Atelier Tanaka

The next day, the wake was received by the voice of my dear maid.

"Ta, Tanaka, please wake up! In the morning! Master Richard wants to talk to Mr. Tanaka, so, uh, yes, please wake up quickly! You're already waiting for us in the reception room on the floor below!

Yusa Yusa where she sleeps, her wake-up voice with her hands on her shoulder and shaking.

Uncomfortable.

This is unbearable.

I've been dreaming about it for a long time, this is how I woke up.

"Thank you. Tell them we'll be on our way soon."

"Ha, ha."

Thanks to this, the brain miso awakens in a few seconds of comma.

Yesterday I was working late at night to build Gogol's house in the suburbs. Do you sleep half the time? I'm doing great. I built it. Nevertheless, what is the matter with this awakening until it is clear? I wish every day was like this.

I feel like one day I'm going to try my best to make this the day I wake up to be a Fella. Under the duvet, the Morning Set is hard boiled. The fact that you were touched while standing, is a baricata.

"... let's see"

Don't let her love go to waste.

Be neat and familiar and leave the room behind.

We're headed down to the reception room on the floor below, as instructed.

If I opened the door, there was a look for your dad there, as the maid said.

"Good morning, Mr. Richard"

"Yeah, good morning, Mr. Tanaka"

I know the Lorigon Mansion on my own. Relax on the couch in front of him. Then Sophia, who foresaw the timing, brought me some freshly fried tea.

Morning tee with slightly darker eyes. A slightly different taste from regular tea makes her feel cared for. I'm going to screw a cocksucker. Gokugoku and.

"Sorry about earlier in the morning, I really needed to talk to you"

"No, I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

I just appropriately exchanged greetings to get to the point.

"If possible, I would like Mr. Tanaka to accompany me to the capital. There's something else I need to show you about this case."

"Is it good? Isn't that negative for Mr. Richard?

"The downside, indeed, will be huge. But I believe that Mr Tanaka has a plus just to make up for it. So I thought I should introduce you sooner."

"I see..."

Maybe he has gotten gotten to the capital with him. It is troublesome because, for better or worse, I have brought in a new American baron that is indispensable to the subject. In order to consolidate his future position, it would be better to drink his proposal early.

Besides, I have business in the capital myself.

More specifically, I would like to report to the King.

"Okay. If that's what you're talking about, let's head right over."

"Do you mind? I'm sorry that I pushed all this convenience, but there was a lot of other hurry."

"I'm a young man, thank you."

"No, this is the busy part, and I appreciate your acceptance. As for the legs, I have a carriage for you, so I was hoping you'd join me."

"Okay. When does it leave? You'd better hurry, wouldn't you?

"Right. If you don't mind, by the end of the day."

"I see. I understand."

I guess that's why it's the first visit in the morning.

There was a point.

"By the way, I'd like you to recognize my other companions."

"I don't mind. With just a few more people, there's no difference."

"Thank you"

I'm sure it will likely be a troublesome affair for the nobility again in the capital. Therefore, in a situation like this, is it not Gogol's turn?

If you keep your mouth shut, you will only read the hearts and minds of the ordinary Gogol tribe, who said, let your skin touch you, so there will be no support personnel that treasures you more.

Easy mode will be assumed after hitting and changing from the last visit.

"... Is it her?

"Yeah, I will"

Mr. Richard is also already known about the area.

I let him snort with a convincing look.

◇ ◆ ◇

That's how it was decided to go to the capital.

I couldn't possibly speak silently, so I decided to hang a word around the faces I was dating. Mostly people who are moving for the city, close to themselves. Especially Gon and Mr. Neumann, and Sophia are practically partitioning the city for me, so tell me a good story.

In the early hours of the morning, no one or he could find himself in his room. The only thing I couldn't find was the Lorigon, but, well, he'd be fine to leave him alone. Must have gone for an early morning lookout and a walk.

There was a morning greeting for that condition, and there was a slight appearance of a man who raised his hand to the capital when he went around the rooms of each of them. Yesterday, he was an authentic blonde lolita proud of the Penny Empire, Dr. Editor, who appeared in a sleeping roll at the end of a door that opened instantly from the door knock.

"Wow, I'm coming with you! Hey, come with me!

Sleeping is adorable.

The teacher is night shaped, so I'm sure he's been asleep now.

If I leave him alone, he sleeps until after noon.

I want to stick my dick in the mouth of the editor who sleeps fine.

"Are you sure? We're leaving today, aren't we?

"You wouldn't say no!?

"No, I wouldn't say so. But what can I do for Callis?

"Huh..."

Unusual aggressiveness for a familiar and attractive teacher.

No way. You'd be more lying if you didn't care.

However, where it is returned to this, as an ear, it becomes a feather that curses its own loss.

"I haven't gotten your thoughts on the book yet!

…………

I even forgot about it again.

I was obsessed with making Gogol's house and completely lost it. I promised I'd read all that, but I forgot twice. Besides, the second time I would have forgotten it not long after I got my attention on the day.

"You forgot? Promise me..."

"Excuse me. I'm really, really sorry. I forgot."

I feel a sudden decline in favor of myself among the editor teachers. The look of the teacher staring at this one makes it seem like a ghost shape that doesn't even resemble her that serves the usual punch.

Not like this. I'm going away, editor teacher munchkin thighs.

With a terribly regrettable look, Dr. Editor holding his fist is adorable. Looks like an elementary school student who was forced to postpone it about thirty-three times in a row due to the convenience of his father when he approached the day for a getaway at the amusement park he was looking forward to.

"I will definitely read it during my journey. And let me share your thoughts."

"... is that true?

"Yes, word for word, let me look through you without missing it."

…………

In retrospect, there seems to be less opportunity here these days to talk to the teacher. I got more chances to talk to Lorigon instead. A situation where even communication is lacking, this lapse is too great. Thinking about it, a journey with her would be mandatory.

In a munchy sense.

"So, yeah, why don't you come with me to the capital, Calis?

The side claiming to be this way is reversed.

But I'm sure this is the right flow.

"... Huh! If you say so, I'll think about it."

"Thank you"

Good. One neck skin, connected where dangerous.

Relax and stroke your chest down.

By the way, speaking of what the situation is now, it will be standing in front of Dr. Editor's room, in the hallway. Standing like a hippo man in her mood, somehow, is not less comfortable. I admired it. This kind of thing.

"Well, I'm afraid you're busy, but I'd like a favor."

"Wow, I get it!

"I'm taking the other one with me."

"... the other one?

"Yes, I will be with you yesterday."

"Oh, hey, that's no way..."

Nameless and blonde Dr. Lorimchimuchi's shoulders begin to tremble.

"Excuse me. Based on her activities in the capital, she's very helpful."

…………

You're very lovable, Dr. Editor, who hits and changes and loses momentum.

◇ ◆ ◇

That's how rushed I am to travel.

This time by carriage from the ground between Dragon City and the capital, Calis, which was often traveled by flying magic these days. Mr. Richard brought him outbound, in the form of a queue of great names to accompany him to the carriage formation.

The line of horses and cars over double digits was rolling.

I get into one of the carriages located about that, and myself and Gogol line up in one crack of the seats across the street. It seems, among other things, that we have a car with a high value, and the exterior and interior seem to cost a lot of money.

It's no worse than the Fitzclarence family rooms you've been invited to at any given time.

"Ugh..."

There is an editor face-to-face about what's going on.

That's already in Gogol's reading heart zone. Nonetheless, she was sitting on her own will to exactly where she wanted to sit now. Mr. Richard said, would you like me to get you another superior carriage? It is a seat that pushes away suggestions such as:

Occasionally, Pickly Pickly and Shivering Cheek meat tells us exactly what the teacher's mental state is in. I wish I'd stopped it, but it's the artsy style of teachers here these days who wear it out willingly where it doesn't make sense.

What is stirring her up so far?

"... The boulder is Mr. Editor. Very easy to read"

"Yes, don't worry, just read it! Read it!

Speaking of what to read, that's the work of an editor teacher like no other.

In my own hands, I have a manuscript that I have kept from my teacher.

Copy that, sir.

Concentrate on paper closed to strings. I would like to share your thoughts as soon as possible. Let me concentrate and read it all at once. Easily complete the talk with the teacher and turn your awareness to the writing. I want to read it through at least twice until I arrive in the capital, Calis.

Because I am in such shape, on the other hand, the hands-free ones left are Gogol and the editor teacher watching this. Not least thrilled by the sudden sense of distance. Beside stroking the paper with his eyes, an exchange between the two comes into his ears.

"Whoa! There's one thing I'd like to visit you Gogol!

"... what?

"Are you sure you can read it?

"What?

"Wow, wow, that's what I'm thinking!

"... I can read it"

…………

I wish I'd stopped, but I'd bother visiting you, Dr. Editor. Taste the scent of a sock that emits a strange odor on the tip of the nose, and face on the tip of the nose, and repeat the smell of a cat.

"Now here's what you are..."

"Ahhhh! Ahhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhh!"

…………

A brown lolita that nearly polarized what was important.

Its front, Dr. Editor, who stood up in a great panic, is in a position with one hand poked at the sofa table in order to keep her mouth in both hands, and Lovely is definitely stretching her torso. But I don't have enough back length to make it even more lovable.

"Mr. Rocco Rocco. Even if you're joking, please don't do that."

"Why?"

"If you don't keep your word, I'll give up my promise to you again."

"... ok"

"Thank you for understanding"

The secret thing about Dr. Editor is I'm very concerned. But in case you even asked, the relationship between you two is over now. Show me your punches and be seen. This lovely, sweet relationship, is it something that I'm going to let break?

Because it is still very dangerous today.

Instead of putting her legs together, the teacher closed her legs tightly and tightly. Announcement of the closing of the town's punch shop. It doesn't come true to worship the enchanting munchkin thighs while sitting face to face. Where should the virgin turn his gaze and think of what?

Doing so, the carriage door was knocked and a man was heard from the outdoors. Say, what is it? I just returned the fact that it's nothing to this, and one hush of sigh. I think I could see this happening, Dr. Editor.

If they tell me I don't trust my soy sauce face by then, then I will.

"It is not very bearable to be read unilaterally…"

"Then why don't we get moved to the back carriage? I've betrayed my credibility twice. It's painful for me to tell you, but I'm not taking the Editor lightly enough to rebut my promise in this situation to a boulder."

"Ugh, loud! You can read it! Read it. Yo!

"... Yes. You're right."

This time it's all in the interest of the editor teacher, so I look back in writing with great care.

On the other hand, the teacher, speaking, once again roars back to Gogol.

"If you want to talk so much, I'll do it!

"You?

"Hey, what the fuck! Are you complaining too?

"... nothing"

"Then, look, look! Why don't you just say something!?

…………

This is not good.

Two of my own friends, acquaintances with communalism decorating a one-two from above, started a live Thaiman talk right in front of me. There has been no more disturbing conduct. Besides, I'm scared of the fact that they're both quick to do so.

"Or what? I want to talk…"

"I wondered one thing. How did the high elves end up in the public? High elves have high self-esteem. It's inconceivable to mix with people and live a life."

"Beh, I hope you had about one!? That would be nice!

…………

"What the fuck?... bad? I'm sorry!?

From sudden talk gestures, early, tearful editor teacher.

Gogol, I think you're attacking a pretty critical place.

Besides, apparently, the teacher is a high elf.

I didn't know.

I checked my status when I thought about it, never. Then I just thought I'd check it out right now, and wait, when I do, at this moment, Gogol's going to nibble at me, so I guess I'll refrain.

If there was a hidden setting like Estelle's, I would definitely wolf.

"Is there anything to complain about?!? It's about you, you've just read everything, haven't you? That's why. I have my reasons, and this is how I spend my time in people!

"... sorry"

"Well, then, don't go in there either..."

What did Gogol read about the teacher after all? I don't know. The only thing I can understand is, is that the editor's mentality is starting to hurt in seconds. I feel dangerous in the heart region for too long.

Though the teacher might show it strong.

"You're not a regular Gogol in the first place..."

"So I can understand everything you think, even if you don't touch that skin"

"Ugh......!

Plus, surprisingly, Gogol, he's sad in the tea eye.

I thought I was pathetic for the boulder, but the tear-eyed teacher is also Lovely, so I get a boil of desire to watch some more. All right, here's one thing, let me mellow out your teacher's adorable spot, Mr. Rocco. Please, thank you.

Yeah, but please don't abuse him too much.

I really, really think it's better, Dr. Editor.

…………

There is probably no harm done to Mr. Rocco.

So please keep him close.

◇ ◆ ◇

It took me half a day to finish reading Dr. Editor's manuscript.

Thanks to this, I was able to know everything about what reaction was expressing in the flask as a result of what I was fit to do at the time. Even though it was the ultimate efficacy that I understood, the process was a tease convenience, a great study.

I just looked through to the last piece and tell you as I put a bunch of paper on my leg.

"I think it was more to previous writings and more friendly to read"

"Oh well. Again, you should make it feel a little harder..."

"No, no, there is no annihilation. That's the good thing about Dr. Editor's work. I have also been to some schools and famous places in the past, but the more the degree, the more the text used in the field is the same, the thicker it has become."

Domestic books are only dressed by the author, with thin pages for content, few diagrams, and many difficult to retrieve the wording. I mean, it's all overflowing with books that aren't beginner-friendly. It would be a kind of status.

Conveniently, as the conscience of the educational setting improves, teaching materials will start to use books written by teachers from various foreign countries, as well as their translation books. This is especially the corner where many rational aspirations fall into the bottom line part-timer with differences in understanding of the discipline.

That is why the writings written by the Editor teacher, which go into small detail and fully take into account the reader's position, together are very much preferred as first readers. Love abounds. I don't know where my care for my readers stays.

Already, really, why isn't the teacher a virgin?

I want to paint Mount Fuji on Litmus paper with Dr. Editor's love solution. Weak acidity.

…………

"What is it? Mr. Rocco Rocco. Jizz, look at me."

"... nothing"

"Really? I hope so."

Sorry, but now I'd rather be staring at Dr. Editor than Gogol. Dr. Editor is cute. Dr. Editor is cute. Was it a joyous achievement? Previously closed thighs are only opening slightly.

Signs of opening.

A hunch to start sales.

Punchy shop in town.

"Next I want to read the editor's work, compiled as a book"

"Oh yeah!? If so, let's make a book soon!

"I think that's a good idea."

I found a long laugh in the teacher's face.

Though the grieving, hurried, and troubled blonde lolitas are cute, I still feel from the bottom of my heart that the naive grin directed at me is just powerful enough to blow any of them away.

Mausoleum greed is also a smile that seems to lurk momentum, Doctor.

"As soon as we get back to the capital, Calis, we're going to do some work in the atelier!

"If there's anything I can do to help, feel free to speak up"

"Huh? Oh, uh, um. Yes, you are! Co-author with you!

Nica, a pleasant grin, okay.

Blonde Lori smiles, okay.

"By the way, there's one thing I'd like to ask the editor."

"What? What do you want to hear?

"I'm going to change the story..."

Normally, a teacher who responds well to his mood.

It's just that those complexions of hers...

"Actually, I've collected green silf feathers safely, and I'm hoping that you can share a recipe for the secret drug of rejuvenation with me for the rest of my life. What do you think?

"Huh..."

Pisces froze, as if even a ghost had found it in the graveyard.

◇ ◆ ◇

[Sophia perspective]

By way of example, as the maid worked in the clerk's office, the door was knocked on by a concoction, a creepy sound. In response, it was Mr González and Mr Neumann who showed up from the hallway.

Please take your feet like every day here these days. Could this have been approached? If that's the case, even if it is me, it's never a bluff to answer.

"Whoa, lady! I'd like to visit you."

"I'm sorry, Sophia. I really want to make sure."

Right, I know. The expression is completely in work mode.

I'd like to take an invitation to the evening or something because it's good for once.

"Ha, ha! What is it?

"We've got a bunch of people who want to live in this city, and they're starting to fix the slums in the South End. I haven't accepted residents over here yet, so it's troublesome if they live badly, but can't we just talk about it a little bit?

"Um, one question..."

"What?

"How can there be a slum city in a freshly built city?

I've been wondering about it for a long time.

Expenses for the maintenance and operation of Slam Street are also recorded in the books. Feeding? Or does it say something, even breeding? Plus, it's placed in each compartment, so it's the amount there.

"Yes, no, I don't know either. This is it. For some reason, it was from the beginning."

"You don't know me either. Even though the residents are zero, it's a strange story with Slam Street."

"This is what Tanaka thinks. It's hard to understand."

"No, not at all. Gonzalez, maybe the mayor, huh?

"I don't understand you better over there."

"Or so it is."

Apparently, neither of you know.

If that's the case, it would be a waste of time just thinking about it. Neither Mr. Tanaka nor Mr. Dragon is normal, so it's just plain meaningless for us to try to understand. I'm sure there's a big reason why.

"That said, I had another report to make about the slums."

"Hey, what is it?

"I hear Nui lives where he got into it from"

Nui? What is a nui?

I've never heard of it before.

"Um, excuse me, what is Nui..."

"Well, that's not dangerous!?

I tried to ask you, and Mr. Neumann raised a screaming voice. My questions are blocked as well, and I don't get to ask for more information. It's just a town daughter of a suke, and I still don't get along with the two of you in terms of knowledge.

Does this have to be studied or something after all?

"It's dangerous if you do get your hands on it, but it's basically harmless if you don't set it up from this side. So far, there are no injured people. It looks like it fits in with the slums at the moment."

"But is that why you're the one who can leave me alone?

"After we got the report, our guys threw a party to get rid of it. But I'm talking about the guy with the legs, and I'm talking about two or three of them still, making sure there's a few of them in the herd, and we're not getting rid of them for the moment."

"Another troublesome creature."

"That's how cozy it must be, the slums here."

"I see."

You must be Nui.

Sounds adorable.

Nui nui.

"But if that's the story, isn't it exactly the mayor's turn?

"That's what I asked for, even though the nuys are small, that would be a subspecies of the dragon, wouldn't it? Aren't you going to welcome people and welcome dragons to your guests? If they say something like that, this is the one who's already doing it. On the other hand, he's got a shoulder."

"My hair is fuzzy, so I'm going to forget it, but that was a dragon breed for once, too. It feels like I've seen it all the time, and it's bad in nature because it only looks like a livestock or a game animal. If someone you don't know gets their hands on by mistake, you're in trouble."

"That's the problem."

Apparently, you're a dragon. And they say it's fuzzy.

But I've never seen a creature like it.

If there was a dragon, I would have noticed it right away.

"I don't know what else to do, this way after Tanaka gets back. It wouldn't be like struggling with Nui's ten or twenty if it was him. If you don't knock it together at once, it's gonna be a big deal for the city if you suck"

"That sense of companionship is intense. If other individuals saw the extermination, it would be troublesome."

"That's what happened"

I was listening to you two, and I thought of one thing.

"... ah"

The reflective leak in my voice is a serious lapse as a maid.

Feeding.

Feed instead.

"Hmm? What's up, lady?"

"You know something? Sophia, you."

"Yes, no eh! Nothing!

Maybe I've realized something I shouldn't have noticed. Originally, Mr. Tanaka was in control of the books. At some point I'm touching it, but it's what Mr. Tanaka was woken up to.

You're afraid of books.

I'm sorry about the two of you, but I'm going to let you decide I didn't see this place.

◇ ◆ ◇

Gatangoton.

Shaken by a carriage, report to Dr. Editor for the past few days.

It is a series of gotagotas encountered on the dark continent. Especially when it comes to the ruins of the demons found on Mount Dortz. The teacher is from the Penny Empire, and he has a lot to do with Gogol. It's up to me to think I should tell you in advance.

If you step in unknowingly and get into a fight with the Mazo Demons, you can't even see them.

"Oh, well, that's..."

"Yeah, so I don't think it's a good idea to stay as close as possible to the area. Usually I'm Mr. Doris' squire, etc., but he says it's something that matters a lot to him, being a Demon. Thank you for understanding, even in the sense of avoiding useless strife."

As always, she has a terribly difficult look as she sits in her carriage seat. I wonder what you're thinking. Chills and occasionally, it is the behavior that makes you feel somewhat backward that diverges your gaze in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

"So whatever the process, this is it"

Remove the green silf feathers from one of the leather bags lowered to the waist. It still gleams pale green and gently lines the sofa table on the front. Each pair is just a few sets. Initially, it was given to me by an individual as a fold of interaction with the fairies, who were still full circles.

"You've really been collecting..."

"Is this enough?

"Well... this might be a little short, a little..."

While staring alternately at the feathers on the sofa table and at this face, Bosori, the editor teacher lets you also speak quietly. This is a face with something nasty. Teachers are bad at hiding things because they're honest.

"I see, then when you actually mix it up, it won't be until you get back to Dragon City, not the facility in the capital, Calis, where you're headed. If you need special equipment, let's also look at finding free time to transport it by air"

"... Huh? What's this all about?

"I have more stock in my living room than I have prepared here. I collected it from nearly three digits of green silf, so I was wondering if there would probably be a shortage. Though I remain anxious about how sunny it will be"

"Become..."

He looks terribly surprised, and it's Dr. Editor who starts shaking his shoulders.

Its source is Gogol. It is the result of a mass murder of a fairy, made up of brown-haired lolitas hungry for conversation with others. She said she didn't need it at the time, so it depends on the set of concessions. I got everything because the required amount was unknown, but apparently it was correct.

"What's wrong?

"Oh, is that so much? Really? Green silf feathers?

"Yes."

…………

With regard to Gogol's sick part, I omitted your explanation in order to prioritize her self-esteem. Therefore, the teacher's amazement is convincing. I can't believe the brown lolita in front of me is hunting a three-digit difference fairy.

"I apologize for gathering so much"

It would be a pinch if they were designating endangered species or something. The herbs in the woods near town belong to everyone in town. Be careful about taking too much, it's a good setting like that. A teacher is an elf, and that's what he seems to care about.

"... no, be, it's not like you're apologizing"

"But since the editor doesn't seem to like you,"

…………

At the same time, there is no less guilt in remembering the lovable appearance of the fairies. They behaved Susie for free with an innocent smile, nothing but justice for a virgin.

You should have paked me instead of about one Onaho.

"Now at this moment, when I think everything I'm thinking is being read, I want to mourn yesterday's bad luck. What I think and how I feel about it is right for you. I feel so sorry for that extremely miserable and pitiless bottom of my heart being read"

"... Editor?

"I don't mind. From the Gogol tribe there, you should hear everything"

"Um... what's that about?

"If this is the case, I wish I hadn't lied to you from the beginning..."

…………

I'm lying. What moment is this?

When I came here, the clouds suddenly became suspicious.

Thanks to you, I'm pinned.

"Is that why you've come aboard this carriage together?

"... yes"

When I said that, I don't know how many times I wish I'd welcomed two editors and Gogol over here and had a 3P. I want to marry you two, let you live, make a child, and rape you to the last generation.

"She never talks about what she's read."

"He says he doesn't mind if he checks in person"

"Still, I promised."

At least that mouth will remain heavily closed as long as Gogol is feeling lonely and hungry to talk to others. It never opens. As long as we've spent the last few days together, I believe our mouths are quite stiff.

If she gets tired of talking to herself, I don't know what will happen. So by then, I hope to have more trust with her than with my friends. For this reason, there is a strong desire for reverse rape as soon as possible.

"... right"

"Yes, it is."

"Then I must apologize to you with my own mouth"

"Why?

When asked, the teacher was continued with a strange face.

"The ingredients of the secret drug of rejuvenation are diverse, but among them the core is the green silf feathers, the horns of the lame, the golden grass, the Shizuku of the Geacin, and the blood and liver of the high elves. When it comes to the last material, substitution really doesn't work with regular elves"

"... high elf blood and liver, is it?

That's the kind of ingredient you heard somewhere.

I think I can find it very close.

"At first, when you asked me, I knew and remembered everything. But I was afraid to be informed of that fact, so I kept quiet until today. I broke a page from a book because I was afraid these situations would come."

"I see."

Dr. Blonde Lori lets you talk about it in a bossy, bossy, atrophic way.

I guess she was worried about a lot of things again.

"It's a life saved by you. Tell me what it is, and I was still afraid to die. I was so scared that your presence could easily defeat even the Red Dragon."

…………

I thought they were creeping me out a lot. But I didn't think you were scared. Because I thought I was able to talk to you intimately about it, eat dinner with you, and break it down a lot.

Thanks to this I understood why she was in a spirit of service.

It's a woman's favorite.

The teacher, who punched herself with all her might while producing an adult woman with plenty of room, was, in fact, in a state of inner gabble and still had to expose herself to her own pants. I used to combine the thighs of the munchkins to make a sexual appeal.

I was wondering if you could take care of yourself at all.

…………

I just remembered the sights of the past, and the gaps are erotic.

I love the little editor teacher, who offers punches out of fear. Appeal with opponents until you wear jerky underwear on purpose. In the past, I've just recalled a series of punch scenes, and I think I'm going to recall elections.

"I see you had that background."

"... that's right. So, I'm, uh, I'm..."

But you know what?

Do you need a high elf liver?

That's the liver.

What a thought, if we gather quickly and use healing magic quickly, we can figure it out, must have been where the teacher feared most. I guess that's why I've been absolutely punchy appealing to today.

If they tell you that, you can't go any further. I don't want to be rejuvenated until I've had a hard time with Dr. Editor. I don't know if we met initially, but we got along a little too well.

Oh, that's too bad.

Unfortunately, I can't help it all.

"But for one thing, I want you to believe me. Now, you know, I'm not that scared."

"I'm sorry I've been so careless for so long."

"Um, that's why! So now I'm here for you..."

Doctor who cares most, he's a good man after all.

That's why I can't force you any more.

"Must have been more stressful than I thought"

"Hey, tell me about me."

"The creation of secret drugs for rejuvenation, at this moment, I'm going to give up beautifully and refreshingly"

"Huh..."

I just told her, and Dr. Editor shut up.

"As far as I've heard earlier, recipes for secret drugs have already been lost to me. So please don't tell the editor any more. And you don't have to continue to imitate your own dignity."

In the past few weeks, the various experiences I have had with my teacher are a reward that is not an exaggeration. Talk to heterosexuals without paying. I couldn't think of it before that. Even if it costs four thousand yen an hour, I've already got about one used car.

In more than thirty years in modern society, it easily exceeds the total talk time with the opposite sex experienced. When you say why it's so easy to tell, divide a row with a household book by four thousand, you get an estimate of that. It's weird. Damn.

"Oh, come on, then..."

"Because rejuvenation is not the only purpose. Never mind."

"But, uh, you wanted to be young, didn't you? You must have!

"Because the will to be rejuvenated is only one means"

"Oh, really?... No, but..."

"Yes. So please, don't worry about the editor"

I'm shocked when I say shocked, but I can't help it all.

First, assuming I'm young, again from a nice woman like Dr. Editor, I'm not necessarily tempted by a punch. Then at this moment, Soy Sauce Face wants to take care of making friends with Dr. Editor.

Even if it's a punch, it's why I turned it down this way.

"Are you sure about that? Nothing, nothing to gain..."

"It's not like you didn't get anything."

"Duh, what do you mean?

"So, as I told you earlier,"

"Did you tell him?

Oops, I treated it as conveying a monologue in my heart. It would be influenced by your interactions with Gogol. If you get too used to it, you're going to have a heart disease that's not good.

By the way, now I think back to what Brown Lolita has said and done so far.

After reading the teacher's mind and understanding that this would happen, did she not say the keyword high elf beforehand? Or it would be unfoldingly definite.

Shit, Gogol looks good. It's the most intelligent and cool.

"Hey, I didn't know you told him..."

"Meeting you was more attractive than getting the secret drug for rejuvenation."

"Huh..."

"So I would never step ahead of this"

Thank you, Gogol. Thank you with 30% more talk this evening.

If you need anything else, I will ask you.

So now let me serve to repair my relationship with Dr. Editor.

Even if I can't do the punching for the moment, at least I want to be able to have fun talking about my days the way I've always been. Anyway, she's a nice blonde lolita. One day I would like to open the crotch in full with my own charm.

…………

But you know what?

I don't think I can rejuvenate.