Gang of Yuusha

Flambange Laurier celebrated her eighteenth birthday, but did not intend to graduate from St. Felices College for Women.

Born with the eldest daughter of the local class (Gentry), there is only one reason why she stays at the College for Women.

It is about fear of political marriage, to maintain and play with the identity of the apprentice, to prolong youth even temporarily.

St. Felices, who uses the classroom system rather than the age system, treats a small number of people into groups, so it was possible to call them such bystanders as long as tuition fees were included.

Although nominally to make them receive an education compatible with their respective qualities, the inner matter is still different.

It is also to be separated from nobles and civilians, and has the aim of avoiding unnecessary trouble caused by a malbalance of power.

The consideration is that while you are a student in the same class, you should not create a relationship such as a servant and husband.

That's how it's classed, but not sweet enough for everything to be carried as well as good as the good sense people think. Any system will show up somewhere, blurring its original appearance and collapsing.

- Laurier has been inclined to horseback riding since childhood and decorated the flag of glory at regional competitions.

Naturally, he also joined the horseback riding club of St. Felices.

I spanned my proud bloodline horse. Chanted as no enemy, it was everyday to hear the servant's good ginger in ear and comfort.

But.

The Horsemen of Error Knife Town were not sweet enough to give a fart to a country lady.

They compete for each patron.

It doesn't matter so much if life is on the line and the other person is noble.

There was fairness there that hated political rush, and it had become a sacred place for humans who loved the truly fast.

At the annual horse racing tournament called Error Knife Stakes, Laurier licked the flavor of defeat.

I didn't have exceptional arms in the first place.

Nineteenth of twenty if you open the lid.

It was a number of humiliations.

- This is where the problem starts.

If you lost to the men, just bite your strength and you're done.

Interpretation, woman's body.

I could successfully delude the public that I couldn't beat a man by force.

What I couldn't forgive - the same St. Felices female student shined in third place.

Civilian horse keeper woman. An unwelcome dirty woman who usually washes clothes all over horse shit while scrubbing laundry boards in the laundry. A woman who stinks of a sense of life full of scuffs has won over herself.

Laurier murdered a third-place girl, upside down in hatred and unproductive rage.

All I had to do was call my servant.

Without the grid of guilt, without tainting any hands.

All you have to do is order the evil and it's all over.

Scattered, traces of abuse by rogues remained on the bodies floating in the river.

Laurier saw the body and thought she was going to be nauseous. No, I regretted not being able to face the terrible tragedy.

In retrospect, I was born with no aversion to human cruelty.

Maybe that was the preference.

Since then, Laurier has preferred watching people hurt and make them suffer more than anything else when there are people she doesn't like.

I just hit my shoulder in the hallway, I just didn't care how the paper was distributed, I just looked blurry, and for such trivial reasons I went to hell with a bunch of students, but these days I was targeting St. Felices female students who work in whorehouses.

No hesitation arises in humiliating the lowlife who paints mud on his wonderful love school heart.

Rather, I even feel as sublime as I am purifying sin.

Conscientious Pre-Construction is acceptable to friends.

Because cruel joy is something that hisses in everyone's chest.

"Oh, Mr. Misers. Is that the limit already?

The unbridled naked girl was losing her mind as she was stretched out on a Y-shaped cross.

Her hair was shortcut and a town daughter everywhere, but her white skin was carved with cuts, bruises and some signs of beeswax dripping.

The wrist has a red mole and the remnants of desire are flowing out between the crotches.

The horizontal indoor had incense trees burned.

It was filled with a terribly sweet odor, the room temperature was high, and there was a mixture of hot air near the ceiling.

One of my tenacious servants was sweating and mouthing the middle potion.

The other holds back beside Laurier to await instructions.

Both are wearing goat-surface masks and don't give them any expression.

I originally just called it a male organ, because I don't need to give it any particular personality.

Laurie snapped at Misers' face when she took the water. "Ugh" I hear a lot of noise.

"Hey, Laurier. Use our servants, too."

"Yes, yes. I mean, it's a little dull."

"I'm tired of this pattern."

I heard a noise from the bathtub.

The bathtub present in the room is made of brass and has a large number of soaking specifications, and by the way, hot water is stretched.

Water was constantly fed from the piping to keep the temperature, with water overflowing the tile indentation.

Laurier's three friends were sipping champagne but letting their respective servants massage their hands and feet. Boiled hands and feet are glossy and glossy.

Eighteen or so older than Misers around the age.

It is a residual group of selfish daughters, just like Laurier.

Servings of luxuriously served alcohol and fruit have erased the expression and carried it.

Some of the prostitutes from St. Felices shrunk frighteningly on the wall.

They are the next pawns, a tool for switching and playing.

There was no way I could go against the Lauriers, the whorehouse guests, and I was about to cut my life off with gold.

If it works, I get a lot of money just because I feel a little sore. There is also such fine hope.

Everyone was young, and there was an odd evil drifting further than the minute they were innocent faces.

"Hey. What do you think, Mr. Misers? Seems like a lot of people want to use your holes.

"Yes... keep it full"

"You're not."

"The lowly female cat has a platter... I can't help but want a man's dick"

"Ha, you really can't be. I'm disappointed. I can't believe people like you go to the same school."

Pan flat handed attacked Misers. Traces of red Momiji can be raised. A tear spilled, and Misers dashed.

Having seeped pleasure with his good face, Laurier took the play and looked around at the friends in the room.

"What shall we do, gentlemen? Mr. Misers is cheerfully complaining for a fortune."

"I need to make you more money."

"Why don't you let him naked and let the man in the city fool you?

"Why don't you put it in the slam toilet for a day?

"Lots of suggestions. Good for you, Mr. Misers. Shall I use the bathroom? Oh, Mars. Carry him."

"Because the ladies take their feet, too?

"No way. Keep an eye on you and report back later. Ead, come on, bring the next one."

Misers was removed from the cross, but he was rattling his teeth with fear.

It fills me with despair when I think I will be naked in the public toilet in the cold weather and held by a thin dirty man.

There is a strong possibility of getting sick, and there is a risk of pregnancy.

In the first place, whether you can go home alive......

Ead, who was a doorman, stood in front of the two shrinking between the walls as he stood silently.

Either was not specified, but he suddenly grabbed his throat by a man's hand as he tried to take the arm of a female student nearby.

A long, stretched arm.

It feels out of place from anyone's eyes.

"Eid?"

The vertigo and force go in. My muscles are condensed.

Eed fainted immediately due to a lack of acid in his grip, but still did not try to leave his arm.

My skin ripped and my fingers ate in, and finally my throat burst. The balloon sounded like a cracked and the bloodshed rose, separating the head and torso of the pungent eed. My arm finally broke out of the door where my bones were crushed.

Everyone was silent and the place was calm.

sleigh and a man came in. A bottle of dried potion in your hand.

The brunette blush haired man was a ton of red torso color. He had eyes. The colour of every eye changes with restlessness. As the sun shifted, the darkness was changing.

My eyeballs moved. I laugh when I find Laurier.

"Dude... you're the woman who put muddy water on me. God, thank God for this reunion."

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"Ladies, please step back"

We'll take care of this place.

Binding tall servants who perceived signs of struggle stood in front of Shoji.

The good housemaids were surprised by the intruder, but immediately stroked their breasts down.

Because I understood it was just Shoji and Lorelei whose opponents were rallied. It's a strange story to move into two rogues.

With his intoxicated, decadent face, Shoji spread his hands.

Exaggerate like a clown.

In a slightly vertiginous, hip-crushed position.

"You're welcome, brother. You all die, but I love it. I love you! So I'll rip you like cheese"

"Fuck you, Junkie!

Sometimes the opponent was powerless, or a servant who hardened his hair with wax tried to give Shoji's face an iron fist.

Fluffy, thousand-footed, but flickered, his extended left arm and defenseless side are grabbed.

Shoji took the power of the Spirit to peel off his left arm.

"Let's go. Yeah, yeah!

"Ugh... hey, wait, hey, hey, hey!

If that was a scream, there was no more screaming.

After the sound of buckwheat, buckwheat, the sound began to sound like a burrito that tore the fabric apart.

My servant's clothes are torn apart by the overwhelming force of his arms, which protrude the red muscle fibers of his left arm, separating his arms like pins and tense strings.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey!

"Ghaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Keeping his face close, laughing at his heels and shouting bullshit, Shoji butchered his servant's left arm.

The fibers of the muscles stretched and drowned, and the cross section bled out.

Severe bleeding rolled in and it seemed like the scream would last forever.

Big blood on the floor. A servant who was trying to stop the bleeding with a towel so vain an effort and anyone's eyes could see it fell down after eating a kick at the end.

After releasing the kick, Shoji stared wonderfully at his left arm.

With a red face, he said, "What is this?" Such a vain expression.

Throw it in the corner of the room like it looks like garbage.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa... yah. The power potion was getting old. Damn it, Bud Tripp."

"Hey, what the heck? Eh! Just die!

My servant took out a short gun and fired.

The muzzle sprayed fire, but the bullet is grabbed with pacification and ease.

The operation itself was quick, but I wasn't even trying to look at the orbit.

"I feel so... wait a minute. Give me some water. I have a sore throat."

"Are you kidding me, Tenmei? Yeah!

Shots fired continuously.

The remaining three servants simultaneously took out the short gun, but Shoji jumped the neck of the man in front of him beautifully with a knife.

He burst in with bullets all over his body, grabbed one gun and moved it by his hand, stuck a muzzle in his throat, pulled the trigger and bounced off his head.

The other bravely tried to slash him with a short knife of nostalgia, but he stepped to the right and was sent.

Shoji used his footwork to release the left jab, and as he pushed it to the wall, he finally put his hands on both shoulders and put his head poke in.

My squire's forehead crumbles and my blood twitches and seeps. He opened his mouth and his relaxed body lay down on the ground again.

"Misers! Are you okay?"

"... Oh, thank you"

The girl who was about to lose herself was flabbergasted when Lorelei held her from side to side.

I couldn't seem to keep my head on the miserable show.

It has the same flavor of Laurier and a half-open mouth.

"Hey. Lorelei. When is Laurier? I don't know if you and Roe are wearing it."

"Darling, after all, the potion is not good for you, so you should go. You're completely out of your mind."

"I know. Hang on, I'll drink this booze and get back to sanity."

Shoji, who was still likely to fall, took control of Lorelei with his hands, while laying his arms on a table with fruit on it, glazed at the champagne glasses as he glanced forward, drinking very much one after the other.

When one drinks up, he mouths off with his shirt and exhales softly.

"Ok...... ok. I'm fine. So, which daughter am I supposed to kill?

"That guy."

"Behold! Wait a minute, Mr. Lorelei! What resentment do you have against me?

"That's right. You don't have any grudges, but it's not a good idea to kill."

"Darling, have another drink. Go back to your sanity. Please."

"Oh, oh... that's good. This. Nice beer."

"Calm down?

"Oh, I'm fine now. Yeah, I'll have you pay for killing Misers, Lord Dachi of Lorelei, Laurie!

I'm not dead.

Though he pointed slightly at him, he was denied from behind and Shoji held his head with both hands.

"Damn! All those women around your mouth! I'm starting to hate you!

"Darling. It's okay. It's okay...? I'll do it later. You can rub your tits, too. You can do whatever you want with me. Now do your best."

"... Oh, oh... I'm fine. In the meantime, you just have to kill Laurier, right? So, when was it?

She nodded gently in the face of the Mercy Mother as Shoji turned her attention to Lorelei as she was completely insane.

"That guy."

"Okay. Bye, yeah... is that Lee?

"Wait, please wait. I am the Associate Baron."

Laurier's words, misnamed, did not last until the end.

Because Shoji fisted and thrust all over the girl's throat.

Wooden windows are smashed and flown outside with the wooden edge - falling to the ground in the first place, wondering if they floated in space.

Diving into cobblestones from the fourth floor above the ground could not have helped, and Laurier, who slammed his back on the ground, moved his neck around with the face that he could not believe what had happened to us, but it was lightly cut off.

"Hi-no!

"Please, help me"

"Wow, we didn't do anything. I was just following that girl!

The bubbly girls, who watched over their accomplishments, rushed to start begging for their lives. Shoji tilts the glass even more and consumes the alcohol, throwing it away cold as he gets drunk.

"I'm sorry, but I'll kill no witnesses left. Everyone in this room."

"No, darling. 'Cause then we're gonna die, too."

"Oh, yeah... yeah... Ugh, what am I supposed to do? I don't know anything."

Suddenly, driven by emotions that pushed him from somewhere, Shoji sat in his chair like a lost child.

Place your hands on your knees and cry with a pounding.

Overdose potions tend to blind you to all the effects that make your emotions expensive, but sometimes you can shake them off in a negative direction as well.

Not to mention Shoji's qualities are disproportionately influenced by the potion.

It can also be described as an inescapable reaction.

Shoji shook his head as he muddled his overflowing tears with his fingertips.

It is depressing and is about to become half-indulgent.

It's beyond my control because it has more power than a furious gorilla.

"Low. Is this the guy?

Misers' doubts, which were nestled to lean against Lorelei, were natural.

Because a big adult is squirming, and he's also the savior who saved himself.

"Ugh... it's my darling, but he seems a little emotionally unstable. I need to cheer you up...... hey you guys"

Lorelei stopped the bubbly three as they tried to escape. That's how I get an evil grin.

"Squeeze him. You're good at it, right?"

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Shoji was blurred when he saw the naked girls licking, shuddering and shaving in place of their own penises.

I had the illusion that you were daydreaming. Oddly enough, my body is warm.

It looks like it's about half soaked in a bath. A naked Lorelei sitting in a bath kettle is looking at Ferratio and saying "heh, here's what we're gonna do" or something.

"Hey... what is this?"

Sounded like a cub, her brown-skinned shortcut daughter sparring to ejaculate. Service while making obscene noises is something I've gained a lot of experience with. Blue eyes are teary-eyed, but I know exactly what a man feels.

My hands and legs are also tangled with my maiden's twisted corsage skin. There was also a female student who plumped her special soap into a bush that left her light and washed her arms with her groin.

"Darling, you did your best!

Lorelei strained his less irregular chest. I thought you had breasts, but apparently you were using a pat. No. It's a kid.

He puts one hand on his hips and laughs like a kid who played a prank.

"So... the ladies are serving me?

"Huh. Use this pot of meat anytime. No."

"I'll do anything, so only life"

As you say, no.

I don't know - five nudes lined up, but Shoji didn't really keep up with the expansion.

The penis is erect, and I'm sure it's still tall enough to ejaculate, but the five of us can't deal with it a bit. He himself was destructive because of his personality, but not insane, and his sexuality was people-like and commonsense.

A woman with curly hair over a portion of her blonde right head stopped Shoji from shaking her fingers, spanning her waist and accepting a penis in her vagina.

I guess it's because I'm getting plenty wet in the lotion.

The internal condition is good. The secret meat is done, and it converges well.

Slowly, but gradually gaining momentum, the twists and hips move nasty. It's a move I'm moving for a man more than my own pleasure.

Enjoying the feel of warm and wet meat, he put on both soles and switched to piston exercise. To encourage ejaculation.

"Huh, duh, what do you think... yours is so big and lovely"

Spank, spank and float your ass. The beating motion invites desire.

Though it would be perfect if the expression did not reveal fear rather than pleasure.

"Don't say it like you put it on... just let it go"

"Huh. Wow, I see."

The curly haired schoolgirl swung her ass in sweat. I'm on my way. Pong fell out, changed my blood phase and rushed back in.

Check the face of the slightly dreaded man, shake his bigger ass again, horrified that there is no blame for Shoji.

Skin that was exposed to the light of the ceiling has developed, and the skin tone that was sweating and water is tingled with thin rashes and Zhu.

"Darling, Chu"

"... oh"

If it's about a kiss - I've turned my face when I'm alarmed, Lorelei's been putting her tongue in. They try to get tangled up even more.

"Ah, ah, ahh, ahh... Phew"

I let myself be comfortable and ejaculated. There is no resistance.

Beating her vagina, as she flushed it off, the curly hair left the spot, and the next red-haired daughter, who was washing her arms in her groin, began to clean her penis, which was tangled with semen.

He has a drooling eye and offers the tip of his long hair. It looks so relaxed to me that I don't look like I'm taking part in the bullying because I seem nice.

"This time I will."

"Oh, come on, please."

Not what I wanted, but Shoji responded appropriately and the red-haired female student began to take it in the same pose as the curly hair.

He also inserts his penis into his vagina in the same way and makes it gnaw for a while, crouching and shaking his ass along the way, switching to a piston that boosts ejaculation.

It's a homogeneous procedure as if it were a businesswoman, but there was sadness in assuming that even for them it was more than just accepted by Shoji and passed once.

"Cheeky...... darling. These guys can be used for business."

"Ah."

Lorelei only came with an obstinate kiss, but it wasn't bad because it irritated the mucous membrane of the tongue.

As a matter of concern, Misers looked angry later. It could be anger at having my best friend taken, or an affront to a man who swoops his groin at anyone.

"Darling wants to make money with potions, right? Then we'll have to get into the noble people."

"Yes..."

Red hair trembled. Seemed to have reached it before this one reached it. I sat up perfectly, so when I slapped my butt properly, I was hacked, and I returned to my original position, and started waving my butt.

"Don't worry about me. I'll hold the reins. The guy who betrayed me will report it properly, and I know Darling is strong as a monster, so it's okay."

"Why are you helping me so far? You just met him."

"I like you. I don't even know his name, but why not? My breasts sometimes. You kept your promise, and it's my turn next."

Whether or not you deserve to be trusted.

It was hard to judge, but Shoji was beginning to think it was a good idea to leave it to Lorelei.

A second ejaculation came. I was getting drowsy from drinking too much, and I was kind of asexually uncomfortable and wanted to go home and sleep like mud.

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"Oh, my God, is that kid stuck to your arm?

In the hustle and bustle of the dirty 'Red Seagull Pavilion'.

The band tilted the jock as they identified Lorelei stuck to Shoji's arm.

Lorelei played a ball of beer on a leather jean.

It seems to be the first time I have consumed alcohol and I mouth it like I drink a mug with both hands.

"I haven't had a memory since then."

"Darling was awesome after that. It's my first experience."

Shoji, who tells him with a bright blue face as opposed to Lorelei, who dyes his face pout, had asked his friends for help, but the band missed his face.

Stark pretended to be obsessed with flattening the boned meat, and Dordo was holding his mouth open and shrugged.

"I'm serious about stopping the potion just this time. Think of" Sensitive Braves. "

"Relax, Shoji. Whatever it is, you have succeeded in the majority of your business. Let's celebrate that."

"Oh, you're right. The sailor catches his young daughter-in-law and treats him like a whale."

"Wouldn't it be nice to have love?

"Yes, sir. Greetings, business associates!

With a full grin, Lorelei embarked on herself and shook hands with each of them, but Shoji was beginning to deny her existential significance.

I started hoping that I could erase the mistakes of childhood when I got my hands on the potion, and from now on, when I repented, I began to draw my hands and pray.

"No... listen to me. I didn't do it. It's true."

"Darling was a hungry piece of shit. But my shorts got a little wet. But that's what I said."

"All right! Dold, I figured you should be over sixteen."

"Band, why don't we change the table to a mark of rapprochement and have another drink"

I have to get ready to fish, too.

The three friends got tired of cursing and took their seats.

Shoji changed his blood phase and shouted.

"Stay! Lord Dachi!? Please don't leave me alone! Tell me you're not! Please! I don't know what to drink anyway!

Thus.

A bunch of gangsters expanded their sales channels, but they're still far from the road to the big rich.

The more true and false whether Shoji has extended to Cotto against an adult girl, the more mysterious he is.