Strong sunshine falls, and from the trees the sound of a semi pours.
This is Wang Du, Royal School of Magic.
Despite its central location on the east side of the royal castle, the grounds are overflowing with greenery.
Strong roof gradient white yarn building built in it. In that one room, a beautiful woman was doing her research.
(Definitely)
Experimental instruments that make copocopo noises, intricately intertwining glass tubes.
In front of it, I'm opening a thick book.
Around twenty years old. An atmosphere of adulthood for an exceptional style.
She is a talented woman at the head of Jaanne and enrolled in the Royal School of Magic, the Exploding Bottom Sister.
(It may not be itself, but it could be a subspecies, or a species that leads to entanglement)
Shut the book quietly and sigh.
The beginning of the matter was the strange fruit her colleagues had in their hands.
After the mess, I realized that the colors, shapes, aromas, all were close to what was stated in the literature.
The name of the fruit is' Ambrosia '. It is already extinct and only inheritable.
(It was probably that guy who brought it in)
I'm visiting her office to see her colleagues.
My colleagues don't talk hard about where the fruit comes from, but there's no doubt about it.
(Even if you have Ambrosia, you don't feel weird)
In many ways, a common sense breaker.
Since that day, the explosion-bottomed sister kept looking into Ambrosia.
He searches through the School of Magic, the library, and every book, illuminating the descriptions against each other.
And what I got was an earlier answer.
(I can't make any further progress. After all, I just have to get it)
Swallow, Explosion Bottom Sister.
If the owner is that man, Doctor Slime, there's only one way.
Close your eyes and breathe slowly and deeply. And I looked at reality from the front.
(If I win, I'll give it to you. How about that?
If you want to take a fight, bring the booking order to the front. If you give me that condition, you must jump at me.
I'm so sorry I couldn't get an appointment for the moment. Yes, the concierge told me.
(But can you win? Me)
That's the biggest problem.
Imagine what it was like when you lost, a sweet tremor running through your whole body.
I held my body in my arms and endured it for a while.
(You win! That's all I got.)
Shake your head, tap your cheeks gently, and let your temper back in.
That's all I thought about hanging on Ambrosia, my blast bottom sister, was sincere.
(Immediately, we need to gather information on that man. And talk to the concierge)
Start working to cut the experiment off.
In the morning he experimented at the Royal Academy of Magic for his graduation thesis. And Jaanne in the afternoon.
Explosion Bottom Your sister recently lived like that.
Summer sunshine plunges into the garden forest.
The time is, a little before evening.
I sat with the trunk of a herb tree on my back and an imosque on my head.
"I wanted to show you guys. I knew grade A was amazing."
I watched the game a few days ago, a battle in the Count's territory to the east. Tell me about it and let me hear it.
"A swing of a sword splashed the walls as if they had exploded."
Imoske slaps his head a little with his ibo feet and hammers. The feeling is pleasant.
"My legs are fast, and my defenses are high. I didn't even try to avoid some magic attacks."
By the way, the only person to talk to is Imosque. Dangolo said he would come after taking care of the soil, so he said he would be a little late.
"What? Was the skewered whirlwind, Guru?
I often talk about Cornell, so I seem to remember.
"That's right, poking at enemy knights. Guru."
I reach out one hand and spin my wrist like a dish. I haven't actually fought the knights, but some footprints would be allowed.
"So, even with a skewered whirlwind A, I couldn't catch the enemy's best balls. That's what Lightning took down. And with a blow."
Imosque is also thrilled to hear about the work of Lightning. I'm going to pound my head.
After a little detailed explanation, he was satisfied. I was interrogated about another person.
"Ponytail? Uh, yeah, I've been working on it."
That's family led. The characters I told you about are in my head.
When these moderate questions come in, it feels good to talk to them. Quite a conversational skill.
There's nothing more I can tell you about ponytails and braided big tits. I have trouble getting stuck in, so I change the story.
"By the way, do you have something you want me to buy on the go or something?
Actually, I was curious.
Back from the Count Territory to the east, shortly after we reached home. I felt a strong gaze from my relatives.
I don't know what that is, something that can be directed at you by your nephew or niece when you go to greet your relatives' house on New Year's Eve. I felt like it was similar.
(I wonder if I should buy a souvenir if I went out for a night or something)
I'm not bluffing to buy it, but honestly I don't know what would please me. So I asked him a question.
"... you don't have to worry so much. I wish I could think of something."
Apparently, he wasn't expecting a souvenir.
I shake my head gently and tell that to Imosuke over my head. And I changed the subject to the point in a way.
"By the way, I need to talk to you, okay?"
Imosuke responding to the inquiry crawls a little closer to her forehead.
"Actually, I have someone I'd like to share a little with you."
When I was playing with your mom at the intermediate whorehouse earlier. The store told me that Jaanne's concierge was calling.
Quickly with that leg, face it.
"Actually, I need to talk to you."
A concierge with an atmosphere of soothing stretch of spine and how top-notch.
He says that the exploding bottom sister is eager to give up Vintage.
I recommended it to Mr. Cool. They tasted it and liked it a lot.
"Can you wait a moment for a reply?"
Personally, I don't mind, but things are garden forest products. I still want to ask my family for their opinion.
Once I was on hold, I went back to my house.
"What? He said it should be sooner."
The season is over for everything, so they're almost gone.
"Oh well."
My favorite fruit season ends.
Unfortunately, it's also a flair. I'm sure Imoske and Dangolo will bring new fruit to the garden forest.
"You don't mind giving it to me, do you?
In Imosque, it doesn't even seem to be a problem. In retrospect, what I gave Mr. Cool was also a suggestion from his family.
(You did the same when you were lightning)
A spiritual beast of a common species that is not rare. For such imosques and dangolows, lightning is indispensable.
The two of them felt much better and gave a big chorus of presents of Vintage.
If it's the person I want to give it to, no problem. Maybe that's the place.
"But your sister is serious about the explosion."
I could have given it to you free of charge, but when I won, I asked for it, and I came from the other side.
Besides, if they take the fight, they say they'll give them a preferential booking order.
"Well, for me, it's something I wish for."
Though I made an appointment, I'm waiting for a few months. There was nothing but sigh.
He said, "Well, the battle's on an off-duty day."
A long queued row in a row. And instead of letting me interrupt, I'm going on my own holiday.
"It's my convenience. I can't bother the people waiting for me. '
Explosion Bottom Sister said she answered the concierge that way.
"If you say it seems, it looks like her"
She's a glossy beauty with a selfish body, but the discipline hides.
"Whoa?"
Seeing as it is, Dangolow is heading this way.
Short, round body. Walking hard isn't always speeding.
That soothed my mind.
Then a few days.
The day has come that I've been waiting for.
(emotional indiscriminate)
Play with your exploding bottom sister.
The paper bag in the bag has four yellow fruits. This is the last Wenden of the season. A little heavy.
"This way, please."
Guided to the concierge, to the suite on the third floor.
Explosion Bottom Your sister doesn't show up in the lobby seems to take care of the bookers.
(Ooh)
Standing in the center of the room is an exploded bottom sister I even dreamed of.
navel rounded separator. Whether it's a motor show companion or a car magazine gravure.
Stand on both sides of your lumbar bones with your hands on your feet.
A shorter skirt with slits nails my eyes.
(can do)
Today is the day I can fuck her.
Explosion Bottom Follow your sister's gaze and my bag will be ahead of you. You've come with a prize, Vintage, or you care.
"Yes, this."
Put your hand in the bag and take one from the paper bag inside. And in the center of the table, I put it away from rolling.
Explosion Bottom Sister stares to devour Vintage.
(You seem to like it a lot)
Maybe she's a citrus girl.
While there are many sweet, sticky fruits, a bittersweet yet refreshing Bundan suddenly appeared. I guess I caught that heart.
(I'm sure of it. As illustrated in the museum magazine)
Before the satisfied old man, the exploding bottom sister was sure.
Subspecies and hybrids with slight ancestral remnants. I still thought it wouldn't matter, but it looks like Ambrosia itself.
Expectations go up even though no.
(You win. win, I'll definitely get it)
I prepared for that.
The period was short but we are gathering information and refining the operation.
(I'm coming)
One breath, pull out the force. And plenty of room, a grown woman grins. This is her operation.
Then he stepped out to the dreaded Doctor Slime and called out.
"Long time no see. Did you miss your sister?
Said with a luscious smile, I snort as I swallow my spit.
What a sister Aura. The destructive power is full.
"Honestly, let's reward you."
Her fingertips, from my jaw to my throat, through my chest, a little under the heso.
That just pops my spine and makes me feel better.
"Oh."
You're a troubled kid, pushing me down to the bed behind you with that look on your face.
And then he unbuttoned my shirt and made my chest peel. He had just entered the room and had not yet undressed.
Explosion Bottom Your sister crawls her tongue on my chest plate.
(Hey, wait a minute)
I'm in a hurry.
Though I showered in the morning, it's noon now. And the season is summer.
As I walked this far, I sweated quite a bit.
Whorehouse play comes from the shower. That's what I thought, sudden lick play. It would also be natural to wolf.
"I don't care about that."
Intense deep kissing, along with seemingly obvious words. Explosion Bottom I was wrapped in the scent of my sister and my head creaked.
(The entrance is going well)
Exploded Bottom Sister speaks to herself as she looks at Tauro's shuddered face.
I omitted the shower because I kept my costume on. According to the information, he was in and out of the uniform store prosperously while he was off limits.
(In the shower, I have to take it off right away, though)
If they prefer to dress, poke them there.
You have to stack a little bit of steps and sharpen the high and low differences to your opponent's goal.
(Plus, you can feel safe just having one piece of fabric)
Expose your complexion in front of Doctor Slime's two-handed Shigeru. That's very meticulous.
Even with a lot of exposure, it calmed my mind just to be dressed.
"Fine, leave it to your sister."
Shake off the tentacles that come stretched out and shut them up with a deep kiss.
Is it a weakness, it seemed to work quite well.
"Hey, hey! Hey, I won't."
Still, the tentacles of the slime, why come so close again.
As she scolded, she gently twisted Tauro's chest and stomach, and finally her jaw with her fingers.
(This also works)
"Sin and Punishment" was proposed by this man. If so, there must be less desire to be bullied or scolded.
The reading didn't seem off.
(Authentic 'Sin and Punishment' is impossible for me. Besides, I don't even think it would work for the originator)
Even if you look at the menu against Reaper, it won't taste fresh and the effect will be thin. That's what I thought. Your sister arranged it for herself.
That's the operation, thorough sister play. It is a very soft and gentle 'sin and punishment'.
"If you can promise me to be quiet, I can kiss you here.... Huh? Promise? Yes, then reward."
(Whoa, whoa)
I was so excited to see your sister's face on the bottom of the explosion under my belly.
(Royal Magic Academy talented woman, now on my weapon)
A flat face in intelligent eyes.
Her education was distorted. She was reacting to my sensibilities and greatly bottoming up my sensitivity.
(And not yet, stay costumed)
As a matter of fact, I was somewhat dissatisfied with the fact that I immediately took it off and took a shower.
This play was enough to eagle my heart.
I can't wait to want it and beg again and again.
"I can't help it. Hey."
Exploding Bottom Sister looked troubled and still laughed couscous and spanned over me.
Off with his underwear, he goes with it slowly sinking his hips. My eyes are narrowing, but I can't leave for a moment as if to see through my mind.
(Holy shit, this is. Again, no)
I specialize in ponytails, riding style.
But that's the number one super-class whorehouse.
A delicate, polite move that took care of the other person. That had done far more damage than a hot pot of ponytail.
"How do you feel?
"Ha, ha, hi"
Sione's father and son, Casabel's plain child king, and the sister of Jaanne's werewolf, Wahrwolf.
They were all to a high standard, but the exploding bottom sister goes further on top of it.
My defeat, as it were, was for sure.
(You can lose)
Recently in me, my focus on victory is weakening.
It was because I noticed the message of my great forefathers, hidden in Sin and Punishment.
(Winning is not the only thing. Among the defeats beaten, there is joy)
I don't think it's entirely correct, but there are many parts that I can snort at.
For example, I'm in front of you right now, my finest sister. If you lose to her, it feels so good.
(I totally got the lead)
Approximately the thoughts of the man below, the exploding bottom sister was seriously fighting for victory.
(If you keep going, you can win)
But there is also anxiety.
She's aware, too, of her weaknesses.
When you enter more than sensitive areas, a gap is created in the defensive wall that distributes damage.
It's not that big, it's not always open. But the damage if struck in there is fatal.
Several times so far, that has led to a screaming great ascension.
(Gotta settle this early)
So far, no action has been found against it.
While praying not to suffer an accidental defeat, the exploding bottom sister went faster in her hips.
Walk-in closet in the back, by the way.
Naturally there are Teaching Light Patrol Sensei and Twin Tails.
From the gap between the doors, the two of them peer into the battlefield.
"At last, I'm coming."
To Twintail's words, Teaching Little Inspector gave his consent silently.