Gang of Yuusha

The beast, Vulcus, trembled with numbing joy when he was ordained by Châteaux to finish off the brave men of the human race.

I broke my knee and prayed, even if that was by mere instructions, and it just said sayingly in writing.

I spent the night lying flat with offerings on the altar of the Beast God.

That's all there is to loyalty and vision for the Beast King.

Even if you replace your predecessors, you won't shake anything.

Like the wild world, the beast man obeys the strong.

I won't let anyone complain if I defeated him with dignity.

Barcus is a crocodile beast located in a sub-race among the group of beasts.

In fact, it has only green scales, and there is no difference with humans if you just look at them.

In the mouth is hidden the teeth of the goose, though the eyeballs are longitudinal yellow eyes.

I usually wear hoodies even in the summer to hide the scales and wear sleevelength jackets, long socks and overlapping leather trousers.

The tone also preferred discreet blue and tea and black, and he had mastered the manners of living in human society.

It is also to cover up discrimination and prejudice.

He was confident in his stubborn flesh, but quite distinguished himself.

"Hey, are you listening? The princess gave me the Mithrill Steel Dagger. Look at this blade print. It's not gonna happen."

The wingman was speaking as he flew with judgment. The feathers are sounding softly.

Barcus put up with it as he fell into a fed up mood.

Rack, one of the Beast King's men, takes care of the Sprinkler, turns up a curly Homburg hat a few centimeters or so and smiles, making him boast of the treasure knife at hand.

This prize goes on and on about how much money it will be if it sells.

I couldn't listen, but it's natural to monitor the mission, and the free time to wait for the target in the clutter is in the job.

"It's useless. I can't get a reward from His Majesty until I'm done."

Porky must have folded his poisonous nail fingers and worried about finally ending this impudent disrespect.

Vascus fangs and nails are the source of the disease.

Poisonous hands and poisonous teeth soaking up all kinds of poison.

This is an ingenuity that relies on his rare immune abilities.

It will be possible to settle even if the prey is scratched with scratches.

- The higher the beast man, the more he tends to focus on his own abilities.

I also heard that Shoji Quick: The Brave Man of Sensibility (Shock the) (... Braver) is a style of fighting with bare hands, and drank a rack suggesting an unintentional blow.

If the opponent competes alive, he can't take a cowardly hand.

There is some hesitation that this one uses poison hands, but the poison has been familiar to me since I was a child, and it's not poison to me.

But unfairness is on my mind like starch.

Shouldn't you at least kill them until they have a weapon or something? I like that. Whatever. You can give him the Mithrill Steel dagger.

There is also a thirst to fulfill the mandate ordered. It is unacceptable to screw around.

If you don't put on the fold of your heart - Barcus arm-wrapped to be heartless and shut out the murmur.

Rack talking like a broken speaker became a murmur and I could see my mind flattening like a surface of water.

"Hey, I'm here."

"... oh"

The windmill, walking from beyond the clutter, rents a room in Affordable Accommodation to live in.

It was difficult to track down because I wouldn't have a certain dwelling to stay at a friend's house, sleep on a borough boat at the docks, assemble and camp dead trees in the mountains.

Still, he's bound to show his face to the underground guild for the weekend before the holidays.

It's routine to crusade the Warcraft on request, take a leg to the dungeon and bring something back, and rub it with other gangs.

Currently, Shoji was walking carelessly through the long barley bread he bought at the bakery.

Looks like he's having breakfast in disquiet.

Breathing out, Vulcus let himself out in front of the brick path all the time.

The surroundings are wrapped in gray thin pockets.

The cold air wetted the Vulcan scales loosely.

Buildings lined up by block are to such an extent that their contours and colors appear blurry that the outlook is poor.

Even if some noise occurs, it won't make any noise to the surrounding residents......

"My name is Barcus. I'm from the Wads family. You're so quick...... hmmm"

Barcus got stuck, but Shoji didn't try to stop him from walking.

You will naturally bump into each other.

Vulcus did not retreat, but was only slightly surprised and took the form of opening his arms to untie the erection.

- and.

Shoji stopped perfectly a few more centimeters and punched Vulcus' left cheek to pay for the fly.

It didn't weigh in, it didn't have any hips or anything in it - but a hard blow like a whirlwind worked, and it sounded goofy and dull.

Barcus snapped dangerously as he stomped, "Totally," lagging behind the freight road in the middle of the road.

I realized I wasn't being dealt with and burned my face in shame.

Fierce in humiliation. Peel off the hoods of the hoodies to open your vision, breathe your nose and point your arms vertically and numb.

"You! Dust as a warrior -"

Suddenly, a four-wheeled carriage appeared from the rear of the Vulcus, hiding itself in the fog.

The shadow that appeared on the road and the beard. Then the master cut the reins to the side, but it was too late.

The horse refused the unscrupulous demands as he raised his damned voice, and proceeded as he did, so Barcus was crushed and defeated by a giant horse.

There are hundreds of kilometers of horse hooves approaching overhead. The skull was crushed and desperate as it drowned its brains out of its ears.

What remained was an unbroken corpse, and your man had been looking at Vasquez's body for a while, but he hated trouble and chose to hit-and-run.

Shoji, who did not take a glimpse of the Vulcus, found a rack watching him on the wall, raising his hand a little.

"Wow, isn't that a rack? How are you?"

"Oh, wow."

I am not familiar with your face enough to be tacky.

I have also used Shoji since Rack, who raised one hand in the first place, usually carries luggage.

Air services are to expand the information network, as well as the haulier's pocket money.

I never thought I'd be greeted by the person who was looking to assassinate me, but if I could sniff it out, I wouldn't be spared death.

"That sounds like a bad side of the economy. What's wrong with you?"

"Beh, it's nothing. I'm full of energy."

My cheeks cramp when I get a tingle. Rack was trying to narrow down his dying force and keep his place.

It is the devil who kills people in the mood that is in front of him. Even the devil would have thoughts or hesitate to kill some more.

"Something's going to be tough. Still in the front."

"Oh, no, it's nothing like that."

"I hear the king screwed you. Yes, 'the untouchable' Hall Totnakun. Mm-hmm, and I definitely wanted to go say hi because I took care of him."

Rack couldn't tell what emotions were swirling about a face that would not bend its corner and laugh at it. I only feel chills.

He seemed to be looking for revenge, and he seemed to really appreciate it. I don't even want to be sure.

I can't even imagine the contact between Shoji, who was a beast king and a chimp on a cloud, on a rack that has served the palace for over a decade. The war between the humans and the beasts was over twenty years ago.

The roots of the scourge remain, and the revenge for being murdered of his parents and brothers still appears as a case, but the man in front of him doesn't really seem the type to value family love.

If we killed each other, we'd definitely be talking about it, and one of them should be dead.

"Oh, really? The funeral's over."

"Look, I'll do the incense. Give it to me. I don't know, tired."

"Oh, wow."

He was given the nagging note as it was, and the rack tucked away in his nostalgia as he wandered.

"Rumor has it your daughter's going to inherit, so you're going to do a coronation or something sooner or later, right? A grand ceremony featuring fruits and desserts from all over the world. Was it a conversion instrument?

"That's familiar. Oh... I think I will."

The instrument of conversion will take place as soon as it is ready.

Elders - Chatosey cannot be admitted so far without speaking to the wise men of the woods, and at this stage he is only the first king provisionally.

"Let me in, too. Try something nice. It's not like this."

Shoji pleaded as he grabbed the dried bread.

He shows his fangs like a kedamono and is gushing his bread first.

Rack was also struck by a fool who wanted to come in the middle of the enemy's throat. Tens of thousands of beasts gather from all over the place.

If a human race - breaks in as an enemy, they don't just have to be killed.

What kind of mental structure is it? I don't even want to know.

"Come on, you hate the Beast Man"

"Of course, I hate it. But I make a big deal out of it when it's legal and celebratory. Don't get tired if you hate me every day."

There seems to be no falsehood in the words of special victory, which prompts me to "become" affectionately.

"I'd like to invite you, too, but unfortunately... you can't go to the ancient capital, Lara Pazar, unless you're the Beast Man. There is a bond that the heroes once made until they became human pillars."

"Then why don't we break the line?

"Don't be so blunt. I can't do that. Rumor has it that the Great Flame Dragon stormed out of the way. Even if you did everything you could, you couldn't break it."

Shoji nodded in a vocal denial.

Did you just find out that smashing a broken castle hammer doesn't break thin, or try to put one hand in the depressed wind?

"... well, then bring me a souvenir."

"Oh, goodbye, fireman. (Jumping fire)"

As Shoji shrugged his shoulders and unfortunately left, Rack glanced at the body of the road, also against the wall.

I tried not to look, but I had to bury him.

Besides, he might have noticed.

Terrible imagination, but what you wanted to come to the ceremony was to come get your best friend's neck.

No - it shouldn't be that much gunless. There is also a calculated high side.

"I need to take good care of it..."

Hands on the hat. Rack clawed the cigarette. I put too much effort into it unconsciously and chewed it up, throwing it up with anger.

The sales of the alchemist in the direct store of Thrupo Pharmaceuticals have also fallen somewhat. We can't ignore the effects of the Perfect Potion he's judging in the back streets. It is eroding the sales area slightly.

Addicts who were satisfied with mixing (championing) off-the-shelf products are listening to their reputation and reaching out. It's a small thing to think of as a whole, but I don't care.

About three assassins have been wiped out.

Light. I can't hurt my hand.

You can't defeat them without attacking them with greater force.

△ ▼ △

Yeah, hey, hey, Percibel was carrying a packed case of potion bottles to the carrier of a hand-held car as she hung up.

The due date for the round shipment came on the calendar. I have to give the perfect potion to Shoji, the former tightener of the gang.

I still feel like it's because I've been working all night for delivery. He looked down at the soaked clothes in the cauldron charcoal, turned around the borough shed on the triangle roof, and sighed.

"Brother. I don't really come here outside of work."

Point your lips and align your fingertips with a thin chest in front of you.

I know my flesh isn't that well-rounded, and I know I'm a business partner.

I am not dissatisfied with my work.

He also brought exactly the ultra-refined water I asked for.

For some reason I was concerned that the name and serial number of the owner of the drug can had been scraped with yasles and blood scattered at the bottom, but the manufacturing process temporarily breathed back thanks to that.

What if the profits from this shipment are included? I also want to replenish laboratory equipment and buy more drugs.

He also refrains from paying off his debts. I still have to keep saving my daily items - but sooner or later, I want to renovate the store when I get the luxury.

"I'm so lame... that looks like I'm leaning... wow"

If you notice, the overall view of the building is weirdly distorted. The pointy roof is inclined. Observed, suppressing the feeling of wanting to cry.

If the roof brick collapses, Percivel will decide there is no choice, but things are clearly different.

He pointed his foot toward the backyard, wondering if there was a crack on the dry ground.

Ground sinking - the plumbing leading to the sewer is rising and showing its face.

The connection is missing and the dirt water is creeping into the soil and dyeing the area black.

A metal odor mixed with a rotten odor irritates my nose. I knelt down and gazed at the defect.

"Earth sperm (Norm)? A fairy about thirty centimeters long. He is good at digging and breathes residual magic to live. The shape is a chunk of sand, also known as Sandman. You're a monster in the shape of sand."

"Ah, brother"

Shoji was crouching beside him as he turned to his voice and signs from the side.

Eyes like an analyst. He puts his finger over each and every part of the loess soil as he sees traces of the ground as if the mites have wandered.

"Hii, Fu, Mi... You've been attracted to the effluent of alchemy synthesis. That's a lot...... there are over ten of them since I crawled. We should build a soil sperm shelter. Otherwise, we'll be living in an underground house."

"Yeah, ah, yes"

Phew, my breath exhales. Not just earth sperm (Gnome), but miscellaneous spirits are also a troublesome seed for alchemists.

Making prescriptions is easy, but even exorcising like a cockroach living in a house shows up again.

Sometimes magic creatures occur independently of their will.

They love demographically flavored magic, and they sniff around such power spots.

"So, how's work going?

"Ha, ha, ha."

"I don't know about this one"

"Hino, ahhh!

Percibel was stunned by the inexplicable eagling of her breasts.

Over the clothes, but I can change shape without hesitation with Gunya.

Percibel, blushing her cheeks, had to wait to feel better without being able to refuse.

I have no doubt that it is in the process of growing, but the height gauge on the wall pillar remains the same.

Shoji stood up all the time.

"You're not growing up. Better than the others."

"What else?

As he crouched, Percibel looked up at Shoji.

Sweet voices are turning into rough, pointy voices.

My pupils were open and my eyeballs were frozen. Shoji missed his face without being able to face it.

"... No, the kid liked me lately. It doesn't matter."

"What kind of daughter is she?

"Blonde with a little more tea, busy eyes, and a lot of ridiculous laughter"

"Mmmm... does it feel like I'm already getting laid?

Stand up, twist yourself and bend your torso forward, your tight eyes creating white eyes.

Shoji didn't remember sleeping with Lorelei, but he was sad that he couldn't deny it. Double kicking potion and alcohol makes me the best and I don't know what to do with myself.

I felt strangely softened and sinful when I was receiving a serious gaze.

I was confident that if I were to split it with work, I would deceive a young woman, but not with a personality that I cared enough to deceive in private matters.

I tried to explain to the unsub, but because of it, I decided to take a different approach.

"Look, Belle. I'm a villain. Destined to die wild somewhere... don't obsess. All you have to think about is making money, getting rich, and taking your hands off evil and grabbing happiness."

The advice came out of kindness.

I don't believe in heavenly punishment as a villain.

It just convinces me even when it does. Even if I fell somewhere.

Oh, again, you'd think, this is what happened.

It's not strange for me or the other members to do so, but Percibel hasn't sinned that much yet.

As long as I get the money, I can be someone enough to keep my name in future generations as an alchemist.

There will also be a way of life as someone who will truly serve people.

"Yeah, what's that excuse?"

Rarely did Shoji vomit sentimental dialogue, but Percibel leaked discontent with her mouth as light as a cotton candy.

I don't know anything about the seriousness of it.

"Yeah, it's not..."

"Oh, I need you to carry a little more than that. Can you help me?

"... oh"

Percibel, who changed her mood, returns indoors through the back door. When I glimpsed the carrier, most of the products seemed to be loaded.

I'm supposed to be hauling into a hidden warehouse in the neighborhood, but I still have time to make other plans.

Follow the hindsight into "Percibel's Atelier". A mixed irritant odor of chemicals pierces the nasal cavity from the workshop.

Floor of flooring playing a squeaky sound when walking.

It is full of insects and chips, but to some extent it has regained cleanliness, and the containers and equipment are polished unlike before.

"Where are you going?

"This way."

I walked into the bedroom behind the hallway.

It doesn't taste good, but the sheets are beautifully washed, and the headboard has flowers.

Percibel turned and hugged her magnificently as she crawled her eyes all over the room looking for the luggage for Shaw to carry.

"Okay?

Bright red in the face, but tongueless, the snake is full of expectations.

He's crawling near his lower abdomen and pressing the tip of his finger for a deeper connection.

"... Fine."

Sighing consent. Shoji broke it off that this was also within the important work.

"Ugh... I'm embarrassed"

The girl, kneeling on the bed in the bedroom, blushed and grabbed the hem of the tutu skirt.

Originally mini and only to knee height, it reveals thighs with just a little whiteness like white magnetism.

The flesh is thin and only as thick as Shoji's arm, but has the gravitational pull to attract the man's attention.

The fabric of the shorts doesn't show up very well. Percibel was trying to turn with her hands trembling bitterly whether she was having difficulty breathing.

Instead of rushing it, waiting silently brings the tip of the Delta Zone into view.

The red underwear had a bold shape. It is made of string except to protect the pussy. The strings are spun in two pieces, but the waist is rounded.

Even the cloth, which is supposed to cover the area, is eaten up and is clearly visible to the crack.

The strings also draw sharp angled V-rays with strings, which are disproportionate to Percibel, who leaves her young.

But the imbalance had something to do. The better the colour and the toddler was, the cuter she was left to cover her own lack of irregularities.

"That's some fancy underwear."

"Whoa, for your brother to see."

Follow the inner crotch. Smelly slutty move.

"Well, then let it look better."

"Ugh, well, and what is this..."

When the skirt was lifted and the lower abdomen was completely exposed to the outside air, Shoji demanded that the skirt's hem be clamped.

Percibel sandwiched the fabric with her lips according to honesty.

As I twisted my fingers around the empty part, the dripping liquid dripped.

Wet that can't be prevented even when you're wearing shorts. Rub your inner crotch in full swing.

"Whoa... whoa... whoa!

Every time I rubbed it in the belly of my finger, the liquid dripped. Tingling, tickling and reacting. The secret is twitchy and hot.

Let your fingers penetrate the back of the fabric with play. I can hear the water dripping.

Love fluid leaks, eyes melt with passion. Percibel tongued out as if she had dried her throat. My saliva spilled from my mandible and fell on the sheet.

"Ugh, please insert it quickly"

"Where do you want me to insert it?"

"Wow, please insert mine, Gucci just a little bit. I don't want to be a dick anymore. Please offend me. No."

With that said, Percibel began to muddle her own horny fissures.

I guess I'm being attacked by an urge that resembles itching. I'm desperately putting my finger in the rift and wiggling it around.

"Hih... Ha, ooh!

He is shaking his spine, closing his eyes and concentrating.

Shoji was confused when he started masturbating in front of himself, but decided to observe.

I just lost my virgin and this slut is looking really weird.

When making Perfect Potion, some volatile ingredient may be burning your brain.

It's a possible story. I would have to make them wear expensive dense masks, not cheap ones.

But let's do that later.

"Hey, are you gonna leave me alone?

"Huh, yes, right now"

Needless to say, he took his pants off, grinned with a delightful grin in front of him with a swollen male root in his bread, buried his face and mumbled.

Crawl your tongue down, forget clarity and shake your blonde hair.

He clenched occasionally and glided the tip of his tongue to the back muscle, even though it was creased.

"Chiuuuuuuuuuuuuu, ho, don't succeed in losing your good-looking dick sleeping with other girls"

"I don't know, but have you been influenced by anything weird?

"I didn't take it. Don't ever take it... oh, can I insert it, it's just like you."

Have you read a retarded magazine or something - Percibel's asshole made Shoji feel tired, but without consent she spanned her penis all the time she would.

The mucus is spilling from the female genitals. A penis that stood up with a little noise buried in the flesh.

"Huh. This is good...!

I give a voice of joy as I eat and bind my teeth.

I shook around my hips, exhaling haha briefly to devour my comfort.

It didn't get to the piston, but it wasn't such a bad view.

Close your eyes and let yourself be comfortable, the insanity that is desperately moving your groin as you sweat awakens the desire that you were asleep.

It is good that the feel of the sarcastic little buttocks hits the thighs.

Percibel swept away feeling comfortable and peaked with her delicate eyes.

He rang his throat like a puppy, moved again without just finishing once, and realized that he had left his opponent there, laughing out his tongue and embarrassing himself and changing his attitude.

Now turn your ass around, put your soles on and start waving your hips.

The secret meat in the joints where the juicy love liquid is wet is changing its shape.

"Hino... uhh... yeah, yeah, it looks good"

"Don't worry about me, have fun."

It was an easy show because I was motionless, but at first I used the rebellion of the bed to match Percibel's waist.

"Ha, no, more, more... Mmmm, Yikes!"

Shake your ass, punch it down.

Despite what she had done herself, Percibel was impressed by the feeling of currents with a pompous opening of her mouth.

"I'll let you out when I'm about to, too."

"Ha, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no I'll squeeze a lot with you......"

A ferocious meat stick was coming and going through the girl's body, but she didn't stop moving until she had finished about five degrees.

Shoji ejaculated about twice on the way. At the end of the act I smiled and accepted because Percibel had kissed me for feelings different from desire at the end.

I didn't mean to give you affection or anything, but it should be miserable to be alone in this lonely house.

I was going to point it at him for about some consideration and kindness.

When exhausted and satisfied, he cares about the stains of love fluid scattered on the bed, and begins to bring towels from the side table to wipe them with grain.

"Phew...... neat and sooo. Wow, get out of the way."

"You did it yourself."

Looking down at the mixed things of bare, horny ripping semen and love liquid, the amazing Percibel put her finger on her groin.

Rub the mucus slightly with your fingers and let them pull the yarn apart from each other to check viscosity.

"Brother. Come and stay once in a while."

"You mean fuck you all day?

"I'll do the shopping. I bake doughnuts, too, and then I'm gonna love it."

"Love... does Belle like me?

"Um, I kinda like it... it's a relationship I can't leave anymore"

Eh heh, and I turned my hand around my neck and laughed in the light.

He leans over and puts his head on Shoji's shoulder. Take your arms as you turn away from your face as you try to narrow your distance.

"Lunch today, please eat"