Explosion Bottom Sister and Mr. Cool also won the next game.
That's the end of their game, as the first day runs until Game 3.
(... as long as we win this game, we can go play)
The thought alone supports the body and takes it to the stage with yolo.
They're nuns from some country.
When it comes to figuring out why you're a nun, it's because you're wearing a veil on your head.
It's all the way under my shoulder, a black veil. Except for the face, it is covered with a white cloth to the cheek.
As a result, the age is not clear, but it is definitely young.
According to strong old man information, it seems a country where church officials are eager to learn as that moment is the state closest to God.
Sounds like a pretty nice national pattern.
"Begin!"
The referee declares.
I take a sigh of sigh at the naked veil, which tickles my manhood.
Everything is poisonous to me now.
"May I pray for you?
The nun, not moving from the starting position, inquired.
An understated chest on a slim body, clapping, as if to hide its breasts.
"... go ahead."
I admit it without thinking about it.
The nun smiled calmly and approached softly, kneeling in front of me.
(... the same color as the brow, or)
While looking at the nun's groin, check again the correctness of the legend.
"May you be called to heaven."
The nun said something noisy, depending on what she heard.
And, amen, open your mouth round, as if to say.
Shortly afterwards, a shock ran to my gentleman.
When I look down, the nun's long tongue is tightly curled.
(Chameleon?!
That's the word that came to my mind.
The moment the nun thought she opened her mouth, her tongue was fired like a bullet.
Now the gentleman is entangled in a spiral elongated tongue.
(Done)
To my stupidity, I bite my teeth.
Now I can't laugh at a mature woman who took a direct hit from her guard and gave in to me.
The game had already begun. Yet, I believed in the word pray, and exposed myself to defenselessness.
Now the nun is fleshy in my groin, trying to pull her own body with the power of her tongue.
(Get away!)
I reach out to grab the nun's head. But both my wrists are caught in the opposite direction by the nun's hand, and I can't reach them.
Dressed with both hands sealed together, the nuns can continue to attack with their tongues.
(Is it a style that specializes in tongue attacks and turns both hands to defense)
That's a nasty opponent.
I fought Reaper, I remember Beach Volleyball. She was sickle attacked unilaterally, again in the same position where she held hands together.
(Not good!)
A fierce firing impulse builds up inside of me accumulating.
Skilled tongue moves were becoming less self-controlling.
You must have felt my change. Staring straight at me to the top, I laughed with my eyes like a cat.
"Gu."
My voice leaks unexpectedly. If this happens, we'll do everything we can.
"Wear it! Astral Sword, a star phantom knife!
I scream and activate.
Long to the limit possible for me now, and thicker. This will get you out of the nun's mouth.
But the next moment, I'm stunned.
(You can't shake it off?
The blow of the star Phantom Knife Astral Sword did not reach the back of the nun's throat.
The tangled elongated tongue slowed the breakthrough of the star Phantom Sword Astral Sword. In the meantime, the nun has succeeded in pulling her face and taking distance.
Besides, my tongue was flexible in responding to my size changes and kept attacking me without stopping.
(Tongue!
If it was a mouth, I could definitely get out. But as for the tongue, I didn't even assume it.
Astral Sword, a star ghost sword in bitterness while intertwining his tongue into his body. The figure looked like a gallivar sewn to the ground with dozens of ropes.
"Ugh."
Again, I hear voices.
The nun, surprised by the star Phantom Sword Astral Sword for a moment, intensified the offense again.
A tongue curled like a tornado potato begins to advance forward and backward at high speeds.
Too fast, there was a strobe effect.
A spiral pattern made of tongues looks fantastically shaken. It's like the wheel of a car driving.
(Bear it!)
There's a big wave coming up at me.
I managed to get through it, but beyond it, I saw a series of further waves.
The sight brings despair to me.
Nun moves aren't just fast. And it wasn't just tough.
There was so much skill there that I thought I had studied my manhood.
It can't be self-taught. Definitely, highly educated. As it was in the words of an old man on the strong side, I guess the church is organizing and mentoring.
(Damn it. Oh, my God!
There's a gentle smile on my head from the head of the Alliance.
(I can't lose, for the guild leader who gave it to me)
Mr. Cool's face, though scarce in expression, also floats, if carefully observed, feeling adorable.
(Unbeatable, as the leader of the Dying Regiment)
Explosion Dressed Bottom Sister, strong old man, Deputy Guild Manager for Santa who sent me off to the Holy Capital, his face appears one after the other and flows.
They're all the people who expected and supported me.
(I can lose, Nye, expect Citecletian people notameni)
Yes, you can't lose.
(Losing Larenai, Makelarenai)
The sound of the venue strangely distracts me from my ears.
Soon my vision darkened and I couldn't see anything.
(Makelarenai, Makelarenai, Makela)
Sound and light, everything goes away.
And I wonder how much time has passed.
After a feeling that seemed short or long, suddenly, the light returned to a world that was dark.
I can't hear a sound.
At the same time, with dazzling brightness, the surrounding sights pop into your eyes.
Under his eyes, audience seats and match venues were wide open. It was as if, in the middle of this great space, it was also looking down from a high place.
At the edge of my vision, I see me and the nun. It's one of the round stages on the wall.
Hurry up, there was me peeling my white eyes and drooling my saliva. The nun on the other hand is burying her face at the base of my leg and squeaking her throat.
Eventually the nun releases her face and wipes around her mouth with the back of her hand.
The face was glowing with satisfaction.
"hahaha"
I somehow became sexually pleasant and laughed out loud.
And fly around the nuns. But she doesn't notice me at all.
I look at my own dumb face and laugh again.
Now skip over the audience and go to the backup seat. I saw the magical face of the guild leader and the worrying face of the strong old man, and it made me laugh once again and laugh aloud.
'Hmm?'
On the other side of my head, I noticed a white glow.
The desire to go there swells rapidly.
I continued to laugh and rose to the light. Almost there,
Gatan
I woke up.
He was held by a cleric and lay in a bedroom in the middle of nowhere.
The cleric, who noticed that he had returned to consciousness, told me not to worry because there were no abnormalities in his body.
(... oh, you lost me)
Finally, I understood my situation.
I was defeated by a nun, let go of consciousness, and transported here.
(Excuse me, guild leader)
The first thing I felt was sorry.
It wasn't just the guild chief, Mr. Cool, the blast bottom sister, and others who supported me couldn't meet their expectations.
And the next thing I felt was remorse.
I did everything I could, I don't think.
(Still could have done it)
Though it may be thoughtful, that was how I felt right now.
(if you don't get distracted by the run out)
(Wasn't there something I could do even if my hands were sealed?)
Such regret springs up.
I sighed heavily and shook my head left and right.
Now, there's nothing I can do.
And the last thing I felt was selfish, that's why I'm being honest.
(You don't have to be patient anymore)
There was also openness in the sinking feeling, but it did exist.
Without covering it up, you're bigger than the disappointment.
It's hard, I still think so. With which mouth do you say sorry or regret?
(Not very much, but you can't fight in the world)
A laugh of self-derision comes to my face naturally.
(I don't know if you're alert or how to fight. First of all, I was losing.)
I hear a lot about the mental body, but I felt like I figured out why the "mind" was in front of me.
Waking up Noronoro and his upper body, he puts his feet down from the bed.
Then he started walking to the shower booth as he replaced the wall with a handrail.
The game ended this day and we all had dinner.
Nothing was said about my loss.
He kept his face as a kingdom merchant guild when he advanced to the third round. Only the strong old man seemed a little sorry.
I heard that. My heart lightened and my expression brightened.
While I'm at it, it's cash.
And after that, it's free time.
The women are just like yesterday, the hot springs and Esther. I lose my mind in my daily efforts.
Speaking of which, I'm acting separately from the Alliance Commander tonight.
Exactly the same day in a row, I'm not going to open the "door to sin".
(If so, there is only idle live)
Soon after the meal, the strong old man disappeared.
Definitely, it would be in a live venue. I'll go on, too.
"Whoa."
Entering a live venue, I accidentally raise my voice of admiration.
It's so hot.
Many men are calling out loudly. Surprisingly, the voices are aligned.
Dozens of idols on stage perform brief choreographic dances and quite a few sings.
That makes me feel familiar, very good.
Perhaps this intimacy is one of the reasons why people are attracted around the world.
(Equal size idol)
Those words came to mind.
In fact, if you go into a small room, you reach for it.
I cheered with a visual imitation and jumped to the rhythm, tense with anticipation.
"Sorry to bother you."
That's what I say, knocking at the door of the little room.
Finally, it's long-awaited contact time.
What I chose was a girl who was singing but playing Master of Ceremony.
It seems normal, but it's really good.
"Thanks for coming. I'll do my best."
Good luck, I adore posing with. Quickly, let's do our best.
When I pushed him down and tried to take off his clothes, he got wasted.
Take it off until your underwear.
Stage costumes are hard to put on and take off.
"I see."
I push my long white boots underneath my knees on both sides.
A red tiered skirt or pink jacket in white, reminiscent of a swallow tail outfit, remains on.
Quickly, interrupt inside, singing the song you just heard with your nose, going back and forth.
(Well, that's normal)
Don't ask every woman in this world for a level like your opponent today.
This is the flavor that you can enjoy safely. I get tired every time I get triggered with a big move that will drain my liver.
With that in mind, I heard a little singing. She started singing to my nose.
Honestly, I'm not that good at it. The pitch is also slightly off. But it also had a good taste.
I put my hips in line with her song, high and high.
She comes on board, too, and even as she gets poked in, she poses as far as she can.
Eventually, one whole song, that's how I enjoyed it. Of course, it's a simultaneous finish at the end of the song.
"I've never seen a perfect fit like this before"
She says in surprised wind as she lets her breath bounce with her upbeat face.
You have enough arms to adjust the timing of each other.
Of course, I wouldn't say that.
"After all, the power of music is great."
I'm lying.
She gave a hazy look as to what she had in mind, then smiled nicely.
(Yeah, kid.)
My still scratchy heart is healing. I felt attractive or attractive that I was going to become a fan of by accident.
Feel warm and leave the small room.
Then again, back up at the live venue.
You cannot enter a small room in a row. Only once for every member change.
After about two songs are performed, line up in a small room.
"Excuse me."
Go through the small door, careful not to hit your head.
"There you are."
Now it's boyish. Wolf-cut, my boy Wolf-chan.
Quite a riddle. Talk about a lot of female fans, too, I can snort.
Now, like other members, he's wearing a costume that looks like a mini skirt with a princess's dress.
Boy-like girlfriend and princess clothes, how cute that gap is.
I don't know.
When I complimented him on the suitability, I said that in light of the light.
She looks like a girl and worries it won't work for her.
I laughed happily when I forcefully said that it didn't happen, it looked great on me.
This is another refreshing and handsome figure.
If I were a woman, an arrow might have stabbed me in the heart.
(This is definitely not used to being said she's cute)
From what I've seen so far, that could be the weakness.
I'm covered, and I'm cute, and I'm poor, and I'm adorable, and I call out.
I keep praising as I ride up and rock back and forth.
(Correct)
Every time I praise you, you try to entwine me inside.
I'm sure you're sincerely happy to be told you look like a girl.
Objective opinions are strictly forbidden at times like this.
People are very happy when they are praised where they want praise. I was taught a pillow talk at the whorehouse.
"Hey, I don't know if I can serve you."
Thanks to continued praise, Wolf, who is in a perfect mood, speaks so.
I definitely decided to ask for it.
Now I'm going down.
Don't be surprised.
Wink nicely.
Then he swallows me in the riding position and goes up and down with a mouthful of one, two, three.
"4!"
At that moment, the taste changed.
"Huh?!
I raise my voice, barbaric.
Wolfe started counting at 1,2,3, this time over there, even as she gave an enduring look.
"4!"
"Yeah?!
Taste changes again. No, should I say I'm back?
Oh, my God, Wolfie, every four strokes, she changes the place to welcome me.
Normal at first, Behind.
By the way, I know some of you are worried about your brother, but the technology in this world is very advanced. Magical treatment, perfect hygiene.
Behind the scenes, Wolf's posture changes dramatically. It's a tricky move if you don't have a lot of muscle strength and body flexibility.
Apparently, Wolf is as versatile in sports as it seems.
"That's four!
"Whoa."
"Yes four!
"Uhii."
Wolfe, my wretched voice and my pitiful hands echo in the small room.
I enjoyed it so much.
In the end that night, I stayed stuck in a live venue.
Along the way, I misplaced myself with the strong old man who came out of the small door. Greetings, Brother.
I eventually had fun with the four idols and went back to my room satisfied.