Atelier Tanaka

The maid called me that night to talk to you.

When I think of it, I've lived with her for months. However, this is the first such event. Will this possibly, possibly? No, I just made you think so, rather the opposite pattern.

That and thought go round.

I can't be very calm.

I headed to her room to contain the feeling of deviation.

"... Mr. Sophia. Are you there?

"Ah, ha, ha!

When I knocked lightly on the door and hung up, I heard her running indoors with a patter. The door opens early and Reishi's maid shows up. The figure has changed from plain to made-up clothing, and is rustic room clothing. I even want to go inside.

"Do you mind if I come in?

"Yes, um, please..."

Permission granted, Sophia, to enter the room.

Walking just a few steps, the sound of her closing the door sounded patty.

It sounded strangely strong in the back of my brain.

"Oh, come on!

"Ah, yes. Hi."

Keep your hips down on the chair provided with the desk as prompted.

Speaking of opposing, she stood opposite the soy sauce face, in front of the bed.

The behavior is terribly restless. I thought I stared at this one chillily, and I strayed from my gaze immediately. Those acts were repeated twice, three times. I see how you rub the thick momo together on the mochi and the non-locating beard.

I mean, that one.

That would be the case.

…………

Virginity tonight is hungry for a hymen.

Shouldn't we be ready?

The meal was set.

"Mr. Sophia......"

That's what happened while I was trying to get my hips up and take a step.

Sophia raised her voice like she had decided to.

"I need to talk to you about the Demon King!

"... Demon King, is it?

Something different.

Talked in a slightly different way than I thought.

I wanted that to start where I call Busamen's names.

I panic and settle into the chair with my floating hips.

"Trying to deliver a meal to the editor, from that, gu, coincidence..."

"By chance, what is it?

Have you even seen the masturbation scene?

In that case, I also have trouble if you don't call me a soy sauce face.

Okaz can stand up, Hoya Hoya, even though the current offender is the best.

"I heard by chance that maybe, Ma, the Demon King's seal will only last a day. So I thought I should tell you that it's too early to celebrate…"

Oh, what's that?

It's my first ear.

I'm going to eat you up by accident.

"Excuse me, may I ask you a few more details?

"Huh? Oh, no, um..."

"What's wrong?

"Wow, I didn't hear that much about it either..."

As always, this maid, you're going to keep the critical down exactly.

The brains that have been swinging so far have been tightened in an instant.

◇ ◆ ◇

I confirmed the whole story from Sophia.

As I told her I didn't know much about it, the information she had was terribly fragmented. However, it is apparently certain that the teacher was squealing that way that the Demon King's seal would still only last a day.

The conclusion is that you should talk to your teacher as soon as possible.

"Thank you, Mr. Sophia. Very helpful."

"Um, I..."

"Rest assured. I will never tell anyone that you overheard me. Let's just say I felt on my own. There is not a single person in this mansion who would disfavor you."

"No, that's not what I meant..."

"Excuse me, but I'm going to head over to Mr. Editor's"

The soy sauce face hurries to leave the maid's room behind.

The thrill at the beginning of my entry changed as if I hit different thrills in the vector. Sometimes I thought it was comfortable and would it be completely unintentional? Thanks to this, my mood seems to regain tension in my daytime zone.

With his leg out of the room, he went straight to Mr. Elf's room.

Concon, knock on the door and speak up.

"Excuse me, Mr. Editor. Are you still awake?

"Hih!?

Strange screams were heard from inside the room.

It is definitely the voice of the teacher.

Apparently, you surprised me. However, if this is not why I called out loud, I also modestly knock on the door. It is also up to me to help during the time of night and to try to speak peacefully.

Thanks to you, there's credibility in Sophia's story.

"Hey, what?

"I'd like to talk to you for a moment, would you please give me some time?

"... Tomorrow, no?

"It's something I'd like to discuss, if possible, within the course of this evening."

"But it's too late at night, and immersed in such a time, to others..."

"No, the night is not over yet."

…………

The convenience of holding a great name in my stomach, I will speak with strength at no time. Then the reaction was interrupted from the other side of the door.

Could it have been creeped out?

I get worried as soon as possible.

However, it is only a few moments away. Slightly, I thought a small footstep sounded, and I made a dry noise with Ki and the door opened.

It was the editor teacher in the pyjamas who represented him from the other side. The soft style just before you go in is great with the way the munchkin teacher is. Driven by the urge to unwittingly cuddle.

"... should go in"

"I'm so sorry for the sudden arrival and the impossibility."

"I guess we need to talk, huh? Or, I don't mind."

"Thank you"

Step into the room as prompted.

Looking indoors, I glanced around, and it was the little ring placed on the desk that my consciousness turned toward. I can't even forget. It is a substitute used by the teacher to seal the Demon King during the day of the day.

"... you didn't realize?

Soy sauce face to pay attention to right after entering the room, on the desk.

Confirming his appearance caused a voice to hang from the blonde Dr. Lorimchi.

This is probably one of the few scenes Busamen can dress up for.

"The opponent hasn't aged Dada for five hundred years. I'm a little worried."

"Huh..."

Pickle and a small, teacher's shoulder trembled.

Wasn't the kind of language that cared about the other person while demonstrating the brightness of foresight a good feeling? Dundee, didn't you make up your mind? I wonder if I could have been a Keaton or some other good looking guy.

"If there seems to be something to worry about, could you tell me? Let's not bring the problem in on our own. Of course I would never say impossible. I'm just wondering how much help I can do."

…………

Cute teacher who holds the problem by herself and desperately hits things in tears.

If my wish is fulfilled, I feel like watching it in the shadows.

"How about that?

Ask again and again.

Then, the teacher inquired about it like it was a snack.

"What. And, you know, you were there..."

There I realized once again.

Hey, Tamma.

Shortly after the Demon King was sealed, he was thrilled to celebrate on a fast track, wasn't he the soy sauce face of no one else? I was just remembering my past deeds while I was back now, and I understand the dangers of dialogue in this way.

Shit, this isn't going to work.

"Let me be frank with you. Is it long and a few years or so?

Rough track correction.

No way. Do you honestly hold it until the next day? There is no reason to confirm that.

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

Thanks to you, I'm happy to see the face of the impatient teacher.

About the desperate teacher, I want to rape him with diligence.

"Could it have been a little tougher?

"No, you know, what..."

It's not like the teacher did anything wrong. Instead, I am in a heroic position where I have become active. Yet I feel terribly sorry for myself. With a tending face, my gaze hurts like looking up at Busamen.

"Sensibly, I think maybe... oh, tomorrow night it will be broken..."

I was squeezed out with a squeezing voice.

Looking at the boulder makes me feel guilty. I accidentally felt like hugging her. I hugged the teacher in my arms and rolled over the bed just around the corner, until the Demon King was resurrected, feeling like I wanted to marry Zukomba.

However, Busamen continues to act because he also has promises with the maid.

"... I see, then we need to work out measures as soon as possible"

"Ugh, um"

"Get everyone together for a meeting right now. You can't waste a precious day that the editor has earned you. It's okay. The party to defeat the Demon King is going to go as planned the day after tomorrow."

"Huh... Oh yeah!

If so, they are all assembled in the office for the defeat of the Demon King.

◇ ◆ ◇

In response to the voice of the soy sauce face, they all gathered together, rubbing their sleepy eyes.

The office of the mayor's house was busy, thanks to the fact that it was at midnight. With Dr. Editor at the head, Lorigon, Estelle, Kimoronge on the vertical roll, and even Gong and Mr. Neumann, along with a large number of other stakeholders, are packing it.

In the meantime, I told you about the matter from Busamen's mouth.

Even around noon tomorrow, the demon king will be resurrected.

Naturally, from all of you who called, the surprise returned.

"Oh, come on, I mean..."

Gong's amazement echoes on her soy sauce face as well. I have kept the security of the city and have not taken a few weeks off nor been busy until today, and I have done my best. I thought that was finally a paragraph, and starting tomorrow is the real thing, a circular after being called in the middle of the night.

Such a company, if it were me, would definitely quit.

"Tomorrow, I want to settle"

"... right"

The situation is even more pressing.

Because we don't have enough help to defeat the Demon King. It is flat with the blow of Lorigon, the greatest power, and even Dr. Editor's sealing magic breaks through in just one day.

Also, to be attacked by the opponent, Mercedes-chan's meat potty and soy sauce face can be held together for the first time by putting all the latter's firepower on the defense. It's just that that's over when the meat potty's magic runs out.

Even if Busamen uses flying magic to inflict a special attack of abandonment, the opponent is one step better at the moment. Well, as for this one, I don't think it's because of fire power or protection, but because of one value with a status.

Because of that, even if I try again tomorrow, I'm afraid it's going to turn out the same way. The experience of doing everything in its power and still being overwhelmed was more intense than I thought. At this age, I never thought I'd be the wingman to remember trauma anew.

Not that Pea can help me this time.

"Shit, do you have a chance?

Dr. Editor asked without fear.

To be honest, Busamen don't have the words to answer this.

"I'll be honest with you, it's not there yet"

"Then again tomorrow with the magic of sealing..."

Even so, that doesn't lead to reason to force Dr. Blonde Lorim Chimchi.

That's totally black thinking.

Think about it in a livestock way, you'll never get one of those.

"No way I'm going to burden Mr. Editor over the course of the day. Besides, I don't think the Demon King will ever be sealed again or again. In the moment she's doing this, she'll be thinking about what to do on the desk in your room."

"Huh? Ah..."

Two, Mr. Elf, how you noticed something.

The gaze turned to his own fingertips.

Then there's the ring that looks familiar.

"Ah..."

I also noticed the soy sauce face.

That's the one with the demon king in it.

"Shh, sorry! I'm putting it down! Shh, shh, put me in my room right away!

"... Yes"

Doctor, I brought the Demon King. I had brought the Demon King himself to the Demon King's Countermeasure Conference. In the past, over the pendant the Virgin hung on her neck, all of everyone's interactions would have been heard, given the fact that the Demon King was nurturing emotional education.

Well, it's good because I didn't say so much.

"Uh-oh!

Screaming, Mr. Elf inadvertently leaves the office on a run with Dadada. I'm very concerned about the soy sauce facially about what the Demon King is looking at a series of streams with, but there, I wonder.

Personally, I feel like I saw something good about Dr. Editor.

"… then again, I would like to discuss the future policy"

A busamen that talks about the place as if it were a trap.

Still, your gaze was nailed to the back of the teacher who just popped out of the room.

As always, she is a sinful woman.

"But he's the one my husband couldn't take down if he hit him directly from the front. I don't even think I can do it from the front and get fat. You got a plan?

"Sorry, just this time I haven't had a good idea either. Worst of all, where the Demon King came back, moved the place around the Dark Continent and fought again, etc."

"Oh, no! It's not safe!

Estelle barked.

Is that desperate look worrying you about Busamen? You're still a good woman to care for me personally even after we split up.

"Thank you. I'm glad you're worried."

"... be a good companion!

However, I believe that if that is said and there is no other proposal, it will have to be done in a disintegrating manner.

And if you fail to defeat, ask Mercedes-chan's meat potty where appropriate, and the soy sauce face changes mode to the anti-war specifications. It is a salt plum such as the next day contender by the sealing magic of the teacher's pride from Nagai using excess muscle.

This is, of course, the worst case scenario, as I have told my teacher.

"If anyone seems to have a proposal, I would definitely like to ask..."

I'll just look over the room.

I just never got an opinion on this.

I was hoping that if you were a demonic nobleman or a journal professor, or would come up with a good proposal. However, even they of the boulder are difficult expressions in front of the overwhelming power of the Demon King.

It's such a sudden development, naturally?

"Hey? If you were the Virgin there, you'd know something?

The gaze of the vertical roll goes to the corner of the room.

There was a figure of a seint bitch who was still translucent, sitting in sports and making herself smaller. It is usually a posi that Gogol is in formation. The expression is terribly weak, and I am still frightened to the point of being gable and outspoken.

With everyone's gaze, it becomes even more remarkable.

"Huh..."

As before, she immediately moved to another person and was thought to escape from the scene. Anything seems impossible, however. Did he say that he was cursed when he was stripped by the Demon King? Thanks to this, it is possible to see.

I'm terribly depressed, coupled with the declaration of absolute killing from the Demon King.

Such a saint bitch is extremely lovable in soy sauce face.

By the way, speaking of our brown lolita, due to the convenience of the population density of the room, we ask you to leave a message in your own room. Initially I thought I would get a backlash, but it was very impressive that you honestly nodded about the out-of-the-box.

"And I don't. I have nothing, really nothing..."

"Hmm?

"If you knew anything, I'd appreciate it if you could tell me. This is a story that involves a great deal, not only us, but also the Virgin and the survival of the Great Holy Nation. Because the demon king of our time is obsessed with your being, no one else."

"Ugh..."

But, well, even though I deserve it, I feel so frightened that I feel sorry for you.

The groin of a gym seat is just horny here.

As I mocked the Virgin, a voice was inadvertently hung from the demonic nobleman.

"How about we just take a little time to think about it? This kind of thing is something that makes you feel better and think about it, but it comes up with a good idea. Why don't we meet again after a while?"

Agreed.

The boulders are demonic aristocrats, thank you for your wonderful opinion.

You're right, Mr. Farren.

Let me just nod here.

I'm sorry to be late at night, but I just want to ask everyone to hang out a little longer.

"Now let me just take a minute to think about it. When the clock needle reaches the top, let's all gather in this room again. Of course, I know many of you are not in good health, so I would never say impossible."

"Uhm."

With the demonic nobility at the head, a noise rose from all of them.

For one thing, the meeting is dissolution.

◇ ◆ ◇

After the mayor's house, the soy sauce face rolled out to the city of Dragon City on its feet.

It's up to me to breathe some air outside and think about a little change of mood. If you even took a slow walk, a good idea might come to mind for a mundane clap. It is the result of giving yourself up to such terrible and vague thoughts.

…………

I have yet to report to the public regarding the One Day Seal of the Demon King. So in the neighborhood, we are still under threat from the Demon King. Even subtracting the point of being late in the night thanks to it, the popularity was deducted from the street.

What a sad feeling.

To the extent that I felt that way, I also seemed to be attached to this city again.

You can't laugh about the Lorigon with this.

There have been reports that the soon-to-be-footed nobles and others have already made their way to and set in motion in the cities on the side of Trikris and the Pussy Republic. On the other hand, the number is small, but Mr. Neumann said that he thought he had wagered on our response to Dragon City and that it did exist.

If I can, I want to reward them.

"... Well"

What's the matter?

Walk with the gentle breeze of the night on your cheeks. The first step toward walking was a square in the southern district. A venue image of the town's people relaxing at the point where large streets meet each other, in the centre, large fountains, etc.

By the way, the fountain is shaped like a lolligon.

A dragon like I saw somewhere is blowing water jabbering instead of flames.

Regrettable but good.

Beside it, the soy sauce face discovers someone sitting on the edge of the fountain with their hips.

supplemented by the fact that the opponent is a lolita, from a small body that seems to be able to fellatio even while standing upright and from skirts and thoughtful and flirty clothes. The convenience of leaning down, the expression is the one you can't see, but its standing is an overwhelming little beauty that combines beauty in the beauty as well.

See what's wrong with the parents and what's happening around them immediately.

However, I can't see anybody else in the area. As long as the wild lolitas are standing alone. So Busamen thinks. Situation where Busamen call out to one young girl on the night lane.

…………

It is an absolutely impossible artist in modern Japan. In the unlikely event that a buzzer or something rings, there is no waiting to be arrested even if there is zero fault.

However, it is possible with otherworldly fantasies.

The breadth of the nostalgia of different world fantasies is unusual. Glad to hear it. So Loricon, full of heart, will speak to Lolita, who is situated in the square in full.

Head beneath it while suppressing your growing feelings.

Then what happened?

"Ah... he'll pay you a dime, uncle..."

"Oh, it's strange to see you here."

What a guidance toddler was the toddler, who was by the fountain, resting his hips on its edge and at dusk. In response to this conversation, your face rose. You can't forget the shape. In the past, she has been saved more than once, and she has a debt of gratitude that she cannot return.

Still want to bind raw.

"What's going on late this evening? Has she fallen off with your mother?

I'm sure he was visiting sightseeing from the capital, Calis. Or I've been evacuated without a chance. However, in any case, the soy sauce face just wasn't strong enough, so I decided to bother you.

"... my mom got hurt"

"Huh?"

"I don't have a cleric or a doctor... what should I do..."

Seriously. It's important.

I can't believe she was naive enough to be so depressed that her mom's condition must be in big trouble. Moreover, the cause would be its own fault in nineteen or eighty-nine years. You must have been caught up in a riot with the Demon King.

And she said she was wandering the city looking for a doctor for her mom.

Not very much, but you can't stay calm.

"Are you taking the lodging around here? Actually, uncle, I'm a doctor."

"... Really?

"Yeah. So I want to cure your mom's injury, can't I?

Toddler girl looking up at her soy sauce face with tears, uncut.

How dare you hang up, Lolita.

"To my mom, could you show me around?

"Ugh, yeah."

I didn't want to see your parents if I could.

I'll find out that your daughter was giving you a penny to talk to. Modern Japanese standards are completely supportive. It is an assisted socialization. It is the aid of a social premise. Toddler girls get money. Virginity gains interaction with the opposite sex. A terribly distorted relationship between the two.

Otintintin and conscience are in sync and hurt.

We really need to hurry.

◇ ◆ ◇

The lodging, where the guide toddler and the guide toddler's mom were staying, was a few minutes away from the square with the fountain. Is it a cumbersome corner close to Old Slam Street in position? It is a neighborhood lined with relatively small houses.

If it were true, we should have lined up the poor lodgings of the desolates who refrained from slamming in. However, Slam Street has become a thing of the past, and at some point it has become a residential neighborhood, and the neighborhood has also become a lower town.

At the very least, the resistance and soy sauce face have not carried out any new construction of the neighborhood's buildings. In case you want to play fireball, the Nuys will dare to challenge you. I gave up after several challenges. Thanks to this, it has been completely abandoned over the past few weeks.

Then, under the vertical roll umbrella that moved in to the same place, the people of the Pussy Republic were starting to build new houses on their own, and something was already part of the zero sense of devastation. If the Nuys leave one day, I'm going to go back to Slam Street again.

In the corner of those areas, a building built with a burnt house on someone's fireball was a lodging for the guide's toddler and the guide's toddler's mom. The building itself is four floors above ground level. It's as simple as having two beds lined up in a living room of about twenty square meters.

"Mom! Doctor, the doctor's here!

I walked into the room. No, the young lady of guidance ran out.

Bed ahead of us.

There's a distressed woman there.

"Yes, it's okay, Liz. More than that, now... Oh, please, stay close..."

"... Mom?

At a glance at the appearance, Busamen panicked.

Mom, no.

Because the duvet is bright red.

A dim bedroom with no lights on the loch. The expression doesn't even glance satisfactorily at the colour of the gray skin. Still, the weak dialogue in this way. As an ear, I could see that she wasn't long. Seeking a daughter on the floor, while its body was so debilitated that it wouldn't even lift its arms.

I guess he also realizes it's not long now.

"Excuse me, excuse me"

Restorative magic while interrupting your room with or without.

Under the bed, a magic formation rises on the floor. The pale glow that rises accordingly illuminates the sparkling and dim room with a warm glow. What a fantastic sight. Watch this with a magical face with the young lady of guidance.

How much I would have done that.

It wasn't that long.

Slightly, the magic formation can disappear as the glow subsides.

The subsequent reaction was given from the top of the bed.

"... uh, ah... et al?

It was a voice that I could hear somewhere screaming.

It is a somewhat leisurely sound compared to the way it is heard and squeezed out of the depths of the belly. I can't say anything because I didn't check the condition of the injury, but I wonder if it has healed properly.

If there is one thing that bothered you, the voice returned sounds young.

Being an angel generation guide toddler, I assumed that if I were that mom, I would be Alasser. I was, but it sounds much younger. About the same generation as myself, depending on what a shaken assumption.

"Are you all right?

"Huh..."

When Busamen spoke, she shook her whole body with a vic.

I stare at this one and make that look strong.

I took a few steps and, to my surprise, I'm young. Younger than I imagined. In my mid-twenties, no, I don't think I'm about twenty. A new hire coming in with a new graduate, or more than that, I'm being picky.

"Oh, um... which one?

"Mom!

Whatever confused mom, the guide toddler ran out.

Love the way you hug your mother from the edge of the bed.

I'm sure this is what you call love that leads to pieces.

"Li, Liz?

By the way, it sounds somewhere I remember. Liz.

I'm sure she'll be a good woman.

However, due care was taken regarding the opening of the crotch.

"Daughter, that's a good name"

"Huh? Oh, um..."

If the soy sauce face here were as handsome as Allen's, it would have been the best late night scene ever. However, unfortunately the soy sauce face is the soy sauce face and the busamen is the busamen. Skeletal circumstances that will not escape no matter how you scratch them.

If the soy sauce face was even dressed as aristocratic here, aside from the actor's facial deviation, it would have been somewhat of a kicking late-night scene. However, unfortunately, what Busamen is equipped with today is civilian style from the plain.

The only option available is therefore.

"If there is any inconvenience in your future life, head to the mayor's mansion here and tell someone named Neumann. A man named Tanaka, who was one of your men, said to head here. That should make sense."

"Wait, please! Who are you..."

"I'm not as good as a name."

Let me give you your heels back.

It is still a refreshing occasion to leave, somewhat shocked to realize that it is after you have already named it. Farewell before the young lady of guidance slips her unwanted mouth with support. I haven't given Dada any gold or anything. If my mom finds out, it's definitely a bad amount.

Also, and above all, Busamen got what they most crave right now. I just got it from them now. Only today, it was not necessary to use it as a word, as before.

"Huh? Ahhh..."

"I'm a doctor! Uncle, you're a doctor!

"Wait a minute, Liz, calm down. That guy..."

"You saved my mom!

The delightful voice of the young lady of guidance echoes into the room.

I also helped out late at night and got a quick wall dong or something from the next room. Surround from left and right room. Don't. Don't. I'm getting beat up so bad. But as much as I don't care about that, I've made up my mind about the soy sauce face now.

What has guided and gained.

Tomorrow night, Busamen will defeat the Demon King.

◇ ◆ ◇

After suggestions from the demonic nobles, everyone once again gathered in the office.

When we stayed up late at night, we all gathered in the same place without missing anyone. Busamen is full of gratitude for that fact. Verily, it is a thing that has come round to the good. I thought you were gonna get away with the vertical roll or something.

I'm thankful, thankful, and tearful.

"Whoa, looks like we got it all, huh? My husband."

"Yeah, I see."

Looking indoors, Gonchang says.

At the end of the line of sight lies everyone who has become a mysterious face. Instead, you can look at the translucent Virgin if you are conscious of her in the corner of the room. The same sports sitting should not draw the awareness of the soy sauce face.

I want to spiritual cum my astral manko.

"Now that's quick, let's start discussing"

I'm willing to fight the Demon King, no matter how we discuss it. No matter how muddy it gets, I'm definitely willing to take it down. That is the guidance of the soy sauce face.

However, this is how we set aside time in the corner, so let me gather your feedback. Hopefully, we can get some good ideas and make future exchanges easier.

"Oh, you know, I'm going to fry the tea!

Sophia rushes to the hot water boiling room, which is set up in the concierge room with Patapata. She's your daughter who never forgets her maid guts under any circumstances. I'm talking about helping out with my parents' faces here these days, too, and please work really well.

I just dropped that back off, and the demonic nobleman opened his mouth.

"I'd like to suggest one thing first: would it be possible to shift the place of contention?

"Say?

"The magic of the Demon King is too powerful. One stray bullet could devastate a nearby town. I suggest that the place should be moved before the seal is unsealed. I will miss this city that you have created because of it."

"You're absolutely right, Mr. Farren."

Worst of all, it is also possible that the Demon King will take hostages to the surrounding settlements. She teaches the Virgin on the other hand, so I don't want to think she would do that much guesswork, but at the same time, the parents of the upbringing are the Virgin again, so I don't know if it's time to finally do it.

"Well, if that's the case, I can help!

Dr. Editor raises his hand on the fast track.

It is the great place of space magic.

"Thank you. Then it's better to be far away."

"Hmm. I guess so. But it's hard to imitate a boulder across a continent."

"How much distance can you come and go at once?

"If you're as far away from here as the capital, Calis, you can afford it. More than that, it would be troublesome if the number of people increased because it was necessary to increase the number of times. So much distance, preferably away from people's living quarters"

"Then you should head north from Trichris. Beyond Mount Dortz there will be a mountain range of rugged mountains, so there will be no settlement."

"But, Liz, if the magic of the Demon King doesn't blow up the mountains, the Penny Empire will continue completely with the great powers of the North, huh? Wouldn't it be a hassle later?

"... right"

"As far as I'm concerned, I think we should head south and out to sea. Wow. Though a little far away."

"It's not a bad choice to be at sea."

Oh, my God. I started to say things.

I'm in the middle of something like that.

Unexpectedly the vertical roll stared at the editor teacher and groaned.

"By the way, you can use space magic even though you're getting weaker by sealing the Demon King?

"Huh!"

Mr. Elf how you noticed something.

While she is sealing the Demon King if you recall, she is a poor elf below Estelle. Sometimes only this time sealing magic is the exception. Seems like I've been completely oblivious here lately because it's the strongest thing I've ever been. I also forgot my soy sauce face.

"Oh, shit, that's, uh..."

She suddenly turns her face bright red and starts twisting. It's super cute.

Rape is imperative when you keep your shoulders down and start whining with a voice that doesn't even sound right. It is possible for her now to force her to assemble, even if she is a virgin's arm. That fact goes hand in hand with the strongest of the old, greatly abetting the abomination.

The vertical roll goes well with the teacher.

"Geros, please."

"I understand!

…………

That's how the agenda progresses for the first time around the place to fight the Demon King.

Words begin to be exchanged in a lively way between the two of us. Flat yellow is neglectful of the geography of this world, so listen carefully. It is very comforting that intellectuals are gathering from all over the country at times like this.

Doing so, the maid returned from the hot water boiling room.

There are many cups lined up in a large basin. Beside them, you can see the kinds of baked confectionery. She carefully delivers this one by one to everyone. Along the way, the brave men of the west and Allen started helping.

Busamen also made a name for themselves, but this one was turned down.

Apparently there wasn't enough facial deviation.

"Um, ta, Tanaka, go ahead..."

Slightly, the cup can also be delivered under the soy sauce face.

I'm glad Sophia gave it to me right away.

"Oh, thank you..."

It was Mercedes who grabbed this from the side.

"Nguuuuu, su, sorry, sweets stuck in my throat"

He pulls the cup with a terribly painful look and pours it down his throat with momentum. Gokulygokuri and throat pulsating like jerks. It goes hand in hand with a chopped look. It makes me feel like I want to illuminate myself.

I just drank about half the contents of the cup and the condition calms down.

"Phew... sorry"

Cup off the mouth.

The saliva stretched at its edge and at the edge of its mouth at its best. The soy sauce face stretches out her arms to get a cup from her. Indirect Kiss. Style to go take away the indirect kiss for sure. I did remember the area where the saliva stretched. Existence of not hesitating to aim at that point at the tip of the tongue.

However, this hand never grabbed the cup.

"... hmm?

Her expression changed surprisingly.

At the same time, the cup that was about to be brought back here rested within the arm's unstretched length.

Did you find out?

The other guy is a Kingsguard lesbian who can tell by his eyes and eyes.

"What's wrong?

"No, this is..."

Squirting briefly, she put her mouth on the cup again.

Wait a minute. Stop it.

If I drink more, the contents will disappear. Wouldn't it be impossible to kiss indirectly? They may be lesbians, but this one's not gay. If you like, you're a raw hunter after sex.

However, such busamen thoughts were not revealed, and her voice barked loudly as well.

"Hey, maid!

"Ha, ha!

Kingsguard lesbians are calling Sophia out loud.

It's all of a sudden. You're so surprised, Maid. She is as strong and weak as ever. Because of that body, Busamen really want to see where she's being gang-raped.

"... you put urine in Tanaka's tea!?

"Huh..."

What was continued was a badly clap-free statement.

The consciousness of everyone present turns to Mercedes and the maid.

Everybody, uh, what's that? That's the look on your face that just complained.

I'm pissing.

"This flavor, it's wrong, it's urine! There's urine in it!

"Wait a minute, Mr. Mercedes. Whatever it is..."

"Definitely! Your tea contains urine!

Don't call me urine from a woman's mouth.

Wouldn't a virgin get excited?

"Hey, please stop being weird!

Immediately Estelle goes in to help the maid.

But the momentum of Kingsguard lesbians never subsides. Instead, he claims the presence of urine in the cup in an even excited way, rattling a piss piss and a nostril. Raise the cup in your hand to the maid and proclaim it aloud.

"Maid! Even if this man's tongue is deceitful, my tongue is deceitful!

Mercedes-chan says, I have trouble because it's oddly convincing. But there won't be that in the boulder. I must have misunderstood something else. The cause is the bad eating of Kingsguard lesbians who have spoken of anything biased. There are never many foods in the world that smell similar to manure.

The soy sauce face turns to the maid with sorrow.

"Never mind, Mr. Sophia. She's just a little..."

Then what happened?

…………

Sophia, you're so pully.

I'm pulling with momentum I haven't tasted.

Besides, the sides, which were beautiful until now, are soaking wet with sweat. That's already visibly changed color and moist. It is too radical a change, even though it has not been a big time. It's the next generation of maiden smells that fragrance there anyway.

"... Mr. Sophia?

…………

So the soy sauce face, I noticed.

This is black.

Sophia now, it's Sophia who gave up everything and thought about it.

Because something I've seen before.

"Um, Mr. Sophia..."

…………

Could it be that I really let it in?

No, but why, why not?

Oh, I'm glad.