Goddess, Help Me!

Wake up from a dream that is too clear to stop the alarm.

The next thing Sy did - was punch her in the face on the pillow.

Continue bathing and masturbating with the stiff feel of the pipe pillow without a thing. He squeezed his whole body with a hug of pillows and stretched them wide to hit the back of his sleep.

I look through the gap in the blackout curtain into the room where the morning sun plunges in and relax again.

"What the..."

No one replies to the whine. No, I'd be scared if I were there.

I remember a big man who had replied to me in his dreams to himself, and when I associated myself with the beatings I had received from him... he came back to me with clarity until the flow that followed.

Unexpectedly crawl on the sheet.

He continued his fluttering imitation and lay down again in a tired place.

"'Who is it?' If you ask me, I'll answer you, but the world's pity..."

I'm not sure myself what you're talking about.

A lovely charmy goddess who pierces the evils of love and truth in order to prevent the destruction of the demonic world, to preserve the peace of the demonic world...... that's nasty!

I don't know why I'm having such a weird continuous dream in the first place, even though I don't know myself.

Characters in dreams - I wonder if Ozroth's question was a mirror reflecting the inside......

I can't solve that. I don't like the hardness of that muscle, but I honestly don't like the smelly face of a man. MEDISMULL if you are going to be pressed anyway...... no no no no wait, who did you try to think of right now!?

Bus, bus, bus, bus!

I slammed him on the pillowcase and suppressed his aching forehead and nose with both hands. I feel somewhat hot on my cheeks.

... Mae is Mae too.

Isn't that flow weird? If you think about what you're going to do next by carrying the woman you helped out of the thugs to bed...... you're grounded! A dungeon!

Isn't Mae set to "I'm in love with the goddess"?

That's Holla, wasn't it okay to smell it or to have a jealous or grumpy look?

"It's disinfecting" or "I'll overwrite" or something a little bit like me, and I was held tight and my neck was peppered to see what was made of Ozros, and just on the bed, it was a flirtatious development, and I refuse to do this one, but I'm getting more and more in that atmosphere... No, no, no, no, no, no. What are you thinking of me!?

Bus, bus, bus! Ha-ha-ha.

Relax, paranoid woman.

Throw yourself the words you always use when making fun of Beauty.

... Women may not be easy enough to describe. I'm a paranoid "crazy bitch" when I get here.

My relationship with my boyfriend, who turned into a distance relationship at the same time as my college graduation, was naturally extinguished at some point.

I don't even feel like moving aggressively to have a new love for a few years...... the only time I want a boyfriend and think about it is at the end of the year, everyday I should have never wanted anything else to be particularly in love with.

I am blessed with colleagues who work with me on issues, although sometimes I feel stressed out dealing with my exhausted customers and problem children. Workplace relationships are pretty good.

It's fun to be surrounded by cute kids during junior class. The incomplete orchard I will miss looks like an angel.

I also have a few aunts in my adult class who care about me, and I can spend time with them with a heartfelt smile instead of making a laugh.

By entering the pool you can exercise moderately while working, and a meal eaten with a tired body is something that even simple self-catering can taste delicious.

I think every day is fulfilling.

So I wasn't aware that I was hungry for the opposite sex, but hey me... are you quite insatiable, or... I don't like it -!

Falsify the shame of having no place to do it with the imitation of breaststroke.

The pillow fell to the side of the bed.

The blanket I was hanging from is chunky around the corner that frog kick kicks me and I can't reach my legs.

... I don't want to see that dream go on anymore.

On the other hand, I wish I could see you tonight, what a thought. I live somewhere in my heart.

- No, you can't.

I seriously have trouble getting my sleep cut off.

The body doesn't rest the mind at all, even if it can sleep. Even after waking up like this, the current situation, which is eroded by dreams until daylight, is seriously lame.

I wish it was at least a slightly calmer dream.

Meet, look at your face, talk. Even dreams of that world would be welcome if such a mild development were to take place.

Medismult's beauty is going to be eye care and maybe just fine. It will surely heal. I'm going to wake up the next morning and soak up in a happy aftertaste.

... The other guy just calls himself "The Succubus Demon King".

I can only draw out a disturbing feeling about his title.

I'm also honest that recently added characters are "the type of person who thinks things through the lower body"...

I gibbered at the sound of the alarm I had set sufficiently before the departure time.

Oh, shit, I'm gonna be late!

Occupational patterns, hair on thin makeup is only tied, so the time spent hanging on support is quite short compared to the average social woman.

I rushed out of the house with minimal physical acuity.

- Finish the meeting and pour into your stomach the jelly portable food you bought at the convenience store on your way to work between office tasks. Kudo, who arrived at the desk in the front, called out to Si.

"Did you skip breakfast?

"... I slept with him"

"Heh, unusual."

Body is the profession of capital. I want to eat so that I can stay fit until my lunch break, but I have trouble having an emergency after my meal.

My stomach started complaining of hunger like it is now with food in it.

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The day ended without any particular major trouble.

Speaking of what happened today, an elderly woman with a foundation all over her face rubbed a little with the watchman trying to get into the pool without removing thick makeup.

It seems Kudo, who responded, was a dong-puller to the woman's success in insisting that her full makeup face be 'spun'.

She had just taken a lunch break at that time, and she heard the story later. Mio told me that although the female guests were also considerable, the condition of Coach Kudo, who was tactful to her temper, was pathetic to the point of smiling.

She was supposed to be watching Kudo in pairs this afternoon. I guess I was watching the whole thing.

"... No, that's not funny. I should have helped you."

"That's okay. Yeah, well, it's faster to collect a young man than a female employee can handle."

Said Miao floated in Xi, who accidentally put a penetration in it.

Kudo and I looked at each other sitting in the front and laughed bitterly at both.

I'm on my way home in the evening.

I stood in a small kitchen with the ingredients I had bought along the way. Make dinner this evening and then refill the freezer by cooking below for a meal after tomorrow.

Self-catering is not bitter.

Chopsticks go on if you like the taste even if it looks like a lot of mess, and most importantly, it's definitely easier considering the hassle of going out and buying and eating every meal.

Time passes loose.

It was bedtime and I went up to bed.

Sit upright and put your hands together in front of your chest, praying.

"May you sleep slowly. May you have a serene dream. May you have a pleasant morning. May you not be stressed in your dreams.... If you have a tiresome dream, may you forget it as soon as you wake up."

against whom to pray. What to pray for. It is also a mysterious ritual for Sy herself.

I also intend to hang a self-allusion on my inner side, whining out every word I can think of.

I repeated it several times with the bumps, tempered and put my foot in the blanket gap.

- About five days after that night, I never dreamed of an example.