Playroom with sofa and table on king-size bed, plus bathtub and shower facilities.
There, now, two pairs of men and women were staring at each other.
"Well, what are you going to do? Sister of werewolf. You want me to call someone from the store?
Blonde Long doesn't break her laugh.
"You can guard anything you want."
With the authority of the Imperial Mission of Friendship, it doesn't matter. I guess that's what you're thinking.
The sister of the opposing werewolf, Wahrwolf, also returns with a mundane smile.
"I'm not going to be such a hassle. I'm just gonna crush it right here."
Blonde Long's eyes narrow and his eyes cast a dark shadow.
"... you're pretty strong. From my eyes, you seem to lose a lot more strength than the lady over here."
I stuck my teeth out of my inclined mouth and laughed, continuing my words.
"Well, it's convenient for us to keep the game going. Well, let's do it."
Then he spreads his hands wide and poses just as if he were to hang on to me.
"I hope you don't get me wrong. It's not a game from now on, dude. You will pay for your sins."
Blonde Long shrugged her shoulder and looked away, not scared.
A brunette short hair with an uncomfortable face enters from behind and flies a fierce glance at the sister of the werewolf.
"The beastly flair slaps a very big mouth. Let's crawl and cry and beg for forgiveness, like the wolf Wahrwolf."
I look back at the blonde long in the back and I complain with my eyes that let me do it.
"Whatever you want. I want to stab your daughter in the face too."
Answered Blonde Long turns to Instructional Light Patrol Sensei, distorting his face and throwing words like a mockery.
"We need to do this right to the end. I feel sorry for you for killing me or stopping me."
Turn up, laugh your ass off. But the laughter was cut off along the way.
The high reflective ability of the blonde long causes her to avoid both spitefully stretched hands. That too sharp an attack blew the blonde long grin in an instant.
With a harsh look, he pours a sharp gaze on the raider.
Ahead, there was Teaching Light Patrol teacher standing loose with a cold smile on his face.
(The atmosphere is very different.)
Blonde Long unconsciously takes a defensive stance.
The quiet woman had an atmosphere of swordsmiths in front of her eyes.
(WHAT? Like this)
I don't remember for a long time. But I've felt it before.
It's been a long time since I became a strong man. The feeling of long blonde hair being forgotten. It was an instinctive alarm, ringing ahead of an overwhelming being.
But Blonde Long hasn't noticed yet.
"Wolf" Wahwolf! Weren't you going to crush us? There's more to clapping than that. "
Dark-haired short hair, on the other hand, is fiercely attacking the sister of the werewolf.
By moving quickly to the left and right, he blocks the escape route, corners the bed and corners the room.
"Hmm. Such a big swing, there's no way you can hit it"
Pull down the sister of the werewolf "Wahwolf" who tried to take the pushdown mount position, in reverse.
He grabbed both ankles where he let them fall on his back and spread his arms wide left and right.
I'll ask him if he's strong enough to slap a big mouth.
Glimpse at the base of the leg open on the V-shape and throw up.
And when I put my legs on my shoulders, I pressed them against my unspeakable mouth.
Taste my weapon, which can be likened to a broken castle hammer.
Knock in at once using a spring all over your body. But soon, he only raised his face wide.
A broken castle hammer was pushed in from all around the area, stopping him from moving forward along the way.
"Is this power unique to the werewolf? But it doesn't work on me. It just doesn't work."
Short black hair that wins and speaks out. Supported by absolute confidence in resistance to force moves.
But the sister's answer to the werewolf, Wahrwolf, was unexpected.
"Nothing. You don't have to take them down."
The sister of Wolfwolf, a werewolf who laughs invincibly, even as she floats a ball of sweat on her forehead. Six packs are floating thinly in the abdomen.
Dark-haired short hair didn't understand what she was saying and frowned.
"Don't know? Then I ask, can we move now?
Staring at her even making a grin on her mouth, she lets her tough ankles say things and tries to move forward and backward.
But as for the muddy exhaust car, I can't let my body twist to the left or right as I raise a loud roar, nor can I move forward or backward.
He punches his face in the tongue and his short brunette opens her mouth.
"I'll admit I sealed the motion. But there is no place beyond that. You may not lose, but you won't win."
It's a battle. You have to win.
This woman spoke to me first. How can we make that happen in this state?
I don't know what you're thinking.
But I can even see room for the look on the werewolf's face. That was creepy for short black hair.
"Uh-oh!
There, pitifully, the voice of an impudent man echoes.
"Brother!
There is no mistake in this voice. But I've never heard anything like this before.
Face the blonde long as she holds her agitation in.
What's there is a flipped blonde long, like a toddler who can change diapers. fully articulated and exposed to unprotected daisy blossoms in the air.
And in the flower, the middle finger, like the white fish of Teaching Light Patrol Sensei, was penetrated deep into the roots.
"Stop it! Stop it!
Blonde Long exclaims.
Teaching light patrol teacher who silenced it. Every time her fingers are awkward, the element of life sprays up and dirties the sheets.
Not the usual amount. The sea of life was already forming in the indentations created by the wrinkles of the sheets.
(Bad)
To see the situation, brothers and sisters lose as they are. Despite the fact that the pernicious habit of taking the first look at each other has been dispelled.
It's hard to believe, but you can't just leave it like this.
"Gu."
I tried to go to my brother's rescue, and he noticed that I couldn't move.
Dark-haired short hair that strengthens the rush color. Sister of werewolf tells in a pale tone.
"I won't let you go to help me."
She had a complete understanding of her strengths and her role.
(my moves don't work)
With the reward of short moves, I have already understood. The opponent's power is much higher than his own, and moves dominated by strength have not increased their effectiveness.
To defeat this man, you need a knife-like, cleavage move. If it was a one-on-one battle, it was an opponent you would never win.
(But you're not one-on-one)
If you're the only opponent you can defeat with the blade If you do, you can hold out until an ally with the blade arrives. The enemy in front of you won't let him go anywhere else until then.
(My job, this)
There is no pride or greed there.
There was only the appearance of making the most of the properties of muscle strength and endurance and being thorough with the shield.
And that authentic endeavor is rewarded.
"Thank you for waiting."
From behind the sister of the werewolf, a voice can be heard.
That tells us that Jaanne has arrived with the best cleavage, a trumpet check.
At the same time, it was an indication that the blonde Long had been defeated.
The voice is quiet but cold everywhere I've rarely heard of her as my best friend.
(if you do)
Cold air runs on the back and becomes zombie.
Perhaps these men have unsealed her, which should not be unsealed. A decent ending, you won't be greeted.
"Woman! What have you done to my brother?"
Dark-haired short hair screams, even as the sister of the werewolf seals her movements.
I couldn't believe him. It is not easy to be good at being shown in front of you, such as a brother who surpasses himself with strength and succumbs to such a luxurious opponent.
"Let me explain it to you. To your body."
Instructional Patrol Sensei turns behind her brunette short hair with a cold smile.
The sister of the werewolf "Wahrwolf" goes along with it, opening up the area even while depriving her of her dark-haired short-haired body of freedom, and giving the place to her best friend.
Teaching light patrol teacher slowly buried its white and delicate middle finger, loosening up.
"Ooh!
Dark-haired short hair growls like a beast.
"Is it here? No, right here."
Instructional Light Patrol Sensei cares not at all, even letting the medical atmosphere drift, while exploring his fingers.
"It's forbidden."
This is punishment, not a game, so keep saying.
This technique, which she uses for long blonde hair and is also being used for short dark hair, is called "Machine Side" Kisoku ".
That has absolutely nothing to do with the fullness or happiness of the mind. Instead of even going through the spinal cord, it's a technology that activates the flesh directly.
Naturally, it is strictly forbidden to use it in games because it deviates greatly from the essence of male and female moves.
"I'll be there then."
And Teaching Light Patrol teacher puts his strength on his fingertips.
The act, by analogy to a machine, is to push the magnet switch directly.
Force the motor resting on the back of the groin to start, disregarding all the protective features provided by the stimulus to the person's body.
"Whoa, whoa!
An element of life is drawn up from the bottom of the body and released outside.
It's supposed to end in instantaneous motion, but not now. As long as the magnet switch continues to be pressed, the motor will not stop moving.
(My life force is taking away!
Life expectancy is shredded. I'm scared of that feeling. I don't know if that's true. But the brunette had short hair, I believed so.
"Stop it!"
Scream.
I felt a danger to my life, and no longer have a grudge or an outspoken audience.
But the cry is completely ignored, and lives continue to be drawn up.
The commanding tone became a request, a plea, and a cry and a plea for forgiveness.
"Phew."
For the first time then, Teaching Light Patrol teacher laughs out loud.
"I should have asked you, too. Please don't."
An icy smile floating in your mouth.
"Was it to fall, or crush? We can help you."
I just need to stop, make my fingers dive firmly deep.
With high skill and dedication to customer service, Teaching Light Patrol Sensei can also be likened to Tendai.
The closer he approached the essence of polishing his moves, he also increased his knowledge of the technology that should not be used.
(You guys can use it, right?)
Chuckle.
Her personality will not allow her to use the moves. But it respects the other person, but it is not.
There was no reason to hesitate against the enemy, and those among them who did not need to show respect.
(unsealed)
The sister of the werewolf, I think, is turning her tail hair upside down.
It was this thing that I intuited earlier.
The men stepped over the line and unsealed her heart.
Ironically it was only limited to themselves.
"Oh."
Eventually the elements of life that had been filled in the storage tank bottomed out, and the last scratch, along with the sound of sipping soba, was drawn onto the sheet.
Seeing that, Teaching Professor Light smiles gently and utters words.
"But not yet."
The motor overheats and emits an alarm when the liquid that was also performing the cooling function is gone. However, the protective function to work, Thermal Relay, is bypassed, so the operation will not stop.
Teaching light patrol teacher looks at the short brunette hair that starts cramping back and forth with Nico.
Eventually the electric motor with short dark hair burned and lost its function forever.
Being late for his brother, the blonde long, is a fifteen-minute event.
As playtime came to an end, the three of them were cooling or dampening their throats with warmer drinks.
The three of them, by the way, because they also included the brown wave.
"We've learned a lot from each other."
The brown wave keeps your head down, aware that you couldn't do your part.
Teaching Professor Light speaks to her gently and labors. There is already no atmosphere like the incarnation of ice and snow.
(She grabbed something, too)
Due to his personal preference for thickness and excessive confidence, Brownwave played the faint that he said he would faint after being poked behind his back.
But she also seems to have learned something from the defeat.
(I've had a good experience in a while too)
At the end of the day, anyway, it was a battle against a rehearsal that had not been seen recently until halfway through.
It's not uncommon for two people to play at the same time. This time, they punished because they ignored the denial of will.
(Nevertheless)
Two men, sinking in the sea of life they created themselves.
(If she hadn't come, it would have been us)
These men were going to blame their opponents thoroughly, out of confrontation with Reaper. From what I have said and done so far, I can ask how it is.
(Again, I can count on you)
Teaching Professor Light shifts his eyes to his best friend. She was drinking coffee that had cooled to room temperature and seemed not to taste good.
Occasionally, she makes her nose snap and says she doesn't know the scent. Perhaps because the scent of the sea tide of life is full of indoors.
"... thanks"
Sister of werewolf. Its strength is many sheets lower than that of yourself or your exploded bottom sister.
But she can get an accurate picture of the situation and do what she has to do. That sense of trust does not allow other followers.
Once again, thanking her, she flickered lightly, moving her ears picturesque.