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

― ― Time winds up a little bit more than the Red Demon attack.

The orchid, which had some thought after the conversation with the orchid, followed the sounds, the colors and the agaha - and walked the corridor in the middle of the night with the orchid and the beauty.

Like a sinner on the verge of capital punishment, his expression is stiff and he is in a temperature-free state.

What Orchid did is not something that would be permissible if it were true to modern Japanese common sense.

I was kicked out in an unknown location. Insulting existence in front of fellow citizens - doing something that violates human rights.

Otherwise the orchid's life would be in danger.

Still, with the two letters of revenge as exoneration characters and the girls as they please, I trained my spirit with ease as a snack, and took away the feelings and pure love that immersed me in my first experience like dust. There is no justification for what orchids have done so far.

Especially when personal emotions intervene.

From an aerial perspective, there are serious and important arguments for the parties in both situations.

True theory - in this case, orchids are perfectly rational - is not suitable for emotional theory.

If you go back like this, just repeat the same thing you did when the orchid was kicked out.

To exclude a fellow classmate for an uncertain reason of fear is a terrible thing to do. I don't like the existence of the Kirishima orchid (Lunatic Sexual) - if it is expressed in more childish terms, I want you to leave because I don't like it - because in such a selfish theory orchids are actually excluded from the group.

If absolute power or violence does not intervene - emotional theories collide to determine victory or defeat, whether the contending person has enough skill or power to round up the opponent.

To be clear, orchids have no such ability. If you don't talk enough to round up a man who has fallen asleep with her or her best friend, you don't have the charisma to persuade him. Speaking of which, you're not good at spinning communication.

But orchids have trumpets that they don't have.

Whatever happens, whatever happens, there are family members who are certain not to betray the orchid. Arguments, emotions, and objections all overshadow and justify orchids - absolute beings that never hinder orchid plans.

Another way to stop the collision between emotional theories is the so-called modern Japan - especially today's school life, which can be described as a minimalist, majority vote - which is a number of violence.

No matter how many times or tens of times or hundreds of times the number of people who deny it, we will not care about the opinions of those who disagree. You can also pass the crazy man's claim.

A dictatorship in the skin of democracy - an outrage.

Of course, there is a future waiting for the replacement of human beings and for the reformers who retained the overwhelming charisma to stop it.

This time, the orchid is trying to converge classes - roughly speaking, to converge intra-class rubbing.

I'm not trying to make a coup, change the world, or do something magnificent.

Speaking of which, the first stage to return to the original world and to secure a time of peace. We're just taking a step away from the danger of being obliterated.

"Nevertheless, we are going to act together with the person who left behind the scourge - the one who was made to resent and envy. If the darkness touches you, it won't be stylish."

"In the unlikely event that your life will be scattered in the middle of your heart, don't worry, I'll take it back to the original world. I don't want to imagine what you look like when you return, because you don't have any knowledge or experience in embalming.

Spinned in a polite tone, the light mouth of the cymbal can be stopped by sharp rays coming from behind.

Like a laser with a high heat, it just burned out the tip of the laterally facing knot and wooshed away.

"... I'm just kidding too much."

"With a dedicated woman like you, I'm sure he'll be healthy."

While the burnt hair tip is cured with healing magic, the pigeon sees the color and smiles gently.

Didn't you like the reaction? The color distracted your eyes from the powder and said, "Hmm!" and turned to you.

Then he gently walked by the orchid and pressed his arm against his chest.

"Absolutely... don't leave me alone."

"Of course."

Turn your arm around the back of the colored head, and pull it tightly.

A soft limb rich in feminine ups and downs is pressed, with a soft and sweet scent. Though the smell has faded somewhat, it is the body that has loved each other many times while sweating. Along with the sweet scent characteristic of high school girls, there is a dense pornographic smell full of pheromones, which reminds me of the enthusiastic child making behavior that has just been repeated.

Unconsciously, I sniff a tingling smell, but the colors don't even look disgusting, but rather, they push my body with a gooey smell.

I was so excited about her hot breath that I put my face on her neck. The orchid caught sight of the lonely sight shot from behind.

"... that's a nice piece of wood."

Squeeze your fingers - as you say, it's really a sound of gazing at the contact between orchids and color as you stroke your index finger.

Turn back to me with that gaze and turn your attention forward.

An orchid that is filled with colour and imminent to echo. Two high school students in front of their classmates. It was difficult to describe the beauty and beauty - watching the three of them with raw temperatures.

It's hot.

It's hot, isn't it?

While understanding that it is not the pure heart inherited from both mouths, the orchid turns away silently.

I am not illuminated or ashamed. To escape from unpleasant feelings, such as being caught in an eagle deeper in the heart, rather than such external feelings.

The orchid shrugged his shoulders tired as he suddenly turned to reality.

--It was then.

――――――――

"Huh?"

A faint sound (...) struck the orchid's ear.

Reflectively stop and meditate - clarifying your ears.

As I said, it was a small voice like a mosquito. That was definitely someone's voice.

The orchid stopped suddenly, and the colors shouted, "What happened?"

The orchid controls it and rebukes the voice it hears in its head. A familiar voice - the voice of a slightly glossy girl who is unconfident and tends to be reluctant. The orchid was called by his (...) woman (...).

Did you say the cocktail party effect? Obviously, he/she/it called for nothing else - Kirishima Orchid.

If it is a mistake, it will never go beyond that. I can't wipe out the possibility of void ears or mistakes.

But if there is any possibility of that, Someone - if someone close to you is calling for orchids.

"Anyway - you'll find out soon enough...!

The orchid's survival will soon be revealed - tomorrow morning.

There's no need to keep hiding anymore.

If I had noticed, I would have run.

I know the Lord of Voices. She shouts the name of the orchid. There was only reason to be so sure that something unexpected must have happened.

"----no!

As he looks out the window, the orchid runs down the hallway.

Rain particles wet the window glass and make it very difficult to secure visibility. []/(exp, v5s) (1) to distract one's eyes/to distract one's eyes/(2) to distract one's eyes/(P)/I don't necessarily have her in sight. Still the orchid looked for her.

Take off your jacket and run. Keep looking for her with a bite in the window, bloody eyes, and no idea if she's there.

And... I found it.

"... a beautiful bell?

I can't be mistaken for the sailor clothes I spent in the same building for a year and a half.

No matter how similar a uniform is, I know my high school uniform somehow.

To put it further, this is a different world. It's hard to imagine a person wearing sailor clothes other than a classmate.

And above all, other daughters. Orchid can't be wrong about the back of the bell.

I changed classes and started spending time in the same class. Like every day, she was following me with her eyes. I couldn't have made a mistake.

Kirishima!

Suddenly the orchid rushed in, and the colors rushed in.

In the same way, we arrive at the orchid in the order of sounds, chimes, and beauty.

"What's wrong with running out of nowhere?

"I was called. Give her my name."

From the building where the orchids are - just across the street. Including the height difference, the orchids are higher on the side.

Reflectively, tap the window. If this were the first floor, the orchid would have jumped out of here without hesitation.

But the orchids are on the third floor - I don't think any living people who are not ready will jump out of there unarmed and be safe.

"Cat Yama-san called Kirishima-san?

"No, it's not a beautiful bell. I called you--"

The bell that was by the window wandered and vanished angularly. I feel like I just saw a man's uniform for a moment, but it's a myriad of rain-grained sights - sometimes I'm upset, and I can't trust my vision.

I can't do anything. I'm irritated and bite my teeth because I can't handle the emotions that spring up.

It wasn't Mizuki who called the orchid. She needs orchid help, perhaps not here - she may be somewhere else.

In the meantime, she may still be feeling terrified.

"If you're lost, I think it's better to act. In the meantime, tell us to understand."

"I understand that you're in a hurry, but if you don't share the information, you can't lend a hand, not just wisdom. It's easy, so could you explain what happened?

Instead, the orchid breathes deeply once more.

The sound and color are looking at the orchid worryingly.

"... I heard Sayaka's voice." Kirishima-kun. "It was a very small voice, but I knew it was a scream. So..."

The orchid pointed to the opposite building and continued.

I found a beautiful bell in that room.

"Um, the room with the lights on?

The orchid was pushed away, and the colour of his body pointed to the room opposite him.

"I don't think I can hear you screaming from there."

"I wonder. No matter how far away you are, I don't think you'll ever hear Lihua-sama calling me."

"That's just a pigeon. --If you're concerned, why don't you go check it out? My skill is to repeat the short-range transfer with spatial manipulation (Dimension the World) -"

"I don't have time for that."

The breathtaking words of beauty are stopped by the sound of sound without being spinned to the end.

While saying so, the echo quickly resolved the scarf of his sailor's clothes.

A slight color of determination seeps into the cool face, and the tongue pops out from the edge of the mouth.

Before I could think about what was going to happen, Echo glanced at the surroundings and basically began to take off her sailor clothes.

Roll up generously and throw a white chunk into the hallway. With a recoil, the boobs wrapped in blue underwear bounce.

Drop the zipper and remove the skirt. At the same time, the loafers were discarded and thrown into the distance.

Are you excited? Your tongue is falling out from your mouth. Her cheeks are also slightly stained, and her heart or breath seems rough.

Unhesitatingly exposed to irregular underwear, the sound lowers the hips. The chilled floor and buttocks touch. It was colder than I thought, and the sound surprised me for a moment, causing my body to bounce.

But that's just for the moment. Showcasing purple and black striped trousers, the reverberations quickly take off the socks. I take a little time to take off my clothes and throw them at the same time as other clothes.

If there were some common sense people here, they would have said something embarrassing about this act of reverberation - the appearance of underwear in front of the same class of heterosexuals, such as orchids and orchids.

But all of us here - I don't know if Ageha has common sense - are people with one or two habits.

None of us left a comment on the sudden undressing of the sound.

Being watched by four classmates, the sound reached out to the last sanctuary.

Without patrolling, the resounds take off their underwear. Rounded underwear is thrown into a dark hallway.

His underwear, which had disappeared into the darkness, was blinded, and his tongue hung with a satisfying expression.

At last, the sound has gone soundy.

"Phew... Phew"

Zero glossy breaths, the sound stroked her hips.

The sound of stroking your sober cheeks and crawling your tongue in the palm of your hand. With your chest stretched and your crotch shoulder-width apart, shake your hips in a pleasant way.

But the pleasure was melting you down for a little while. The reverberation of his serious expression shouted his skill name as he opened his arms and made a large letter with his naked body.

"Demonization (Crimson Metamorphose)!

The lustrous flesh illuminated by the moonlight is covered with vermilion. Regardless, it was different from the explosion of emotions such as shame and anger.

A black thorn appears at your feet. Mimicking it, it is entangled in a resounding calf, covering your knees and thighs with a dark calf.

A red and black magic currents that wraps around the most important places and the tips of your breasts. As a result, black energy is scattered around your body. The body of the sound of the loss of the darkness was transformed into something far away from the original glossy limb.

The fleshy arms, the soft tits, the slender thighs, and the tight calves are covered with red armor like a burning flame, hidden behind its epidermis.

Even the face of righteousness may have been formed without stirring up fear - hidden in a vicious mask.

If you describe it in the most understandable terms, it is a stunning demon without doubt - the Red Demon (Crimson Auger).

Yellow eyes engraved in an inverted triangle with exquisite hair color that doesn't match gold or brown. The sharp teeth peeking through the two corners of the sky and the edge of the mouth evoke a primitive feeling of fear for the viewer.

A red demon like the one depicted in the scroll exists in front of you with mass.

The orchid breathes unexpectedly into such a dramatic and fantastic sight.

"... hi, sounds?

"Gül....."

The red demon sound of opening his mouth to the ear and stripping his teeth out looked down on the orchid in a demon-like shape.

So I finally realized that the acoustic limb was slightly enlarged compared to its original state.

"--Ikuse, Kirishima"

The orchid was embraced in the chest of the echo before it understood the word, which was inherited with a squeaky voice that was similar to but different from the original sound.

It's a rough, solid chest plate, like a chestnut.

"Echo, what the hell..."

The orchid's doubts were dispelled by the sound of the glass breaking.

The red, robust sound of legs kicked out the rain wet window glass.

Each pier falls off and the pieces of glass scatter like dust.

While holding the orchid in his chest, the Red Demon threw himself under the moon.

Kick the wall and increase flying distance. The sound jumped out of the third floor window, scratching the void and raising a horrible roar.

"Ghhhhhh!!!

At the same time as landing, the roar of sound roars beneath the moon. The roar sounded into the atmosphere and the glass in the front room blew out.

But this wasn't the end of her (...) outrage.

"Wake the Black Flame Magic Wave - Flame Prison Meteor (Raising Meteor)!

A unique chant of black history spins from above.

A flaming meteorite created from a void focuses on the hands of the color. The dark (dark) energy that winds the vortex and creates a chaos (chaos) cosmos (cosmo). A black-fired flame is fired from the palm of color.

"----Injection (burst)!

A lump of red and black flames is pushed by countless meteorites created from the fingertips, flying below the moon like a meteor.

A glimmer of light is engraved into the night hollow. When the orchid's vision captured the line of light, his vision exploded.

Meteors born from the Fire Prison are sucked into the barrier that prevents them from going. Bullet landed. One breath was delayed, and with the blast, there was an incredible roar from the tree spirit.

The overwhelming mass crushes the robust wall. An intense shock wave struck the orchid and his red demon sounds (Crimson Auger).

The reverberation treads more than you can imagine. But it was only at that moment that we stopped the attack. Shake off the rising dust, roar, and rush toward the royal palace.

Sudden local riots during quiet nights. Whether it belonged to maids walking around, there were high screams all over the place.

Was it because of some sort of secularity or because of the roar that accompanied the destruction of the wall? There are a few Kintetsu knights in armor gathering around, probably guarding the neighborhood.

However, the red demon echo holding the orchid was blind to the events that occurred around it, and ran straight ahead like a bullet.

"--Dragonic Metamorphose!

I heard such a voice in the dust that rolled up.

After a moment, the smoke that was swallowing the surroundings is exhaled into the world at night with a local storm.

The sound stops on the spot when a storm blocks the way.

The dust that blocks your vision spreads in an instant. The clear view was of Ryuzaki taking off his uniform and naked on his upper body, winging huge wings stretching from his back.

"--Ryuzaki!?

Ryuzaki wings with upside-down hair and armor scales on the face and chest plates. A dragon, like the mythical dragon, with stunning wings from his shoulders, would be worth describing as a dragon race (dragon newt).

A kind of mysterious sight that breathes unexpectedly. But it was only at that moment that my conscious spear blurred.

Ryujin - Just beside the Ryuzaki wing, you can see a girl sitting in a coma.

Beauty bell!

Did you block the storm and lose it? The bell won't move as it fell asleep.

He jumped out of his chest and ran to Mizuki. Remove disturbed forehair and expose Mizuki's face to the outside world.

When I lift it up, the baby with no neck sitting greets me, and my head falls off my arm. Your body is weakened and heavier, and you're sweating cold. Without hesitation, I put my ear on her chest. It was faint, but I heard a heartbeat.

You must be out of your mind.

The instantaneous relief calms the orchid's mood.

Anyway, the emotions that spring up were extinguished only for a short while.

He saw it.

I sat down against the bookshelf and looked at the high school girl.

The figure of a classmate who relied on a single hope and called the name of an orchid in preparation for his death.

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The moment I saw the sight, something bounced and flew in the orchid.

"Don't give my hand to Shayaka!!!!

The orchid screamed unintentionally whether to recognize the situation or not.

The calming emotions burst out like a fiery fire.

The orchid walks toward the two of them as she keeps the bell ringing until she wakes up.

I interrupted between them and confronted Hiroshi Yamashiro to protect Shayaka.

Neither the sound of the night rain, nor the screams of the maid, nor the anger of the knight, reach the ears of the orchid. The pulsating sounds of blood flow that make your body a heart will wipe out all the noise.

Hiroshi took a rough breath while wearing his buttocks. The eyes run bloody and make you realize that you are not in a normal mental state.

But he's still soaking his toes in the abyss of madness. The winding storm must have blown him away and cooled his head instantly.

It doesn't seem to be enough to grasp the inner feelings of the riots that took place in front of us. During the midnight encounter, I could not afford to recognize the madman who performed the outrage of breaking down the wall and entering.

"... is that all? Why are you here?"

"Because they called me."

The orchid nodded forcefully after seeing the fragrance of Shayaka, who was still unable to stand up.

"Because my girlfriend, Sadogajima Sayaka, called me."

"My girlfriend....."

For a moment, the color of agitation appeared in Hiroshi's eyes.

Is it a surprise that a dead classmate showed up alive like this?

Or are you just stunned by the madman who suddenly shows up and claims that the girl student in front of you is hers?

Kirishima girl? I don't think so. Instead of her, she doesn't even have an automodality. She always pretends to be sleeping alone, and there's a dark, dark Kirishima island. Rise and shine. --I 'm not complacent.

What happened to your usual calm smile?

With a mad smile, Hirokatsu Yamashiro fires a scornful gaze at the orchid.

"You, right? Someone who thinks you're seriously rejecting a woman pretending to be in trouble because she's a little overwhelmed. I have to help a girl who pretends to be troubled by a handsome boy, or he's burning with a misguided sense of purpose.... if you're just delusional in your brain, you can't really move into action. Don't you realize you're a funny stupid bastard playing a hero by mistake without being able to objectively see yourself?"

Hongsheng made a stunning laugh as he turned his fingers around his temples.

From the time the orchid left the class until now. The orchids don't know what happened to him or what kind of situation he was in. It was Orchid's candid feeling that he seemed to have no one to talk to.

"--Kirishima"

The orchid regains itself when it is called to sound with an insensitive voice.

The boiling emotions calmed down and finally regained reason enough to grasp the surroundings.

Several footsteps are gathering.

Miscellaneous - No, it's not that calm. It's an aggressive footnote with obvious hostility.

The sound of metal rubbing against each other. A call from a group of men to boost morale. And...

"What are you doing at night? Blooming, I'm a little sleepy!"

"Night raids are cowardly people. If you want to fight, you just have to come straight from the front."

Did you wake up with a roar and gather with wild horse guts?

Or were they driven into a midnight tragedy as a thousand military weapons per horse?

Saints with offensive skills, such as Sakuya and Kanami, come into sight.

Of course, it wasn't just the girls who came together.

"Shit... What's going on at midnight?"

"It looks terrible. It would be enough to bury such a robust wall under a blow, so the enemy would be quite powerful."

An unusual combination - Takeo Shinkaki and Eiichi Gigane - rush into the mix.

The collapsed walls - the two who came from the garden looked at the brown hair JK standing in front of the scattered walls and stopped looking surprised.

"... ah? Isn't that a piece of wood? What are you doing here?"

"Mikorin...? Besides, what seems to be there is Kiryu Inn in Queenshill, right?

Lihua's space manipulation - one of the capabilities of the short-range transfer is repeated, and the three people who visited the scene of the tragedy and the two names of Shinagaki Gigane confront each other.

"Did the Knights call you, Mikorin?

"... no, it's not like that."

Takeo Shinagaki pointed into a hollowed room like a woman wandering around thinking peacefully.

Hideichi Gagane, who was caught up in the act and turned her face to the scene, saw the sight in her eyes.

"Isn't it Ryuzaki? And...."

In front of the red demon who bends down without rolling a waist, the female root unexpectedly wobbles.

But he must have been a saint trained in the royal palace for the last few months.

I've never seen him (...) or a woman (...).

"Isn't that a Oniwa? Why are you demonizing me?"

"Yes, that's right! Why is Ryuzaki turning into a dragon halfway there?

In a somewhat strange situation, the two of them question it.

Anyway, with all this circumstantial evidence, we can largely imagine what happened.

Flashly broken walls. Two saints perverted into battle formation. And standing to watch over it, the three of them are Aya Goshiba, Lihua Queen Gakka, and Yasushiin Kiryu.

It doesn't matter who actually did it. The problem is that all the human beings who make it possible for the walls to collapse here are saints - among their peers.

After seeing the female root looking around in a confused state and Shinagaki scratching her back head in a troublesome manner, the orchid meditated tirelessly in his head imagining the events that would happen from now on.