western Ost continent, there is the capital of the empire, the capital of the empire.
The city, with its ancient history, spread far before but thus disorderly.
"A giant sandy human de, spreading itself on the plains"
If you saw a bird dancing in the sky, you might have thought so.
By the way, the tone is uniform in sand because of the abundant production of stone nearby.
A similarly sandy palace that stands in the heart of the Empire.
In the luxurious golem carriage that walked out of there, the strained middle-aged woman. I had my head.
(Not good, not good. if we don't do something about it)
Her charge is the Imperial Forge Guild.
They are asked to create more than equal knights to counter the ghost knight of the kingdom, Ghost Knight.
But I couldn't report the results I thought I would, and my gaze from the emperor was getting tougher.
"... head to the blacksmith guild than this. Get ready."
As soon as she returns to the mansion from the round-table meeting, the strained middle-aged woman orders her closest friends.
It was an accumulation of mind to get on the scene and direct command.
(no longer leave it to that man)
What comes to mind is how fat middle-aged he is. He is the guild leader of the Imperial Forge Guild.
No matter how many times I tell you, if you sweat, just overlap your excuses. Her dissatisfaction with the figure finally reached its limit.
"Ready, ready to leave at any time."
After receiving a report, the strained middle-aged woman leaves the room.
The black-painted golem carriage boarded with the two sides runs through the middle of the boulevard with a high hoof sound.
The common people pulled their golem carriages over the shoulders and watched what happened.
Meanwhile, this is the Imperial Forge Guild.
Inside the Imperial Capital, but slightly distant from the Royal Palace.
In the wake of the sudden visit of the members of the Round Table meeting, the scene had been fussy.
"It's clean and tidy anyway! Put back on the lightened colors too!
He began to develop patrol routes in the meantime, as it was thought to be an inspection of the loopholes.
'Boxed Daughter', the Kingdom Flag Rider captured at the previous Landburn match. It also interrupts the analysis work and turns the manpower over there.
"Vice Guild Commander, Your Excellency is here for you."
The deputy guild leader who was looking around at the handrails and floorboard situation. He called from behind and looked back.
"Okay, I'll be right there"
Wipe one of your faces with a towel, followed by an official.
(Why are they even calling me when there's a guild chief?
With that in mind, he walks through the open door of the staff and steps into the Guild Commander's Office.
The centre-back, wastefully luxurious guild-length executive plane. There is no usual fat middle-aged man there.
Instead there was the appearance of a strained middle-aged woman, called His Excellency.
"I need to ask you something."
When you see the deputy guild leader, Your Excellency flies the question in a tight tone.
"How come the Blacksmith Guild hasn't been able to create a knight over the Ghost Knight?
To ask too abruptly, the Deputy Guild Manager, whose words are jammed.
I desperately explore the intent of the question and manage to find something that sounds like an answer.
Do you want to hear a technical story about me being called?
The guild manager is from the clerk's office. Strong for budget control and ordering materials, but I don't like detailed stories about knights.
Understood as such, the Deputy Guild Manager sets out his own views.
"- As stated above, the technical level of the magic formations used for 'boxed daughters' is by no means high. It's probably a powerful move to suck up magic."
You know what I mean or not, the strained middle-aged woman looked at this one without even nodding.
Young people who stand on both sides, supposedly close. They don't react either.
"You can't experiment like crushing a pilot. So we pushed for conventional magic saving. Already in a few points, we begin to see the potential for efficiency -"
"I'm not asking you that!
The strained middle-aged woman taps lightly on the top of her desk and talks.
"His Majesty the Emperor made a knight who surpassed the Ghost Knight, and so commanded. Why can't you do it yet?
I don't know what that means, deputy guild chief who shuts up.
An irritating look appears on the face of a strained middle-aged woman.
"Don't you see? Your loyalty to Your Majesty, I'm afraid it's lacking."
The deputy guild manager accidentally opened his mouth and stood still without closing it.
Those side-by-side proximities stare at him like that with harsh eyes.
(What the fuck? These guys)
Guild leaders from the clerical system also looked disgusted when this one talked too much technical.
But the three of you in front, something is fundamentally different.
(Guild leaders had respect for the field)
I left to myself the part where I couldn't get my hands on it, and it was what drove me around like a shepherd dog barking at the budget, delivery times and demanding specifications, those three things.
Because it's too loud and cumbersome, the topic at drinks parties is always a bad one. Some of them seriously hated the guild leader, but at least the deputy guild manager understood.
(Without that fat guy, the blacksmith guild wouldn't have turned)
Plenty of fat sweaty middle-aged, I think of that look.
If they hadn't done that, they must have been out of line.
(This guy, is that it? Besides, you come here, and you come in the top position)
Gaze carefully to avoid reading feelings from your eyes.
A strained middle-aged woman with deep, longitudinal wrinkles between her eyebrows and her mouth as a letter to her.
(Definitely)
Despair spreads to my heart.
Occasionally, the monster appears in the workplace of the technical system.
This workplace where magical and physical triggering events are heavier than the Word of God. It's about those who don't understand while they're there.
Among them, the boss's words are heavier than reality.
"Achieve results and report back within three days. Look, this is an order. Disobedience is subject to discipline"
You got it? And push in case, a strained middle-aged woman.
No objections were allowed, and the deputy guild chief was kicked out of the room.
(Is it possible to do this?)
"Boxed Daughter" who was the flag rider of the kingdom. That analysis is already over.
But I don't see any new technology in sight. I just forced a conventional magic formation of about a large meal into a small space.
A procedure designed to receive magic. That was also confirmed, but I can see the inefficiency after just a little loading.
The art of sucking it up is still undiscovered, but others won't be busy with this.
(The only thing I can do is show you what I've built up.)
A deputy guild leader who feels strongly about his work.
And three days later. He lost his job because of his negligence.
The stage moves greatly southeast from Imperial Capital to Wang Capital.
"If you want to play in Wangdu, make it a game like this."
From the boulevard of the pleasure district, this intermediate whorehouse is somewhat off. In that room, the subtle voice of my pitch echoes.
"Fine, fine! Alright!"
Me beating Grandpa and sticking my fist up.
What we're doing now is baseball fisting that changed its name to 'Slime Game'.
"Then take off your skirt."
She's in front of me, a well-faced brunette long high school girl. The costume is blazer-style recently incorporated by this store.
I let my black skirt fall on the floor, and I narrow my eyes to the white shirt that showed up.
"Hey, Mr. Tauro, I'm really coming up with an idea for the next one."
It was a disappointed, physically fit young man who gave an impressive voice. The Knights of the Kingdom, Cornell, a class A knight pilot.
This guy is new to slime games. He is touring our battles on the couch with the shoulders of a shortcut high school girl.
"Don't exaggerate like that. Just take it off."
It's not a big deal about ideas or anything. I just play the games that I liked in my previous life, even here.
The title of today's Adult Gourmet Club is Slime Games. At first, I was going to do it in Jayanne.
(Because of my bad reviews, nobody dealt with me.)
Reminds me of my misery in the lobby and drops my shoulders.
We gave up playing in tough reality and came to a nearby store.
The Minato Slime Game did not stay in its birthplace, Casabel, but spread throughout the entertainment district.
(In junior and intermediate whorehouses, they usually play.)
Jaanne is the toughest, followed by your three houses, the advanced whorehouse.
(Well, I can imagine why)
Women in serious inaction, I guess because I haven't seen that in front of them.
Teaching light patrol teachers, twin tails, and explosive bottom sisters. It was all the women of Jaanne who kept breathing.
Rumors about me have also spread vividly in more than an advanced whorehouse.
"No, until now, take it off right away and shower. That's where the play started."
Cornell speaks his mind without ever noticing me sinking into his thoughts.
"But the slime game brings light to the process until you're naked, and you can call it playing with one."
As always, a good friend who begins to reason hard. Prepare the goo while listening to it.
"Fine, fine! Shit!"
Cornell insists in a strong tone as he looks at me holding his head.
"It's not an exaggeration. Some people say this is the main one."
"Really?"
I answered as I took off my t-shirt. There's only one left.
Cornell, I hear some customers wear thick clothes on purpose.
"When I lose, I don't do it till the end"
Some say they impose it on themselves.
Is it called tie-in play, or is there just the number of people who enjoy it?
"Wow, I lost"
Before I took off my brunette long shirt, I got myself completely naked. That's a pro, you must be playing like every day.
Cornell suggests you put your head in front of me.
"Because of this, why don't we put them against each other? There's still time."
Sitting next to me, a cute little girl with wavy short hair. I put my hand on my chin as I looked at her.
(Hmm)
A high school girl in a blazer, baseball fist for two. And we relax and see for ourselves.
(Not bad)
Today is a part-time Cornell. For this reason, the Adult Gourmet Club begins at the same time as the store opens.
Therefore, the time is still past noon. If you work too hard here, the night will be tough.
"Sounds interesting, let's do it"
The brunette long doesn't seem to disagree either, and she starts wearing the clothes she was taking off.
And in the middle of the room, I started wavy short and chanting.
"If you want to play in Wangdu, make it a game like this."
Two young, bright voices, singing out. He also looks adorable and very cute dancing.
The yellow cheer rose and the wavy short took off his jacket.
"How about if you win and Mr. Cornell competes? Of course. Keep your clothes on the way."
"Then even if it's my first time, I think I can handle it."
Cornell laughing fun.
Two people who are gradually stripped of their clothes and go. We admire it as we chat.
"This look of losing one piece of clothing at a time. You see this melting in the slime."
Cornell asks, but I don't know.
Someone named it a slime game on their own.
While that was happening, it was settled. The winner is a brunette long high school girl. It is a two-time victory in a row.
"She's strong. Please be careful."
I told you, I don't even know what to watch out for. But Cornell laughs as he chokes.
(The rest of the opponent is only below his skirt and his upper body is naked)
Even Cornell, his first experience, has plenty of winning opportunities.
While I thought so, I stared at the modest breasts of a brunette long.
"Fine, fine!
"Ah!"
In the first swing, the voice of the brunette long rises.
(Screams)
I groan unexpectedly.
Or so Cornell's choke was pinching the cherry tip.
With both hands, a brunette long holding Cornell's arm. However, the rigid arm of the Knights Class A pilots is not even frightening to that extent.
Keep it pinched, now shake your left hand up.
"Fine, fine!
Choke again. Pinch the rest of the tip as you play black-haired long guards with the back of your hand.
I guess I'm gradually applying my powers. Dark-haired Long leaned back heavily as he held Skebemaccio's wrist with both hands.
(It's not baseball fisting anymore, this)
Groaning, brunette long with broken knees. Stimulation of the chest is further enhanced by this.
While holding both wrists of Cornell, he is shivering with strength on both legs in an attempt to support his own weight.
"Unruly Lost!
I call, but it no longer reaches the two of us.
In the bed behind you, Cornell pushes down the brunette long. He opens and closes the scissors like a crab and continues to blame them.
"... lost against the rules, though?
But that's a pro, no brunette long losing either.
Pinching Cornell's torso with his thin legs, he began to push his hips up and down diligently as he lay down.
It's starting to look like a fight between Sawakura and the wasp.
Dark-haired Long does not complain, and the wave short next door is also clapping his hands and laughing.
I'm sure a lot of customers, like Cornell, derail along the way.
(Baseball fists are going to take a little longer to take root)
The play of this hand is only enjoyable if you follow the rules. I started along the way, and the flavor flies because of it.
A man and woman pinching each other in front of each other, arms around each other and shake their heads to the left and right.
The cute kid next door stood up and took my arm.
"Uncle, why don't we start?
Confirm the naked girlfriend pulling into bed and herself without a thread. Think a little.
"Why don't we play another game of slime? If you win, I'll play the chip."
We'll end up doing the same thing, but we'll give the winner a side prize.
To that suggestion, Wave Short's eyes increased the brilliance. At times like this, a thing called gold helps.
"Oh, no, except for my own clothes!
We started wearing each other's clothes, but the wavy shorts were trying to weave their feathers to the clothes that the brunette long was wearing.
Me dancing out, staring lightly at her with my little tongue out.
She also dances and speaks out.
"If you want to play in Wangdu, make it a game like this."
The occasional roar of Cornell and the whispering of a brunette long. And while we were interrupted, we enjoyed the slime game.
Furthermore, the stage moves just a little from the pleasure district.
That's the Knights headquarters north of the Royal Castle.
In the corner of the large room, the pilots who had completed their assignments were having a chat.
"The vegetables Mr. Lightning gave you, were they good?
It was the old man who was a pilot in the Adventurer's Guild who raised the question.
He stares at a young woman who is a colleague while making a meaningful laugh in her mouth.
"It was delicious."
Girl with a slightly twisted face, sitting across a table.
While she answers, she doesn't stop her hand from putting the ponytail back together.
Lightning we talked about is a pilot on the move from the Nicea Cassia country.
Even the Kingdoms Knights Class A pilots had the strength to wrap their tongues around them, and their new recruiting combination took care of a lot of things.
"So what?
Ponytail stares back at his expression.
By the way, vegetables are the summer vegetables that you have recommended.
"Whoa, what's with the approximate face? Oh, my God."
Niyanya laughing, shrugging her shoulders old man.
It's usual for this old man to have a disgusting grin if you try it on a ponytail.
It should be.
(Something, you're restless)
Because of the backwardness, I felt like I was being spotted.
"So, which was better? It's not like you're hiding it."
"... cucumber"
"Ho, ho, ho"
An old man with a delightful expression, a former adventurer.
"You're just like our daughter. My daughter-in-law used to eat eggplant all the time."
A ponytail that blushes slightly and looks down.
After figuring it all out, the old man says it in words.
"In my daughter's mouth, that eggplant is too big, isn't it? How's that? You hung it up and then you ate it?
"... I ate just like that."
Ponytails answering blurry. The old man laughed at the appearance as if he could not stand it.
"What the fuck! That's a little crazy, you!
An exploding ponytail, but the old man has plenty of room for adults.
There comes another old man and a young man with a short moustache. I'm here to report the completion of the mission to the Knights Commander's office.
"I got a compliment for you. It was a difficult assignment, but you did well."
The old man tells her with his chest stretched, and so does the lightning standing next to her.
The Warcraft I swept up this time is not strong enough. But the place is a river that is a border.
Because the opposite shore is imperial territory and some villages, great care had to be taken not to irritate them.
"Look, thank Mr. Lightning properly."
The old man tells me, what, a ponytail that makes the look.
"You bet."
The old man with the smiley face pushes his back and leaves in front of the lightning.
Looking slightly down, he said thank you for the summer vegetables.
"I'm happy for you, above all. What can I say for myself, it was a very good vegetable."
Nodding, lightning returning with a happy smile.
"Dear Lightning! Vegetables, that was awesome."
Braided there big tits appeared and pushed the ponytail aside.
"The cucumber, in particular, was amazing."
Not saying it tastes good, but a series of awesome braided tits super big tits.
Lightning only puts an ambiguous smile on his face.
(I don't know)
Take that in the distance, man. A former adventurer old man shrugging his shoulders.
The other old man, who understood the flow, also nodded as he put his arms together.
(Because of those boobs, you had a guy come by even if you kept quiet. So dull)
In the meantime, only Braided Big Super Boobs were emptying the direct balloon appeal.