Elf no Kuni no Kyuutei Madoushi ni Naretanode, Toriaezu Himesama ni Seitekina Itazura wo Shitemimashita

After a few days of New Year's Eve, the city and people regain their normal lives.

Anyway, the sunshine and the harsh air is gone, and the usual days begin again.

But that doesn't apply only to certain species. The species is the subdragon species. That is especially true of the subdragon species of [the noble bloodline].

Shortly after New Year's Eve, they flew to various countries of the world on an airship early in their celebrations. That's to say hello at the beginning of the year.

When it comes to why the world's most powerful species bother to do that, it maintains a balance of power by doing so.

Together, it proves that the subdragon species, powerful enough to hold a nation's military power and Tyman, are sheltering that country by saying they will go and greet themselves early in the New Year.

In doing so, each country will try to keep its hands off that country alone.

It is the solution produced by the sub-dragon species, who were worried that many of the countries of the weaker sub-races were destroyed by the nations of the human species in a long period of war.

It may seem like such an easy thing, but this has a lot of power, and thanks to it, there is no such thing as a subracial country that has perished outside the last hundred years of financial collapse.

Therefore, while the number of species of the subdragon species is low, we all divide up and greet the small countries of the world and repeat ourselves to the next country.

This is another tough task, and it takes about a month from the start to the end of the New Year right away.

When it's over, the subdragon species can finally relax on New Year's Eve in its true sense.

Of course that little dragon princess has done such a tough thing.

Many countries wish to receive its asylum, as Nightshade is particularly known as a militant among the subdragon species.

So I did my best to walk east and turn my little body around to show majesty and look at the subracial countries.

Naturally, I can't just say hello right away, so I have to eat enough of each country's specialties. My stomach is pounding with shame.

Night dresses that would further polish the shape of the toddler girl were stripped and scattered in the airship's own room with luxurious decorative dresses that were updated each year just to greet the New Year.

"I'll sit down sloppy," says the samurai Gallo with a troubled face as she cleans it up.

"That's about it. Yep... ahhh, I was inclined."

He said so and poured his gastrointestinal medication into him with a nutritional drink at night when he was exhausted to continue to receive a hard greeting and a mixed gaze of fear and respect.

Trousers and tank tops alone are lollies cute, and any inferior species here would be about to be attacked soon.

At night when I had been too busy with the inferior species to meet them for a while, I was going to die of loneliness. The dragon knot on the pubic bone, hidden by magic so that Gallo wouldn't find out, is so painful for loneliness.

At night when I was busy at New Year's Eve and didn't get a kiss, a hug, or a good kid, I was seriously about to get withdrawal symptoms.

"... I want to see you."

"Did you say anything?

"I don't want to take anything. Which country is next?"

Gallo examines the schedule and tells him the name of the country. And when I heard that the next in the country I was going to was Seimrad, the night rose Gabba.

Next in the country I'm going to now. That said, if we finish two more countries by evening, we can stay overnight in Seimrad.

I calculated instantly that at night, he panicked and let me put the dress back on.

"Oh, hey! Tell the captain to pick me up!! Maximum ship speed!! Lots of steering wheels!!

"What? Um, Master Hii?

"Don't do it! No sudden cancer then!!

Gallo went to the captain's office to tell the squatter to hurry the ship in confusion at night when he was in a wasted state.

In the room where he was alone at night, he snorted and smiled for a long time in his face thinking about tonight.

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That night when that happened. Princess Dragon was headed all the way to Seimrad with her wings flapped.

Because I've eaten quite a bit of time in both countries, I'm going to say to Seimrad tomorrow morning.

Of course it couldn't have been accepted, so when I got out of the boat, I went to see Keith alone.

The outfit is not the usual dress, it's that gossip outfit Keith made for me.

Gosloi clothes that were made billy, but he was in a hurry to re-sew them, the tenacious person who broke them to get in the mood for a crying night. Yes, that dad is great at cooking as well as sewing.

The rough sewing goth clothes in the shade had been elevated to the selling level, and the place was somewhat complicated at night, but I was still happy that it had been fixed.

He's a dad who doesn't realize that what he fixes is a gift from a man, and he's wearing it to please him.

Keith told me that Keith was cute again the night I changed into Goslori clothes, which I fixed by horns, and I wanted to be hugged full and rushed to Seimrad.

It was even kind of fantastic to say the girl who runs the night sky with her skin membraned wings with gossip clothes.

That's how when the girl dragon visited Keith's room without difficulty slipping through the defensive junction of the palace, as usual, there was no one there.

At night as he entered the room on his own with metastatic magic, he also searched the bathroom and bathroom, and sat in bed with his lips as a letter to when he found out Keith was not there.

"What! Non is in the corner like this...... Anyway, Nia or Aisha again... or anywhere else...... Hmm!

Hanging her legs and squirming in a grumpy mood, Night Xu twitches and weeps at the pity she never sees when she comes around the corner.

He was crying that the princess of the most powerful race in the world would not meet a man.

You thought you felt sorry for the boulder yourself, and at night, when he threw himself out to bed to delude himself, he leaned down and smelled Keith.

There was as much female shadow in the bed as it was in the bed stained with sweat, sebum, and ossan odor pouring from Keith's entire body.

At night, when I saw it with the eyes of God, I knew it was normal, so I closed my eyes and concentrated only on the smell.

The smell of Keith, the scent he loved, the night he sucked in with Suhar Suhar Suhar, patterned his tail as he leaned down.

I feel wrapped up in Keith when I'm doing this. The loneliness, which is not real, but still not met, faded away a little.

"Ki-soo."

The night when he was feeling Keith with his name squeaking and his eyes closed, he fell asleep as he was due to the tiredness of the day and the fatigue of the fast flight to Saimrad.

That figure of sleeping with Suyasuya was innocently adorable and did not look like he had come to this country in the end held by a man.

It was not long before the date changed that Keith returned to the room without knowing anything.

This wasn't something I adored about Nia or Aisha or Berna, it was purely my job as a court magician.

As I started work, I was forced to check the fine junctions in the morning and manage my magic gear, besides inspecting the pool, and then I had dinner, so it was time to go home.

Even though I'm an easy-going court magician, there are times when I have work to do, and that's a struggle because I'm mostly coming together.

That's about the minute I'm usually lazy, I'm kind of uncomfortable with what the facial demon told me, and yet Keith, who's finished it all, snapped his neck and opened the door to the room.

The room was already lit, but I thought Lou must have turned it on and looked for him with his gaze, and there was a dragon instead of a cat.

"Wow!? Oh, that? Yao?"

I give Keith a surprise and a voice, and at night he answers nothing while asleep in bed. I was totally burst asleep when I approached terrified.

Keith toweled as he thought he was going to do it to the little one who wouldn't stop coming to the room all of a sudden after many times, taking care not to wake him up and headed to the bathroom.

I thought you'd wake up by the time you came back from the bath.

Masters of martial arts wake up with even a few signs and say they will avoid any enemy attack. Then you should wake up noticeably to the sound of a bath. That's what I thought.

But what Keith saw back from the bathroom was Princess Dragon's Lori cutie lying on her side and sleeping round like a baby.

Getting just a little nervous about how far he was cut in peace, Keith approached the side and stroked the cheeks of the nightclub.

"Yah. You're not going to wake up?"

"... Funya... Mmm, Munyu"

At night Keith called his name small and kept touching his corners and fingertips. When that fingertip went to his tail, Night's Eve shouted a cute voice I hadn't heard much of before.

This voice with the defenselessness of sleeping. It is powerful enough to wake Keith's beast.

"Ya ~... you won't wake up ~?... I don't care how many times I tell you not to go into people's rooms on your own. For little ones who fall asleep on their own... I'll be playing a prank ~"

It's a terribly evil word, but Princess Chibi Dragon didn't wake up from tiredness and reassurance. Keith slowly began to squeeze it into his mouth when he took his hand at night, assuming that this was permission.

Small dragon hands with sharp nails covered in hard scales. Lick it peppy and crawl your tongue to your finger crotch.

Lori, Keith, who performs the lowest act of licking her daughter's fingers flat,

"Nocturnal fingers...... chip, pepper, pepper...... good, pepper...... I like this hardness, yeah"

I even crawled my tongue until my fingers swept as I said something perverse. "Ugh," he roared, frowning at the root of his eyebrows as he slept, feeling his fingertips licked around.

I dreamt I was fighting a weird software creature and my body shivers bickerely, too. Still not awake at night. Keith deluded his five-finger saliva, taking off his pants and removing his penis.

shriveling it with his own saliva. Shaking it with his wet night hands, Keith, overlaid with his own hands on top of it, began to move back and forth with Cicosico.

"Whoa... Dragon Hand Onaho...... oh, my little hardness...... pretty good...... ooh"

Keith shook his spine at the feeling as he began the worst act of handling his tiny little dragon hands instead of his onaho.

If you focus around the geese neck and make it sicco, the lead increases the slip about your hand. I made it treat there even bigger.

The reptile-like interior of his hand was soft while leaving a bite and stiffness, and this unique feeling daunted Keith.

"Ya... on your own in people's rooms... Ugh, you're a bad kid... you bad little bitch... I can't believe it feels so good to be here... so, ooh!! Take it!!

If he's a bad guy, that's definitely about the inferior species replacing the girl's hand with an onaho.

But as it stands, no one could stop this evil act, and Keith continued to use the hands of the most powerful species in the world for inferior deeds.

Let him grip the turtle head in and rub it in a little, then move it to the scrotum to stimulate the balls. Then let him stroke his back muscle and tickle his geese neck with his index finger.

The little fingertips do not stimulate the sexy bands, and the innocent face of the sleeping nights adds to the sense of disloyalty.

The feeling that he was playing a prank made Keith's spine a zoster, and the heat of the sarmen liquid that was coming in flattened his roots.

"Oh, okay... wow, this... yah... kimo, yah... oh, it's great because... yah!! Ugh!"

Keith let the tortoise head, which was stretched to its limits, treat him hard at once, stuffing his breath as it was and exhaling his desire.

Big! Big!! Dobby! Dobby!! Dobigu!! Bi! Bi! Byu!! - The male liquid that came out in such a way that it was stuck in the face of the night.

Yellow and cloudy, it drips from the cheeks of the night sleeping sideways to the lips of the talari. Keith took the tissue as soon as it sucked, but before that, he licks the semen that Nightingale passed on to his lips with a pepper.

The night he licked and drank the smelly male liquid, he smiled small with his eyes closed. I guess the taste and aroma of my favorite milk delighted this lollivitch.

Keith, who was shot in the chest by the filthy cuteness of it, rushed to wipe the samen off his face and moved quickly to his lower body.

Roll up the towel kettle I called for you. Then roll up your skirt, too. At the base of the leg wrapped in knee socks were panties with cute frills.

Keith, with his face there, smells careful not to wake him up. There was a dark smell of the girl's sweat steaming at night when she hurried in and hadn't taken a bath.

"Sweet Dew... Seriously Sweet Dew... Little Kid No-manko Stinks or Seriously... This is all 10 shots is good"

Usually when I do this, I'm like, "What are you doing?" and the night when I bumped my leg, but now that I'm asleep, that's not true either. So Keith, sniffing around in peace, flew only his panties with metastatic magic so he wouldn't find out.

The smell gets darker as soon as possible and drifts out to the pee smell. It smells like piss at night that helps with all injuries and illnesses.

Keith, who forced a single leg of the nightcap to sleep sideways, moved his tongue out of his mouth and peppered as he swallowed his saliva into the pink female organ that appeared there, keeping his face close and slowly starting to lick it.

I was still sleeping at night, but still got goosebumps with a "hiccup" in my voice for the feeling that my sweaty, steamy Omango could lick me.

Keith, who would wake up to the boulder any more, couldn't stop thinking about it, began to thoroughly enjoy the dark flavour of the medium mucosa by pressing his tongue against a closed crack.