South of the Royal School of Magic next to the east of the Royal Castle. Moving beyond the mall, there is a residential area called Middletown.
Among them was a room in a luxury collective home, with an exploded bottom sister welcoming her morning.
Get out of bed to the window. Then pull open the curtain and lead the light of day into the room.
(Today at last)
Jaanne, who works. I have a doctor slime appointment in a comma right after the store opens.
But there's no such thing as a wolf when she finds out about an appointment. I have already switched my mind forward and find purpose in today's play.
Get Ambrosian information.
Ambrosia is a fruit called the fruit of God. They say it's extinct, it's just an inheritance.
That was supposed to happen, but one day Tauro brought it to Jaanne as a recommendation to Mr. Cool.
(He didn't seem to have noticed)
Neither Doctor Slime nor her colleagues, who were presented, knew Ambrosia.
But the exploding bottom sister loves the legend of that hand, the person who elevated it and went down the path of a pharmacist at the Royal School of Magic.
(The aromas and flavors are as I told them. The figure is the same as the illustration in the museum magazine)
He broke through with Ambrosia and challenged him to battle on the bed to get it.
The result is a hard win. Based on the fruit she obtained, she succeeded in refining 'Lesser Elixir' in very small quantities. It proved that the fruit was Ambrosia.
"Elixir"
It is also known as a 'panacea', and demonstrates three things in B-rank: injury treatment, disease treatment, and state abnormality recovery. Explosion Bottom Sister's work was marked with "inferior (Lesser)" because it was triple C.
The reason would be that she was still a student and lacked skills and experience.
Ultimately, he has succeeded in making elixirs with his mentor, Professor Termano, the national authority in potionography.
(But you haven't been there since)
Even the country floats to the achievement of historic feats. The Prime Minister then ordered the Royal School of Magic to establish Ambrosian cultivation techniques.
How I got the technology to make elixirs, because without the ingredients, nothing would happen.
Professor Termano was worried.
Apart from Termano, who was in charge, there would be no choice from the standpoint of not being good at it. Neither the explosion bottoming sister nor any of the experience of growing plants is close.
In this regard, the Royal School of Magic has a professor specializing in pharmacology.
But still, the story to be told is called 'struggle'.
(This, too, is about to dry up once)
Exhaling is the flower pot at the window. One tree as thin as a flower stem, stretches about the height of his index finger, and wears four leaves.
Ambrosian seeds I tried planting before I gave the material to the college. That's what sprouted it.
(I was in a hurry when all the leaves fell)
I remember that time.
The twin leaves become three, stretched slightly and four. That went well, but one day, all of a sudden, I was naked.
All that remained was the appearance of a young tree as if the straw had just been soiled.
(... Huh? What's this?)
That's all that came to my mind.
I don't know what to do. I guess I swayed the recovery potion that was in the medicine box because I was pushed back by the rush to do something.
I had never even heard of a story about how it worked on plants when I studied potion science.
(Please!)
Keep doing that for two days. Did the prayer go through, little leaf bud Hachi gives his head.
(Good, that works)
Exploded bottom sister poured more potion in an attempt to make it more certain. But the next morning, the leaf buds were falling on the soil of the flower pot.
I don't know if it was too much or if it was caused by giving different kinds all the time.
Maybe it had nothing to do with the potion, whether the leaves fell or the leaf buds appeared on their faces.
(I'm not even sure if it works, but I've been avoided just to wither)
As a result of repeated trials and errors in a half-panic state, it is not possible to fix it and it is being held back.
Reverting consciousness to the present, the exploding bottomed sister exhales as she stares at Ambrosia the Four Leaves.
(... you can't even say that now)
"Potions May Affect Ambrosia"
I don't know if a professor of pharmacology is aware of this. You should have told him.
But I didn't have the courage to tell her, 'Actually, I had the seed at hand, and I was planting it secretly'.
(For that matter, I'd like to hear from that man)
How did you get Ambrosia? Can I get extra? Whatever you want, I want information.
(The goal is to stay conscious until the end of the play. Come on, I can't be melted)
Post-play conversation, the so-called pillow talk together, is important. I screamed like before and became unconscious, but I can't talk about it.
He was an explosive bottomed sister who gripped both fists and moved small up and down many times.
The sun climbed out to Jomtien for a long time. When the lunch break begins if you are a worker.
In the pleasure district, the whorehouse moves to welcome guests.
(Whoa, you opened it)
I arrived a little early, so I was walking back in front of the store. I see the apprenticeship concierge come out on the table and squeal into my heart.
I don't think it's boring. In this world, I am so envious that I don't buy Hinjuku.
"Jaanne."
The name of the store written in silvercraft letters on the sign posted on the front door.
The whorehouse is a social place for gentlemen. Besides, this store is a super luxury whorehouse that counts as one of your three houses.
It is a place of distant dreams for ordinary people who are chased into their daily lives.
"Welcome, thank you so much"
An apprenticeship concierge that lowers its head deeply while opening the polished oak door. Proceed with a carpet with long hairy feet while answering Eagle Deep in the mood of becoming a big man.
What you feel behind it is a few signs. Just like me, these are the gentlemen who waited for the store to open.
"Welcome to Jaanne"
The employees who stand in the lobby and greet us. Almost everyone from the chicks to the sidelines to the concierges.
The atmosphere is like a department store at the time of opening.
"Right after this, nice to meet you today."
I'll call your sister after the explosion.
I don't feel like I've waited that long since I booked. Concierge is right, I guess the boom has sedated.
"... welcome. By the way, is your mind ready?
Is it because it is in public, a statement of strength? But I couldn't hide anything from the inside.
An unsettling gaze that doesn't suit your sister's appearance. That's so cute, it adds to my expectations.
Wave gently and forward between them. Now greet Teaching Light Patrol Sensei.
"Booking for me today, you didn't let me in."
It's a line that seems obstinate, but the tone is soft and leaks a grin. You don't seem angry.
(Because I don't know if I'll be safe after that if I play against my blast bottom sister)
Therefore, today, this is the only comma.
Instructional Light Patrol teacher stepping forward from the distance of the conversation and turning to me. And I put my hand on my mouth and whispered.
"I say that in my mouth, but my heart is frightened. Be gentle with him."
I guess seeing my motivated look made me worried about my colleague. Teaching light patrol teacher seeking consideration.
Reach straight to my side of the head and rub your hair between your fingers.
(Feelings Yep)
I know exactly how dogs and cats feel. You have to ask for your husband's favor.
"Okay, I'll take care of it"
I grew up too and got room for my heart. They are changing in the direction they want to enjoy together rather than wanting to win.
But while I answer that, I don't forget to do it back.
"But you don't know if you can be gentle with your teacher, do you? Just be prepared."
Teaching light patrol teacher shrugging shoulders and blushing like trouble. The women around you who see it have a uniform look of awe.
A ghost instructor who is tough at work and can't help mentoring juniors. I guess I've never seen anything like it.
(Which, let me just sit for a little while)
Ceremony about picking you up at the grand total. It'll take a little longer until that's over.
He sat shallow on the nearby couch.
When the women returned to their chicks and sideline seats and the gentlemen began to identify their opponents. I'm going to the back counter.
There, an explosive bottomed sister stood with her hands on her hips.
(Style is good)
Rich chest and buttocks, but narrow waist. The crease reminds me of a queen bee, or hourglass.
She's taller. Its fleshy limbs will never be light.
(What a suction. What would you think if your brothers saw that 'women should be allowed to quit')
Look at thighs stretching out of costumes like Cheer Girl while you think about it. The sigh leaked unexpectedly.
My charm is clear, I guess I felt that. Explosion Bottom Sister seems to have some leeway.
He regains his strong expression and heads upstairs as he joins hands with me.
(I was freaked out when I touched my hand.)
The reaction is also good. Don't worry about winning or losing, let's have some fun today.
(That said, what do we do)
I walked into the room and the drinks arrived, and everything was ready. I look at your sister in the explosion floor and think.
It's a waste of time to take it off right away, Cheer Girl because of it. And from now on, my eyes are nailed to my shining thighs.
"What are you going to do?
Sitting on the couch, she asks me with a slightly anxious look. I did one quick, simple favor.
"You're sitting on the bed."
Nodding, moving exploding bottom sister. Triangular seating on the sheet.
It's a Cheer Girl costume, so you can also see the triangle between the base of the thigh.
(Excellent)
Though I have trouble with the place of my eyes, I keep looking at them without distracting myself. After all, the beauty of a woman is better than any work of art.
I peered at it from different angles to admire it.
(All right, it's still a thigh here)
Sit in front of the triangle and slowly open your hands on both knees. Explosion Bottom Sister, did not resist.
Somewhere open, me sinking my face. Rub your face against the base of your inner thigh and indulge in slippery skin.
(Ugh, I tease. I'm really going to have a nosebleed)
Focus on your enjoyment without thinking about the other person. I started crawling my tongue on my inner leg with rough breathing, which would have been the dog itself from the edge.
Until my heart settles down, I shake my head in the groin of my exploded bottom sister. Exactly. She put her hands on my head, too.
Lightly, but they hold me back not to move too much.
(Citrus aroma, indulgent)
I wonder what that is, the back of your nose is gnawing and your instincts are stimulated. After all, smell is important in people as well.
Once I'm comfortable, I let go of my body and turn to her in the front seat.
"Give me a hug"
I'm going to hold him from here while I mouth him.
"Oh. You're so sweet today."
A slightly frightened tone of explosion bottoming your sister. But I can see room for that look.
What she was wary of was a ghostly blame that probably wouldn't even let her breathe. My sister playing while making me sweet, I guess it was something I could feel safe about.
(After the hit, the takeshi hold. That's good stuff, but I can't enjoy it slowly)
Touch before full play. But this is worth more than production, and it's also fun.
By being embraced and embraced, I indulge in everything from the skeleton to the elasticity of my explosive bottom sister.
(It's time)
I breathe a big sigh of satisfaction. We have time, and let's go to the next stage.
Have your body washed in the tub, then climb into bed. This is literally the real deal from here.
Brilliant curved beauty, like an hourglass, shining in front of you. Young skin is bouncing back the water from the shower.
(Explosion Bottom Sister, in a sense, a people-shaped gambling machine)
High defense and overwhelming attack power utilizing motor nerves. But fatal weaknesses have the characteristic of appearing randomly.
(Unless you're someone like me who can target weaknesses with a demonic eye, it'll be hard to attack)
Or like Reaper, push it off with aggression.
So, can't those who don't have the means to defeat enjoy it? That's not true at all. She is a world-class professional.
"Well, I'll take care of it later"
Me sleeping on my back in bed, like a watered tuna.
I guess I don't know why you're not blaming me. With an amazing look, a dynamite buddy beauty looking down at me.
I say words with a smile on my mouth.
"It's not a battle today, so let me entertain you."
Apparently it was unexpected, his mouth was slightly open and solidified.
But that's the sideline of a super fancy whorehouse. Restart immediately and smile lusciously.
"Oh, well, taste me as much as you want."
And he was an explosive bottomed sister who reached out to both sides of me and crawled her tongue on the chest plate.
Playtime is half past. Falling on the bed in big letters is me with half my soul pulled out.
(That's all I'm saying)
The top entertainment of the Wang Du Misan family. Careful to the part where you don't have to pay that much attention and come carefully and politely to give you joy.
The technique of pinching with your chest and extending your tongue tip is the best category you have ever experienced.
A character named Sister who takes a strong lead and a physical volume. The destructive power it brings will force even Teaching Light Patrol to give way to a step.
"Satisfied?
Ask at the distance your nose hits, the talented lady of the Royal School of Magic.
He kept narrowing his eyes to me snorting back.
"Me too. No more limits, so give me a break."
Is it because of my days with Teaching Light Patrol Sensei? They were getting more aggressive without realizing it.
My shelling, which used to just be turned back on the thick armor of a battleship. It penetrated at times and burst several times in the residential area.
Still, it will not sink due to the high residual nature of the ship species Battleship.
(That's Teaching Light Patrol.)
Teaching and nurturing. I may be approaching the Aegis ship after being lightweight and refurbished.
"Hey, because of this, why don't we just keep talking till the hour?
Of course I don't deny it.
I never really had much conversation with my blast bottom sister. It's probably because there were so many explosions that dragged me to the bottom of the ocean.
Exchange words about members of Jaanne and Cornell about 'Skewered Whirlwind'.
"You're too selective of customers."
This is a review about Mr. Cool. No longer having trouble with her life, she is out in the store only to eat her first food.
Even if a pretty boy loads a lot of money and wants it for sure, he won't be interested in second-hand. On the contrary, as long as it is brand new, it does not ask for any age appearance.
On the contrary, I could have given the money away from Mr. Cool.
"Because it's more of a hobby than a job. Hey, in her case"
Nodding to me, blast bottom sister shaking the next topic. It's about traveling, and it raises the names of countries that have been to each other.
Compared to her, who enjoys a few vacations a year, I'm the only one in the Holy Capital and the Nicea Cassian Country. When I tell you about it, I make an interesting look.
"So what's in the elf? It's close to Nicea Cassia."
Immediately shake your head hard and deny it. I don't even want to go to that place.
Explosion Bottom When I asked her how her sister was, she squeaked her shoulders and breathed a small, sweet-scented breath.
"As someone who is magically involved, it is a land of admiration. There must be a lot of knowledge that we don't know."
Elves with racially superior magical properties and a long life span. I guess for students attending the Royal School of Magic, it's literally a treasure trove of knowledge.
"But I rarely get permission to come in. I thought you might."
I don't know why they say that. It is also very out-of-heart.
When I'm wrinkling at the root of my eyebrows, an exploding bottom sister scratches her cheeks to get in the mood. "Have you ever heard anything like this? 'I went on to say.
"It's an inheritance that is passed down among the Elves. There used to be precious fruits in the Spirit Forest."
It seems to be a common story in children's picture books and such.
"They say there's a big lake in the Spirit Forest, and there's a great spiritual beast called Zaratan. It seems to be long-lived and thoughtful, but it has only one flaw."
"Zaratan's faults?
I heard the name of a tortoise swimming in my garden and reacted with it.
Explosion Bottom Your sister has a soft look and makes me read more about the picture book.
"Only against the fruit, they didn't work reason. They've shaken off the elves to stop them, and they've eaten up."
So the tree with the precious fruit disappeared from the forest of the Spirit, apparently. The lesson of this story was, 'If you put out too much greed, you lose everything'.
A blast bottomed sister who shrugs her shoulders and shares her thoughts on 'You're in trouble with Zaratan too'. But I wasn't convinced.
(Fruit is probably about Vintage Probably)
And it reminds me of my conversation with my family.
Surely the reason why Vintage disappeared was because of the harvest before the elves ripened and the removal of the presence that would take care of them.
(Because it's a tree that says it's hard to take care of by playing Imosuke or Dangolo)
Even when preparing the seeds, Imoske worked hard. Too much to eat, so much to worry about.
No matter how long-lived and highly magical the species is, I don't think they can sustain Vintage on the elves.
"... but that's just what the elves claim, isn't it?
To my words, the exploding bottom sister that shines her eyes hard. I immediately put it back together and said, 'Why do you think that?' and inquire.
"I don't know what the Great Spirit Beast has to say, but I thought so."
"... you say funny things. If you can talk to a spiritual beast, there's so much you want to hear and see."
After how surprised he looked, he giggles. Meanwhile, I was confused by the knowledge I didn't know.
(Can't you normally communicate with spiritual beasts?)
Even if we did not have a family relationship, we thought it was possible for a well-armed magician.
(Whoa?)
The sound of a bell that sounds indoors here and tells us that there is little time left.
I let him take a light shower, put on some clothes and go outside the room. The descending staircase to the lobby descends with a lover's connection letting him touch his shoulder.
(I won. I lost. That's a good one, too)
After I left the store, I stretched out a lot and narrowed my eyes to the light of day. He turned his neck and shoulders glued and walked out to Central Square for now.
And this is in the store. The exploding bottom sister, who waved and dropped off Tauro's back, sinks into thinkings.
(It seems that Ambrosia's origins, Where It Is, are not elves. I don't know why, but I felt like I hated you)
One snorts, keeps thinking.
(But as for the Spirit Beast, I think I know something)
So he surfaces consciousness and squeals into his heart.
(If you can have this conversation, you can get an appointment again)
There was nothing to blame until I was rattled, and I enjoyed what was at work.
"Hey, how'd it go? Are you okay?"
Returning to the break room, a laid-back woman, a sideline companion, asks with a worrying look.
The exploding bottom sister replied with a grin to reassure her.
"Doctor Slime's pretty rounded up, too."
An old beauty looking incredible and turning her gaze to the upper hand. Breathe out gently, while the exploding bottom sister overlaps words.
"If you say no, you'll stop me. If you show me the line, it feels pretty good. Why don't you give it a try, too?
To her winking dynamite sister, the beauty gave her a troubled look.