At noon a few days later, a break room in Shrimpfield.
There was Reaper, the owner, and a middle-aged concierge who cut around the store.
Reaper hears the words of Concierge speaking with a serious look on his face as he stands, without changing his expression.
"Elf woman who came a few days ago. That's in front of the store, interfering with sales?
Long, cat-backed body sits deep, and a pair of boots at the tip of the long leg that is assembled.
And on that face are dark eyes.
There is also a thick neighborhood under the eyes, even the stiff would be frightened if they met for the first time.
(although I'm more used to it than before)
Concierge swallowed his spit as he nodded, continuing his words.
"Show me because you're interested, I'll pay you. I said so, so I gave him a tour."
Shut up about the concierge, who looks hard to say.
"He didn't know how good it was, so he couldn't understand it in a row."
There is no change in the face of Reaper.
A discarded line left by a guest who didn't have 'Sin and Punishment', just like that. It wasn't like I cared more now.
"And from that night on, I started sleeping our regular in front of the store."
"Bedtime?"
Wipe the sweat with a handkerchief and a nodding concierge.
"A customer who finally comes through. You pull that into the inn, and you captivate the elves. So I completely lost my foot."
Come here, one cheek of Reaper distorts.
Even if the customer's legs fall, the management will not waver. Originally started with a profitability perspective.
But it's a big problem to deprive regular customers of their interest.
(The flame of 'Sin and Punishment' has finally just lit people's hearts)
Arms together, eyes closed.
The movement alone made the concierge frightened.
(Flames that are not yet young, only one blow goes away. Now is the time to raise them)
A light of hope, continuing into the future. The elf woman is insensitively trampling it.
That's also just because it doesn't suit my taste.
(Unforgivable)
Cold-cut anger spreads through his chest.
"Are you still here?"
To the question, the concierge nods.
The silent risen reaper heads to the back door.
"Oh, that."
Ignore the concierge you almost said something about and go straight out of the building.
While dropping that back off, Concierge asks herself.
(What did I try to say now)
In peace? Or what are you going to do now? I feel like they're both different.
(Now the words don't come out)
Concierge shrugs her shoulders and lowers her hips on the couch.
I'm not worried about the owner. Here in Landburn is imperial territory. Reapers are equally mouth-watering with their lord, Borderline Uncle.
The other person will be the elf, but there is no harm in rubbing it.
(I'll leave this here to you)
Again, it was a concierge wiping his face with a handkerchief.
The reaper, on the other hand, quickly arrives at the table of the store in a rhythmic pace to the long compass.
The elf woman was found without having to look for her.
(Is that it)
What caught my eye was a chestnut long straight long woman.
In the shade across from the store, he stands with his back on the wall.
The figure was as if he were standing up to take guests on the streets.
(Well, you seemed to have done it after finding out with me)
Over there, I'm noticing this one.
But I can't see how frightened I am. With an invincible look on his face, he remains on his back.
"Ear length. What are you going to do?"
Across the road while pounding cobblestones with a thick sole. To the front of the elf woman.
That way of calling it a disdain is a strong representation of Reaper's discomfort.
"Nothing, it just seemed like he was speaking to a guy he liked"
While answering with a pungent face, the elf woman merchant held her fist in her heart.
(hung)
Only a few regular shops visit.
If you obstruct it in the store, the owner, Reaper, will surely show himself.
That's what I thought and moved it to execution, but the results came soon.
"Stop it, it's annoying"
"Looks like this is outside the store? Be free to fall in love and tell me what's wrong."
He talks in a floating manner, but he's sweating with nervousness inside.
Even for her, who is an elf, the dark and cold power of Reaper had terrible things to do.
(No questions asked, 'cause they could kill you.)
At any rate, the opponent is one of the symbols of the Empire's martial arts.
This is not an impossible story, such as killing one elf on a journey here.
(Identify them)
Critical lines, where the opponent is not in such behavior. Never cross there and maximize concessions.
It was a showcase of the merchant's arms.
"Hey, Reaper, I didn't want to ask you something. Just tell me that, and I'll be out of town soon."
Reapers who show their backs silently.
(What? Hey.)
It is too early for a negotiated decision.
Zokri and his spine trembled as he rushed to keep his back off the wall.
At the next moment, the Reaper's kick released from the rotating kick posture.
A boneless boot sole plunders the tip of the elf woman's nose.
Negative pressure on the passing leg caused chestnut hair to flow sideways.
"Next, smash your face"
A revolving reaper has the same standing position and the same expression as the original. Only the content of the words out of your mouth is different.
(If you do. Don't talk any more than you expected)
She can't back off on the wall, she moves sideways with a twist.
"Oh, world ranker Reaper, is that all of a sudden footwork?
Only the mouth moves to distract the other person, or is it the merchant's sex?
"He hasn't even been in a game since he lost his pomposity in the Holy Capital. I wonder if my heart and proud Sickle Death Size are broken."
Elf woman completely off the wall and lower back. I'm in a position where I can instantly go back down.
The reaper looks at it and thinks of a newcomer poking at his heart, the Exploding Bottom Queen.
"You, one ear long, a scumbag that can't be subdued?
Dressed in bondage fashion, his queen. While slapping the floor with a whip, he does so with a ridiculous look on his face.
In the illusion, the chill ran with joy.
(Easy to kick. But the Queen of 'Sin and Punishment' does not want it)
The battlefield of the queen, who presides over the joy of men and women, is always a whorehouse.
(To fight, on the bed)
Her Majesty, the Queen of Reiki, desires that the ear length fall on the bed in joy.
Reaper nods small and utters words to the elf woman.
"So do we have a fight? If you lose, get out of town right away and never get into Landburn again."
With a thin and sharp jaw, point to 'Shrimpfield' behind you.
(What, what?
The sudden change in Reaper's attitude surprises the elf woman. But I don't even wish for that suggestion.
"Let's go. Instead, if I win, I want you to listen to me."
"Fine."
When Reaper signals to follow him with his fingers, he heads to the back door.
The elf woman followed it as she wiped her forehead sweat with her arms.
(I'm not sure what it is, but I rolled it better. I'm going to say anything)
More than half of them were about to give up. Speaking of survival.
And they went up the stairs to the second floor of Shrimpfield, the store of Reapers.
The sound of whips and the voices of excited men and women. And the scream of an awesome man that echoes from time to time.
Not caring about them at all, Reaper enters one room.
Shortly after the elf woman continued, the door was closed and locked.
"Oh, my God, won't you serve me a drink?
Reapers ignore the word perfectly.
The elf woman gives up and takes off her sweaty clothes in the summer heat.
(Hmm, an elf? Long time no see)
Eye of the Reaper staring cold.
I admit that the elves are beautiful, but I didn't like one thing.
(Unnatural reaction)
There are many things that have overlaid my skin with entertainment.
But Reaper did not indulge like the others.
He felt a false noise in his tone.
(Fair enough. I'm going to make sure of that)
The Elves are not in the game. Therefore, the meeting place is limited to the whorehouse.
Naturally, you can't do something unscrupulous. Therefore, it was not possible to ascertain whether the expression of joy they showed was true or false.
"Looks like we're ready."
Sleek, long beauty in underwear. It has long chestnut-colored hair with both hands.
If you like elves, you can't wait.
The reaper on the other hand also strips off his clothes all the time.
Skinny body with cat back, but supple and forged up like a whip.
"Fine, you've got it"
Elf woman whistles.
At the end of that gaze is the Great Sickle Death Size. Like a mammoth fang, it stands powerfully as it defies toward the big top.
(Well, not as long as an elf, but that opposite seems to be to be expected.)
Wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and you jump on the bed.
A little late and Reaper stepped up as well.
The two advance at the same time and combine in the center of the bed.
"Uh, what's that? Are you gonna be fashionable?"
Long men and women waving their hands off each other in an effort to secure a favourable posture.
The elf woman laughed as she watched the Great Sickle Death Size.
For in the Great Sickle Death Size was a black ribbon wrapped around the mourning badge.
I don't know an elf woman, but this is a commandment that Reaper imposed on himself. There's never going to be any deeper than this except in a game.
(Again)
Reapers nod to their hearts. The elf woman in front of me doesn't look frightened.
(Not afraid of the Sickle Death Size)
Even when I dealt with the elves in the whorehouse, I didn't break this commandment.
At that time, the elf caught a glimpse of an unfortunate expression.
"This is a victory and a loss. So you don't need this."
Once distanced, Reapers unwind the ribbon.
When she saw the black thin cloth falling at her feet, the elf woman laughed her ass off.
"I'm sorry you were so cute."
Silently, Reaper steps in and takes his back in an instant.
The elf woman doesn't seem to have any martial arts smudges, and there are many gaps. It wasn't hard to get around.
Stick the Great Sickle Death Size straight from the bottom and float the elf woman into the universe like a beetle.
(Hmm?)
So Reaper changed his expression slightly.
(no ceiling)
Passing the place where the ribbon was, the Great Sickle Death Size goes to its roots.
But I can't feel the punch I'm supposed to bump into. It was incredible depth.
"Hahaha, it feels good hey, more"
An elf woman with a laugh and a bump on her leg.
The recoil upsets the balance, and the two fall in.
(Chuckles)
Reapers quickly go up and don't let their opponents take mount positions.
Immediately began the piston movement.
(Doesn't work)
Rub the back of the heso, forward and backward movements. But an elf woman can afford it.
With a distorted smile on his face, he opens his mouth.
"Then this way. Let me show you my moves."
(What?)
Immediately after, Reaper was stopped from moving.
"How's it going? Elf Special, Five-Step Tightening."
Front and back, bunk tight if it tightens there. Even those who are known as celebrities in the tribe have a three-step fastening with a step in the middle.
(Chuckles!)
"Well, if it's not as long as Mr. Reaper, it won't take all five places."
I can't move forward or back.
Behavior was restrained, and Reaper blushed.
"If you can't move, let's go this way."
Elf woman switching up and down while swallowed.
In a position on top, he moves forwards, backwards, left, and right hard.
"Look, how's it going? Feeling good? Feeling good."
Elf woman who keeps waving her hips as she tightens up so hard that she can't move.
The stimulus was concentrated in five parts of the Great Sickle Death Size, sending sweet stimuli into the cerebral cord.
"Look, this time, it's spinning."
After applying a rotating motion to the left to the right, the upper and lower motions also come in between.
(Bad)
Instinct as a warrior. Even though that was just the beginning, it was telling the hunch of defeat.
(You say you lose? I'm the one)
The likelihood of defeat increases realism and the imagination works on the case of torn.
(If you lose, you have to listen to one thing the ear length says)
That's where my spine freezes.
(What if you stop "Sin and Punishment"?
After touring Sin and Punishment, he is beginning to severely disrupt the business of cursing stores.
If so, there is only one hope of ear length, the write-off of 'sin and punishment'. That was well thought out.
(Stupid! "Sin and Punishment" is a great cultural heritage to be left in the future. I can't let it go down here.)
Then what?
At that time, the illusion of the Exploding Bottom Queen appeared in her heart. When I stretched out the side of Reaper with a flat hand, I uttered words with a contemptuous look.
"I can't protect one thing I like, and what's the best samurai in the empire? I can't use it, man."
Immediately after, the high heel captures the face, knocking it down to the floor and trampling it. The pain is only illusory. But it was vivid.
The Queen's words move something big about Reaper.
(You're right)
Wake up your body and stand up while you are riding at the top.
"Kihaha! What are you going to do?
The elf woman kept waving her hips violently, even when she was in the station valve state.
("Sin and Punishment" will be protected by me and left to future generations)
Kneel again from there and knock your body down to the front. Naturally, the elf woman's back is pressed against the bed.
"Finish in the right place? I thought you were gonna entertain me a little more."
Elf women have an extra look.
It doesn't matter. Reaper takes his body down in front of him. The elf woman's ass floats, and Reaper moves into a position where she pokes it down directly.
"What? What? That's a lot of fun."
The elves below keep laughing thinly, even though they are bent by the letter that bends the body.
Never mind, Reaper stepped through the bed all at once, taking advantage of the spring of his body.
"Earthquake!
Screaming, spinning like a helicopter rotor in the air.
Big repetition, Death Sickle of Reaper.
Using it as an eccentric axis, a vibration motor in the shape of a person appeared.
A shake like an earthquake strikes an elf woman and a reaper, causing them to even brace each other's contours.
(Knock, knock, knock)
The strain on Reaper's Great Sickle Death Size was unimaginable.
Five tightly tightened eccentric shafts are rotated by force.
A Reaper would have stopped his moves along the way or let him gush out of the sickle to withstand the stimulus.
(Unbeatable)
But it didn't.
(I have something to protect)
Something to protect, even as you live on the battlefield, that you have never really had in your hands.
Reapers today have it. The existence of "Sin and Punishment" was a great boost to his power.
"Earthquake!
As the rotation begins to fall, we step through it again.
From under my body, an elf woman screamed.
(Hey, hey. Shit, what is this)
There, I can't afford it until now.
Polycentric motion with large adult weights on in a five-stage tightening condition. The tightness was causing a lot of damage to me as well as my opponents.
Reaper looking down at the state of it from the top.
(The look. Both ear lengths have shown so far, you don't seem to be pretending to feel it)
Smile thinly at the edge of your mouth.
Let me see your true reaction.
And breathe heavily in, stomping through again.
"Earthquake!
(Coming! Coming, coming, coming! Shit, I'm here)
The urge to gush from the depths of your body stimulates your fear.
(It sucks. Heaven's Gate will open as it is.
I've never heard anything about people opening up to me. If we open it up here, it would be the first event of the Elves.
(You can't do that, you can't do that)
Trying to endure with a whole body of spirits, but the hot, sweet sensation that springs up melts the nerves away.
"Stop, stop, stop!
"Earthquake!
"Holy shit! Surrender! No more!
But Reaper never stops.
"Earthquake!
"Earthquake!
Elf woman's vision is wrapped in white light.
And a stronger, white light on the other side. That slowly opened left and right.
(Gate opens...)
Soon after she found out that the Gate of Heaven (Havensgate) had opened, the Elf woman lost consciousness.
See how it goes, Reaper stops stomping through.
The rotation slowed down and eventually stopped quietly.
"Terrible enemy."
A reaper slowly pulled through the Great Sickle Death Size while making a sound. My body swings loosely, buttocks behind me.
(Is this the nature of the elves)
I don't know anything about an elf man. But if a woman is this deep, a man would naturally be long.
(Again, all the gestures I showed to my human opponents, acting)
Elves, the seed of long life.
In that long life, endurance tests by the ultra-long stick of a man elf. It must have been done every time.
(Wasn't most of the way it was used)
Reactions due to serious battles now. Reaper, a warrior, understood his opponent's level.
Elf women are dozens of times more defensive than people's women.
longitudinal depth formation of its overwhelming depth. Not good, such as people who can break through.
(You thank your parents)
Reaper thanked his weapon wholeheartedly.
Although it is the length that is inferior to the elves, they were able to pick up wins with bends, moves, and energy.
(For the elves, you should stay out of it)
Stand up and take a shower while you curl.
Due to the forced rotation of the five-step tightening, the Great Sickle Death Size is full of creation. The shower irritation resonates to the bone.
But this refreshing, satisfying feeling.
I protected what I wanted to protect with this hand.
For the first time, Reaper was drunk.
"It's over."
The sophisticated reaper shows up in the downstairs rest room.
The middle-aged concierge, concerned with winning and losing, jumped out of his chair and rushed over.
"Don't guide me. My win."
A middle-aged concierge that makes a wholehearted look.
From the name value, I didn't think Reaper would lose. It should be, but when I saw the two of them going up the stairs, I felt uneasy.
Because I was so confident about how the elf woman looked.
"Wash your body properly and put your clothes on. Throw it away at the back entrance with your baggage."
Thus, more than a dozen minutes later, the long-haired beauty with long chestnut hair in her ears was thrown out next to the garbage dump.
Of course, consciousness hasn't recovered yet.
"Oh boy, are you back in the shake"
Reapers looking tired fall deep on the couch.
'Sin and Punishment' finally sprouted to this land. But the young bud was picked up by a heartless elf.
And the seed shall be planted again, and the water shall be sprinkled.
"Owner, don't worry, I'll do my best"
A middle-aged concierge that focuses on the eyes and tells them in a strong tone.
The look on the face of the reaper, who stared silently at its appearance, was somehow serene.