Briefly explain the situation to the recently returned concierge.
It's only easy. Customer information must be protected.
The concierge seemed relieved in that Mr. Cool wouldn't quit the store. He had a horrible look on his face.
Mr. Cool didn't swear, but if he could eat his first food while in Jaanne, he wouldn't quit the store.
The treatment is good, and there must be attachment.
"Then, in two hours, please come again"
Tell that to the concierge.
I guess he understood what I was trying to do. Nice to meet you, I carefully bowed my head and left Mr. Cool and left again.
"Come here, then."
I'm putting Mr. Cool in his bedroom bed.
It's my stink-stained, lifelike bed.
I didn't envisage this kind of situation, so I don't have a bed or anything to play with.
If you were going to distract the masseuse, you should have been about ready.
(Well, I don't know what to do)
Earlier, I made a statement to the effect that even though it was my first product, it was like going on a luxury golf course even though I had never been to a first-class store.
And the gracious concierge wants Mr. Cool to stay in the store.
(Allow you to eat your first food while in Jayanne, a leading store)
It's quite a difficult proposition.
Reflect on what you say and do.
I also said, "It'll be a memory, but it's too much waste."
(Yes, you just have to let it have so much value that you don't think it's a waste)
I explore my memories and remember what I wanted when I was my first.
(I thought, "I'm gonna make you say hi" and so on, even as I put the pros in front of me.)
I laugh at my immaturity, my ignorance of things, and my arrogance.
Definitely one of my many black histories.
(But what if that wish came true)
I'll keep an eye on Mr. Cool.
Wake yourself up on the bed and look at this one. Its so fantastic.
(Such a cool, super beautiful, dynamite buddy sister lays and reacts to her first self)
Wouldn't that be a very nice memory?
And would it be a powerful charm point, attracting other first things?
(but not just sensitized)
I shake my head from left to right.
Mr. Cool wants to specialize in first things.
Just being sensitive is just the same as Twinthe. They are swarmed by high-sensitivity brothers, other than the first.
I keep observing Mr. Cool.
Give that battleship-like look to Jayanne's sideline.
So far, we've been fighting in the front of the main front, look at that.
At that time, the flash, which also seems to be heaven, runs.
I hurry and pull my nearest notebook before that image disappears.
And I lined up my thoughts as much as I could think of.
"This is the modification I plan to make to you."
What do you say? Meanwhile, show Mr. Cool your notebook.
Having seen the first line, Mr. Cool suddenly began to read the literature as if he were greedy.
Eventually I lift my face off my notebook and take a hot, damp sigh.
"Please."
I laugh niggardly and put out my right hand in search of a handshake.
Mr. Cool also offered his right hand and held my hand back tightly.
(Um... this is, this is)
Touching Mr. Cool allowed me to grasp the circulation of her light and the color temperature.
Knowing about the proposed modification must have raised my mood. The center of gravity of the body shines bright yellow.
What a greedy woman.
On the back of the cool look, inside, the enthusiasm was swirling.
"So let's get started"
That's what I say, while I walk over to bed.
Mr. Cool stays half awake on the bed.
(Something's missing)
I was feeling one thing that didn't stick right now.
I haven't noticed, but I've forgotten something important, it feels like it's there at that time.
(That's right! forgot that one)
You have to decide what to call the evil organization. As in "Evil Organization," it's not a good idea.
One name immediately comes to my mind.
That's a familiar name I used to hear on TV.
(Sure, that was a name to say die, or something)
That's where I frown.
(No matter how evil the organization is, it's a Sunday morning show. from the holiday mornings all of a sudden, there would be no "die")
Moderation is what you need everywhere you go.
Modify the sound of the name slightly and tell Mr. Cool its name.
"You're going to be a member of my Dying Regiment."
The dying regiment, hearing its name, does not move Mr. Cool's expression.
But his eyes seemed cold.
Um, it's my fault, my spine's starting to freak out.
"Members are reminded to pose and shroud as a sign that they are members"
That's the guy who puts his hand in front of his chest or screams "eeh".
A must-have for an evil organization.
"Pose and, shroud?
"That's right. I'll show you my sample now. You can do it too."
I suddenly take a mid back position.
Next, he made a piece sign with his right hand, or something called a V-sign.
Now stick that piece sign sharply down along the center axis of your body.
And scream.
"Yikes!"
Original. No resemblance.
Mr. Cool is just distraught to see me like that.
Thirty past the old man's, this look that very parents can't seem to see.
It may also be natural to be suddenly shown that the sanity value will shake a little.
From Mr. Cool, I can point my gaze at you like I doubt your sanity.
But I don't care anymore.
(In another world, I decided to live the way I wanted. And I love the specials)
Already, my belly has decided. This kind of thing loses when it lights up.
"Come on, do it."
To my word, Mr. Cool's gaze temperature drops sharply to -273.15 degrees.
Even with that gaze, I was smiling, including spare time.
It's only a reward for me now that I've abandoned the outside world, such as a degree of cold air.
"If you're not going to do it, we're talking about modifications. None."
I assure you.
And go on.
Hold your thoughts on the first thing, and die.
It's like there's no more noise from the world, that kind of rumbling goes on for a while.
And Mr. Cool said, pompous.
"Okay."
I bend my mouth wide like a moon with a lower string to that word.
(Desire beat shame)
Good, really good.
The strength of desire leads straight to the strength of the Phantom... should.
"... Yikes!"
Mr. Cool screams as he protrudes his V-sign toward the bottom.
I snort satisfied.
Then, to head between those V-signs, I unbelted my pants.
Naturally.
This modification is only a form of massage.
Twinte's massage resulted in such a high sensitivity body.
As a matter of fact, it was on the practice bench to brush your arms, and it was because you knocked them down. But around us, that explains it.
And as you may have forgotten, I have the necessary conditions for my massage to work.
"Yes, me and you, if we don't feel better together, we won't get the results of the modification"
This, too, is not true.
You don't have to make me feel better at all.
But I don't want to treat anyone but the woman I want to, so I'm putting it in this kind of pre-construction for restraint.
In my words, Mr. Cool puts the color of understanding in his eyes.
Seemed to know.
In coming here, you must have looked into a lot of things about me and massage.
"Come on, do all you can with your experience and moves and take me to Nirvana!
Jaanne's main sideline, leaping her chest into the joyful expectations that that girlfriend would bring, leans closer to Mr. Cool.
That's when she looked like she was laughing.
(What!?
The next moment, I was grabbed by my collar, paid my hips, and thrown over my bed.
It was like eating aikido moves.
Standing up, Mr. Cool looks down cold at me falling on his back like no other, and takes off his bottom.
And he posed for the Dying Dying Regiment and swallowed me to the roots at once, pushing it wide with his right finger.
(Whoa)
It tastes like an adult woman.
"I'll show you."
Potholi groans.
And he showed me the strength of Jayanne's main sideline.
With me swallowed, my legs wide open, my bed narrowed and spinning.
By analogy, your horse's leg is swirling open. Alternatively, you can call it Thomas Swirl of Break Dance.
V-shaped large open legs, no. If you also think of Mr. Cool's torso, it's the downward arrow itself.
Stay in that position, shake your body wide as you rotate, to the right and to the left.
I'm supposed to be swallowed up to the roots, falling out again and again, the next moment, down to the roots.
"Whoa, whoa!
I scream. What stimulus, what absurdity.
But it's not over yet. Don't spin faster.
And at one moment, Mr. Cool stretches his hands and feet horizontally. Shaped like kanji 'dirt'.
Stop shaking your body to the left and right and move to rotation with me on the axis.
"Skewered whirlwind" is like being hit from a woman's side.
(No)
This time, they let him go. Not too many rough moves, consecutive moves, I don't have time to rebuild. Prepare for a long defeat.
But I was still thinking sweetly. Mr. Cool's finishing moves came after this.
Even the "reverse skewered whirlwind" that I was prepared to yield to was only the previous stage.
Mr. Cool draws his extended hands and legs to his side. Both hands and feet are shrunk together.
the law of angular motion volume preservation.
Simply put, the outer edge velocity of the rotating object does not change even if the radius is changed.
What happens if Cool shrinks his hands and feet, who has previously increased the radius of rotation by extending them off?
The answer is that the speed at the tip of the hands and feet remains the same, with the result that the RPM increases dramatically.
(Axis burns!
Gurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Mr. Cool's abundant lubricant has managed not to burn it. But the shaft bars are pretty hot.
I didn't have it anymore.
A go sign to your body is not strange whenever you get out.
Eventually the rotational speed drops, stops perfectly at the end, and Mr. Cool decides to pose like a swan over me.
At the moment of stopping, Mr. Cool hung a cuddly brake on the shaft rod.
By posing to repeat from there, you also apply such force as squeezing the toothpaste tube to the end.
Brake and tube squeeze, at that moment I groaned and let Mr. Cool in.
Until the timing of my finish, it was fully calculated. I was reminded once again of the dreaded power of the main sideline.
I was watching the ceiling as I fell on the bed.
In my head, I only float the number ten out of ten.
And that's when I wasn't aware at all.
The relatives who came into the room at some point looked at us from behind.
Northern Ost Continent, Spirit Forest.
The time is late in the night when even the grass trees sleep.
But there's no reason to worry about the high elves gathered in the conference room.
I just felt tired.
It's a meeting that started at noon, but because it's inconclusive, it's been going on forever and ever.
"I'll check again from the beginning."
A high elf in the role of chancellor said in a voice that seeped fatigue.
"For one thing, there was nothing unusual about the world tree"
The head of the squad who surveyed the world tree nodded.
"Two, besides the young trees in the uro of the world tree today, there is no growing tree to be a world tree"
The leader of a squad traveling around the world closes his eyes gently.
"From the above, what can you say?
The chairman looks around.
"I can't say anything!
One, fat high elf screams.
And stare at the squad leader who investigated, and continue the words.
"There's an anomaly in the world tree, so the magic irradiation inside Uro is weakened, right?
"No! There was no abnormality in the world tree. Therefore, there are other causes of weakened magic irradiation"
The head of the squad investigated disputes outrageously.
He had absolute confidence in his work.
The fat high elf, humming his nose suspiciously, now sees the head of the squad explored and opens his mouth.
"A world tree grew somewhere else than here, and the Great Charter (Magicarta) recognized it as the next generation of world trees. So the world tree stopped growing young trees. I don't know!
The leader of the squad explored, with his eyes closed, shook his head left and right.
"Every day we summon spirits for exploration and fly all over the world. And until now, there have been no reports of new world trees being found."
In response, the fat high elf distorts his mouth and vomits words as if he can't be trusted.
"It's not that it doesn't exist, you just can't find it, right?
The leader of the squad who explored opened one eye and stared at the fat high elf with a giraffe.
"In terms of probability theory, it's close to not being limitless. You wouldn't understand."
The fat elf turns to the chancellor and shouts out.
"Got it? Mr. Speaker, there's nothing unusual about the trees or the world. These two say so."
Fat elves keep an eye on the chancellor.
But, keep saying the words.
"In reality, Uro's magic irradiation remains stopped. No more young trees!
Everyone in the conference room is silent.
"One of the reports is wrong. Or both. I can only assume so."
The two squad leaders give an uncomfortable look.
"From the assumption that both reports are correct, as the chancellor said, there is nothing you can say!
That's it, the fat high elf, somewhat hips down in the chair. Breathing is rough. I breathe on my shoulders.
The chancellor looks like he chewed up a bitter bug.
It's been this repetition since noon.
No more young trees. But there are no anomalies in the trees, anywhere in the world.
The meeting could not reach any conclusions.
"We don't know, there are other factors."
"If we analyze the Magicarta and decipher what happened,"
Hidden, private language is exchanged.
But no one tries to suggest it.
Everyone understands.
We have been with the World Tree for a long time now. Can we find factors that are still unknown?
Is it possible to analyze the Great Charter (Magicarta), a huge system that was assembled by our ancestors in ancient times?
It would not be helpful to continue the meeting any further, the chairman decided to stand up and adjourn the meeting.
"So, after all, what are we going to do?
An earlier fat high elf speaks to the chancellor without even trying to hide his frustration.
"Investigation and exploration will continue. At the same time, speculation of factors we do not know, analysis of the Great Charter (Magicarta)"
"After all, nothing has changed since before the meeting began."
In the words of a fat high elf, anger creeps up.
I manage to push and kill the urge to yell at him and walk away ignoring the uncomfortable high elves in front of me.
The chancellor knew.
The fact that fat high elves are not usually the kind of people who say or do things or attitudes like this.
I attended the meeting, as did the other high elves.
They should have been calmer and more dignified.
(Unable to find a solution, blocked situation. That's what's causing everyone frustration and impatience)
I think so.
(We have to do something)
The chancellor wanted to scratch the remaining head of his hair.