Before me, the man who was the pilot of the Merchant Alliance Knight.
I've heard of a bad reputation many times, but this is the first time I've seen him. I may have color glasses, but I feel like my personality is bent, and I feel like it stinks.
"So what about those two over there?
Two men in the back row. Both would be forty entanglements.
Guild leaders raise their voices, ho ho.
"The pilots of the Adventurer Alliance."
Surprised me again. Can the guild pilot take the practical exam?
To my question, the guild leader shrugs his shoulders.
"I follow my dreams because it's not personal freedom."
You mean you really wanted to go to the Knights, though you became a knight pilot in the Adventurers Guild?
"Take a look, give me the guild leader of the Adventurer Guild. I don't think I knew you were going to show up with that bitter face."
Our guild leader seems delighted.
At the end of that gaze, the big man sits in a grumpy mood.
"This time, besides the students, we're expanding our appearance range. The desperation of the Knights is coming through."
My eyes are poured into the contestants' rows as I hear the words. I was looking for someone I knew.
Braided Big Super Boobs is finding it on the admission march. It was easy because the giant twin opium vertical swings that protruded forward were raising and lowering the jaws of the men in the venue.
(No way)
But I don't see another one.
I was starting to get worried that I'd lost the qualifying round.
(was there)
One female student lined up as much as in a row. He holds his long hair together in a high position behind him and drips it.
I see that familiar look, and I get a sense of relief.
(Good luck, ponytail)
Although it is unexpected that the contestant frame has been widened, it is a great opportunity that an extraordinary practical exam has been held.
Assuming the ponytail is defeated, there will be no going back to the whorehouse. Then there is no longer any reason for me to hesitate to support you.
And after the principal's long greeting, he began to be ready for the game.
Already in yesterday's group league, the contestants have been narrowed down to sixteen.
Today's game is contested in tournament form by the sixteen of them.
(You can win twice)
The top four can participate in Knights training. In other words, if you win twice, you get in the frame.
I follow the ponytail into the mock cockpit with my eyes.
Drawn on the auditorium floor, a large magic formation.
A simulated cockpit set up to face its outside.
With the operation of the ponytail in the simulated cockpit, the golem, which was held back on the outer edge of the magic formation, moves out at a height of one meter.
Golem, who entered near the center of the magic formation, is a knight's miniature.
As long as he is within this magic formation, the Golem accepts remote manoeuvres from the simulated cockpit. I mean, if you get out of the magic team, you can't move and you lose.
"Begin"
Simultaneously with the hanging of the referee, the ponytail jumps forward a lot.
And he shook down sharply, wielding a great sword in both hands.
(Strike!)
Unexpectedly, he lifts his hips from the VIP table and grabs himself by the handrail.
Ponytail's golem swung from the top and blew his opponent away.
Go ahead without getting in your hair and kick forward where your opponent is about to get up. The opponent's golem goes outside the magic formation. There's a fight.
(... you're getting stronger)
I whistle small.
You don't look the same when you fought me.
"Vibrant."
The guild leader is also impressed.
A total of eight games are played in four magic formations, pinching a few breaks.
And then World War II was started.
(Braided tits super big tits!
A woman in pilots' clothes walking along the outer edge of the magic formation in front of her to the simulated cockpit.
The shell-shaped chest shakes heavily. I can't go wrong.
(Braided tits super big tits, you made it through the first round, too)
I didn't see the game because it was played in a magic team away from my seat.
Safely pawned, above all.
(Is she the next match)
Stick his butt into the mock cockpit with a tight miniskirt while rocking his stunning boobs.
The venue is nailed to its appearance. If here's a "uniform store. I'll have all my uniforms. Come on, you too, now, uniform, conquer! 'The more she solicits her reservations in, the more guests she will need to organize tickets.
Unfortunately, I have already resigned from my position.
I can hear the roar from next door, so when I turn my face, the guild leader has a rugged face with his arms together. Those eyes stick to one super big tit.
My ear picks up the grunt that I was going to go again before I stopped.
That's the guild leader. I've already tasted it, and I even know that I'm retired. Same information-gathering power.
(The other guy is......, Niyanya Laughing Brother)
Last time I slapped him off in a group league. But this time it seems to have fallen out.
My senses are that she's got braided tits, super big tits, and I think she was snuggly.
(Braided tits super big tits. Neither do you. [M] Show me the proof of growth!
I know she's wearing a bespoke bra that uses magic to live her daily life. Because that's the proof that I trained her.
And I think of when I spent time with her.
I went to the store without an appointment and the ponytail was on vacation. I nominated Braided Big Boobs.
It will be the second time with her. It was terrible last time, but this time it was terrible to hang a wheel. I guess it's because my fresh feelings for super boobs were gone.
(You were worried about the concierge too)
Braided tits super big tits sales are down the right shoulder and now I can't even pay for her fixing.
I'll have to ask you to stop soon, that's what I was talking about.
(Do you want to take your skin off?)
My motivation is at the bottom, but playtime is still there.
Sleeping naked in front of me, braided tits. I thought about what I could do while doing my eyes to Super Boobs.
(Your charm is its high elastic super big tits)
Braided Big Super Boobs securely exposes Mr. at first sight in a whorehouse.
Naturally. Few men can't move their minds when they look at those breasts.
(But you have such a big drawback to break that charm)
I don't have an active service just to let myself go. It's called tuna.
The guests, attracted to the super boobs, excitedly take them to their rooms.
Braided tits super big tits left alone. She just takes off her clothes and falls asleep in bed, closing her eyes.
A few moments pass and a big question mark rises on the head of the guest. But braided tits super big tits don't move.
"Be my guest later."
The hospitality of a super-breasted girl, the disappointment of the guests who expected it, is very great.
Interested, they jerk off one super boob in front of them, then appropriately penetrate and leave immediately. Naturally, there will be no re-nominations. Her repeater rate is zero without falsehood.
(Now I can't plant the service for braided boobs)
Different mindsets about work. Still, she thinks, 'You just have to take your clothes off and sleep on it'.
You wouldn't be able to correct that stained feeling without even throwing it into Teaching Light Patrol teacher's camp.
(Then I'll sensitize you. so much so that the reflexes of the flesh entertain the guests)
If you don't have a spirit of service, you just have to rejoice in the raw reaction. It's with Ponytail's teeth.
That wasn't an act. Seriously, big serious. That's why I enjoy it.
(If you're going to be more sensitive, you only have those super boobs)
The biggest and only advantage she has. Where does it go without increasing the sensitivity of those super boobs?
I opened up my Demon Eye abilities a long time ago and did a shameless makeover on the doctor part of Doctor Slime.
(Done)
An hour later, I will watch Braided Big Super Boobs lay down, modified on their own, with satisfaction.
And breathe softly on the tip of the super boobs, that sharp, stiff, soaring part.
"Oh, ho."
I accidentally laughed with my voice.
Braided tits Super big tits just moved the air, twirling her voice and even slightly cramped.
The two protrusions that have been modified have evolved into beings that far surpass only one bean.
If you just stiff and pointy in sight and breathe like you do now, you twist yourself without overwhelming the leaking voice.
(With all this reaction, the customer should be satisfied too)
I left her in my room groaning with my unfocused eyes and walked out into the hallway with satisfaction for my work.
A few days later, I visit the store again to play with a properly booked ponytail.
Then an old concierge let me knit her face down and tell her the story about her super big tits after.
Crazy whispers that sound all the way down the hall, and the sound of tapping things. To unprecedented noise, the elderly concierge said he glanced softly indoors from the hallway.
The sight I saw from the gap in the door. It's a braided big super big tit who waves her body hard as she shouts, and the appearance of a customer grabbing at that body and even bumping into her chest.
The customer's expression was desperate and it was as if the fisherman were fighting the big fish.
"Customers will be satisfied with that."
An elderly concierge gives her granddaughter a compassionate, gentle smile.
The frozen tuna became no longer a rhinoceros rushing through the ocean plains. Powerful pulls and fierce jumps make fishermen unattractive.
(But the world of men is wide and deep)
I did a good job while I was there. Even so, I put my arms together and shook my head to the left and right.
I remember something.
Plus later, when I walked through the entrance to the store to play with ponytails again. That's when I happened to get a chance to talk to people from the stars of Opie.
And they marveled at their ecology.
The specifications of this world whorehouse can be accomplished without equipment until the end. I can't wait to see this.
But those who come from the stars of Opie do not ask for it. It starts at the thoroughbred chest and ends up pinching and firing. Downstairs, of course, I don't even demand a tongue.
"Is that satisfying?"
I asked the star man.
Oppa's star people look at each other and shake their necks left and right in a avant-garde artist-like manner that laments the incomprehensibility of ordinary people.
The only thing that came out of my mouth was the phrase 'I don't understand it anyway'. He even seems to be giving up explaining.
(You must have come walking over hard history. He may have been discriminated against and persecuted.)
Even if you can't understand it, you can admit it.
Their atmosphere had the weight to make me think so.
By the way, there is a structural problem with the opium star that even if the male side is satisfied, the female side does not finish.
This is where it's hard for them, and I still want them to be happy.
But braided big tits super big tits are the ones that smash such a structure. She finishes over and over, just the stimulus to her chest.
Her appearance was shocking to them. It is not long before rumors spread and it is the end of being glorified with the Goddess.
With a little more star population, Braided Big Super Boobs could even have been named to the top in that store.
"All right! That's not how it goes."
My consciousness is drawn back to the present by the voice of the Alliance Commander.
By the way, the guy the guild leader is cheering on is a braided big super tit. It would be natural to support a super-breasted girl as a man.
I'll get back on my mind and see what the game looks like.
(Sounds good)
Braided Big Super Big Tits was pushing Nianya Laughing Brother around.
Prevent with a shield and cut back with a sword.
Where I try to escape to the side, I quickly step out and restrain myself.
Notably, the number of legs.
The number of times you wave your sword or shield, the amount of exercise you frequently step out to the left or right.
(The efficiency of magic operations is out of step)
Probably the same amount of magic as or less than Niyanya Laughing's brother, which has clouded nearly double the amount of exercise.
(After all, was the theory correct that 'the moves of men and women lead to the manipulation of knights')
I put my hand on my chin and thought.
(Even to polish yourself, going to the whorehouse is indispensable)
Nod deeply and pledge yourself to continue to improve.
By the way, this theory hasn't spoken to braided big super tits. Her perception is that 'something may have recently crossed the wall'.
Eventually, Niyanya Laughing's brother's golem is cornered by the outer edge of the magic formation and begins to be unilaterally struck by the sword.
"Until then!
The referee declares when he sees Niyaniya laughing brother Golem bow to his knees.
Braided Big Super Boobs is jumping out of the mock cockpit and screaming joyfully as she bounces around.
Naturally super boobs go up and down intensely, and the faces of the audience go up and down,
The opposing Niyanya laughing brother had beaten the simulated cockpit over and over again and had been seized by the instructor.
If you win this game, you will be confirmed within fourth place. I guess I couldn't contain my emotions.
(Congrats)
I had already lost interest in my Niyanya laughing brother, so I blessed her with pure braided tits super boobs.
(The bra inner, it's a gift from me. Take care of yourself)
With regular potion delivery and rewards as a pilot, the money I was saving. The first magic item I bought using a large part of it was the Magic Shield's awarded inner.
Even if you move around with this, your braided tits super big tits mind won't be disturbed.
(Well)
Finally, the main event for me.
The game is about to start, which took place within the fourth place of the ponytail.
Ponytails are stronger than braided big boobs. That's for sure.
But that doesn't necessarily mean we can break through World War II. Because there are opponents in the game.
Braided Big Super Boobs can also be said to have been lucky. Niyanya laughing brother is not so strong opponent.
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
The reclining courtesy old man standing opposite the ponytail is definitely a former pilot.
You want to show me, 'I'm not a candidate like you, I'm a pilot,' with a pilot's badge on my chest.
(That?)
So I wondered.
The pilot is not a national qualification. The man who got his seat as a knight pilot is the pilot.
For this reason, there is no such thing as graduation. When you get a seat in the Knights or Guild, you leave school.
"Why are you wearing the pilot's badge?
I'm the guild leader. Surely the former pilot should not have been recruited anywhere after losing the Merchant Guild Knight cockpit.
I didn't just give it back.
"What?"
If you look closely, it looks like the badge I'm wearing.
"Exactly. I don't think I'm wearing the Knight Commander's ornament."
That's a bitter look on your face.
Something must have stinked when I tried to make him return it. I stopped going on about this topic any longer.
"I want you to do your best for the horsehair lady."
Totally agree.
"Begin!"
Looks like you're ready for the game while you're in conversation with the guild chief.
Along with the proclamation of the referee, the battle between the two begins immediately.
A magic formation about ten meters in diameter, painted on the floor of the auditorium.
In the center of it, little knights, one metre tall, scatter the sparks of the gladiator violently against each other.
The ponytail is a single swing down from the top.
The opposing former pilot has made various moves from the front eye.
(Wondering what it is)
Ponytails are pushing, albeit slightly, on the battlefield.
It's a good thing the supporters are dominant, but I don't like the way the former pilot fought what he said.
(A lot of wasted moves, I guess)
Make it a ponytail. Make it a former pilot, both sword arms are better than mine.
Melee will knock you out in no time.
But I'm in action with the pilots' school simulation, and only my eyes are fat. That eye was making me uncomfortable with the sword muscle of my former pilot.
First of all, there is a lot of preliminary motion.
I can see you swinging, take-back, I'm about to punch you in.
Furthermore, the way the body is judged is weirdly exaggerated.
(It's more like doing it consciously than saying it's less skilled)
The amount of incomprehensible waste, this was making me feel bad.
"Mr. Tauro, what do you think?"
The guild chief next door comes for an opinion.
"If you were a pilot before me, that's the move"
I mentioned my feelings.
After listening, the guild leader gave a strangely convincing look and breathed a strange, unchanging look.
"I'm showing you around. of your behavior."
Guild chief notices my strange face, explains.
"All I care about is how it looks and how it looks. He doesn't seem to realize it, but it's ridiculous."
(I see, right)
There's a part of me that I'm good at.
If you ask me, every step of the way: 'What do you say? It would have been decided,' I feel an appeal.
There are so many unnecessary movements in action that you don't need to spin and avoid, wield your sword around without meaning and then shoot it down.
"Martial arts moves are inherently beautiful. But it's like an amateur drama in the country."
The guild leader's analogy is only convincing.
A noble child whose hands and feet were not answered by me on a regular practice exam. There is no preliminary motion in his movements, and the tip of his sword instantly approaches his eyes.
Then there was a connection between the forward and the backward movements, something that felt a flowing beauty.
"By contrast, the lady with the horsehair is quite good. I don't just swing straight down, but I keep everything on that one sword."
That's just who will be the head of the Merchant Guild.
Even in battle, I know more than I do. I've been told everything I think.
"I think you're right"
To my answer, I shrug my shoulders and laugh. And he added that it was amateur bullshit.
But I think the Guild Commander's words are getting straight.
The knight of Ponytail, who just hits from the top, was moving forward with a twist and lowering the knight of his former pilot.
(That's the real deal after you stop acting extra)
I swallow.
From what I've seen, a sword move without a multiplier is better than a former pilot.
How much advantages a ponytail can earn by the time it runs out of later and begins to gain strength. I thought that would be the deciding factor in separating victories and losses.
(Good luck, ponytail)
Hard work may be a rude word for a ponytail that has already fought with all its spirits.
But I couldn't find a better word than that.