I'm headed straight for the chick.
The guy at the store in the lobby, let's just call him a concierge, and the concierge says, "Is that it? Here we go again? Don't think about it."
If you're shy, you can't enjoy playing with these hands.
The chick ladies look at me and squirm a little as they start to find out who they're dealing with on the chick.
It doesn't have a very good vibe.
From the highest position in the center of the chick, a woman advances to me.
Appears to be the leader of this chick.
"You didn't do a lot of terrible things to the princess."
"Princess?"
"The child you just named."
Oh, a villain's warrant lady?
"Nothing. I fought square and square and I just won"
"Yeah, don't tell me. Do you have the courage to nominate me?
She narrows her eyes and stares at me like she deserves it.
I'm me, I take her seriously.
The chicks have enhanced lighting, so they look good. It's a little dizzy.
My face is neat.
When I saw it when I spoke, my teeth were white and lined up well.
Excellent style.
The waist is thin, but it's out.
And it's pretty shell-shaped.
"Fine. Where I want to be."
"... look forward to it."
That's what she said, she got her tongue out with Tyroli.
Pick her up from the chick stand at the reception, line up and head to the room.
Walking on the right, she grabs my right sleeve lightly with her left hand.
The hallway is a little dim. The only light is the lighting stone mounted on the wall at regular intervals.
Every time we pass in front of the lighting stone, a band of light illuminates us and flows backwards.
I look at her as chilling, wondering if I could play tricks while walking.
At that time I felt uncomfortable.
Differences in texture between face, ears and neck muscles.
Something that was deluded by strong lighting on the chicks turned into dew.
I got it.
(This guy... pretty thick makeup. Much older than expected...)
You felt my gaze, her eyes look at me and this one.
And the eyes and mouth are slightly distorted, like a fool, creating a grin.
It's like,
(Have you noticed by now?
Like I said though.
To that attitude of ridicule, my mukatsuki switch turned ON.
It was pointed out that I couldn't spot it, there is also anger.
(That face, I'll turn it into a crying and begging forgiveness face later!
I felt the inner pressure of my mind increase rapidly with warfare.
Enter the room and confront her.
The girl who brought the drink left the room just after happily receiving the chip.
From here on out, it's just the two of us, me and her.
"Let's go."
Say that, and I'll undo all my clothes.
And I command her.
"Take it off, too."
"... Normally, aren't you supposed to play with your lovers at first and boost your feelings?
"It's a waste of time"
She sighs, man.
"You really suck."
"Hurry up."
"Don't you drop the lights?
To her inquiry, I shake my head to the left and right.
I like to fight in bright rooms.
"Maybe we'll enjoy each other better after we turn off the lights, huh?
By staring silently, you strongly indicate your willingness to refuse.
In her eyes, a strong colour of anger floats.
"Damn, I came here to punish you a little, but you're harder than I imagined."
As I say, I get my hands in the dress.
Patchy, shrugging and making noises, the body shape correction gear is removed.
Corsets, pads, suspenders, underwear, fall to your feet.
And hang your hands on the last remaining dress.
"You don't think you'll make it home any safer than you made me look like this."
Throw down the dress.
The style with all the correction gear removed is like chopsticks.
Until earlier, the expression I was making by moving my eyes and mouth slightly is now heavily distorted by an evil grin.
Unable to withstand the distortion, the makeup runs countless vertical and horizontal cracks and fragments fall apart and around it.
Its thickness reached a few millimeters and it was no longer in the realm of makeup but of the left official's noro paint.
The majority of the noro peels off and rough squiggly skin appears.
Stop it. Match it with your old body, and the way it looks reminded me of one name.
I speak the name like a dawg.
"... e,... Elder Rich"
A high-ranking undead who hates the living.
Of course, she's not undead. It's supposed to be human.
It just looks so much like Elder Rich.
"I'm coming."
That said, she... let's call her Elda for now... takes the tackle setup and snuggles around.
I retreat unexpectedly.
Irregular and rough breathing, painful.
Sanity value penalties due to direct viewing, your body can't move as you think.
"Gah!"
Elda barks.
At that moment, something flies from Elda.
I glance at my torso reflexively and twitch in Sweden.
Unexpectedly, he chases flying objects with his eyes and is stunned.
(teeth! And total teeth!
All those nice white teeth were fake, too.
Elda didn't miss the gap I took my eyes off.
A tackle is set in a low position, and my body is knocked out rearward.
I try to get back on my feet, but before my back gets to the sheets, Elda's already in a laterally hardened position.
"Knock."
I try to escape, but I'm not even scared. Completely consolidated.
Even with the strength of the Thirty Way Man, you can't take the old woman out of custody.
It was said to be an extraordinary skill.
Elda's left hand moves behind me as if she were trying to consolidate even more reliably.
"Become!"
Unexpectedly raise your voice.
Because my homepage was broken through the back door.
My Umbilical Tanda, hacked, enters the offensive position on her own.
When I realized it, I panicked and glanced at Umbilical Tanda.
There, Elda was opening a large mouth with no teeth and showing a deep, pitch-black mouth.
It's like a lion trying to eat the guts of a captured gazelle.
(being eaten! My umbilical tanda will be eaten as it is!
[]/(v5r, vi) to be at war/to be at war/to be at war/
But there's no escape.
I screamed out of despair.
"Stop. Whoa, whoa, whoa!
And Gazelle was eaten by a lion.
But my despair didn't end there.
My hacked umbilical Tanda never stopped fighting no matter how much she ate.
My hell lasted endlessly, as if I was being executed for an old death sentence that wouldn't take my life in one blow.