Because I was excluded out of the class transfer, I decided make a classmate harem

For women, school life was like walking meaninglessly through a flowerless flowerfield.

If you get closer to the environment named the ground and live with interest in various things besides flowers, you can spare time - you don't have to spend boring days. A tasteless, odorless routine you can't get anywhere unless you walk away from yourself.

If she had been as hobbyist as Kirishima orchids, he would certainly have been alone in a group named Class.

However, she had a hobby of happiness or misfortune.

It was never a popular hobby to watch animated late-night broadcasts.

That hobby was the key to getting along with the Otaga group of the class, which is above all else important to women.

Talk to your friends about the late night animation you watched last night.

Borrow cartoons and light novels recommended by friends, and deepen friendships through hobbies.

It was avoided by the girls in the class, but they were spinning a full life.

Nevertheless, she wanted a fuller, rose-colored youth in her school life.

Talking about hobbies with friends wasn't always fun.

But that wasn't enough.

Because the school life demanded by females was not something that could never be satisfied simply by friendships with same-sex people.

A high school student who can only enjoy three years of his life.

Sweet youth with a uniformed high school girl who can only live together for a short time in a long life. Wouldn't it be a loss if you didn't enjoy it wholeheartedly?

Homosexual friends such as Mita River, Ryuzaki, Kawasaki are of course important pieces of youth.

But I wanted flowers there.

One round is good. Just for a short period of time. I wanted a vivid - lovely flower.

Stay until after school and study alone at sunset.

Back to the voices of support from the sports department, the two of you dropped out of school alone while holding hands together.

At the end of the graduation ceremony, she made the girl cry in her chest.

Girls wanted such common youth (mainly knowledge from animation and games) from the heart.

As a lover of a girl, she wanted to have a full high school life.

--Well, I lined things up beautifully, but basically, I wanted to have sex with her among high school students.

"Sudden class shifts, cheats encounters, student distractions.... You've already flagged everything."

From everyday life without any aberration, he rolls into a different world of swords and magic. While the classmates were bestowed with various cheating abilities, the female root was given a flat encounter skill - appraisal.

And as many musical notes suggest, a student uncovered a skill with difficulty.

If you give me extra skills, I'll show up as a person with unforeseen thoughts.

Rather, it would have been a shame if 21 people had been summoned together and only one fool had appeared who had taken extra action.

If the class split like that, the path left to the female root was to escape the class and take the adventure of its own choice - the royal road to make a harem with the monster daughter and the choroine of the other world.

Well, we could still have had a happy ending.

In any case, as the mythology of the female gangrene (which was improvised and assembled after the transition) suggests, one villain was born from the group.

Together with the class chairman, who was liked by everyone, Eiichi Gigane expelled the evil (family training) from the group and saved the female students.

He's a hero. Protecting female students from bad taste skills, Gigane is praised for her achievements and shoots through the hearts of her beloved classmates.

- But the reality is ruthless.

It was a female root that eliminated the worst skill of enslaving a woman, but the girl student who fell in love with him never showed up and the rose youth never came.

Though I can tell by thinking about it a little. It is inevitable that people who cannot objectively see themselves fall into such self-centered thoughts.

It's not funny.

But the female root did not give up hope.

There will definitely be one girl student in the class who is thinking of a female root. When I couldn't grasp the timing of the confession, I looked at the female root every day from the shadow and murmured, "Ha, I couldn't talk today either." Until she had the courage, she decided to wait quietly like a mountain.

And the time has come.

"But it's narrow in the world that they only loved each other."

――――

As she gazed at the light (although it wasn't), she exhaled happily.

Looking sideways at the distorted thin face, Mikoshi scratches his head in trouble.

How did this happen?

Answering that question is even easier. If someone explains everything from the cause to the result from the mouth of a third party, the flowing stone woodwood will not be able to keep calm. You may be beaten up by your emotions.

I don't want to believe that this is happening because I made a mistake by saying things that are muddy and frustrating.

How many times have I had a bad dream and pinched my cheeks against an unlikely hope?

"My shy Mikorin is so cute."

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Mikomi Mikomi

――――

"It's going to make you very happy."

"Please, will you stop calling me that!?

Every time Mikone says Mikoto, the female Ota group - mainly Maiden Saki and Fujiyoshi - turns a strange eye.

Lily Fujiyoshi, in particular, turns to a jealous gaze.

Even if the opponent is such a man (Hideichi Gigane), is he envious of being slightly treated by a boy?

Then I think it would be good to stop the painful twin tail first. If you're so thorough, you'll notice the opposite.

Is it some kind of imitation?

"But, Mikorin, Mi, Mikorin..."

…………

The Mita River said a lot while holding his fingertips together and releasing them in front of his chest.

Next to Kenjiro Odagawa, Shinzo Kawasaki was distracted by tomato flavoured meat dishes.

It's the usual pair.

Ryuzaki Wing is not here right now.

Ryuzaki is now forced to interrupt a group of Haruzu Tanaka and his friends, and is very good at explaining how to talk to women.

The Spring Man, who has just been touched by two people, Shayaka and Lily, listens to the tale of Ryuzaki with interest.

I wonder if it would be happier for someone to tell him that all the words spoken from his mouth are knowledge from eroticism and gallery.

It hurts to watch.

Even irrelevant woodwood makes my back unexpectedly itchy.

"No, but Ryuzaki is also a jealous guy. As soon as I started dating Mikorin, I started to keep a clear distance."

"That's why I'm not dating!

"I'm good friends, I'm good....."

"Midagawa should be able to have a cute girl someday. The Mita River is gentle and calm."

"Ehehe, I see...."

Looking at the way Polypoly and Cheeks were poking at her, she thought she was cute, while the woodwood carried the tomato meat to her mouth in a boring manner.

What Midagawa is saying is probably different from "I want her", which many virgins murmur like a habit.

Girl Gane doesn't seem to have noticed, but he - Kenjiro Odagawa - has a girl student to think of.

Despite his uncertain gaze, Odagawa has been putting a girl student in his sight for some time now.

Top Kirst in the class. Kanami Inugami, a moral commissioner who surrounds the table with Shinayuki Saki (Princess Snow White) in the shore, such as Shinagaki, Torao, and Mizuki Katayama.

I'm sure the Mita River likes her.

On the contrary, Ryuzaki Wings wanted to go out with anyone who could be a high school girl - that's what he wanted to do with sex.

Most of the time I approached you because I thought you would let me do it about once if I asked you to get along with me.

"... I wish I were a little more dressed."

Girls Gannon, Mita River, Kawasaki, and Ryuzaki - who are well prepared among these four - are just boys' students who distract themselves from the feeling of boredom in the light of their firewood.

If you don't get a status, your lust won't boil.

Nevertheless, I do not intend to say that it is disgusting just because it exists.

To be honest, I don't feel very good about being stuck with a female root.

But if you seriously reject it here, your firewood will also go back to its original, difficult, poor form.

This is not the original world, it's a different world.

Isolation here has the same meaning as isolation in the world.

Apart from not dating, there would be no need to treat them openly - everywhere.

"... really, if you were just a little more handsome"

While shaking his hips, Goshi drank the fruit juice.

Even if you pour cold fruit juice into your stomach, this heat and tingling will not heal at all.

--You might have forgiven yourself for once.

◇ ◇ ◇

"Ah... bad. I think we're at our limit."

In a dark private room illuminated by the moonlight that plugs in through the window.

Others' princess, Mikoshikai, chewed the sheets laid on the bed in a disturbing manner while breathing heavily.

Place your cheeks on the bed and rub your thighs together while kneeling on the floor.

I'm not being touched by anyone. Her bare skin is just rubbing against each other.

"Gh, no, no.... your head is turning white, and you're about to bounce."

Deep in the stomach, there is an unusual soreness, and Okoshiba meditates with one eye in a spicy manner.

I want to touch it. I want to use my fingers and hands to play with the fissures that raise your screams while spitting out a sticky love juice.

I want to push my finger deeply to relieve this heat.

The delusion of ravaging important places with your fingertips passes through your head over and over again, but with a wave of reason, the color struggles to keep calm somehow.

It's all because of masturbation so far.

It seems that the colorful crotch and nipples have already been well sensitized - completely developed - by playing with them every night and night.

Now if I play a little, my sweet moans will leak from the edge of my mouth.

"I want to. I really want to do it now. Anyway, anybody can hold me anymore. Immediately"

Is this punishment?

In ancient times, it was thought that one person was acting against God as an act that did not lead to the prosperity of descendants.

A mundane act that plays with your body in search of pleasure and gives you temporary pleasure at the expense of a short sense of loss.

A divine punishment for the colors that accumulate every night of disobedience to God. Is this an inescapable consequence?

Let's just bring her into the room now, even if it's a female root.

If you wrap your face around with a sheet and give me a strict order never to speak up, will you be able to do it?

However, if you are temporarily emotionally flushed and have sex with a female root, etc.

When you regain your reason, you will be overwhelmed by regret and disgust.

That's not enough.

I can't overlap my body with the face of the Ota Group.

Besides, that's it.

If you're going to have your first experience anyway, you really want to love it and feel good to come.

"Let's do it again today..."

Loosen the chest of the sailor suit and dexteriously remove the exciting bra while wearing the uniform on top.

Make sure the façade and bra fall to the floor, then drop your gaze on your chest.

For high school girls, she saw the two hills that grew up in the middle, and the colour painted an arc around her mouth with a superior expression.

Large tits move softly and the chest of the uniform bounces loosely.

The lewdly worn nipples on the uniform lining are already sticking out, and visually it is clear that you are excited.

After gently stroking the tip of his nipples from above his uniform, Colour reached into his skirt to start masturbating as usual.

In a quiet private room, the sound of dryness can be played twice with a concourse.

He bounced his body and the color jumped onto the bed.

"... visitors. This late at night?

Nevertheless, dinner is over and it's not that late yet.

Visiting is not an insane time.

"Yes, who is it? Could it be a female root? Or Mt. Cat?

A moment of silence. No response from visitors.

If the visitor were a woman, he would show some sort of action spinning some kind of bullshit.

Midagawa and Kawasaki--even if it was Ryuzaki, the same is true.

Even if it was a cat mountain or a dog god who came to convey administrative directives, it would be enough to name them.

"What do you want? I'm no-bravo right now."

While subtly hiding his chest pushing up his uniform, Sakura slammed open the door key.

This is the royal palace, after all.

It's not like there's any noise or anything going on, and there's no intruder or suspicious person.

Well, go ahead.

While feeling a little excited about the act of targeting visitors while leaving Nobra, Aya opens the door to her room.

Standing in a hallway with a moonlight was a blonde man in a crisp suit.

Deeply wearing a distinctive hat like that worn by detectives, the eyes over the glasses are wrapped in the shadows and cannot be seen.

But from the clothes he's wearing, it's possible to guess who he is.

"Deacon (Butler). What? Did I ask you to buy me something?

…………

Without a word, Blonde senior servants jump into the colorful room.

The sudden behavior could not be stopped, and Aoi looked surprised and glanced at the senior servant who entered the maiden's room without hesitation.

"Hey....! What are you doing in here?"

Run! As I tried to continue, my emotions suddenly burst out in the color.

The bloated emotions explode deep inside your stomach, rushing around your brain at incredible speeds, burning your whole body.

A senior servant of Blonde dressed in butler clothes.

Judging from the physical appearance and atmosphere, it seems that it is a young person - a young person or a boy.

I didn't see my face well, but I didn't feel disgusted at first glance.

"Hey... Mr. Butler"

While stroking his hot, sore stomach, the color sat down on the bed.

No matter what you think, you'll only look like you're inviting a man to sit in bed alone.

Looking back at Butler, the colors cast a sweet wink as if they were seductive.

While stroking the lines of your limbs glossy, press your index and middle fingers against your lips to reveal a glossy throw kiss.

I don't know what you came here for.

"... yes"

There is a slightly hot feeling in the eyes over the glasses.

I'm sure the Butler in front of me is looking at the colors with an erotic eye.

"If you have time, maybe you could ask me for a moment."

"What is it?"

As you know, the color rolls up the skirt.

Expose your shiny thighs and slowly open your crotch to show off your underwear.

Are you excited about the act of opening your crotch in front of a man? The secret part of the color was already moisturized with love juice.

"My inner crotch is a little itchy. If you'd like, could you apply the ointment there?

Pointing to the ointment that you bought the other day, the satin exhales in a careless manner.

Normally speaking, what a saint he is.

Having done so far, you won't be so dull that you don't know what you're asking.

Nevertheless, he is also the butler of the royal palace. I don't think it's easy to reach out to the saints, the property of the country.

…………

But Butler is a man after all.

At the time of eating, if JK was invited in front of his eyes, it would come to mind even if he didn't think of it.

I'm not asking you to have sex.

I just want you to stroke your vagina with a man's finger. Yes, I just want you to stimulate me with fingers other than your own.

I heard a spit swallowing from Butler's throat.

I picked up the ointment and walked towards the color.

The color quietly meditates his eyes as he is thrilled to see how he reacts.

Want to explore the inner crotch foolishly, or push your hand against the crack under the guise of subtlety? Will you ask me where it itches?

But what actually happened was colorful fantasies, all different from those events.

The first thing I felt when I meditated was the feeling of being able to stroke my head.

Like labor, like mercy, with gentle hands, someone strokes the head of color.

Though it's not there, the colour makes your lips sharpen silently.

Uncomfortable.

Even though a girl of her age is inviting you out of courage, what can you do after all?

When I opened my eyes slightly disappointed, there was no blonde senior servant there.

Indeed, there is a boy of the same age in Butler's clothes.

However, the color of the hair is unmistakably dark, and the color of the eyes is a brown color that I am familiar with.

The face in parentheses also exists in the memory of colors.

"... Kirishima?

"Goshiki Aya. I want you to be my family."

While distorting his mouth, senior servant Ryan, Saint Kirishima Orchid, did not hesitate to scratch the colored body into his chest.