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Yumi's voice.

“Ahh... Thank goodness."

A sigh of relief echoes quickly to check that you are properly dressed. Fortunately, I was fully clothed.

Yumi opens her door as if it were natural.

“Yumi, hi. ”

The poem greeted him as he got up from the bed of praise.

“Brother!"

Yumi gladly smiles and hugs the man on the bed. I haven't seen him for a few days because he's busy these days, and I was so happy to see him.

“Yumi, didn't you say you were coming late today? ”

“I broke up early because my friend is going to eat today. ”

“Really?"

“Yes.”

Yumi stroked the poem's head, face, without even looking at the compliment. I'm so happy just by touching and patting like this.

“Huh? What is this? Sister?”

Yummi, who expressed his affection to the poet, tried to lay the poem on his knees and found a strange garment on one side of the bed.

“Well, that's ……. ”

Praise was overwhelmed and stuttered.

Yumi looked at the praise and picked up her clothes. However, I thought there would only be black reasoning, but in between, the boxer shorts worn by men are soft and fall off.

“Huh? Panties? No way... ”

Yumi's eyes narrow.

“Well, that's ……. ”

Praise was blushing, not answering properly. I couldn't think of any excuse. The panties in between, however, were evidence with sufficient information to infer that the poem and his/her fornication had been committed when he/she was alone.

“What did you do with your brother when I wasn't here? ”

Yumi shouted at praise, not the poem. The eyes were already filled with doubtful praise. Other than the poem, a complimentary room full of men's clothes and panties? Then, of course, it was the poem's clothes and panties. Yumi blushes as she imagines what they did naturally. It was because I was embarrassed just thinking about it.

“Oh, I didn't do anything. ”

Chanting couldn't even see Yummi's face properly because of what he just did in the bathroom and avoided his eyes.

“Well, what are these panties? Why is this here? ”

Yummi shouted, but I couldn't excuse Chan.

“That's why I put it there, because it sucks. ”

When the hymn was too difficult, the poem intervened and told Yumi.

“Yes? Your brother? ”

“Yeah. I was sweating so much earlier, I was going to go home and wash, and the compliment was that no one was home, so I washed here. ”

“Hey, stop here? Why, why? ”

Yummi looked embarrassed at the words of the poem that he had washed here, and he looked at the poem with worried eyes about how praiseworthy he was to say it all.

“I thought I'd be late to take Chan home. Actually, I was supposed to pick up a nice bicycle yesterday and give her a compliment today. ”

“Really?"

“Yes.”

“You just took a shower? ”

“Yes.”

Yumi decided to believe the true and innocent expression of the poem speaking with her eyes. I found conclusive evidence that Panties of the Apocalypse came from the room of praise, but I was also nervous when I explained it in a logical way like this.

However, Yummi glances at praise with suspicious eyes, as it was not completely cleared of doubt. Then praise dodges my eyes. Obviously, it was hard to say anything because everything was so suspicious, but there was no clear evidence.

“But the bike? What about me? ”

The bike was a problem when the panties went over. Yummi was a little jealous of the words of the poem that said he would give me a compliment. The poem was a little upset that he had to ride the bicycle first, but he didn't say anything to himself.

The compliment was a little relieved as the panty problem was resolved and the conversation turned into a bike all at once. It would have been a big deal if it had been stretched out with panties all the time.

“Yumi needs a ride, too. So I guess I'll pick you up Monday when Yumi finishes school? ”

“Really?"

Yumi's expression suddenly brightened up.

“Yes. I'll buy Yumi some food while we meet, and I'll give you a gift. ”

It was a carrot to avoid Yumi's suspicions. The poem still didn't want Yummi to find out about the relationship with praise. It's an event to finish your degree and prepare Yumi for her 20th birthday.

“Wow, really? You're the best. ”

“Should I pick you up in the car? Do you want me to pick you up on my bike? Yumi, I'll give you what you want. ”

“Ah! That's right. You said you bought a very expensive car. I want to get in the car. ”

Yumi suddenly felt better about going for a drive with the poem on Monday, so she smiled with a full face.

“Okay, I'll pick you up on Monday. ”

The poem smiled and said.

When the work is done, Chan sighs of relief, but at the same time he feels that his debt is poor. I don't know where it went wrong, but the reality of hiding the situation with Yumi was pathetic. Later, Yumi and the poem become together, and I even thought that I might have to meet the poem secretly, avoiding the eyes of Yumi. Of course, releasing the poem for Yumi would be one way, but I couldn't even think of living without it. The poem was already a big part of his mind.

“Oh, and let me wash this for you. Are you okay?”

“Well, yeah. Do it.”

I couldn't help but agree with Yumi. I wanted to suck it myself...... I didn't, but I sighed deeply. I would rather confess the truth to Yumi and ask her if she would like to go out with me.

“Oh, it's already past 6: 20. Brother, let's go. ”

When he saw the clock on the wall, he was startled and said. If we wait a little longer, we might be really late for our shift. No, it was almost impossible to get there on time even if I ran now. Plus, you have to arrive about 10 minutes in advance and receive the handover and switch, so you will be late for work.

“Yes, I understand. Yumi, I'm going. I'll see you Monday.”

“Yes, brother! ”

I left Yumi, who was escorting me to the front door, with praise.

“This is it. Isn't it beautiful? ”

The poem showed praise to Kesron's bicycle, which was set up in an alleyway. Unlike normal bikes, the rich, golden, luxurious materials and glamorous designs set the bike up as a work of art, not a commodity. I could gaze at the body of this beautiful bicycle in wonder.

“Oh, it's beautiful. But isn't this expensive? ”

Admiring the beauty of the bike, praise immediately raised concerns about the price. Recently, the city was a little sensitive to money because the car was so expensive.

“I got it from someone I know. ”

“Oh, really? ”

When I said I got it for free, I sighed of relief.

“Let's go. Get in the back. ”

“Yes.”

The poet sat on his bicycle, and Chan climbed into the back seat and grabbed him by the waist. I just took a shower and the body cleanser smells delicious on my body. It smells sweet.

“Here we go."

The bike slowly starts to move. The faster the user speeds up, the faster the surrounding landscape passes. Praise is the landscape I have always seen, but after riding the bike together like this poem, I could not see the beauty that I had never known before. Yumi's work just made me feel a little lighter. I didn't know what was going to happen, but I had no intention of giving up.

Chant tightened his waist as if he didn't want to let go of the poem.

After the cafe, the poet came home, took a shower, and went with Aru to the concert room at the castle in Quezron. It was to drink azeotropic oil and increase Margie.

I did not intend to drink it all at once, and I planned to slowly increase my internal air over a period of time while drinking approximately 1 ml. Of course, I wish I could mix 8 ml of azeotropic oil and 3 summoning troupes and swallow them all at once and get the internal air equivalent to 78 years, but the reality was not so green.

Now, Margie had been here for about 12 years, but it was unlikely that she would be able to absorb all of that because of the sudden entry of the internal air of 78 years. I had almost died eating a summoner before, and I had no intention of going on such an adventure in the yard.

I didn't have to rush into thinking that it wasn't someone taking me slow.

“Konz, you said you couldn't help, right? ”

The poet who came to the concert hall with Aru asked Konz.

“Yes, even if the Pope is hurt or there is a risk of life, I cannot intervene directly. ”

So far, he had no idea that Konz was able to interfere directly with himself. You had access to items, instructions on how to use them, but you couldn't give Conz full recovery potions, ask him to use them when he was in danger, etc.

That's why, when he transformed his body, he was so painful that he encouraged Konz to cheer for him. However, it was possible to bring Aru to the concert hall because advice such as "Aru" or "This is a very dangerous moment."

“Then tell Aru if I'm in danger. Okay?"

“Yes, I understand. ”

Cornes replied to the poem.

“Aruya, if you take this potion and Corns tells you to feed it, you can feed it with my mouth, okay? ”

“Yes, brother. Don't worry."

The poem took a fully recovered potion from the subspace and gave it to Aru. The fully recovered potion was contained in a beautiful gem that emits a mysterious light, not a typical glass bottle. The bottle for containing the potion was incredibly luxurious.

[Full Recovery Potion. A potion made with fruit from the original tree. Even if your heart bursts and all your organs are ruptured, drinking only within 24 hours results in a miracle of a complete recovery. However, you must drink this potion to receive life, so if it is cut off or destroyed, you must spray it and restore it to perfection. If you just let me drink the potion on your throat, it won't work. Let's be careful.]

Once again, the poem asked Aru to sit on a flat black stone with a complex circuit diagram.

I started running like my heart was bursting because I had suffered a great deal before. I took out a bottle of azeotropic oil from the subspace. Tension rises dramatically, causing cold sweat to flow from the forehead. It was in a bottle of luxurious material I had never seen before, but I couldn't afford to pay attention to it.

Once he swallowed the saliva, he picked the bottle and put the azeolite oil on his mouth. The amount to drink now is approximately 1ml. Roughly 20 drops of water. Drinking this alone will give you an enormous internal air of 6 years.

It depends on his life, so he drank 1ml of copper oil with extreme care. However, after eating it, I did not feel that it was right to drink 1 ml. I thought you might not have just touched your mouth and drank just a little bit more, but you were still very relaxed. Obviously, when I drink the azeotrope oil inside, I have to feel like I'm getting wet in my mouth, or like I'm getting blue, or something cool, but there was nothing like that at all.

The poem raised the bottle of azeolite oil on his mouth a little higher.

“Mr. Pope, you may not feel much like drinking it because it absorbs into your body all at once. So you have to be careful! ”

“What?"

The poem was startled by Konz's words and immediately took a small bottle of azeolite out of his mouth. The heart starts beating explosively with an ominous feeling.

The scared expression looked into the bottle. Unlike before, there were no drops of azeotropic oil left.

The face of the poem turned blue at once.

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Have a nice day.