"Welcome"
A familiar gentleman's concierge greets me warmly when I arrive in Jayanne.
But in the lobby, there is an unusual sense of tension.
Probably from the moment I came in.
(... Coming!
(... finally here)
(... Doctor Slime)
(What do you do?... by who?
With such a whisper, a stabbing gaze is directed from the sideline momentum.
But when I look back, everyone turns a blind eye.
The tension passes from the sideline seats to the chicks' altar and goes out on purpose.
Guests who notice me give way a lot.
(What is this? I don't know what to say myself, but it's not a good presence. This)
In the meantime, I found an exploded bottom sister in the sideline seat, so I come as close as I can to speak.
I'm going to ask you these days. I won't make a nomination, but it's still pending.
"Hey, wait a minute!
But I guess you thought you'd be nominated. Your sister wanders a lot.
"Oh, you know, I'm happy with the nomination. But wait a minute. To deal with you, you need to prepare your mind. Plus, I have a convenient school schedule. If it's the day before the holidays, I'll manage, but I still have class tomorrow, okay? Your opponent will likely not be able to go to school tomorrow, so anyway, just give me a minute!
It is awkward. I'm panicking. I've never seen a sister like this before.
And the other guests who see it send a look of awe. It is the vision of seeing a hero, something close to what the people of the time were pointing at, to Lindbergh, who succeeded in the Atlantic single-landed flight.
Super Dynamite Sexy Sister, the store's leading super-class battleship, is just about this body. Compared to myself, I may have felt like looking up at a far height.
I give up my conversation with your sister and move on to the chick stand.
Meanwhile, the sidelines are all looking down. It's like a student avoiding being nominated as a teacher.
And I finally get to the front of the chick.
(This is...)
I'm out of line.
All the women are stuck on the back wall. There's nobody in front of me.
Unexpectedly looking back at the concierge, he held his head.
(I guess I'll give up on this store today)
When I was lonely and monologue, a teacher appeared from the back of the chick stand.
Being the best worker in the chicks and teaching and guiding the apprentices. Teaching light patrol teacher.
The teacher moves straight ahead of me.
"We're out of time, Master Tauro"
Teacher smiling nicely. The usual teacher.
The teacher smiled at me for a moment after turning a cold glance at my colleagues sticking to the wall and the nagging sidelines.
"We apologize for the inconvenience this time. If it's okay with me, I'll be with you soon, okay?
It's the usual smile that makes me fantasize about flowers blooming in the background.
I'll answer immediately.
"Be sure, please!
Have a conversation with the teacher while making the payment at the reception.
According to this, the teacher was in the process of educating the soon to be nesting apprentices.
There, when he heard about me coming to the store and came down to say hello, he said it was that situation.
"I am truly sorry"
The teacher apologizes on behalf of his colleagues.
"No. No, don't worry about it. I'm sorry I interrupted your education."
That's what I said, my nasty brain cells brought flashes.
"One suggestion, for that education, why don't you use me?
"What? What does that mean?"
I'll make a suggestion.
"In front of the apprentices, me and my teacher play a serious battle. I'm sure watching high-level matches up close will feed their growth."
The real deal is different.
(In front of the godchildren, playing with the teacher)
This is what this is all about.
(The usual strict honest ghost instructor gets bored with joy with my moves)
Excellent.
(And in one phase, I get bored with joy with my teacher's moves. And I expose that ugly gesture in front of my godchildren)
Excellent.
My breathing gets rough even while I wait for the doctor to respond.
After much thought, the teacher probably had some thoughts, he acknowledged.
And instead of the usual upstairs, we headed to the back room on the first floor where the godchildren were waiting.
I came to the room on the first floor.
It's bigger than the usual room, one turn.
Same beds, showers and tubs.
And a magic girl-class, old young girl, waited for about three.
(In Sione, line up on the sideline at this age. The kids who served me at Bonanza, a no-hand restaurant, were about this age. I guess this difference is due to the store's management policy)
That's what I thought. Somehow, somehow, it also felt like that gentleman's concierge.
"Okay, everybody, listen up. I'm going to give you one last class."
The teacher speaks to the students.
Oh, my God, was that your last class?
"It's Master Tauro you're here for. I'm sure you all know that."
Then the girls' gaze swings and a whispering, excited chat begins.
Doctor Slime!
(Doctor Slime!)
(Take the sister-in-law on the sideline, over there...)
Bread and slap hands, the teacher quenches the noise.
"I'm going to deal with Tauro in front of you."
(Eh! The teacher!
(What happens?
(What is this?!
The teacher slaps his hands again and looks at the students with a slightly harsher gaze.
The girls got quiet all at once.
"I'll do my best to deal with you. I've never shown it to you before. It's all I've ever done."
The teacher, at one end, cuts words.
"... what you all see will be a hard, high-level one. So I hope you can feel something for yourself from here."
I see that the teacher accepted this suggestion in an attempt to show his full strength as a last resort to the students.
Then we have to do everything we can to avoid disrespect.
"Well, thank you, Master Tauro"
And the curtain of an intense game was cut and dropped, which will remain in the memory of the godchildren for the rest of their lives.
I'm in the lead.
Turning behind the teacher, he hugs from behind and starts pranking.
Keep your clothes on as usual.
As a personal hobby, I prefer to mess around dressed up rather than naked right away.
Touch as you look at the light circulation and color temperature of the teacher. It's the usual grooming.
The touching method shall never be in a hurry, never hit the odd, to the orthodox and without mistake, surely pushing the teacher slowly, but to heights.
But that's a teacher.
He's been fighting back effectively, even though he's completely behind it.
A current runs through my spine just because I can get inside my thigh.
(Damn, it's always a great run out of moves)
Continue to touch while desperately enduring.
My aim is not to increase the color temperature with grooming. We're gathering information on the teacher.
I am much more familiar with the teacher's body, such as a massage lecture with her body stretched out.
But it's not complete yet.
The goal is to become more familiar with the teacher than the teacher.
If you know anything about the teacher, you can win. Conversely, if you don't, you can't beat the teacher, I also think.
The teacher flicks his body and escapes my restraint.
And they come out with a series of hits, triple hits, quadruple hits, and one combo move after another.
Bear the sweet blow, your hips are about to melt.
Now that I know I have to fight back, I unleash the traditional moves that are passed down to the building industry.
"Shark killer."
This sweet-sounding move was knitted after a window that could not be opened, which was used to brighten the kitchen.
Aya teacher is about to get framed for unexpected angle moves.
I got away with it, but I have a cold sweat on my forehead.
But it's the same here with the cold sweat.
No, we're overwhelmingly disadvantaged at the moment.
If I couldn't get my distance with my current moves, I might have been reaped by successive combo moves.
(Don't be afraid, Doctor)
I admire. I have a sense of horrible growth myself. But the teacher continues to be a very high wall for me today.
(But today is the day to cross)
Teaching from a teacher is the foundation of me now.
I want my teacher to feel how much I've grown and how much experience I've gained.
After that, I continued my teacher's analysis, desperately avoiding the teacher's offense.
(Analysis complete, 80%. Almost there)
The teacher seems to feel something about my behavior.
I do focus on protection. The main purpose of an unleashed attack is to contain the opponent's attack rather than deal damage.
I was going to try to disguise it as much as I could and keep it from getting noticed, but given the change in the teacher's atmosphere, I'm pretty sure I'd see it taken into account.
(10% more)
I feel like praying and continue the way I fight now.
The teacher's offense is too intense to afford time to change the way he fights.
(Shit!
As soon as I was done unleashing the attack and pulling my hips back, the teacher packed the distance all at once.
A gap that cannot be called a gap, a minor delay that cannot be called a mistake, but in front of the teacher, it becomes a mistake of hatred.
I get pulled over all at once, I get a mount position.
(What! This is ah!
What the teacher rolled out was "reverse shark killing".
If the earlier "shark killing" is a technique used by a man, "reverse shark killing" is a technique used by a woman.
(But reverse shark killing is a move that requires high accuracy, even if the female user remains)
He must have disappeared the last time he was used to build a bungalow.
My mental blood sugar levels go up with the doctor's, systemic stomping.
Too sweet, already on the verge of developing. Fanta Grape 1.5L Close to one breath drinking condition.
(Damn, nothing, something. I'm gonna lose like this!
That's when I thought of it. the moves we haven't put out yet on this occasion.
That's the fist of the monk Monk.
It's a virtual shell extension, knitted for elves who are deep.
The teacher and I were light cruiser classes with each other, so we didn't have to use them.
(But this is all I have. I don't have any other hands to put out)
I feel like straw, and I release the long distance straight up.
Release.
Release.
Unexpectedly, it's working.
My long-range shooting caused a heavy recoil crashing into the deepest part of the teacher, making the control of the teacher's body's axis slightly sweeter.
The teacher slightly distorts his face to my rising and deepest impact.
But there is only a small amount of time left to earn from this.
If we keep moving, the teacher's victory will not waver.
(Please, make it!
The sensei's whole body movement, which is rhythmic, grinding and trying to suck up, has nothing to do with it.
Sparks scatter in front of you in a series of too sweet electric shocks.
The prime number I counted to endure is already 1999.
(Nostradamus!)
I scream.
As it is, it will not be long before the seven angels begin to blow their trumpets, and the final judgment will come.
And when the angel started blowing the trumpet till the fifth, I got what I've been waiting for a long time.
(Analysis complete, 100%)
Information about the teacher.
I learned more about the teacher's body than the teacher did.
More than the person, more than the parent, more than the doctor on the phone.
The teacher's passwords were all analyzed by me.
The teacher's administrative authority is mine now.
(Fight back!
But I can't be alarmed. Anyway, the other guy is a teacher.
If you are certain of a victory and give your opponent a little time, you will do something about it in that time and repeat the phase.
Like me now.
So you have to shatter your consciousness with one blow so that you don't even understand that I fought back.
(Uh-oh!
I grab both hips of the teacher riding up there.
And pull the trigger on the 30mm Gatling Cannon, manufactured by General Electric.
You've prevented me from attacking before, Doctor's offensive fence won't prevent me from attacking anymore.
Because the teacher's information has been completely analyzed, my attacks will slip through every barrier of the teacher.
The teacher jumps on me like a broken thread puppet. But I don't loosen the trigger.
Doctor, it's against the bow. It's so contrary to worrying about a broken spine. But I don't loosen the trigger.
The only time I loosened the trigger was after the gutling cannon shelling made a hole in the teacher's bottom and the surroundings were flooded.
The teacher's consciousness hasn't returned yet.
The teachers around them understand what a true battlefield is like and have no voice.
After a while, the teacher's consciousness gradually returned.
He flutters but corrects his posture and explains to the students what he is doing.
That's a lot of mental power.
In their current state, except for the teacher, the hips would remain liquefied for three days, albeit with sideline momentum.
Eventually, when I had a paragraph explaining to the students, I was gentle and let the teacher take a quadruple stance.
"Ta, Master Tauro? What the hell is this..."
The powerless arms fail to support the body and, as a result, are hipped high.
"Doctor, I'm here to win completely over Doctor. From now on, that's the finish."
The teacher is confused. The students are also frightened of what is going to happen.
I know everything about the doctor's body.
As a result, the teacher also found that he still had potential abilities.
We're going to develop it.
I am gentle and have a rich hip for the teacher.
Although I will resist, my teacher cannot escape from the damage he suffered when he lost to me earlier.
I keep loosening up slowly.
Enjoy the teacher's reaction.
And if it wasn't for me, knowing everything about the teacher, I'd be unlocking multiple locked keys with complicated procedures that I'd never have done.
Because the teacher was clean and serious, his mental aversion to it was a severe refusal to develop.
But not completely. It can be opened if it takes time and effort delicately to unlock the lock.
I made sure I was fully prepared, and I broke into the teacher's last untapped land, from behind.
The teacher's long, long scream continues without stopping.
My mind screams from my abomination and my body screams from my joy.
The scream, consisting of two chords, scratched the minds of the godchildren and they couldn't bear to keep hearing along the way, blocking their nagging ears.
But I started the grind deep and heavy and slowly, as if the steam locomotive were moving to keep a memory in the soul of the teacher.
So I beat the teacher completely.
As a price to pay for a complete victory, I had to compensate my teacher for three weeks off work, and I was supposed to go deliver the potion earlier than usual
That was the moment the legend was born in Jaanne.
At the same time, it was the moment I was banned from entering and leaving Jaanne in a substantial sense.