Half-elves Fall in Love

In the meantime, it seems certain that I will be spending until the full moon evening at the Cat Beast Colony.

"When did you come to such an agreement?"

Anyway, it's inexplicable that that was the natural flow between Lyla and Mr. Deane, and Luna. Luna doesn't have any returns for Lila and Mr. Deane anyway.

... That's what I thought, and when I get confirmation from the back Deannes.

"I didn't care, Lyla."

"Ho. Damn, didn't you say you promised that to every kitten? I heard it when I sent it to the colony."

"... no, I did say I'd be there one of these full moon nights."

I don't think it has to be this time of year. The full moon is three days before the Spirit Festival.

"If you have an appointment, let's not have a problem. It's a crisis in Donna's hometown. I'll give you the lust you need."

"... I lost my hip during the Spirit Festival. Yes..."

There is also no magical doping by Mr. Hilda this time. It's a private hepatic burn and a local battle.

Will Mr. Deane and Lyla forgive me at Cascus at the Spirit Festival after orgy with my daughter throughout the village?

... and no.

"I'm not so thoughtful about Spirit Festival either. If you're not feeling up to it, I don't care if you missed the timing. By and large, the other female slaves I've left behind are the right to participate from the beginning, if you think about your dissatisfaction..."

'Cause I'm not connected to floating festivals in the first place.'

These people were such mental people.

Lila, who is oblivious to the familiarity of the world, to Mr. Deane, whose care for his surroundings precedes him.

... shouldn't that bother you?

"It's a big problem for me."

"Well, I'm not obsessed with anything else. The Spirit Festival isn't just a seeding festival, it warms up lovers and family. You're gonna flirt all night."

"... you have that hand too."

Aurora and Jeanne had taken the liberty of finding a compromise.

"Then the remaining problem is Naris"

Before Mr. Deane gets his eyes on him, he quickly breaks down with the Cat Beasts and pukes the skewers. Naris.

I can't even feel the dust in my aversion to the meat of demons that was in me or Angelos. Tough guy.

"Ho, is this pig full of desert labyrinths? All right, it's like I should hunt too."

is motivated to grab a proper crashhaken.

"Lila, can you keep an eye on me?

"Ho, leave it to me"

If Naris' arm is able to do it as a red arm by the bend, he won't be late for one or two of the Hellsbores, but he's in all kinds of danger in an unfamiliar labyrinth.

Sometimes you encounter surroundings and unexpected demons, and I feel Naris could be lost. No, I don't know.

Lyla somehow joins the skewer ring and peeks at Naris' departure.

"I don't think she's the Lord of the Labyrinth here. It's worth it."

Mr. Deane smiles bitterly.

"With you, I don't think it's worth it."

Mr. Deane smiles at Aurora's cut back.

"The god of war is the nickname of war. Unlike then, I already have a lover."

Straightforward, Mr. Deane, who puts his fondness and trust in me on the line of sight.

"It's a strange story to help that lover fuck someone else."

"Disgruntled, Jeanne?

"Nha. Andy's kindness and social contribution."

"I have that view too."

... at least my lower body performance is trusted by the iron wall.

"But you might want a little jealousy"

Even in the sense of touching me.

"Cancer."

Luna offers a plate of liver roasting.

I shook "clean salt" to the best of my ability, closed my eyes and ate the liver roast.

"Mugu."

... Ah, if I close my eyes, it might be surprisingly delicious.

But I want some booze.

After a meal, resting under a coconut tree, Grandma Donna appears out of nowhere.

... Though my grandmother feels more than a crowd in her own way.

Sophisticated moves bred by years like Special Agent Becker's Hundred or Gorks, who kept his attention on casual motions, to paraphrase it.

Sometimes I just say "I was playing" with Lyla when I was younger. If that bothers you, I'm sure this old lady is strong.

"Where did Lila go?"

"... Desert Labyrinth to watch her first daughter"

"Oh, that elf daughter's. You're a strange girl, too. I don't smell pride like a normal forest elf, I don't have the humility of a mixed-up kid, I don't have the push of a dark elf."

"Dark elves are pushy?

"Somehow. Human beings can be trusted, but they can't leave without knowing... well, that's fine. You bastard, leave Baba to cook... well, it's a simmer, so I'll have some."

"... sorry, I'm the one who made you go to Lyla"

"It's not something you care about. Tell me, I'll forget about it. It's bad for the asshole dragon."

…………

No matter how much we "played" with, we have no mercy for the most powerful creatures in the Labyrinth.

No, I use it with my chin. It's not what I say.

"... Have you eaten all the liver roasts?"

"Thanks to you. I could afford a drink, though."

"We only have Matatabi liquor, in our colony"

"... is that good for humans too?

"You don't know because you're a private cat."

I'm starting to want to try it.

"Well, I don't care about booze. than that......"

My grandmother put her lips in my ear. I guess if I were a young cat daughter, I'd be in for a thrill.

"If you can afford it, don't buy it from my nearest daughter right now. There's a limit to doing it all at once on a full moon night."

"Plant..."

"That's the only woman I've got, how dare you ask me out? Unless it's some old chick or some finished baba, I always expect this guy to come up to the wheelhouse and open his crotch if you take a little cona."

…………

"Again and again, the situation hasn't improved as much as four or five can say. If my daughter says so, we'll stop here on a full moon night."

"... it's like a free whorehouse town"

I'll try to be a little rude with the subtlety and sloppiness of treating a whole breeding horse.

"I can afford it, you know, go through that night. If that's how much you enjoyed it, you can count on it."

They got me niggered.

... Okay, then I guess I meant to do it.

The problem is.

... You've never set foot in a whorehouse town, and you're not used to inviting girls at all. Me.

After a bit of a long meal break (it took me a while to practice inviting cats and daughters in my head) I get up and try to flutter down the streets of the colony.

Cat beast girls sleep (hiccups) and do handiwork in every house.

... I can see you care about this one with a flicker as you pretend you are.

I'm not dating Dada with Luna. I also know to some extent the habits of cat beasts.

Your ears are sensitive to your interests?

As I strolled slowly through it, I was still in pain of my immaturity.

...... yeah. If you think about it, I'm not really basic.

I don't even know the shards of a manifold approaching Moody's on a girl I don't know (not that I don't remember her face or her name, so it's similar).

I've never actually set foot in a brothel at best because I meant to be a brothel or see a brothel far away. 'Cause I heard that when I went in poorly, my august scared brother would document my debt, and trot and basson sex were all human women in the first place. Apple imprinted me with high hurdles about their appearance, so I didn't feel like approaching Trott or Basson's sex, which is unlikely to be good around here.

And Gudagda, I've tried to make excuses, and it doesn't change the fact that I walk suspiciously in extreme tension and stay away from any house or girl for more than a certain distance.

What am I going to do?

What shall I say?

"Hey, don't you want to fuck one shot?" Or do you want to speak straight? It's a colony leader tattoo, I can't even scream as a suspicious person...... no, no, but maybe some daughters in the colony aren't so enthusiastic just because Grandma Donna or Luna are out of line.

And it's actually not curiosity, it's vigilance, and if I try to do something weird, maybe I'm just going to run away or fight back.

That's how we all look at it.

No, even if it's the majority that actually wants to get laid, there's no guarantee anywhere that kid or that kid you're paying attention to is no exception.

If all of a sudden Bachin rejects me, I'm not sure I can speak to the other kids until the full moon night.

"... uh"

Critical, capturing multiple cat daughters on a slightly distant line to talk to, her throat clattering in an attempt to raise her voice.

"Mi, can I have some water?

When he speaks to the nearest child, he is offered a glass of water in a bowl of parrots and pottery.

Yeah, these eyes are frightening. I'm frightened.

Other than this kid... Yes, no, but which kid...

Goddamn it, if I were Special Agent Becker's hundred, I'd be sassy and impatient.

Makes me want to do everything in my power to escape without meaning.

Luna, please. Aurora. Jeanne. Mr. Deane, please.

I don't care about Naris.

So, you want me to go back out? You want me to come back out?

So ask Grandma Donna or Luna to mediate... No, no, that's frightening.

"Ugh, um..."

It's not even that hot. Me seeping sweat and thinking on the street. Suspiciousness limit already.

... there.

"What are you doing?

"Can I help you? Can I show you around?

There are two strangely familiar voices.

Turning around, a cat girl with black and yellow hair and a cat girl with gray hair looked up at me.

Um.

"... Lina, Yuna?

"I remember you."

"... so what's your name?

The two innocently tangle in their arms.

Heavenly help.

"I'm Andy Smythson.... er."

"What?

"... since daytime. Aren't you going to get laid?

... No, wait a minute. There's a little bit more to it, isn't there? Me.

I didn't realize until three seconds later that I was too tempered and had an overly beautiful way of dictating.

but.

"Shh!

"Nyah."

The two of them were very motivated.

...... but there is no sign of you pulling it anywhere.

"All right, all right!

"Nyah."

... two bright, noisy cats and daughters trying to get laid in the middle of a business trip.

I think he's going one dimension up as a suspicious person.

I was on my way.

(cont 'd)