All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

Ren was upset in his room.

My head was boiling. My heart was completely restless. I wanted to hold the pillow and punch it.

It is, of course, caused by the embrace of the chicken.

I wanted to get along with her, and I wanted to pack the distance so I could talk to her a little more like Frank.

But.

"Distance, not too close...?

That shock had blown more than half the shock of being lightly flabbergasted by slave girls. Of course, the fact that I was flabbergasted doesn't change, but that makes me think about Ichiki.

Shouldn't I have shown some pity? I didn't make it a prediction, such as being hugged to be spoiled by younger chickens.

I nodded my face at the pillow, and I associate myself with that time.

The temperature of the human skin and the comfort that could drown if caught off guard, which was also transmitted over clothes.

"... that was soft"

Unexpectedly crush it, then go home to me forever.

Hit your head against the wall. To a girl I know, what are you delusional about? Len's reason stepped on the brakes incredibly hard that it wasn't a good thing to do.

"Easy, easy, easy..."

Try chanting with your forehead on the wall, but the effect is thin. Rather than delusions, the stimulus is too intense for boys because they actually know how to feel.

A scene where the puffiness, even from above the clothes, was reshaping into a sinking finger. It feels soft like being pressed against your face and wrapped in a quail. Word choices that make you want to leave yourself to a sweet voice that blows into your ear.

Above all, the last glossy, smiling that all modest, cute and cautious chickens showed.

It was an unforgettable attraction because it was different from the chicken that was modest and a step back.

They all burned and didn't seem to get out of Ren's head for a while.

Exploring memories of something calming, even a brain switch, reminds me of the fact that Slave Girl flirted with me.

Tension plummeted.

The switches were quite cool, but at the same time the damage was huge. My heart was depressed.

"Alright, let's be careful the next time we see Ichiki..."

You want me to push my chest and hug my face?

And then you said, 'Please tell me anything'?

If they do that, let's advise the boys to mistake it lightly.

Calmed down by refraining his broken heart, Ren shrugs and squeaks.

"Ichiki, you're cute. No matter how strong you are, it's dangerous to do that."

If I let Ichiki ask me right now, I would definitely be wrapped up in a sweet counter-attack first. I didn't know, etc., and I was Len, who was out of focus determination.

Around that time, the savior brave Whiton Barlow was in the capital, formerly known as the Imperial Capital.

Deep in the temple of the capital. The rest of us were led to a room where we could never step in. In front of him was an old man.

"Oh... I would love to see more..."

It was the creepy old man who was leaking his voice with his toad.

Bald scattered hair, stained face. The teeth just fall out into a meltdown and have a few left in the pile. The pronunciation is obscure and difficult to hear.

The old man is closing his eyes, moving his fingers to cramp, snapping bumps and talking to himself.

Whiton, who preceded the old man, did not try to hide his disgusting expression.

More than a week after he was summoned from the Temple of the Capital. They can't even tell me what to do, and they're making me deal with this old man.

There's also a limit to looking somewhere that's not here and dealing with old people who keep leaking every single one of them.

"Young...... loved...... Everything you see, it's happy, it's good... hey, it's Wheaton."

"What?"

"I want her eyes."

Stupid old man.

Wheaton puts on his face. It's been a week. I thought I'd finally seen this one. It didn't make sense to be cut out, and more importantly, it was a disgusting request.

"Whose, what are you talking about?"

"Have you ever seen anything that belongs to anyone? Len. In the eyes of a child named Len."

To the name given, Wheaton sharpens his eyes. A boy named Ren, Whiton himself, is not shallow with his sister.

Without even paying attention to Whiton's vigilance, an old man like a dead tree laughs naggingly. Salivate from the half-opened mouth end and raise the eyelids that had been closed all the way up.

To the old man, he had no eyes.

On the back of his open eyelids, he had a pompous orbital spread.

"What a beautiful look that boy is seeing in the world......! That kid's sight, the more his eyes snatch, the prettier he sees. The flattering peace ensues. Wheaton. I only want to see the world in his eyes. So, hey, Wheaton or"

With a vain orbit, the old man stares at Wheaton and pleads.

"Put that child's eyes in my orbit--"

"Don't be ridiculous!

Whiton's fury shook his shoulder.

Close the eyelids that were open, and the old man wolves.

"Hey, what is it? Oh, grate or grate. Don't yell at me all of a sudden, please. Wouldn't that surprise you? Wouldn't I wish a man happier than anyone else? Am I not working hard for peace in the world? That's why we want a peaceful world!

"Come on, God's invisible eyes"

Whiton releases his anger. It was almost murderous.

"What can I do for you? I've been calling for a week, all I don't know is why...... If you want my eyes, I'll give you mine too. So don't get your hands on him. No. Never get involved with me again."

"Your eyes?

The old man's mouth distorts into mockery.

"I don't want it. I don't want it. I'm sorry about your eyes. Whatever you used to be...... I saw all the dirty stuff and I just knew I was going to give up. Your constant eyes are worth nothing. The world you're looking at is set in, and so on. Now, look, what are you doing?"

Moving his toes and mouth, the old man trembles with his shoulders in his creepy mouth.

"Aren't you looking at some crazy old man or something to see? Oh, that's disgusting. You're such a disgusting old man... why are you looking at such a disgusting old man..."

Blue muscles float at Whiton's temples. I thought I'd tell you that disgusting old man is about you, but the person in front of you, the objective decentralization, has already lost its subjectivity. It's no use telling him. To him, I'm only someone else. The amount of time a conversation can take, bent as it is now, is very short.

But no one can ignore his words.

Because the person in front of you is the culmination of the Western Church.

This disgusting old man is the Pope.

Aside from the names given to me by my parents since I was born, I'm a priest. Seriously, an unnamed old man who doesn't even have a baptismal name.

Though a saint as well as Ez Ann, he is a martyr and a lost man.

For a moment, the old man, who was looking into Wheaton's eyes and having a conversation, turns to another place and continues to change his words and behavior.

"Hihihi. This is, this is... I can only see boring things, not mud eyes. Whatever happens when you have Mr. Separate... I don't know. This is another worthless eye. Oh, the poisonous child of the East has finally found the bearer of the treasure. Good. Oh, speaking of treasure...... um. The Holy Sword has finally disappeared."

I opened my eyes.

A shock strikes Whiton to the point where he casually whines, wondering if he heard it wrong.

"I don't have any more pieces left... I don't know where I can do it next... well, it doesn't matter"

"Wait, wait! That holy sword gone? That's supposed to be... hey, what's next? Then - what's next?!?

"Oh, I want eyes... I don't know if my beautiful eyes have fallen somewhere... I wonder if someone can find them and deliver them to me..."

The Pope had not already seen Whiton.

"My beautiful eyes, my beloved eyes, I just want my peaceful eyes. What... I just want to see one beautiful view in this orbit... oh, why is the world so full of things to see... after all, I still have to... I just have to make peace with the world"

He spills tears from his vain orbit as he looks around without defining any part of the world.

I weep at the sight that seems hard, and I am determined.

Eventually, even after another priest urged Whiton, who was no longer a brave man, to exit and order him to return home, the old man looks around the world.

There's just one person in this world that he doesn't even see.

If you put your eyes together, even his sight could crush the supreme.

"What will the purple one do...... hihihi. Invisible, invisible."

How peaceful of an invisible world.

The Pope, The Invisible Eye of God (Rex Taglionis), gave one man a disgusting laugh.

The slave girl back at the stronghold reminded me of a scene today.

A little, my cheeks got hot.

Tappy, he says with his hand. A slight breeze was sent, but a little short to awaken the fever.

It's true that I said I didn't like it. It is sincere.

If you were just confessed and you weren't happy, that's a lie.

"... the help of Len..."

"Lord!"

"… - What?"

"Ask me. We found a promising Kingsguard candidate!

It is Snow who came into the room blocking the thoughts of the slave girl.

What are you talking about, Kingsguard candidate? I thought this was him, but I listened. The story was decided that Volcano should be able to take care of Snow. As for myself, I was a slave girl who had other applications.

"I found a young man quite attractive. Under the name Ren - Gu Boo!?

Snow's brain weather unleashed a sign slash that was not lost in any way.

Why bring up the topic of Len at this time by any means? Slave girl pointing at her pussy, calls Volcano.

"What's up... and I don't even have to ask, this is"

"... yeah. Mr. Volcano. You idiot, take me somewhere."

"Ooh, okay"

"Lord!? Why!?"

Snow screamed, but she was taken somewhere by Volcano grabbing her collar.

I breathe a sigh of relief when the noise is gone. And then the thought came back before Snow came.

Ren.

A strange boy. Even though he's just a hard-working boy himself, at some point, his influence is around him. All affirmative work patterns in the park, I'm used to being confessed. Only the number of confessions, I've just made a total denial.

However, it is rare for customers to remember the feeling that they are getting closer.

Until now, that was about that regular Mr. Sister.

"... I won't give up, I guess"

Somehow, I feel that way.

He's straight, he's a hard worker, he's all the way. So glad you liked yourself like this, not yourself when you were all affirmative slave girl - more than that, it doesn't do him any good.

"... to 'me', because it's not worth it"

With her worried eyes, she raises her hair.

Even now, I remember.

Still, when this hair was long. On a young day when I had purple without hiding, the only conversation I could have had with an adult I could talk to.

-... go and do what?

- I just need you to snort. Your Highness...... no. Your Majesty, that's all you have to say.

-... yeah. You got it.

- Yes. There's nothing difficult about it. Everything, I'll take care of it.

-... yeah, okay.

I nodded lightly, even then, because he told me to nod to him as an adult. I wasn't thinking about anything in particular. I never even thought about the fact that you need to think before you make a decision on things.

Slave girl, take out the purple crystal.

It was given to me by Ren and I accidentally received it.

Loose grace. The crystal of sin was purple.

"... even with Ren's help."

If you know, you can't forgive me.

No, he's not the only one.

Everyone in this country, I will not allow it. It can't be forgiven. More than anyone else, she will not forgive herself.

- Then let's think of your name when you reign.

-... whatever, fine.

- So how about Fuyurashiato, etc. It also sounds close to His Majesty's childhood name.

-... yeah.

That's the first full affirmation she issued.

How sinful the consequences of continuing to snort at the words of others without thinking about it.

The girl who was even ignorant of the value of her power, who became Fuyurasiat Herbaria IV, will later know.

-... so, fine.

The stupidity of affirmation, which nodded like a slave without thought, became the first word that killed hundreds of thousands of people.