Half-elves Fall in Love

In the evening, Agent Becker's hundred chiefs returned from outside the town.

"Uh-oh, samisami... hey, where's the snow?"

"Where have you been?"

"Hmm? Oh, the labyrinth ruins that you guys met a demon god a few days ago"

"... it's a long way from here on foot."

I think there were dozens of kilometers.

"Well, I got out in the morning, not even that tight march. Captain Deane wrote me some maps."

"... you're still a bullshit ankle"

It has simple instantaneous power and endurance is immense. I guess this makes him a kind of idiosyncratic.

"It's just an ex-post investigation. They didn't send me to kill the bucket. It's no big deal.... but you guys were all taking a relaxing nap? Yi, Ri Na"

He said he'd be in trouble if I told him.

"I know.... Well, it's going to be easy from now on. Let me relax, too."

"Maybe, so I went to find out, but no trace of demons or demons. Big battles don't look like they're going to be around for a while. Besides, it's time for Rennesto to have reinforcements from Celesta."

"Reinforcements...... Oh, Ace Knight's"

Instead of lending Feilong flights, the elite ace nights for exploration. Maximum concessions from Celesta.

That said, if you try Renfangas, Maia is unlikely to complain about it now because it is an unparalleled support for flying dragon flights.

But since the Celesta government only says, "Dragons are reinforcements from elf territory, and we subsidize them, we" lend "to elf territory, so do we all double up on how well we're doing?

"Does that mean we'll be half or less burdened?"

"I don't know. Whatever, it was 300 years of untouched exploration of the world. I don't think there's anything helpful about a lot of hands.... Either way, I want to believe that they won't be able to work until the task is adjusted between the teams."

"I see... do you mean only temporary peace is a certainty"

Well, still, I've never been over it to make it easier.

"Still, it's a pretty tongue-in-cheek city here, but you have heating or something? There was already snow in the north. Wouldn't you be down here in days?"

A hundred Secret Service chiefs try to open their hands about 20 centimeters lengthwise.

Even on the calendar, it is certainly time for snow to fall on the King Trot capital. It wouldn't be strange to come down here either.

"There's a stock of old clothes I got in the warehouse downstairs on elf territory, so why don't you pick it up?"

"Oh, seriously? When you get your elf clothes on, you can have Rennest. You'll get a good value. You've got it well."

"... once there was a clan chief"

... I threw it into the warehouse unmanipulatively, but it would be a little nasty if they took it for gold.

Well, I don't even think there's a guy who can interpret it as dragon possessions, who goes out of his way to tear up this move with laborious renfan gas.

Dinner was mild, thanks to an unusual imitation of Renfangas eating as many piles at noon.

There were a lot of guys out here who ate up on their chances, and about 1/3 said, "I haven't digested it yet," and it's dinner time, but they don't come out of the bedroom.

I wasn't too hungry to know if my digestion was catching up either, so I decided to join the liquor bar there for dinner.

... I was doing it. Sponsored by the White Clan Chief.

"That's good to taste and drink. The North is a specialty of the Blue Clan."

"Wow, it's so easy to drink"

"That's the one, yeah, but if you ask me at the liquor store, I'll pop my eyeballs out later. That's the liquor you're gonna need."

The defensemen stuck by Irina at noon BBQ seem to be the main guests.

... What are you doing, Irina?

"Hmm. Unless it's a dwarf or a dragon in the first place, I think it'll crumble along the way."

"Are you that tight? I know it's mellow and it keeps going."

…………

"Hmm? Hey, Baltic? It's too early to go to bed."

"... so it's hard on humans."

Quick sinkers are continuing.

"Ho." Rough whales "are delicious things, but they're still as good as fruit juice when you get used to them. I miss heavy organ killers and big ice fields"

"You don't have the luxury of drinking too, do you?"

Pull Lyla's head from behind.

Blew relieved and Lila looked resentful.

Or something like that, for what I said that sounded great.

"..."

Wake up with a hazy sensation.

It crumbles at some point when you're having fun drinking.

There was a bunch of people who didn't know much about each other, and things got extra out of hand because it was a cheap tavern atmosphere for a long time.

"Are you awake?

"... who"

My head doesn't work well and I'm not sure one thing right now about whose voice I've heard belongs.

"Who would it be? Let me guess."

…………

Includes voices sounding a little naughty. If I could just focus my eyes on that, I'd know.

... I'll try to fit it in a little bit.

"Tits."

"... 30 points."

The only thing I saw in my eyes was tits.

I often can't grasp the situation, and when I calm down a little and think about it, the back of my head is soft and warm.

It was like a knee pillow.

I mean a knee pillow, the owner of such a tit that his tit is in the way and he can't see his face.

...... I feel pretty good too.

"Whose tits..."

Feel free to rub those tits with your hands.

"Ahem."

Soft. I wonder if it's worn underneath. It would be tough if I hadn't put it on. My groin.

"... tension, nipples, shape, orientation... hmm"

I'm showing you the most distressing bare gesture of whining about that, but nothing like that. I'm just having fun. I still don't have the skills to grasp people by the feel of boobs.

But at this size... Lyla, Apple, Mr. Deane, sisters, maybe Sharon.

No, Selene's big, too.

"Is there a line called breakcore..."

"Hey, why are you talking about that Holy Beast?"

…………

Why not? It certainly doesn't make sense.

Or not many women say these words.

Apple and Sharon would be the only ones considering the size of their tits.

So, it's okay that you can knee pillow on me...

"Okay. Apple."

"… 0 points"

"Huh?

That means.

"Sharon?"

"Yes, 100 points"

... What's the point of scoring even though there is no limit on the number of misanswers?

I rub my tits all the while I think.

"Oh well. Is this Sharon's boob?"

"Yes. It's Sharon's tits...... you always rubbed it"

"I'm not rubbing as much as I always do..."

Nevertheless, it is certain that it is milk that I want to rub all over.

…………

Momomomomomo.

…………

Momomomomomomomomo.

…………

Momomomomomomomomomomo.

... Rubbing Sharon's tits in a monotonous fashion while still hazy.

There is no reason to know what Sharon's reaction is because he can't see his face.

I just feel somewhat blissful rubbing all over it.

"Huh..."

From the exhalation that leaks sometimes, I don't think you hate me that much. I'm not sure.

But I can't stop. I can't stop.

... and after about five minutes of persistent rubbing, I'm concerned about the situation other than Fuji Sharon.

"Where are you now... what's going on with the others?

Pointing his face in a direction other than his boobs as he shrugged (Sharon's stomach on the right, Sharon's boobs on the top, so left), the booze continued.

Lila or Maia is opening a barrel of liquor that's not elf territory (that is, the guy who was originally in this city's vault), drinking, frowning and smiling. Egg, but I guess you share the subtle feeling that you're happy to feel like you're drinking.

Most non-dwarf and dragon attendees are crushed, to the extent that Mr. Deane and Mr. Hilda are barely dating. Oh, Naia's stuck at her desk, too.

Tess pulled Naris' hand... or dragged him toward the women's room.

That's right, intelligence, it doesn't make you unconscious back and forth... that Special Agent Becker 100 is a big letter in a bench. You can't do that.

"Dead bodies..."

"Right....... but it's okay. I don't see you or me."

"... phantom"

"Yep. So..."

"He said you can rub your tits as much as you want"

…………

"Can't you?

"... either you two should get out softly and be genuinely adorable"

…………

Are you serious...?

I'm suddenly getting murky.

but.

"... it's a pain in the ass to get out"

but get up, flutter, and push Sharon down on the spot. On the bench Sharon was surprised with a bright red face.

I don't know if it's because the redness was rubbed all over or because of the booze.

"That, as it were, on this occasion......!?

"Yeah."

"Well, there are other magicians who are better at magic now. When will it be torn?"

"Mmm."

Think of a good aftermath. Pretend.

Abandoned in one second.

"Good luck."

"but good luck... ngoo!?

Suck Sharon's poor lips as it is. I didn't try to shut you up. I just wanted to smoke because I was poor, so I smoked. I haven't thought about it.

"Mm-hmm......!!

My tongue also sticks in and instinctively licks behind my teeth and tongue.

And I'm satisfied, so maybe I'll let my lips go as I spit my liquor-smelling nose on Sharon. My lips and lips were connected by a viscous spit.

And Sharon was boisterous.

"... ha"

"Here we go."

Suck again.

Now Sharon's tongue got tangled up with a nasty one.

Lick each other's tongues like a tickle.

And then after a while, I let go of my face again. The tongue and tongue spit together even more nicely.

"... ok, ok"

I don't really know what it is for, so I put my neck around it.

"I'll do my best... I'll do my best, I'll put up with you if you find out..."

…………

Maybe that's not what I meant by "hang in there."

"Yeah."

I get dizzy and snort.

And Sharon and I started unbuttoning Sharon's clothes, both of us.

Under all this hustle and bustle, there was no doubt whatsoever about taking it off and getting it off.

(cont 'd)