The next night, Mr. Cool's activities began quickly.
It resembles the "Niente Perne Squadara" of the Nopans.
I had a neighborhood tailor build it, but I'm not very confident.Because the witness's testimony was vague.
(Well, don't know)
In the living room at home, I think I put my arms together.The time will be around the end of late dinner, and those who go to bed early will be about to dive into bed.
Speaking of why I'm thinking of this, I just got the appearance of Mr. Cool's fake no-pans, "Niente Perne Squadara."
"A costume like a waitress in a coffee shop with a lot of frills, but the skirt length is under the crotch."
He wore a Venetian mask that covered only the area around his eyes, but the men who were attacked only said, "He wasn't wearing it."In fact, I agree if you ask for my opinion.
By the way, after the show, she was weaving a light, long black robe from her head and going downtown with few streetlights.
(No bread cafe? I've never been there, but it must have been like that.)
By the time I went to work in my previous life, there were no stores, only newspaper articles and memories.
It must have been a retrospective play because it said that many highly educated gentlemen in the position of driving the country were captive.
It is a loss of a precious culture.
(There are other things that have left history, such as community-based bloomers)
If you say it in one word, it's 'like underwear'.The teenage girls who wore them came to the gym class.
(Sports sitting, flexible gymnastics, and large open legs at volleyball)
The boys of that time would have struggled to calm down their youth.
(No, I can't just grieve.There's something I can do.)
Even though it is called a flower or a butterfly, in the previous life, it was a shade with a "night" on its head.But in this world, you can see the light of the sun, wave your hands and bloom around.
Depending on my efforts, it should be possible to revive it and root it out.
(Preserve valuable cultural heritage to future generations)
Perhaps this is what the mysterious statue wanted.
(... I don't think so.)
A giant book with a human face on the cover, floating in the dark universe.He gave me magic after transferring me to this world.
I only met him once, and only for a short time, but I didn't get the impression that I was interested in color.
"Well, I just do what I want to do."
The first is to fight the Nopan group "Niente Perne Squadara."I nodded and spoke to myself.
About a week after the fake no-pan band Niente Perne Squadara began to sneak up on men in the darkness of the night.The movement became known to the genuine no-pan group Niente Perne Squadara.
"Oh, my God, this flyer! It's in my head!"
A 20-year-old woman who looks only like a non bread cafe clerk, throwing her fist at a piece of paper spread out on a table with anger.She wears a green Venetian mask that hides only the area around her eyes.
Located in a four-person room in a moderate inn in King's City.In addition to the green, the no-pan cafe workers in blue, red and white Venetian masks surrounded the table and stared uncomfortably at the flyers under their fists.
"Zmerald, I know how you feel, but don't make a loud noise.It's still before the sun rises. "
A long, straight woman wearing a blue Venetian mask whispered her finger in front of her thin lips.
They will have to be taken into account in covert operations.
"... but a fake, a fake! What do we call ourselves, what do we use to promote whorehouses?"
Green, which has the atmosphere of a female college student on the job, sharpens her mouth and says back to her dissatisfaction.However, I kept my voice down more than before.
The four of us here are the Nopans "Niente Perne Squadara."As nuns and friends of the eastern kingdom, they call each other in the name of a jewel this time.
By the way, green is "Zmerald", blue is "Zaffino", red is "Rubino" and white is "Diamante".Emerald, Sapphire, Ruby and Diamond would each be applicable.
"We are running a 90% discount on our first item at Wangdu's finest whorehouse!What a 90% discount not only on the person who introduced me, but also on the person who introduced me. "
And this is the language written in the flyer.
After completing the "Body-Based Missionary Activities", which started late at night, the four of them just returned to their base hotel.
The flyer came from a middle-aged man who was last played by Green.
"I thought you were asking strange questions."
Emerald-coloured smeralds that remember and exhale deeply.
"There has been a man who only thinks for 20 years, but can you treat him as a first thing?"
On the bed after playing, he talks about the splendor of God on his knees, and finally says, "Any questions?Zmerald asked, "This is how it was returned.
"I tried, but I couldn't find it."
A middle-aged man folds up to a silent girlfriend who doesn't know the meaning and says, "Can you do something to ease the condition of the first thing?"
After a while of non-meshing interaction, it became apparent that 'this man is ridden by a fake before himself' and 'the fake handed over a flyer and advertised the brothel'.
"I wondered if it would be okay to send a free trial to me at such a high publicity expense.But now that you know how good it feels, you'll think again even if you put a lot of money into it. "
She was being turned upside down by the presence of a fake, and exploded in this stump. Don't let the holy act of approaching God go with the business!"and grabbed the flyer and jumped out of the man's house.
"The moment you climb up with the actions of a man and a woman, you can go near God."
This is the doctrine of the eastern country.Therefore, they hate the so-called "sacred act with money", which is carried out in other countries, including the Kingdom.
Even though I endured it because I was a heathen from another country, I could not forgive it because of the bad publicity that they thought they were doing.
"I can't leave you alone. I have to do something."
The scene returns to a room in the inn before dawn and reveals the surrounding green smeraldo.Blue, red and white Venetian mask no-pan cafe waitresses also agreed.
Incidentally, why do they engage in fairly aggressive missionary activities in the kingdom of neighboring countries as friends?
That is because I felt sad about the situation in the eastern country yesterday.
"The culture originating in the kingdom is eroding the eastern country."
In words, this will be it.To give another example, a new play style called "sin and punishment" includes clothes such as "sailor clothes and blazers".
Both still show signs of fashion, but they can burn once they're on fire.However, the state has not taken any measures to prevent it.
"The Archbishop's new fantasies are in trouble."
The blue Zaffino sighs.
The reason they think this is because the Archbishop himself, the top of the East, is obsessed with 'sin and punishment'.
It is not a bad thing to be rich in progressive temperament, but it is not interesting for those who want to 'cherish their own culture'.
"If the country doesn't move, we do."
Because of their youth, they were unable to watch in silence, and they visited the kingdom to see what they could do.The principals would not admit it, but they would have thought, "Even if the big picture cannot be changed, there will be no reward."
"It looks like the store with the campaign is called Jaanne, but would you like to explore it?"
Rubino proposes a red mask with a bright red on the thick lips.But Zmerald shook his head to the left and right and shrugged his shoulders.
"It's too dangerous. There's no gap in the super premium shops, so if we get bad, we'll catch ourselves."
No one can dispute the words and silence descends.Leaving it for a moment, Smeraldo makes a very bright voice without paying attention to the atmosphere.
"Anyway, find the phony, catch him, smash him down.That's our top priority. "
The face of the Venetian mask nodded strongly at her words as a leader.Thus, the Nopants "Niente Perne Squadara" moved to eliminate the fake before preaching.
The morning sun rising out of the ridge illuminates the city from a low position and draws a long shadow over buildings and trees.In the meantime, I was rare in my home kitchen, but I've been cooking for the last few days.
"Stir-fried meat, vegetables and mushrooms."The mushrooms were harvested in the garden forest and eaten by Gingin's "White Lady".
"The breakfast menu is a little heavy, but for her, it's a late afternoon meal."
It is highly poisonous, but if processed, it is highly energy-enhancing and is said to have the same value as gold coins loaded at the same height.As expected, it is tough for me to bring it to the stall to cook, so I am shaking the frying pan myself.
"Here we go."
Place the contents of the frying pan in half on two white plates arranged side by side.Further soup and bread were added to the living room, and a depressed Mr. Cool carried a sea bug and a dung bug on his back.
"I'm sorry I have to have dinner every morning."
A cool shampooy beauty sitting up with two of them on her back and lowering her head in a frightened manner.
Speaking of why I'm here, I'm going to take a shower and change my clothes at my house at the dawn of the "Niente Perne Squadara" activities of the fake no-pans from late at night to morning.
Her house is in Middletown, so it is far from downtown here.
"Is your body okay?"
After this, she goes out to the store from noon to evening after getting some sleep at home.Then come back to my house at night and set out for downtown at night.
It's been more than a week.I think it's a pretty hard schedule, so it's no wonder I'm tired.
"No, no problem at all.The chief cooks mushrooms, they're full of energy, energy, and energy. "
Cool denies such worries without expression.
Marusaji
What about Marusaji?
Imoske and Dangoreau climbed to her shoulders because they wanted to claim their contribution.
It seems that the person walking around Cool's back was what they called a "massage to tired men."
I don't know how effective it is, but Mr. Cool began to thank me politely.
"I also realized that this mushroom is amazing.That's why it's expensive. "
I deeply agree with you as you look at me with my face sandwiched from both sides by a sea bug and a sea bug.
The mushroom power prevented me from peeing on my first day without scattering it.It feels like squeezing the mouth of the hose and spreading water. Flying diagonally horizontally or vertically makes it difficult to control the destination.
When in trouble, I'm a light instructor.
Incidentally, this is the solution at that time.When I quickly visited the store and told them about the situation, the clear beauty comfortably undertook to deal with the excessive amount of energy.
(But I'm sorry.)
I was surprised, but it won't heal even if I let it out.She finally rounded her eyes and mouth and stuck her tongue in a continuous play that lasted forever without a break.
I sat on my bed and waited for my consciousness to return, ready to be scolded.But that's what the worker, the instructor, the light patrol teacher said differently.
I can't leave it to others.I can't do it anymore. "
She exhaled her words with a deep breath and told me that she would deal with my mushrooms on a full-time basis until they were healed.
(Tomorrow, I'll do the same as Mr. Cool.)
The best professionals say you don't mind.You can sweeten it here.
As a result, I withdrew my plans to refrain from mushrooms.The next morning, he ate the same food as Mr. Cool, withheld himself in the daytime and endured patiently, blaming the light patrol teacher in Jayanne at night.
(Well, it costs money.)
In the past week, the physically instructive light patrol teacher has not been able to get customers other than me.For this reason, I have been charged the amount that I borrowed less than one day.
But it was worth more to her, and I had no problem with it because I was working during the day.
"By the way, how's the activity going?"
"It's going well."
Ask Mr. Cool as he progresses with his meal.I leaned my neck instantly because no enemy information had come in yet.
What makes you think things are going well?
"The other day, I finally came to the store with my first item."
You must have noticed that you weren't convinced.She supplemented it, and I scored on it.
(Has the 90% discount been effective?)
According to the story, the introduction of the man who handed out the flyer.
Cool has the difference of 90% off, but it would be a pity for her to pay twice as much.She initially said she would make it 'free'.
I'm the one who stopped it and got a 90% discount.
My theory is that there is a big difference between free and paid.
Anyone who is willing to pay somewhat can become a customer if their income increases.But I think those who are resistant to giving money out of their wallets will not change when they get rich.
"There were a few people who claimed to be their first products, but all of them were recovered by the shop."
I'm attracted to the story that goes on.
The store side is a concierge, right?How does a concierge with no sense of smell, such as a first-time eater (unicorn), get past it?
"It's not hard, you'll see."
It seems very difficult for an experienced person to disguise as a first thing.They say the stench of the play is seeping out.
(Like an actor in a project)
It reminds me of my previous life and falls into my heart.
Oneesan, I don't have any experience.
How many times have you raised your eyebrows with an actor in student clothes wearing such a line across the screen?
"Thank you for your meal. Now if you'll excuse me."
Cool finishes his meal and goes home with commuters.I'll take Imoske and Dangolow to the garden forest, greet Zaratan in the pond, and then go back to the kitchen to do the laundry.
(Today's daytime is a street patrol with an old lady.If you send Mr. Cool out at night, it will be mushroom power to the teaching light patrol teacher)
It was me who felt satisfied with a full day while flushing the bubbles of the dish with water.
As soon as the sun crossed Jomtien, it faded red and eventually sank to the western ridge.
After dark, I sent the visiting Mr. Cool as my first item (unicorn), and I went to Happy City to pour my energy into the belly of the teaching light patrol teacher.
(Oh, it burned out tonight, too. It burned out.)
Dive into bed early from fatigue when you get home, and get up early the next morning to prepare breakfast.The sacrifice is stew with mushrooms added to broccoli and bacon.
It's late today.
When I'm finished, I'll move to the living room and take care of Imoske and Dangoro.But one and two waiters waited, and my belly rang, and I couldn't wait to start eating, but they didn't show up.
"I'm worried. Are you safe...?"
The first thing to rub my mind (unicorn) came back after almost noon.
After removing her long black cloak at the front door, her body was covered in dry body fluids, and her knees were finally shaking and standing.
But the aura was dazzling, like a diamond dust where the frozen moisture reflected the sun's light.
First the shower, then the story.
You don't have to worry about this, rush to the bathroom and go to the kitchen to warm up the stew.
When she returned to the basin with stew on black bread and salad, Mr. Cool, who had finished showering, was being attacked on both cheeks by leeches and dandruff.
"So, what happened?"
Ask Mr. Cool when he started eating at a different time.
"I was gang-raped.It's for the first three people. "
A cool beauty who answers indifferently with no expression.My body trembled a little, I suppose, 'memory joy'.
She basically thinks with her feet on the ground.If the situation is too convenient, even if it is delusional, it will not be a story of solo play.
In other words, it is a 'situation that I didn't even imagine'.
Can you tell me?
Mr. Cool nodded quietly and began to talk after he had finished eating.
"It was our first intruder."
The scene now moves on to the old wooden bungalow longhouse.
Mr. Cool, who easily removed the razor hanging on the gap door, went indoors without making a sound.However, because the door and floor were blocked, I was noticed by the fat Sandaichi man who was the owner of the room.
"Let me see if it's no bread."
When I raise my name because there is no noise, the man returns it without even seeing how vigilant he is.
It's like this everywhere.
Mr. Cool is not surprised.I have heard the reason for not being vigilant, but I came back to say, "There's nothing to be bothered about being stolen, and a half-naked beauty like you is very welcome."
Because there is nothing to protect, the unbearable are strong.
"If you don't flip, I'll tell you right now."
Mr. Cool pushes a man to his back against the bed with his hands stretched to a very short skirt.When you lower your pants for each underwear, put a core bar that is already facing upwards on your groin and put your weight on it.
"Look, you're not wearing it."
She crossed over looking down at the man's face, but not straight down.
Her specialty is spinning.Again, its individuality was demonstrated, landing one rotation of the man's core rod on the axis.
(Eh!)
Shortly afterwards, a spark exploded in the powder magazine at the far end of Cool's stomach.The words stopped and the margin blew away, only the no-pan cafe clerk who remained stiff and trembling across.
(Was it your first?)
It excluded that possibility from the lowly words to show it.And it's probably because I wasn't looking at the feeling that I wouldn't be disappointed if I didn't expect it.
To be refilled with mushrooms, it was a burden on the mind to "take on a large number of non-first-time men every day".
(I saw it in the back. We need to get back on track and take the lead.)
Your favorite play is to take it and roll it over the palm of your hand.However, it is impossible as it is.
The male sex sword nullified the defenses of the innocent but evil ice witch and stood deep on her ceiling like a chosen sword.
(Don't move!)
I wanted a little more rest, but I don't have a stepsister to match her with a man.
The slender, fat Mitsuruji man swings up as he thinks from below, and every time he does so, he detonates her powder magazine even further behind him.
"... let's get along."
With his hands pressed against his mouth as he screamed, Mr. Cool only moved his eyes to the voice of a stranger.
Two men came into the room, both around thirty.The atmosphere was similar to that of the man under her.
"When it's over."
The man down there accepts lightly.The three conversations revealed that the new intruder was the man's brother and brother, living in a room next to each other.
No matter how hard I pushed my voice, it seems that the vibration of the two pieces of meat hitting each other shook the neighborhood.
"It's beautiful, and you can use it here."
I guess I couldn't wait.My brother pushed Cool's back to the front, pushed his butt on both sides, and pushed the middle flower with his finger.
As the electricity ran on her spine, she leaned back and turned her butt to the left and right.The eldest son laughs when he sees it, and the second son groans for further stimulus.
This is my first woman, too.
The oldest son who went on, Mr. Cool who was stunned.I didn't think so, but I soon found out it was true.
This is because the brain was about to melt when it was slowly but relentlessly forced in from behind.
(And the third?)
As she dragged her mouth and endured it, she opened her mouth in search of air because her nose was pinched.When I opened my eyes at the same time, there were three men naked at the bottom with drops floating at the tip.
"I can't stand it. Brother, okay?"
Judging from the scent rising from the base of the roots, there is no doubt about it.All three brothers were inexperienced.
Stop! I'm downstairs!
The second man on his back cried out with a distorted face.He probably didn't like the sight being taken by the crotch of the three men and the danger of dirty rain falling on his face.
"Let's get this over with."
Without permission, the three men had to wait for one of the brothers who sandwiched the beautiful woman from above and below to finish.
"Excellent! The ice of the Nopans Niente Perne Squadara (Giacho)."
As the three men stared enviously, the second man shook his chin loudly.
The ice in the words (Giaccio) is Cool's pseudonym.Ms. Cool said she thought about it herself, knowing that the real name was the jewel.
It's not a jewel like a jewel, it melts and becomes water when the time comes.
That seems to be the reason. What a poetic feeling I don't have.
Afterwards, the three brothers buried in front of Mr. Cool and behind him in the shift of "two playing and one resting", and kept shaking until near noon.
(Did you keep doing it for more than half a day?But, it's a superb treat.)
When I'm done listening, I'll untie the arm I was teaming up with the convincing nod.
But that's Mr. Cool.
The three brothers seem to have lost their feet, but Mr. Cool comes back on foot like this, although he is flustered.After all, the way you work out your hips is different.
I wonder how the Nopants Niente Perne Squadara, who knew the fake existed, would work.
It is difficult to make contact with the "Niente Perne Squadara", a no-pan group that operates freely, except by chance.
But that's the same thing over there.If you're going to 'do something about the imposter', you'll have to set a trap by locating it.
(At that time, I'll show you a huge counter.)
I'm going to use the power of the elite I'm supposed to gather to break a stretched trap.
I've been working out a plan in my head, and I've been smiling like the leader of the evil Cabal for a long time.