Armed Summoners - Black Spears and the Brave Men of the Other World

I guess it can be called a moment of bliss to be half-strong but wrapped around your face in a rich chest. Only thin underwear of fabric surrounded her breasts so abundant as to be even a luscious fruit, and the area of that underwear was narrower and smaller than imagined. I understood that fact because I realized that her soft skin was touching both cheeks, and the moment I sensed that, he fought and shook up the situation in which he was placed.

Embraced by the false of Miliu.

Sweet, that's how he sounds like a wandering whisperer, and so much so that a phony could be called Miliu himself, pulled Setuna with such a fortitude as himself, hugged her with Setuna's face pinched between his chest in the mention, and so on, and so forth, he was satisfied.

Miliu is an armed summoner. Moreover, as far as Setuna knew, he was one of the armed summoners and fierce warriors, not to say the highest in the world. And the armed summoner is someone who is not aware that he is encouraged to train his flesh thoroughly and that Miliu also fails to train. Therefore his body was forged up like steel, and he made it as easy as beating a man of better stature than himself. But when you actually touch it, her limbs are incredibly soft, supple, and you can't tell where the steel-like muscles are hidden.

That's not just Miliu's story.

Setuna thinks it's the same world's highest armed summoner - and so did Faria, as a summoning armed user, and Sheila, who doesn't fail to train as a warrior.

Apparently, this Illus Valle person is perhaps fundamentally different from the person in Setuna's born and raised world. It only looks like the same species everywhere, but the structure or something is different. Therefore, no matter how much you build up, you will not be covered in muscle armor. It was a long time ago that Setuna concluded that way.

And I remembered such a thing like this because I had come to escape reality at the end of my thought pause.

Now Miliu, who is holding Setuna, is definitely a phony. Everything is false, and that is something we can recognize without having to think that this is hell. If Miliu was real right now, he would have shown more shame.

Miliu actively and directly seeks contact, but when he does, he shows disgrace as soon as possible. Everyone around them recognized that those parts were adorable and adorable.

It doesn't even look like a milieu, such as showing pleasure with Setuna's face pinched between her breasts.

Yet Setuna, for some time, had been unable to move one thing. As if I had been fascinated, I was indulging in the feeling of Milyu's chest.

(What are you doing, I...!

Just because you return it to me, you bite your teeth at something that doesn't instantly push the impostor. Even if you know you're a phony, if you show up as Miloo himself and act like Miloo, you can't get your hands on it.

I have no choice but to try to pull off the arm of a phony who is keeping his head under control, but how can it not go well inside?

"No, Setsuna needs to feel more like me."

Miliu whispers in a wet voice. The sweetness of that voice seemed to paralyse my consciousness. Keep grabbing her arm, I can't move. It's like my body is no longer my own, I have that feeling.

(What? What happened...)

I don't know what to think. I don't even know what I was trying to do or what I was thinking. The only thing I can understand is that I'm in a blissful time right now.

It should be called supreme happiness, such as being able to receive an enthusiastic expression of affection from a woman who loves herself. It's better than putting yourself in a battle that you can never finish. Killing each other does not produce anything. It doesn't make any sense. Shouldn't I burn my life in love if I'm enough to burn my life in such a thing?

"It's just me. It's okay."

With a voice full of certainty, she went.

Doubts disappear.

Nothing else. You don't have to think about anything. You just have to enjoy the love. You don't have to move from yourself. You can leave it all to her. You can leave it to me. Give up all your body and mind and live in love. Love is everything. It all begins with love and ends with love.

So you can also dawn your soul on her love.

So, it's all over.

Everything, that's where it ends.

It also releases you from suffering.

(I guess...)

Setuna grabbed her arm and pulled it off forcefully to show it, promptly releasing her face from between its breasts. The underwear with little cloth area was inflammatory and something that would lift her fleshy limbs, but I would no longer pay attention there. Fallen consciousness is no longer fully regained. My body and mind belong to me. It worked the way I wanted, and I don't shake at the phony voices.

"That way, we're done here. Everything ends here."

"So... that's good"

"No, then you can't."

"Why not. You and I will love each other here forever. Setsuna did her best. You carry everything in there all by yourself, you get scratched, and you keep running without giving up... no one's gonna blame you for resting here."

"That's not the problem, and they're going to use Miliu's face on their own to do that, don't fall prey to eclampsia"

If Setuna told him chilly, Miliu's impostor turned to a sharp eye. Also, it looks like Miliu, so I don't like it. And she fisted as if to show off her supple limbs in crimson underwear.

"Then do you want to deal with me?

I'm sorry about that.

Setuna turned her back and ran to the front door without watermark.

"I don't hate everything about love."

Together with the discarding dialogue, the door was opened, and if we went out into the hallway, we would no longer hear the phony voice, and in front of us the elevator door was open. Looking back at Miliu's room. There's no sign of an imposter approaching from beyond the closed door. The trials of this hierarchy will mean that this is the end.

Setuna, breathing quietly, turned to the lift. The lift with the door open was as if it was hurrying to get on quickly. It was Setuna, who had no choice but to get in the lift, but at that moment, I noticed a fuzzy gaze, turned back to the front, near the door closing, and I was sincerely sick of admitting that Miliu's imposter had done the trick of skipping the mouth.

And in the crate of the lift that starts the rapid ascent, I sigh loudly.

What I remember is what happened in that room.

While embraced by Miliu's impostors, Setsuna shook her head, remembering the feeling of losing shape and renouncing her thoughts as her consciousness wandered. Even if I remember it now, I feel chilly. The word of love whispered in Miliu's voice was the magic spell itself. Every time I heard the words, I lost my thinking skills and was unable to make normal decisions. And at last, she almost got what she wanted.

The only reason I stood still was because of the notion that it couldn't end.

What would have happened if I had even thought for a moment that I could finish, etc. Horrible to think about.

(I see... is this the kind of trial)

Sometimes it may have been the first of successive trials that allowed us to make a light break through the one hundred and eleventh floor. Or did you make them think it was an easy trial and invite them to be caught off guard?

Either way, it seemed unmistakable that it was a test not to go with a glimmer.