All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

When Ren woke up, a familiar ceiling appeared in his sight.

One room for rent of 38,000 phosphorus a month. It's a thin, dirty ceiling with no strange philosophy of its own house. Ren, who woke up drowsy, laughed haha.

"Nah, a dream"

Ren had weird dreams until just now.

I went to visit Murina and nursed normally at first, but so far as Murina's temptation was lost by way of example and dragged into bed, that's okay. 'Cause I can convince you it's Mulina.

But then there's the problem.

Soon he was spoiled with a knee pillow by a chicken and confessed in a colorful voice. So what did you think, you almost knocked down a chicken that was repeated by a phrase that made you look sexually harassed in an attempt to fight back from you?

It's a whole silly idea to try to fight back to gain an advantage because a girl forced me to do it in the first place.

Let's say Mulina, for example, pressed me to take it back from here.

I can only see a future that normally goes as far as welcoming Mullina. It's a happy ending in a way. Eighty percent of Ren's life from there will be spent screwing Mullina. Mullina's desire for exclusivity also makes it harder to go to slave girls.

And in fact, both the chickens were sticking one foot in a zone like half out. I mean, there was no fact that I had a good vibe with Ichiki. It was all a dream. That's what I tried to guess.

"Oh, hey, Len, hey, honey."

Hilarious Linley glanced at her face for a moment.

For Christ's sake, Ren's face tenses strongly at the young lady approaching. The last scene I tried to assume was a dream. When reason was killed by a fig, it brought back memories of her knee being punched in with Linley's hanging voice.

What if it wasn't a dream? No, it hasn't been decided yet that that one is real. Where to where it was a dream. Regardless of Mulina's place, wasn't it just a dream to interact with Ichiki? Ask because it leads to a faint possibility.

"Hey, why is Linley in my house...?

"Ren, you passed out in my temple, so I sent you home on purpose. Mullina's remaining esteemed teacher told me to send her."

Everything wasn't a dream.

It was an unbridled reality, from the time I went to visit Murina to the point where I was forced to put a strawberry on my lap.

"Seriously..."

"Seriously."

Linley nods gently at Ren, who holds his head in disappointment. And I poked my finger at him numbly.

"Ren, come on - you can't do sexual harassment or anything!

"Sexual harassment?... Oh, yeah"

Apparently, that's what's happening in Linley. I don't fall under Ren's sexual harassment precisely because I'm aggressively approaching from Ichiki, but it's harsh to tell Linly to guess what I've only seen along the way.

I was not sure if I should correct it, and exhaled whether it was also to tell the girl who had just turned eleven. It is true that Ren lost his blood anyway.

"What are you doing, putting Master Ichiki on his knees after you two dive into Murina's bed together!

"What am I really doing...!

It was so 'what are you doing' that it didn't even make a sound.

Linley, who took a mental mount from Ren, puts her chest up with a huff.

"Ren, you're a party leader, aren't you? If you do this to a girl you know, you lose your credibility."

"Sure. That's not good. Keep going."

"Know what I mean. Well, it's kind of me, so I'll give Len a chance too. I was sexually harassing Master Ichiki, and I'll keep you quiet with Murina, so thank you!

"Oh, that helps. Seriously, it helps."

It was the seventeen-year-old spring, Len, who could be thanked by a young girl for preaching.

To Ren like that, Linley gives her head.

"Then there you go. Hmm."

"Hmm?"

What do you want me to do, though I am front-loaded? I'm confused without knowing what Linly's trick means.

To the ill-conceived Ren, the uppermost Linley swelled her cheeks plumply.

"I'm saying I'm going to stroke my head with a token of gratitude! Miscellaneous Fish Wren - It's an easy job even you can do!

"Oh, you mean that. All right, all right."

I'm convinced. I don't know why, but Ren also knows that Linley likes to be stroked in the head.

Then I stroke my head saying it would be cheap. It's because I'm a kid, or I stroke her to get soft, beautiful black hair done.

"Mmm."

"Customer. Is there any itching?"

"Behind my ear..."

"Yes, sir. Right here?

"Ugh... yes, there. Sounds good."

I comb my hair and sometimes have my fingers scratch the stronghold. Lynley narrows her eyes to the velvet and flaunts her lips as she tickles.

I like Ren's palm a lot. I'm relieved to have a little fun, including the feeling that it was saving.

It's the feeling you embraced yourself when you were the most caught up in your life. It's the hand that soaked itself up when I was falling into a nasty fall right under the steep fall. That's why Linley likes to be stroked by Ren.

But lately, that's just not enough.

I wonder why. Linley thinks as she snuggles into Ren's hands like a cat. Just letting Ren compliment you and replenish your self-esteem is a little short.

There was no answer as to why, but Murina's voice came back to me when I heard her in sympathy as I was thinking.

- It's not up to the specs to like it.

Then what the hell makes you like it?

I never thought Linley wanted someone else to like her. Because it's natural for me to be loved. Being a beautiful girl and a genius child at birth, I am loved by the world, and everyone will like it. With very few exceptions, such as Ichiki and Ez Ann, everyone in the world takes for granted that they like themselves.

Of course, when I came to the thought that even Len in front of me was determined to like herself - the footage of her staying in bed with Mullina behind Linley's brain made Len look good when she was on her knees with a chicken on the couch.

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My chest irritated me. If you have a fox tail, you feel like you want to slap your pussy on the ground. I don't know, but this frustration is caused by Len.

Miscellaneous fish. Miscellaneous fish. Ren, how can you irritate yourself at your own expense?

Lynley, who conceived that she had to punish me for this, smiles peculiarly at the child who comes up with the prank.

"Ren, come on, honey."

With the caller, I hugged her on my hips.

It is a mesmerizing bruise and mode large service. Just like the way the cat rubs the smell by claiming it belongs to him, he squeezes his head around Ren's stomach.

Ren dusted. Though not Loricon by no means, he was a ren who was not nostalgic and full of children.

"Hey, Linly."

"Ren, come on - honey. I'm cute, aren't I?

"Oh, Linly is so cute! Best in the world!"

"Right! I know. Happy to be stroked on the head of the cutest Linley in the world?

"I did. Very satisfied!"

"Eh heh!

Linley looks up all the time, letting Ren compliment her and replenish her self-esteem, and also relieving her of the mood that was somehow annoying.

"I satisfied you, so you can't give it to someone else, can you?

Lynley floated with an exquisite smile that seemed to be age-appropriate and a mixture of age-appropriate colors of abuse.

"Even if you try to sexually harass someone again, Chan and I will stop you. Next time, Len, if you're feeling weird, I'll let you stroke Linley's head, so be thankful, okay?

That's not what I'm talking about, but while Len laughs bitterly, he still can't explain it. It's not about talking to kids.

"Ren, you're in Linly's safe zone! Keep up the good work, Len. Yes, recite!

"Yes, yes, okay, okay. I'm a safe haven for Linley."

"Eh heh, great!

Did you satisfy Ren with the recitation? I lost as much and waved home to see Linley off, and back in the room Ren sat deep in the chair.

"Well..."

Nihil grins, hands together and silences. Nihil and the like. While good, there were a lot of percentages of self-derision and giving up.

"... what am I supposed to do"

It was an abyss question.

Confessions from Ichiki.

If I say I'm not happy, I'm lying. Ren also has a thing for Ichiki. I think you're a good girl, I think you're a beautiful girl, and I think you're such a charming girl that you almost accidentally pushed her down.

It was just a load more than that for Ren right now.

At any rate, even if Mullina is showing favor and there is a gap, it is a state of imminent necessity. When a squid is added to this, it's no longer even a matter of dishonesty or anything like that. Then I like slave girls, right after they flirt.

What is this situation? What the hell is it with me? Where does a boy named Ren come from and go? Even such philosophical questions come to mind.

I need to talk to Slave Girl.

"- Can you do it!

Anyway, I'm flattered. Besides, Ichiki is the sister of a slave girl. I was just flabbergasted during this time, and I said, 'I confessed to your sister, what am I supposed to do?' Ren didn't have enough barbarism to go talk to him. I can go see him in the first place. I haven't got a stomp yet. Other than romantic counseling.

He was a troubled teenager, Len, but he had a flashing name in this predicament.

"It's Mr. Farn...! The church in this town has Mr. Farn. I have Mr. Farn!

Reliable sister of the church. There's a regular Mr. Sister, Farn.

The road cleared. The place to go is the church. Ren, who saw the light of salvation, dashed the path leading to the church with his face gleaming.