bed as you crawl into your sleeping bag. The springs made a noise.

My stomach gives me a happy fever. My chest beats the sound of love in particular. It makes my head fluffy and happy. My breath gets rough with my nose pressed against my sleeping bag. Gyu, I grab the sheets hard all the time and take another breath, breathe heavily and feel Len.

"Ren, ah... like no, like, the best in the world, dude, shuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Mulina, I need to talk to you for a second."

The air in the room froze.

Mullina and the female swordsman holding a sleeping bag in bed, their gaze meets each other.

If they'd just seen me holding my sleeping bag, they'd still have had an excuse. Anyway, the sleeping bag belongs to Mullina herself. I'm somewhat suspicious that you're embracing that, but not even enough to tell the circumstances at a glance. Neither was his voice enough to be heard through the door. If it worked, it would have been an occasion for salvation.

But the look on Mullina's face was very easy to understand.

"Oh, oh, my God, oh, my God"

Murina, who was scraping her face in her sleeping bag, was stiff and blushed inside her eyes. Trying to excuse something, failing without words.

A woman swordsman realized a lot when she saw Murina, who turned bright red to her ears and trembled. During the most recent consecutive nights, I'm sure Ren was using the sleeping bag, and Murina, who liked Ren, nodded at her face with a hug of it, and made an unmercifully accurate and unparalleled analysis.

The female swordsman casually turns away from the puberty Mullina and laughs gently.

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry, I just walked into my room all of a sudden. Next time, I'll knock. Oh, you might want to lock the door. Uh, the story is, you know. I'll be free for about half an hour now, and then after you get out of the bath. So..."

"Wait a minute!

Murina summons the female swordsman who shut the door and tried to walk away in a desperate shape.

"Because it's not! Because that's not what it is! Really, because I didn't get that far!!

"It's okay. I know. I didn't see anything. Of course, because I don't know anything, and I won't say anything. Don't worry about it. Let's keep doing what we always do, shall we?

"That's why you're not! It's not like it's a ren or something, you know, look! Because I pretend I don't even know what Mr. Altena was doing with your brother the day I got back! Hey! huh!?

"Hey!? Nobody's gonna be happy. Stop exposing yourself!

"It is!

"It's not!!

Running out loud about what you shouldn't say if Mullina, who moved, dies. If the swordsman can't hide her agitation, the conversation heats up as she leaps to block her mouth.

To the bumpy noise, the last one living in this house.

"Altena, Murina. What are you fussing about? Ren, what about you?"

"You shut up!

"Yes, your brother is in the way!! Go away!

"... Yes. I'm sorry."

The brave man yelled at by the two of them pulled in awesome.

On his way back to his room, he heard two voices that were close to him without even hearing what they sounded like, a pompous word.

"Ren, what you were saying, and how Murina was... I knew I had to talk to Ren once."

Meaninglessly, my Sisconsin-spirited brother, narrowed his eyes and thought of the face of a boy I knew.

of the city where Ren and the others live, a base deep down.

In a room that also housed a workshop, Ichiki was making sacrifices at best.

Recently, it has been replenished because of the remarkable consumption of festivals. I wanted to be fully prepared for the current situation, which has a spark of disturbance in particular.

Finish making commonly used sacrifices and worry about what to make of the pearls collected during this time into the nucleus next.

"Pearl... it might be better to crush it and turn it into paint or medicine than a treasure offering -"

"... Ichiki!

"- What?"

It is the great sister who has come home to rush in.

Ichiki puts her little neck on how rarely she is out of breath. For now, the pearl went to the hem and turned back to her sister.

"What's up, sister?"

"... that guy, I'll hit him! Spill it!

"Yes? Please calm down, sister"

"... Fine! Cuckoo!"

It's been a long time since my fierce sister's words, but I have no idea what you're trying to say. He's not even as cool a personality as he looks from the beginning, and he's a poisonous tongue-in-law sister who betrays his quiet appearance one way or the other, but he still doesn't have a context for what he's saying and doing. Neither can it be lightly worded in the current position of my sister, such as a testimonial.

When the excited sister was deceived and asked about the situation, it was found that the example "Someone a little like my brother" was involved.

"Hmm. In the course of your work, Your Highness said," The cutest thing in the world, "" The voice is beautiful, "etc."

"... yeah! Oh, that's good. So!"

"But, sister,"

After hearing the whole story, Ichiki ran out of words.

"Your sister's voice is beautiful, and it's just a fact that your sister is the cutest in the world."

"... Ichiki?

"Sexual harassment just because you put the facts in your mouth is a little harsh, so I think you're acquitted. So please treat me normally in the future."

"... Ichiki!?

I tell you my sister's amazement with a serious look. The inside of the chicken had a little tease and nostalgia.

Once upon a time, this sister used to eat it too. It was my role to absurd my voice like right now, waving my fist up like a child, and arbitrate it.

When our two brothers were here.

My sister looks dissatisfied with the words of Ichiki. To such a sister, do me a favor.

"... normally? Next time, deal with it normally...? Mmm."

"Sister, sister"

"... what? After all, are you going to cooperate?

It's painful to seem to betray expectations, but honestly state your hopes.

"I knew I'd see that one too! Would you like to introduce us?

"... no"

"Why not?"

"... to such a sarcastic bastard. My cute chicken can't let me see her!

"Is that so..."

The chicken snorted. Gently hides his mouth with a hem and sends a slightly uncluttered gaze. The slave girl is not confused and remains pointing that way at Tsune.

"You guys, what's all the fuss..."

Slave Girl and Ichiki Exchange. Coming into the sisters' conversation was a man known as Aniki, a militant among the Carvel family militants.

But the atmosphere is a lot different. Unlike the outside, which is so intimidating that it doesn't make you think it's a small physique, it's a slightly lighter tone.

"Nothing here would be nice. You don't have a very age-like exchange in public. There's a makeshift, and there's a majesty problem. It's like you guys are keeping the balance."

"Of course, I understand. Don't worry, Mr. Volcano, everything will be fine."

"... when you do it, it's decent. Even in front of those scumbags."

"Sort of."

His attitude, which was called Volcano by Ichiki and Slave Girl, was quite casual.

The exchange of conversations is also familiar with the difference between Park Square, where other people were present, and the residence of the imperialist old man. It is a kind of interaction that sees itself as being completely different from each other when they called it "Mr." and showed absolute obedience.

"So, what were you talking about? I thought we were talking about something rare and colorful."

"Ah! That's right. My sister..."

"... Ichiki"

"- Mmm."

"... Mr. Volcano, too, neck, don't poke around. That way and this way, except"

"Yes, yes, I do."

Volcano shrugs his shoulders and leaves the room, stared at by a slave girl.

On the way back to the ground floor from the staircase that leads to the basement, it's a bumpy twinkle.

"I didn't expect those guys to come up with a guy topic"

Approximately five years since we met. I shudder at the memory of the odd girls with the closest relationship of accomplice, a conversation that sounds too girly.

It's a pleasure for him that they have a normal conversation. Not long ago, I was also a little happy when I heard that I was unlikely to be able to kill that associate because I had friends with Ichiki.

Five years ago.

I had to turn down their offer.

Well, but let's just say it is.

"But what they look like... I don't know what they look like."

This was a bit more intimidating from his entire body when he decided to go worship the surface than when he was on the outside in front of his men.