All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

The new boss is all denied/second part

Slave girls and regular sisters sat side by side on a bench in Park Square.

It is my first experience as a regular Mr. Sister, such as a slave girl stopping all affirmations in a sufficient amount of time. I look up at the face of the slave girl, even though I'm confused.

"Yeah... what's up? If you're not feeling well, don't push it."

……

Slave girl, shake her head beside her silently.

Apparently, he's not ill. That didn't look like nursing and treatment were lying from the Sister of Work's point of view either.

Well, I'll figure out what to do.

I've known Mr. Regular Sister and Slave Girl for a long time, but I've actually never had a normal conversation. I've only been dealing with them as a customer for a few years now.

Hiraki, and the girl sitting next to him on the side.

The slave girl is lying on her face. The shriveled girl looks as though she is different from her usual clear 'slave girl'.

I've seen people look like slave girls now, many times. I feel responsible and have a slight look on my mind. I have something to say. However, I can hardly speak because of something. That's what you're in the mood for, I can see that.

Nevertheless, I don't wonder. Everywhere there are people switching personality switches between work and private life. Rather, humans who can make a clear switch are respectable enough.

……

……

Time flies between each other's silences.

There was no rush for Mr. Regular Sister. First, because they decided to wait until they opened their mouths.

Temperantly, slowly. If you don't want to talk, you don't have to, and if you think you can talk, you'll talk. Listening is close to guiding. Sometimes you don't know and you lead them to the story the way you want.

Sometimes a little silence brings out people's words.

More importantly, I'm a little happy that Slave Girl is showing off her vegetables. That's why we wait until the slave girl starts speaking in her language.

"... you know,"

Eventually, the slave girl told me about it, but she did open her mouth and start talking. Regular Mr. Sister smiles and listens.

"... Snow, that. I was at my place because of circumstances."

"Huh."

The confession caught my face.

Recurring what he said, Mr. Sister bows his head.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say anything bad about someone I know - no, you know, I said something bad, yeah. Anyway, sorry!"

"... yeah"

It's as if stupidity about strangers means something different than bad talk about people you know. The slave girl shakes her head to the regular Sister who explains that she has done it.

"... Snow. I don't listen to people. I don't remember people's faces. Always, self-completing. When I was beside him, it was too much... that. And I chased him down because I didn't want jobless grain crushing."

"Oh, I see..."

Talk about the situation in a pompous way.

True. Regular Mr. Sister felt sympathy from the bottom of his heart. Snow, no matter how bad, has no back. Perhaps it was speculative that he was not a person whose attitude would change in his personal life and work.

It looks spectacularly wussy. If such a human being were beside him in private, he wouldn't be able to stand the nerves. Aside from how you know Snow Alto, who is suppose to be the 'Holy Knight', Slave Girl asks for more.

"... because I left it to others when it came to treatment. I didn't know what was wrong. Well, that bothered me, I can't believe... I don't know. I'm really, really sorry."

A slave girl sitting on the bench bows her head deeply.

The regular Sister, who received a sincere apology, puffs and cheeks. I'm not asking you to apologize to the slave girl.

Hmm, and put your hands on your chin.

"You know, slave girl"

Regular Mr. Sister tries to be bright but not in a deliberate tone, always conscious of the street and speaking up.

"Mr. Snow is such a hassle!

Slave girl turned her eyes round. Regular Mr. Sister continues his words forcefully, regardless.

"You're so presumptuous, that guy! Behavior is presumptive, and for some reason you think you're more right than others. I know I'm not offended, but that's something different when it comes to people who aren't offended. No offense is a pardon! You want me to know where it is!

The slave girl that was taken away from me, she returns to me all the time.

I listen to Mr. Regular Sister and snort. It was all I could think of.

…… Oh, yeah. "

"I get it. Anything you do, no offense, because you don't feel bad about yourself! Basically you don't skip on other people, those people!

"... I get it!

"Right? But if you're so unlucky, you might have to change your policy. All right. I'll try, too."

…… What are you trying?

Turn a good grin on the slave girl's question.

"I'll raise my boss, that's what I mean!

I held my fist for a long time. Oh, and an impressed slave girl applauds her pussy.

"Thanks to everything that happened during the previous bald spot, the business itself has a system that can be wrapped up! I don't expect any more! Good luck with everyone else!...... hehe. I knew it would be refreshing to bump into each other like this normally."

The regular Mr. Sister, who spilled a grin, strokes the blue-haired silver hair of the slave girl.

"That's why I don't have to apologize. Right? Aren't we complete? Sometimes people say bad things about other people, and what they think is good can have different consequences. So thank you again today. Bad talk to Mr. Snow, that was fun!... It's just that this is just a secret for the two of us. Right?"

Put your index finger on your mouth, punchy wink.

She was a pompous slave girl, but eventually she snorted. Honestly. Regular Mr. Sister strokes the head of a good boy and a slave girl. Even though she looked a little embarrassed, the slave girl silently accepted.

"Speaking of which, Ren, what happened with you?

Enough has already passed. Still, I'll tell the public story and see if there's been any progress that way.

Surprisingly, there was a reaction.

"... ahhh"

I blushed as I glanced. Ooh, and Mr. Regular Sister's eyes were always on him, and when he turned to embarrassment, the answer came to Slave Girl.

"... that. Confessed."

"Oh."

Don't be surprised, Ren. That was Mr. Regular Sister's untrue sentiment. They're working on it properly, where Mr. Regular Sister doesn't know it. I'm worried about this, I got myself into it.

"So what? What's the matter with you?

"... yeah. I said no."

"That's it."

Ren would have been a lot shocked if he had turned down his confession. The next time I see him, I'll give him a follow up, and he laughs bitterly.

As far as the feeling I'm hearing right now, I don't see you having bad feelings.

"But why did you say no? Of course, it's a fine reason not to like it or anything, so it's useless to shy away from anything, but Ren, I think you're a good kid, right?

I have a follow-up on Len and it's an intriguing question. Finally, there is also an intention to procure reinforcing materials to comfort the ren.

"... yeah. Good one, I think. That's why you should meet a much better girl than me. Yes, I think."

Right away, suppose.

From Mr. Regular Sister, Slave Girl is such a good girl that she seldom sees it. I thought it might be an excuse to say no, but it doesn't look that way either.

Slave girl despised herself without modesty.

I was lonely somewhere, and I saw the look on her face hurt by something, and, oh, I realized.

She doesn't reveal her name. Even when confronted with someone, he usually possesses the position of 'All Affirmative Slave Girl' with a sign. Trying so hard not to show herself. For that reason, Mr. Regular Sister now noticed.

This child is not self-affirming.

She doesn't recognize herself. Apart from myself in the framework of 'All Affirmative Slave Girls', I don't recognize myself except when I'm working. That's what I found out in today's conversation.

At all, Mr. Regular Sister regrets making it. After all, I should have leaned one step closer to this kid. That would have made me realize sooner. Or maybe she taught her when it first happened, when she was just younger than she is now.

Even when I was a girl of this age, it should be noted that there was a grief in the heart of a slave girl who could not recognize herself.

"It was a terrible time."

……

The worst decade of the Empire. What else happened to it? Everyone was hurt in those days.

I want you to fall in love.

I saw her blue silver hair, a beautiful face still young, and I thought so.

I want you to fall in love. If she becomes a girl like Len who can take the thought of a straight boy, she will surely be admitted to her. If you look properly at the thoughts of someone who likes her, she's sure to realize her worth.

Even she's an irresistibly nice girl when she's not putting up a sign.

I want her to be able to love herself enough to like someone. For the first time in being able to love oneself, a person can truly love a person.

"I don't know how I feel about it, I think it's a good idea to think about how I feel right now. It's very easy when people tell you who to take care of the most."

This is not just for troubled boys.

"So, slave girl"

Even for the troubled girl in front of you.

"Take care of yourself?

As an older person who lived a little longer and walked forward, he gave advice.

The first time he spoke in line on the bench, Mr. Sister left with a smile.

The slave girl who dropped it off once again taps into Park Square with a sign.

The grass sprouts, the sun shines, the air becomes damp and warm.

Summer is coming.

Even in the growing sunshine, the slave girl waits for her guests in a shadeless park square.

……

Everyone says.

The time of the last emperor was a terrible time.

Today, for the first time, we had a normal conversation, Mr. Sister. Even a gentleman like that, say it.

It was myself who created the worst decade.

That's why the slave girl who stayed alone in Park Square squeaks with conviction.

"... don't forgive me, don't"

With such heavy sins that even Sister's words could not be paid for, she continued to stand to fully affirm someone.