All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

Murina's mouth was full of the warmth characteristic of a person's body, with a tingling, viscous moisture.

She sucked gently so she wouldn't hit her teeth. A puffy, uplifting lip pinches the base of the thumb. The tip of Mullina's tongue touches the tip of her thumb as it tangles to taste Len. There was no way, but the warmth in his mouth was going to make Ren's fingers disappear from licking or something.

The moment I felt inside Mullina, Ren's reason, which should barely have remained, melted out.

……

Ren pulled his finger silently.

Mullina's lips sucked as if they were reflexively tucked away and fastened. The feeling of the lips stroking from the roots of the fingers to the toes of the nails was such a sensual feeling as to ignite the instincts.

"Huh?

Pulling his finger out, a question mark leaked out of Mullina's mouth. The look on Ren's face as if to say I'm sorry to hear about Ren's fingers. Saliva was threaded and connected, as if to speak for that feeling.

A puffy drop, a hot Shizukuishi fell on Murina's chest. Mullina turns her thick, hot eyes to Ren. Its face increasingly stirs up Ren.

Remaining silent, hold Mullina's knee in and support her back. I lifted Mullina in the form of a princess hug. It didn't have to be fortified with magic, it was a lightness supported by Ren's arms.

"Oh, hey."

Mullina being held bumps her leg.

You seem to be panicking, but there's no way you can stop it. I can't believe I didn't think you'd openly invite me that far and you'd be doing this. There's no way an excuse could work. At least it won't reach Ren right now.

Languaged thoughts had disappeared from Ren's head. Ren's behavior was dominated by his own greed, not for someone, but without caring about something.

Integrity, including cowardice like seventeen, had been ravaged by seventeen-year-old instincts. With Mullina grated onto the bed right there, Ren pushes Mullina's luxurious shoulders onto the sheet with one hand. I snuck my hand from the hem of my blouse and stroked her lower abdomen from bottom to top.

Murina's complexion was more familiar to Ren's hand than silk.

"Hih!? Hey, wait..."

"That's good, Mullina."

At the very least, it was the remnants of melted reason that gave the words to acknowledge.

Bullshit, and Mullina's whole body shook at expectations. Mullina's shoulders lost their strength. My eyes moisten with anticipation. The stiffness and chin moved in the affirmative direction.

"... yeah. Just, you know, Len."

Murina, with her arms wrapped around her neck behind a covered wrench ren to embrace everything that was going to happen, asked for too easily for what she offered.

"Eyes, look. Say you like it."

On Ren's head, cold water was bathed.

Mullina smiles hot, without even noticing it.

"Then, if it's from Len, it's me. Whatever you do, it feels good."

Ren's movements, which were governed by instinct, stopped.

Let go of Mullina's hand, which was about to wander her body, and Flirting Len stood up.

"... Ren?

Mullina left over wakes her torso out of bed and calls. Without answering it, Ren walked to his desk with a fluttering foothold and glanced wide at his head.

"... ahhh! Damn!!"

Slap your forehead as much as you want, remaining unspoken emotions.

Shock and pain brought just a little bit of reason back.

"Shh..."

It sucked. I didn't know what to say. Still the beast lust swirled all over his body, immediately turning right and ordering Mullina to cover the rash struck me with self-loathing. My hands felt guilty remembering Mullina's softness and yet satisfied my sense of superiority and exclusivity toward no one I knew how comfortable she felt.

Mullina bit her lower lip a lot. of the posture sitting on the bed. She grabbed the hem of her skirt and tried to lift

"Please don't"

Ren stops Mullina's hand at the rinse.

If they do that much, the toothpick really won't work.

The sight of Murina, who was grabbed by the wrist, caught tears. Why, my mouth moved without speaking to my voice.

"Ren is."

With a trembling voice, ask.

"You don't want me?

There's no way.

I'd like to continue right now. It's decided I want to push Mullina down. There's no way I can't have a desire to make such a cute girl my own.

Okay, I hear you whispering.

I need to fix it right away and taste Mullina. I'm in Ren's room.

"Mulina is cute."

"Bye!"

"Mullina is so cute... I don't know why."

"... what, it"

I don't know what that means, Mullina mutters.

Ren thinks Mullina is cute. I don't like inviting you home. I was glad you cooked rice, and I was thrilled when we ate in a dish together. I think she's cute, including her personality, not just how Mullina looks. Reminded.

Still, unlike this, reason stops you like a duty.

"I like Len. Because I like it, I think Len is going to be cool. I want Ren because I like him."

"Thank you, thank you"

"You don't hate Ren about me, do you? Either way, if you like it or you don't like it, Ren, you like me."

"... Yes"

"Bye. You want Ren to want me like that, not like Ren wants you to like me?

"Probably..."

Answer to squeeze it out, even if you know it's a word that hurts Mullina.

"Maybe not."

Silence fell.

Neither of us said anything for a few seconds. Ren didn't have the courage to say anything more. Mullina was being beaten.

Oh, and Mullina's words sounded small, and disappeared.

Len also opens Mullina's wrist when she sees that she released the hem of the skirt she was holding.

Ren squeezes out words of apology for the inconvenience he can't help but say something.

"Sorry naobu!?

Mullina stuck her finger in Ren's mouth, pinching her tongue and twisting it up.

"Don't apologize, idiot"

Murina, who said she regretted it badly, puts her finger off.

Mulina gets her messed up and makes a comeback move. Ren was always leaning over and out of sight.

To Ren like that, Murina, who is in good hands, speaks.

"Plate, I'm sorry I broke it. I didn't accidentally, I broke it on purpose."

"Yes."

"The spoon, too, threw it through the window. Sorry. I'll pay you back."

"Yes."

"I do that. But I want to appeal to you to stay with Ren and like Ren. I can't believe I'm weighing myself down and doing nothing. I can't leave Len alone knowing that he likes other people. It's for Ren. Why, I can't just watch Ren get along with other girls and hang out"

"... Yes"

I know this man is who he is.

Murina is fundamentally not someone who can do everything for others. It's not just about who she is, but it's about what she does for herself.

"I'm sorry for being selfish. Same goes for you when you're my brother... that's who I am"

"... I know"

It is not a personality to remember joy by acting for someone. I can't sift around to be someone's convenient being. To a true and dedicated human being, Murina cannot be. I can't, okay.

Because she can act for herself and achieve results that make her good for someone.

"I respect that kind of Mullina."

"... you don't have to respect me."

Mulina gets out of bed smiling lonely at Ren for saying extra things.

"Me, just a little head, chill"

When, the leader said. Murina says she's honest and greedy about her emotions, even though she doesn't really understand them.

I think you're right.

Such a man told me that he liked himself. He asked for himself in a straight line to this point.

My head was about to get messed up.

"But before that, Len. You don't have to like me."

On the way home, Murina, who opened the door only slightly, seemed anxious and still said courageously.

"Say it's cute"

Maybe I'm weak on my mind.

But Ren couldn't jump Mullina here. I couldn't even tell you a lie.

"Mulina."

"Yeah."

"Mulina is cute"

"Yeah."

"Cute. Really, cute"

"Yeah."

That was Len's true intent without a shadow.

Mullina nodded three times, opening the door.

"I'm satisfied. See you tomorrow."

Leaving a cute smile, Mullina walked out of Ren's room.

Len, left alone in the room, asks herself if she doesn't like Mullina.

"... really, it's cute, Mulina is"

Following my memories with Murina so far since I met her, Ren couldn't do it anymore to say to herself that she had no romantic feelings in her feelings of thinking she was cute.