Sione, one of the three houses of the Wang capital.
With its attractive young sidelines, this whorehouse also had its features appearing in the building.
Assembled in cherry stone and provided at the top of doors and windows, the arches feature delicate and categorical decorations.
Depending on what you look like, it doesn't even look like a palace painted in a picture book.
Producing luxury without being cheap would be due to the quality of the ingredients used and the artisan's arms.
The interior design is palatial as well.
Just overall, it had the flavor the girl seemed to like.
"Uhm."
I roar in that room.
On the couch in front of me, there was a girl sitting nominated.
Shoulder-length, sarcastic hair and personal clothes due to sideline momentum.
White pleated skirt with short sleeves in white blouse. The collar is blue.
(Ooh)
My nasty, licky gaze.
When I looked at it, instead of avoiding it, I took it and rocked my oblique forehead and smiled.
It is quite powerful.
(Excellent. That's Sione, things are different)
A superior store that serves as the corner of the Wangdu Mizo family.
Being a beautiful girl is the minimum condition for working here.
(And sidelines. A good choice of them)
Mid-teen and blushing, she smiles with her little neck covered and clear.
Refreshing atmosphere and spoil, a unique gravitational pull you can only have at this time of year.
My chest hurts unexpectedly.
The charm that people called National Beauty Girls could have had for just a few years. That's right in front of me, waiting to be touched.
I was wondering if you could stand up.
To my word, sarah hair obeys honesty.
"Turn around slowly"
Turn quietly, slightly floating white pleated skirt and sarah hair.
My consciousness shakes heavily on the exquisite blend of purity and colour.
I remember when I was a boy, taking my heart to Idol.
(undoubtedly the devil in the skirt, here he is)
I stare at my skirt and my feet raw.
Then there is one thing to do.
Magic formation with large palms, embedded in the walls of the room. Please point that at me.
"I wonder if you could sing me a song"
Sarah's hair snorts with a smile.
Asked about the hope of the song, I tell the song the idol group was singing. He's the temple of the god of commerce, and he's the one I've heard of several times.
When Sarah's hair clasps her hands, the magic team glows pale and the music plays out.
My favorite potion bag with a magic lock, the same magic tool.
Even if you can't use magic, you can activate it.
(All right, let's do this first)
Sarah's hair sings out as she imitates the simple choreography.
I peered through the sleeping low angle and peered up into my skirt.
From time to time, she turns up, and each time, her sarcastic hair gently holds her skirt down with her hands.
(National Beautiful Girl, Single Concert Blinking Low Angle)
With my hot gaze, the skirt demon weakens.
They attract attention, they're vulnerable to direct vision. If the viewer gets used to it, he can't continue to exist.
I move as my heart desires, directly beneath my sarcastic hair, resting on my back.
Step to each side of your head with your left and right legs in small strips.
I enjoyed the calves, the inner thighs, the underwear behind them, and how they moved according to the music.
(Moving on to the next phase)
Stand up somewhat satisfied and order a second song.
And then he turns and turns and knocks down the singing sarah-haired skirt.
Lift the hem until you see Heso and let him keep singing.
Eventually, the presence in the skirt went from being 'invisible but possibly visible' to being 'familiar with seeing'.
With it, the devil lurking between her skirt and her thighs suffers.
(This stops)
I stick my head in my white pleated skirt and breathe heavily all over my chest. Not once, many times.
Continue to repeat the act until your head is jerked off by too much breathing.
Just shy of my sausage hair, I put my hands on the back of my head with both hands from the top of the fabric.
(Shit)
Continue evaporating in boredom, skirt demon.
Disappearance was no longer thought to be a matter of time, but it was only a few moments away.
I get out of my skirt and feel signs of running up to my chest.
(What do you mean? We have to go after him)
Pull your head out of your skirt and put your eyes on your sarah-haired, not flat or rich chest.
A hill full of possibilities, yet to be completed.
(was there)
Immediately, I instructed Sarah's hair to put both hands together over her head, peeking over and over the armpits of her short sleeve from left to right.
The devil's bait in the skirt is the gaze of a thirsty man seeking good fortune.
That's why he was fleeing into the Underarm Brachilla Zone.
(CHUCKLES)
I sense it move from the side down to the back, tongue pounding.
Remove about three buttons from the collar to ensure vision and peek inside.
White underwear that looks nice to the touch is dazzling to the eyes. I accidentally swallowed my spit.
(I thought I was used to it in my skirt, does it give this much upset even in my chest)
That's the national beauty class.
(We're going all at once)
As for the chest, you can't just look and get used to it.
Unlike in a skirt, it has a large weight of feel.
I'll give my hands to the chest of my sausage hair.
She puts her hands on my arm, but that's all. There is no force to pull it apart. Customers are the best,
I'll keep rubbing the mucumcum.
(This elasticity, just in season)
Look at the reddish, nagging, sarcastic hair and get a good feel for rubbing.
To exorcise the demon of the skirt, you have to rub it until you get tired of it.
The demon eye is then activated as well, capturing the zone accurately even from the top of the blouse.
(I can't wait to get in and out again)
About from the top of my clothes, but I think it might be just fine.
Blouse, in spite of the fact that it is between the bra and the bra, my palm conveyed a stiff and pointy feeling.
(That's it. Patience, me)
Eat your teeth off while enjoying the dusty feel.
Moving on to the last stage before the demon in the skirt disappears will not complete the demon mockery.
The longing for chiralism leaves roots as weeds. If they still chill after everything is done, they could start sprouting and stretching again.
You have to keep rubbing it until I'm tired of it and the devil in the skirt disappears.
"Ugh."
Sarah, my hair raises its voice.
Unconsciously, he had power on his fingers. But fortunately, I hadn't even gotten to the point of inflicting pain.
On the contrary, he was comfortable, and the protrusion between his fingers from the top of his clothes is harder than ever.
(All right, keep it up, keep it up)
I softly pinch and crush Sacramento under pressure that the sweetness is about to turn into pain.
"Huh!"
The tingling of the body of Sarah's hair comes through her hands. Must be lightly reached.
But I keep rubbing it pinched. Because I'm not tired of it yet.
A cuddly sweet exhale that leaks out of the purist girl's mouth. Really good.
And until the demon in the skirt completely melted away, no matter how many times Sarah's hair begged, she never stopped rubbing.
"Thank you very much."
And then an hour later, I'm wearing more chips on my pillow.
After the demon in the skirt disappeared, I responded greatly to Sarah's request for hair.
He has broken deep inside many times and repeatedly explodes at the deepest point until he goes to heart.
Sarah, your hair is loose on the bed, but you're just tired and you're not letting go of your consciousness.
A skirt devil, set on a stage of national beauty. It has now been accomplished.
My mind won't be confused by the devil in my skirt anymore. I'll be fine by about noon tomorrow. I can say it with confidence.
(Guess I've had enough today)
I'm still in the bright sun, and I'm going home with a full smile.
People walking down the road don't care if they look at me like that. This is a pleasure zone, the men who smile satisfied are everywhere.
I walked away as part of such a pleasure zone landscape.
The stage rises from the Wang capital to the west of Landburn.
Soil smoke moves slowly north on the wind down the plain.
What is causing this is dozens of knights.
Wave, run, and jump swords everywhere.
The ground is shredded for each action, and it becomes a particle and mixes with the wind.
The height at which the earth smoke rises and flows is approximately ten meters from the surface.
For this reason, it is difficult to obtain vision unless the knights are nearly eighteen meters tall.
More than a knight can grasp the battlefield, it will be about birds crossing far above.
"Out of the way!
Slightly north of the center of the battlefield.
So the Royal Blue (Royal Blue) on which the Second Prince rides was waving his sword against the Imperial Rose Knight Troika.
By the way, Royal Blue is a Class A Knight and Rose Knight is a Class B Knight.
"Out of the way!
The Royal Blue (Royal Blue) repeats its reckless assault over and over.
But all of that had been tarnished by the combined defense of the Rose Knights.
I guess the reason I haven't gotten a painful counterattack is because Rose Knight is thoroughly committed to holding me in.
The pilots' thoughts on the Rose Knight were unanimous.
You don't have to go and tailor the A-level knight in front of you until you risk it.
Proud to have stabbed a stop, their commander probably won't appreciate it. On the contrary, they may even reprimand you for making unnecessary bets.
"... that this royal blue (Royal Blue) opponent is a class B knight, albeit a trio?
The second prince dyeing his face to Zhu in humiliation jumps in with a further wave.
Despite his thoroughness in holding him in, the pilot of Rose Knight is a warrior.
If the gap, which is not a trap, opens up so wide, there are some things I think.
In a controlled motion, the two horsemen drain the slaughter and a horsemen pokes at the reverse side of the royal blue (Royal Blue).
The tip of the sword was sucked into his armpit, and the royal blue (Royal Blue) removed the shield and did not fly.
"Coward! Handle them squarely, one horse at a time!
Not surprisingly, the second prince screams in external audio.
Naturally, there is no response to the Rose Knight. I just kicked a blue shield that fell to the ground, far away with my toes.
Class A knight demanding a single hit from a Class B knight.
If others had done such a thing, the second prince would have scoffed.
But I would do it lightly if I could be cornered. Besides, I have no doubt or shame about it.
People's behavior, the way they think, seemed to be something they didn't quite go with a glimmer of string.
Further north from where Royal Blue and Rose Knights confront each other.
I can see, but I can't reach.
Sir Reaper's 'Reaper' in such a place was crossing the blade with the A-class knight of the kingdom.
"Are you going to play?
A kingdom escort knight pilot vomits words as he plays Death Sickle of Reaper.
From earlier on Reaper continued his shallow attack of stepping in and shredding his escort knights.
I don't have the bare hands to try to decide the battle at once, and that's why I can't aim at the counter.
It's like an attack like a rustle, it's frustrating.
"Gu!"
Bouncing back sickles that change orbit freely, on the brink.
The pilot's complexion is poor and the light in his eyes is dark. Obviously they were cornered.
If you look at the exterior of the escort knight, you will see many wounds, some of which are quite deep.
Few Death wounds were against, and the difference in damage was historical.
(Wins and losses have already been fixed)
I have to admit.
There are three paths left. Keep fighting. Spread under the blade, jump in one shot, or run away.
The most likely way to live longer would be to escape.
But I am an escort knight pilot. Leave the second prince, that's all you can do.
Loyalty to the royal family and duties, of course, but it is also death that lies ahead of us in the run. Besides, it comes with a scandal.
If it were to die the same, it would still be more honorable to die here, and the family and mentors would not be bothered.
(So, jump in)
The pilot shook his head left and right.
Fully read and awaited.
After the fangs, it's like jumping in.
(I just have to endure)
The only thing I see ahead that kept being shredded is an even more certain defeat than now.
But if he loses, Reaper will soon slaughter the next royal blue (Royal Blue), the second prince. And next up is the Golden Knight, the Knight Commander's Golden Knight.
The current Knights Commander is not a white lion in the kingdom. Reaper and Uncle Rosehip, there was no way we could have beaten these two at the same time.
(Damn it!
You shouldn't have been a cavalier captain, such as an uncertain junior pilot.
The vice-knights who lost their lives in the battle of heavy horseback "Heavy Lancer" still have better expectations.
The escort knight pilot cursed the current knight captain for himself.
(Knock down Rosehip and come and help us now, you son of a bitch! I don't care what happens to His Highness's life!
In distress, the skeleton of the spirit begins to exfoliate.
Cursing everything but himself, the escort knight's pilot kept bouncing his sword back at the blade.
"... you can't kill me"
Standing in front of an escort knight, an Imperial Class A knight.
In the cockpit of a knight known as Reaper, the pilot of the Ferocious Minister narrowed his eyes slightly.
That was unexpected.
Then let Reaper roll out the Great Sickle Death Size and sharpen the Guardian Knight.
There's no big step in it, no big swing. It is a solid blow that is less powerful but does not allow the Guardian knight to fight back.
Dedication match at the temple of the god of commerce, held in the holy capital. It is a change that has manifested itself in the way this man fought since his defeat to the woman of the kingdom representative there.
I was in a hurry for battle then and put out my Special Attack too soon.
As a result, moves that are supposed to be special don't cut off the opponent, and the blade returned is ascending the man.
And the soul of the man went up high into the sky, and fell to the defeated Nara.
"I don't mind if you take my life if you let me taste that thought."
Reminds me, I tremble my spine with Zokri.
Whether on the battlefield or on the bed, I've come to raise countless medals. With him, that battle was special.
Like that time again, I want to compete with all my might. And if I can, I want to lose my life in that exaltation.
Such distorted desires were born and raised in my heart.
"If you can't kill me, you can't."
Speaking quietly, the black-grey Class A knight steps deep and sharp.
The Guardian Knight is plunged into the void by sudden changes and the defense cannot catch up.
"You die."
The blade of the Great Sickle Death Size was paid for by a crossbow toward the neck of the escort knight.
The battlefield is becoming a mess with enemy allies.
Occasionally, swirling earthen smoke was blocking sight and fuelling it.
In the meantime, on the slightly southern side of the battlefield, there is the figure of a two-horsemen kingdom Class B knight advancing north.
(Something's got me hooked up)
The pilot of the Class B knight going forward is Cornell.
Immediately behind it continues the B-class knight of the aristocratic child, waving his invisible tail.
The two were looking to the center of the battlefield as they exchanged swords with the Imperial Knight.
(I'm being pushed, I don't care what you think)
Bend the edge of one side of your mouth wide and frown.
That's how Cornell feels when he's traveled this far.
Although I wouldn't take a pull if I was a border knight opponent, the numbers are still different. Rose Knight, an occasional rose knight, was more elite than the Knights of the Kingdom.
(What will you do? Commander)
A clash from the front on the plains with an opponent better than the number.
The feeling received on the battlefield is, unfortunately, a loss of power on the part of the Kingdom.
The hand to serve back from here, he couldn't think of.
Think about retreating.
Run your eyes and shrug your shoulders into chills and the new rice behind you.
And they went on fighting in the midst of a turbulent battle of earth-smoking.
Cornell and the others are on their way, in the middle of the battlefield.
There, rose A-level knights in black and the golden knight Golden Knight were crossing swords fiercely.
Hit each other with a blade while switching positions with each other. There are literally dazzling sparks scattered.
It had become detached from its surroundings in a vortex of too much violence and destruction.
(still strong)
In the cockpit of the Golden Knight, the Knight Commander nods.
A bastard sword in both hands draws an arc of light in the air and heads to Uncle Rosehip's knight.
But it is immediately prevented by a shield, and vice versa, a single-handed sword strikes down.
The slaughter of the Golden Knight ended only with a scratch on the shield.
(But even if we can fight this far)
Visibility, track record, it's all better with Uncle Rosehip.
But the battle on one horse is mutual.
(Thanks to this knight)
Myself and the Golden Knight went well beyond expectations.
A knight I chose in love at first sight, but a knight must have fallen in love with himself at first sight as well. So much so that the Commander of the Knights will believe so.
Without a doubt, if I had been on anything other than the Golden Knight, I would have already retired or fallen.
While I marvel at my current situation, I remain aware of the overall war situation.
(In this fight, there are no wins)
Calmly analyze.
The escort knight has managed to hold on, but the second prince has been pushed into the class B knight, albeit in multiple ways.
The advantages of the number of Class A knights had not worked.
(Where do you leave?
Before it collapses, we must retreat neatly.
The Knight Commander exchanges melee fights with the knight in front of him, while asking himself questions about the extraction of all his armies.
Staring at that figure from the front, the Imperial Class A Knight.
In the cockpit, Uncle Rosehip was as surprised as the Knights Commander.
(I didn't know so many pilots were buried)
The fact that he would have high command was felt during the assault.
And even as a knight pilot, it is quite something.
(The kingdom's talent bank also still sees treasure as endless)
Prevent with a shield and unleash a sword attack.
I admired it as I repeated it.
(But this time we win)
Lord Reaper, Rose Knight, he does his job without a shortage as directed by himself.
If you pay attention to your surroundings, you will prevail everywhere.
If the balance tilts so far, it's almost impossible to cover it up. If we keep moving, the kingdom side will hit an avalanche and start running away.
While gaining certainty of victory, Uncle Rosehip remains alert and pays attention to the Golden Knight, the golden knight around and in front of him.
The commanders on both sides had already become aware that victory and defeat had arrived and had turned their consciousness to the way to end it.
But suddenly, the presence that destroys the thought appears.
"What?!
It was Uncle Rosehip who noticed earlier.
I saw a giant white light coming straight from the kingdom.
Golden Knight lags slightly because he had his back turned.
After a beat of Uncle Rosehip, who had the knight stomped to the side, he flies to the other side.
"Gu."
Shortly afterwards, the enormous white light landed where they had been.
A fierce heat and blast roll, fragments of ground, dictated and splashed by it, rambling Uncle Rosehip's Class A knight.
Standing shield, in the cockpit of a knight with one knee, waiting for a severe vibration to subside. And I guessed.
(You think it's a magic attack?
But it would be impossible to infuse so much power, even if it were to infuse all its own magic.
There is only one possibility that comes to mind. Uncle Rosehip's face was heavily distorted by anger.
(You kingdom! I didn't know you were preparing such a secret weapon)
I don't know the reason.
But the reality is here.
Being commander of the battlefield, he must always look directly at reality.
(The war will change!
Our own efforts to bring Uncle Borderline to mind can be attributed to blisters.
If we lose this battle, we will no longer have a future. I'm putting all my resources into it.
Anger and remorse cut out my mouth and blood runs off the edge.
But there, I felt uncomfortable.
(Weird)
At the end of Uncle Rosehip's gaze is the appearance of Golden Knight, a golden knight who fell unnecessarily and has just risen.
And if you look after the passage of the white light, some kingdom knight was damaged and grumbled.
(Sighs)
Uncle Rosehip takes the distance once he is uncertain.
He retreated greatly and left the melee zone.
(Is that it? Did that unleash the magic of the present)
A magical attack of great output created, a path. There is a shadow of a knight there.
Because of the earthly smoke that still doesn't fit, its appearance is unclear.
If you look at it, the golden knight Golden Knight is watching you too. But that posture didn't seem to be against the allies.
(What's happening?
I can't get an answer, but it spreads to my heart.
The knight walked slowly toward us as if to see through Uncle Rosehip's heart.
(Are you going to put it on and hit it hard?)
Thus, the battlefield will welcome the last characters.