Half-elves Fall in Love

Deane Hundred.

The trump card of the Northern Legion, no Celesta Merchant National Army, which combines the unofficial but supposedly master-night fighting power with the magical ability of the religious priest-class, and yet is good at tactical operations.

I was on a journey the other day when I found out I was so horrible...

No, I wasn't insulting you. I originally knew it was resistant to being out of the kettle, and although magic is somewhat biased, I knew it was good.

But once again, I knew that all the warriors at the hero level everywhere were actually reacting somewhat to Mr. Deane's emergence because they were all "gods of war".

This man is a rare hero, one of the real strongest.

But, well, the more aggressive you are in front of me, the more you become a naughty, loving maiden.

"Andy, you haven't bothered me lately...?

"No, I think we've been together quite a while."

"Does the behavior of minding a lover for you mean giving them a view from where they left off training?

"... no. … I mean, what shall we do?"

"How about attacking at breaks or at least messing with your chest and ass...?

"... right in front of Angelos and Aurora, not really. It's hard to do that."

Captain's office at dusk.

Or a digging shed named Captain's Office. That was the only private space between Mr. Deane and me.

It's been almost a month since the Crossbow squad came to Polka.

I can't just take a bath and relax, and I'm imposing similar training on the unwounded crew in Basson's quarters.

Those who were particularly seriously injured are now almost entirely happy, and what remains of the injuries in the King's Capital defense is about Lyla. Well, Lila just says the scars aren't going away, and the movement itself doesn't interfere anymore.

A Polka resident who was somewhat fed by the diverse faces of such a crossbow squad, but is cheerful, energetic and reliable, and now more accepted than I thought, thanks to doing everything from snow scratching to helping with civil engineering with one of Mr. Deane's orders.

It may be due in part to the fact that the influx of elves had originally begun and that they were beginning to get used to contact with different cultures. And yet we began to get used to each other, and now the baron is about to offer, "Why don't we even make it here at the seasonal hub, if it's land, it's surplus".

It was a little pitiful that Boyd looked like he was going to cry, "I told Sylvia I'd be right back before she came out," even though he looked like Mr. Deane and the minister weren't all right. Isaac looked restless, too.

Maybe one of these days you should ask Maia to carry the guys Basson cares about.

This digging cabin was prototyped by the team's augusts as a start to building a crossbow squad base of stay.

The aim, he said, is to ascertain the areas that affect architecture, such as geology, the strength of wood and the nature of stone.

The Augs are several times more powerful than humans. Architectural techniques are also learned by hand, as many parents work in civil houses in the township.

That's why it was built in just three days, from foundation work to the completion of the cabin.

Since it is merely a prototype, it was presented to Mr. Deane because it is not something that can be used as a residence, but it is nevertheless a loss to use what was built.

"I don't do paperwork, and medical care is necessary in polka... it's ironic that I can only use it to hide and flirt with you like this"

Mr. Deane chuckles as he clutches my back and leans over.

There are other kids in the inn.

"In this case, I guess it's the king's way into the woods... that woods are"

"... oh, yeah, definitely a little"

The Polka Forest is the realm of the Elves. I also think that I would go out of my way to get in even though I don't know where Phaser or Ms Irina is looking......

As a result, this is the only place Mr. Deane "just" has.

In the inn, other girls are after Tiger Sight, and Mr. Deane can't just fool around with me in front of the other crew. I think he's a loser.

"Well... if I may, now I want you to adore me as much as you want?

"You said what you wanted, right? I'm pretty tired and I'm high, so I think it's hard."

"... oh, 'as you wish', but 'cute', huh? Because lately you remember all the strange things about bondage and spanking..."

"Oh, there's a pervert who's gonna teach me."

... mainly Lyla and Jeanne are definitely asking me to open their eyes to sadism.

"I'll do it right.... Oh, and"

"It's an audio phantom. I know."

A kind of phantom where the sound stops passing around. Now the secret between the two of us is complete.

... though.

Mr. Deane ends up accepting most of what I do.

Whether you can get your clothes ripped off and tied up, or spanked, or anal dug without notice, I'll complain later, but I rarely refuse it while it's being done.

That's the cute part again, but it's also the part that just gets a little mushy.

─ ─ I want to make Mr. Deane giggle. I can't do that, I want you to panic.

I guess I have to think I'm happy just because I'm accepted, but such a prank really brought me a sickle.

"Oh, Andy, have you done your soldier's job today?

"Ya, no turn. Tell me about the armor processing again, Mr. Jackie."

"Oh, well, if you like with my hunchy technology,"

I learn to work with protective equipment in Mr. Jackie's workshop once or twice a week.

I'd like to try to hit a weapon, but it's important for me to be able to handle my armor properly before then.

... and some promises I couldn't fulfill with my father.

Besides, I have a goal to build new armor for Angelos.

I'm a little sorry that General Lucas tore me apart at Klabes, and I want to make some black, cool armor to go with the new manoeuvre tactics, light and easy to move, and then it looks like Angelos.

I did a little bit of foundation in my studies, and I'd be imprinted now to make it somewhat accommodating in terms of strength and weight, not an impossible goal.

There's just an overwhelming lack of fine tuning know-how, so I figured I'd have to ask them to teach me first.

That's why I'm learning from Mr. Jackie.

"The joint there emphasizes the range of motion. If you don't move, your actions will be considerably limited."

"What about this one?

"You don't have to move much there. High intensity shapes so they don't come off with some impact."

"Patience."

"Uh, uh, if you pack it that short, you won't get your arm up."

"Shh, excuse me"

Prototype various forms of armor to accumulate know-how.

And I'll imprint the armor I've created with one hand and try a variety of effects.

While engravings also increase strength, they can also become extremely vulnerable in parts that you haven't calculated, so I'm not sure if you really want to experiment with it working well in its form.

"Well, is that Southern technology?"

"Yeah. Well, I was just a little twitchy, too."

Experimental experiment where I carved the tattoo with the engraved sword I received on the elf territory with a crusty, tapping and cutting it.

But in front of real protective gear like this, it feels a little good to know that, oh, I'm making actual supplies.

In that way, when I had finished producing and experimenting with a street, the unusual armor jumped into my eyes.

"What is this... armor?

"Oh, well. It's a bikini armor."

"Bikini Armor......"

Nothing but chest covering and skirt armor. There's more to cleanliness.

"It's the type that was devised a while back in La Pearl, and it's been popular in Renfangas for about three years or so, or something.... It's a bit downward looking and arrogant, but there's also a rumor that there's been a heated argument about whether to wear a shirt under the armor or or not"

"... waited. So some women warriors in La Pearl and Ren Fangas wear these straight to their skin?

"Well, there must be both."

"How wonderful"

"... Andy, you haven't changed."

My heart was frightened.

That's okay. I love tits. I'm a polka boy.

... Wait.

"... this is it"

There was something flashing behind my brain.

That's it. Here it is.

... Let's make this a prank to Mr. Deane.

"Bikini armor? You want me to put this on?

"Isn't that perfect for Mr. Deane?"

"... well, it's certainly a very different look in the warm weather."

I would recommend the bikini armor that Jackie and I have replicated to Deane.

Sure, Mr. Deane has tended to wear it thick enough since he wore it to a snow polka, but when he was going through the desert, for example, he admonished himself with a piece of chest cloth that did not rely on this abundance of breasts, a cloth whose hips he did not know if it was a skirt with a deep slit or something. Besides, I just wore one of my vests, and I was walking around it with exposures like that.

Compared to that, it's not a bikini armor or anything like that that makes a big difference. I can be as convinced as I can be.

"... but what are you going to do with armor?"

…………

The best excuse there is the neck. Anyway, Mr. Deane is a man who crosses parity with the Supreme Sword Saint without armor or anything. It doesn't make sense where I put it on.

At last preach the inevitability, there is no limit to the threat to Mr. Deane in this vicinity.

Come on. I'm desperate to spin my head to see how I can get you to wear it.

but Mr. Deane, man, sighs in the wind like that, takes the bikini up and down to his room.

"Okay, I'll wear it."

"Huh..."

A little confused by the development, Mr. Deane turned around gently and turned a bitter laugh at me.

"'Cause you prepared it for me, didn't you?

"Yeah..."

"Isn't it a muscle to wear and show?"

That's what I say and disappears into my room.

Just a little guilt.

... I noticed my set of pranks, screamed and waited still to see when they were coming to drop a gen trick on my head, but at last they didn't hear me scream.

"Start training today. Firstly, they're all marching for five kilometers, fully armed."

…………

Everyone was flattered by Mr. Deane, who showed up at the bikini armor.

Well, we're all used to seeing clothes that are highly exposed, so we won't move.

The problem was with the bikini armor.

… completely, transparent.

Or they are engraved with visible engravings. It is a regular metal and leather bikini armor just taken in the hands, but it is finely carved into properties so that it is clear when warmed to some degree at body temperature.

Thanks to this, Mr. Deane, who wore only bikini armor completely, was almost completely naked. He was giving orders straight in front of everyone with a cool face.

Both the hairless genitals, characteristic of the elf system, and the busty chest, are completely thrown out.

I looked around again at everyone who was flabbergasted by it, and Mr. Deane slapped his hand.

"Look, hurry up, all fully armed! Shooting training when you're done running! The escort infantry is an archdeacon!

'Ha, ha!

Everyone runs out nailed to Mr. Deane's nudity.

Gort and Rants had already messed around while running through the erections. I think they're professionals in a way.

And Angelos whispers to me with a red face as he starts walking side-by-side with me.

"... it's you or me"

"Yeah."

Angelos grabbed my head.

"What, do, ru!

"Whoa, whoa! Yes, it hurts, it hurts!!

I swung through my thoughts. Running.

... It is also unique to Angelos to be able to do such artistic work.

"Andy, if it's you... oh, I'm not afraid of later"

"I'm a little scared"

As Aurora points out, the longer you think about it, the more scared you are...

And.

"... that's what Smythson Ten Chiefs was like"

Ordinary Micagami won't even look me in the eye. Yeah, it's a little tight.

But the rest of the men thumbed up unnecessarily. I admire it.

But everyone looks at me strangely. I wonder why my eyes were sparkling. It's like an eye for dropping off the dead.

... No, I know. Am I doing pretty well?

After march training, I was the only one called in.

Everyone in our platoon put their fists on my left chest and stretched out my spine to drop me off.

I don't like them.

And when Mr. Deane took me to the back of the captain's office, he put on an audio phantom and a space-designated phantom.

Now you don't hear me around, no matter what I'm done with.

"Oh, um..."

"Let's hear it."

"... the"

Mr. Deane stared at me without even trying to hide his rounded skin with a clear bikini armor.

"What are you gonna do?"

…………

I guess this is what you say about a frog stared at by a snake. But instead of the snake in front of us, Celesta's strongest trump card. It's not strange to go to the afterlife the next moment if you suck.

... Yep, it doesn't matter anymore!

"Well, you know, I wanted to be mean because Mr. Deane asks me so much about everything! Sometimes I want you to hate me a little bit!

I pummeled the super pushy truth.

but Mr. Deane nodded in the face, well.

... Shit, I'm already totally clean and in condition to hear the sentence of resignation!?

I thought... Mr. Deane slowly removed the bikini armor and got real naked.

"... well done. It's cold... and if you're mean, I'm... you know, I'm pretty used to it... or after you're mean, it's bound to be intense, so my body reacts first... oh, no."

Gashan, and Mr. Deane throwing down the pants armor and the included hips armor.

Yeah, and breathe, arm in arm. He looked a lot shy if you look closely.

"What if everyone finds out you're wet imagining you get fucked hard? I'm embarrassed. If this is enough to embarrass you in such a half-way way way way, you can just proclaim out loud that it's your exclusive meat potty!

"... uh"

"What!

"... that, I'm sorry"

"Show your sincerity if you think it's bad.... wow, I'm halfway mean and I can already do my body"

"... So... here?

"... anywhere. If anything, I'm really going to declare it now."

"Yes, no, no."

Mr. Deane was also the one who felt bullied if he thought about it. Though not too mazo consciously.

And this man was not so ashamed of being seen naked either in itself. I always take a bath with everyone anyway.

... so I guess my "what are you going to do" is the primary focus?

Then.

"... so... this time I almost threw up a pretty weak voice."

"... yeah"

"Okay. I'm a little happy, so reward you"

"Eh... idiot, you sexually evil man... uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Tighten Mr. Deane's soft body and kiss his lips enthusiastically.

Mr. Deane finally shed a tear to show joy in the warmth, hugging me and devouring my lips.

And keep it up, I'll take my belt off and drop my pants.

Under the blue sky visible on the snowfield, hold Mr. Deane's wheat limb from behind and put his hands on the outer wall of the captain's office to position himself for sex.

"Mmm, heh... come on... come on"

"You're a drool, Mr. Deane."

"... you're being too mean, stupid"

He seems to be cursing, and his nose has no hostility or malice at all, only a sweet, puppy-like sound that sooner rather than later.

And I'll make sure you ask me to give you a penis.

Even though I did it and in the cold outside air, Mr. Deane's wet, open manko was just hot to the touch.

"Mr. Deane...... Deane......!!

"Ha-ha-ha..."

Mr. Deane shows joy with a faint voice.

Snow white and sky blue, new tree yellow and dark elf brown skin.

The vibrant colors and vibrant pleasures are very comfortable.

Grab Mr. Deane's chest. Wave your hips as you feed your fingers into your tits.

"Hiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu... Andy, Andy!!

Mr. Deane shows joy all over his body in the movement and sticks his butt out to greed.

It doesn't matter if you're 200 years old when this happens, that lustful look is a nasty little girl with a younger face than me.

I spar my hip movements as I kiss through Mr. Deane's true face like that.

Mr. Deane also got it, fixing it at a height that makes it easy to poke his butt, giving me a uterus and trying to make it pour in.

I can't even refuse.

"Deanne...... Deanne eh!!

"Andy."

I was obsessed and devoured that best vagina and spit it out in the back.

Mr. Deane accepts it with a mellow look.

With a gluttony of that lip, I restarted my hip movements again.

"Hih... ahh...?

"Let me sperm buzz on your butt and back"

"... stupid..."

That's all Mr. Deane said, and then he delayed his continuous sex with me, which lasted four shots, and kept gasping.

Well, naturally, there's a reason for Mr. Deane and me to fix it just on the surface.

I was seated outside until sundown, with great caution.

...... yeah. I'm glad this is done, that everyone's opinion is true, in fact.

And when I headed to the hot spring paralyzed and flirty, I ran into Aurora and Angelos, who were on their disappointing knees in the strip yard, with Deane, Lyla and Hilda waiting for me.

"... hey, what's up, Angelos"

"... no... that... I thought you might be a little happy and I thought I'd put it on for the fun of it..."

"... Bikini armor is very difficult..."

".................. oh"

Because the cup on my chest matches Mr. Deane......

In Angelos and Aurora, I saw that the bra didn't adhere to the skin in the first place and it was impervious.

"As it were, well, for you guys one of these days..."

"That's not the problem..."

"Yeah... this feeling of defeat is different..."

... it seems complicated.

(cont 'd)