Imperial territory, northern city.
In the understatement of the city's only whorehouse, a woman of mannequin-like beauty was making sinister surfaces with her heart.
I don't put it on the table because I sprinkle cracks in my makeup.
(That's crazy)
She's 'Elda' where Tauro calls her. It is the unknown survival of the Elf royalty.
Until now, he hid his race and origins and kept lurking in the world of man.
(What do you mean?
Knowing that the Lord of Griffon is "Uncle Rosehip," he searches the customer list of the whorehouse for his name. But no matter how much it turns, it doesn't come out.
(When I came to the store, I was going to brainwash him)
A whorehouse is a social place for gentlemen and ladies. This is the only place in this city.
In order to interact with the representatives of the inhabitants, so much so that women lords also visit. I didn't think you were here.
Along with the back cover of the roster, Elda closes her eyes. But before the thought came together, a girl's voice called herself.
"Sister, it's time"
When I open my eyes, an apprentice child looks at me from the entrance to the armoury. Looks like it's late shift time.
If you ask me, I'll tell you there's already a nomination in there.
(I'm going to be busy today)
When you get up from the chair, tap your back several times with one hand so you can stretch your hips.
A bag of unopened confectionery, bought in the daytime square. When I gave it to the girl, she went to the lobby.
Meanwhile, this is Robbie.
The fat high elf sees a woman walking out of the back and nods to her heart.
(Definitely)
He was in the alley at noon, handing over a letter to Griffon.
My cheeks unwittingly loosen in front of a treasure trove of human-shaped information.
(This one if you put it in. by the time you pull it out you will have succumbed to your body and mind)
Absolute confidence in people. It is common to the Elves, but the more they do not have the opportunity to deal with the people inside, the stronger the tendency is.
A fat high elf who is taken by a beautiful woman who smiles with only her eyes and goes up the stairs. At this point, neither of them had yet realized that their opponents were Elves.
(Well)
As rumored in advance, the woman in front of her dropped the light before taking off her clothes.
It is also convenient for us not to have to expose ourselves naked to the brightness.
Elf spears are nothing but human spears.
I may be frightened by the long majesty and run away.
"Ma'am, I'm sorry, but can I ask you something selfish?
His request is, 'Get me crawling on all fours on the bed'. Go on with the words further and tell him 'I like to do it from behind'.
"I don't mind."
That's a woman who works in a whorehouse. Accept immediately without including a negative sound in your voice.
I could see it in the dim as well, taking off my heels and going up to bed, laying low and raising my ass.
Keep your clothes on, but the same goes for this one. I'm not going to complain.
"I'm ready. Enjoy your stay."
To my surprise, I say I don't mind starting like this.
That's a pro. While I'm impressed, I just don't like the attitude I can afford. I roll up my skirt, I drop my underwear, I lift my spear tip, and I laugh.
(That heart, I'll send you to the afterlife soon)
A butt that feels much thinner than I've seen under the lights. While feeling slightly uncomfortable with the difference, the fat high elf moves forward with a twist.
"Well, what do you say?
Ask as you look down at a woman's back. I haven't buried half of it, but it would be rare for people to get this far.
To back it up, the woman leaked a bitter voice.
"Well, it's deep."
You will, you will, and you will smile, but you are not willing to forgive me. Proceed further slowly to the back, listening comfortably to the call of 'Be patient'.
But along the way, I frowned on a strong question.
(What is a human race? Was it something you could have welcomed so far?
Surprised "a long time" and further ahead to explore. Finally putting spears to the roots, but no meat walls hanging on the tips yet.
It wasn't possible. Only the Elves should have the sheath so far.
"... no way, elf?
On my own words I accidentally leaked, frozen spine.
I noticed the breadth of what I thought was "the other person is a human race." An elf royal liaison would not be strange to be an elf.
"Have you noticed by now?
In the words of a woman affirming her predictions, she tries to pull out and escape. But I couldn't.
The flesh of a woman instantly turns to stone. The spear caught in the crack should not be slight as per Excalibur, a holy sword stabbed in a rock.
The uncut and sweet voice I had raised earlier had already stopped perfectly.
(Not good. This is not good)
I can't stop sweating cold.
A fat high elf grabbing a woman's ass meat with both hands in an attempt to strip off her body somehow. Eat up your teeth and stick your whole body into your arms.
(Ugh!
Immediately after, a strong sense of compression ran on my spear. If possible, snakes wrapped from root to tip.
If you don't strangle your prey, it will feel tight and tight.
"Stop it! Get off me!"
Fat high elves raise their voices to the motion of snakes that make them squeeze out. But a snake made of women's flesh never stops.
Whenever this one reacts with Vikri, persistently repeat the irritation to the place.
What's going on here?
A feeling I've never tasted before. That would also be natural.
A fat high elf with no great experience and Elda who has lived in the world of men hundreds of years and one body at a time. It is a mistake to compare.
For snake tightening, a spear that raises roots. The fat high elf, with his grumpy grump, let him go.
"Whoa, whoa."
A snake with a big mouth can't eat until it swallows the tip of the spear. One torso moves like milking a cow.
The appetite of a greedy snake never stops, even spitting out quantities like you've never experienced. The feeling of being sucked runs a sweet paralysis to the spine, causing the hips to melt.
The fat high elf collapsed on the woman's back as she opened her distorted mouth wide.
"Welcome. That's a lot of magic. It's been so long."
Elda wakes herself up, turns her body half a turn, and takes the mount without pulling it out. The current posture is a form that spans the man on his back.
Fat high elves stare up silently, waving one hand and intervening in room lighting magic. I lit everything.
"Oh, boy in trouble. I asked you not to turn on the lights, didn't I?
A woman looking down with an evil grin while wearing clothes. But that face isn't what I saw before I played.
Countless cracks were spreading from around his mouth and eyes.
"You traitor. What are you going to do with me?"
Elda does not return an answer and deepens her grin even more. Hibi grows into cracks and thick cosmetic walls fall one after the other over a man's belly.
Elda's make-up appearance is "Kanyin Bodhisattva Statue with a Worried Face," if you can imagine.
The surface layer is now cracked and crushed, and the body to which it was applied is exposed to the outside air.
"... Rich! No, Elderlich."
A fat high elf who breathes like an instant Buddha and screams upside down at even the crop's hair.
(I didn't know it was undead)
undead. It occurs sometimes under certain conditions, lifeless activity bodies.
I see it in front of me, and the information I've had leads me one after the other.
(Not the survival of the Elf royalty. The royal family who was buried alive transformed hatred into food)
Then you can see the world's enemies (World Enemy) left alone.
The undead don't want reinstatement or anything. All there is is is hatred for the living.
Griffon and not his family, he would be serving with some force.
(That's why you were taking the distance. Touch it and it will suck your life. like myself now)
When I think about it that much, my index finger is on my forehead. Feeling a bursting shock, the fat high elf was unconscious.
Looking cold down at the fat man stretching out on the bed, the instant Buddha opens his mouth.
"What's Elderlich? You'll excuse me."
No lies, Elda is alive. It's not undead, it's just an extremely old elf.
The fat high elf, he just mistook it by appearance.
"Still, a much older elf. What brings you to the city of the people?"
She reaches out to the man's ear as she wets herself with a zero distance electric shock.
"Looks like he's hiding his ears with his hair, but he's infiltrating and gathering information? No way."
Fingers on the jaw, Elda tilting her neck.
Whatever the businessman in ordinary times, it's war time now. It's hard to imagine the elves going to enemy land themselves.
I never thought of it as a high elf, etc., nor would I be able to help but see it as merely an elderly elf.
"Fair enough. I forgive you for asking for information. Be prepared because you have plenty of magic and brainwashing."
Spin the spell out of your mouth when you hit your fingertips on the fat high elf's forehead again.
A magic formation appeared on the man's forehead, slowly turning around.
"When you're done, I'll cut your ears off and throw you out, just like I did. I've forgotten everything and I'm out of money, but good luck."
Elda speaks gently, just between the end of the chant and activation.
Then he closed his eyes and began to suck up memories from the man's brain.
Here the perspective returns to Tauro.
Me sending Mr. Cool and the first young man out and enjoying tea in Jaanne's reception room. When I finished drinking, I went out into the hallway to return to the lobby.
(Whoa)
Just before you bend the corner, you discover a woman walking with her stunning ass swinging left and right.
(How are you? Ah)
Greeting in my heart, I raise my middle finger and raise the peach groove.
Of course, the demon eye is activated. Press the brightening point accurately.
"Hiya!
Exploding dressed bottom sister jumping up like a cat, holding her ass in the back hand and looking back.
From the point of light that looks like a leftover fire all over your body, it looks like you're on your way home from work.
(Sexual harassment, after all, has to be this way)
A very, but unexpected reaction to Mr. Cool. Raise one hand and hang your voice, filled with soothing thoughts.
"You look busy. If you're tired, I can massage you anytime."
Of course, it was free, and he continued, waxing and rubbing with one hand.
The exploding bottom sister, who tided around the top of her nose, lags back as she guards her chest and groin with both hands. Really cute.
(As a student at the School of Magic, you were talking about your interest in my private life)
Or would I have already graduated and helped a professor with a curved mouth?
(Let's be careful anyway. in front of her, I'm a golden player who specializes in sexual massage)
I fully intend to follow Mr. Cool's advice.
First foods (unicorns) are much smarter than me while I'm handing them out. It would be a fool's deed, such as ignoring the words of a wise man.
(But I don't have the option of not playing with an exploded bottom sister)
The three houses of the king's capital, called the capital of flowers, are the women who put up their heads. If you turn away, it's a huge loss to my life.
"Oh yeah, I have to make an appointment. When are you free?
Explosion bottoms to think of something while staring at this one with a tight eye for my words, sister.
And he nodded like he'd made up his mind, and he told me.
"You can take the next half comma, slime game."
The next one is empty, but the next one is buried, he said.
Specifies a baseball fist called Slime Game, with half the playing time. I guess she thought about this so that she wouldn't be bothered by the booking that goes on.
"Regards"
When I answered with a full smile, I took my explosive bottom sister's hand and headed to the playroom via the counter.
"Then hurry up, junkempong!
Simultaneously with arrival, start playing standing. You can't waste time in a second.
Seems to be familiar with the junken I told you about, and she puts out her fist without delay.
"Say it!
Me sticking my fist up, my hands on both hips, blushing and blasting bottom sister facing sideways. Insert your hands inside her miniskirt, drag your underwear off and pull it out of your ankles.
After a few nostrils and enjoying the scent, he threw a small cloth on the bed.
"Fine, fine!
And soon, the second round begins.
From the results, I dropped the first game. He is a loser, but therefore not given the lead, and receives only the mouth of a no-hand.
(It's going to melt)
It's a less burdensome blame for her, but that's Jaanne's number one. The taste of the thick lips and the lingering tongue is just fantastic. I like the look on your face.
But I didn't lose either. Where it has changed from deep swallowing to kissing the tip, he swings his hips and escapes.
I slapped her side with the belly of the sword as she opened her mouth and stretched out her tongue to chase her.
"Hey!"
He's making an angry look with one eye closed. Have we done too much? I think I can turn back where I stopped, and I get a sweet bite.
(Ugh)
With an invincible grin, the exploding bottom sister who drinks. I took an unconsciousness.
Thus the reward time for the first game is over and you go to the next game. That would be the last time in time.
"If you want to play in Wangdu, make it a game like this."
Dancing with Kunechne as the two of us sing, shaking up our fists.
"Fine, fine! Ahhh."
Me looking up to heaven with one hand on my forehead, and an exploding bottom sister posing as guts as the goo I let out.
She leans in front of me, removes her belt and drops her pants.
Pillar of a tent that rises with recoil in front of an intelligent, sexy sister. It's a great sight indeed.
And after the round over ten, I jumped up and screamed.
"I won!
Me in the trunk only and my sister in a mini skirt with an exploded bottom. You'll see how close it was.
I don't have much time left, thanks to you.
Roll up the pushdown skirt and break in deep. Find the point of light with the Devil's Eye.
(Right here. The color temperature is the highest and the light is strong)
The white light point is like Sirius, Sirius, a Sirius star shining in the night sky.
I pinch the top two of your sister's big triangle with my fingers and start poking at the bottom vertex. In her case, it doesn't work unless the stars instantly match the moment.
It is a difficult task, required at a high level of aiming and timing.
(a little more)
But there, even the prebell sounds unceasingly.
I blew it up in time and tried to sink it to the bottom of the ocean with me, but time ran out. After all, the defenses, the remnants of the battleship, are out of their minds.
If you see her laying it together, that face is proud.
(The first game is my loss. The second game won, but I couldn't get him to score a goal in reward time)
An explosive bottom sister who gently directs me to make a remorseful look and washes me away in the shower.
I'm told I'm going to be ready for the next one here, and I'm going to the lobby alone.
(It was fun, okay)
First slime game in Jayanne, if you think about it. Besides, the target is an exploded bottom sister.
It would be too much.
(Just a little, you're a raw boiler. Let's go to the next store someplace like this)
It was me who greeted the concierge and left for the pleasure zone.
And this is the explosive bottom sister left in the room.
"Knock."
After Tauro leaves the room, he goes over the tile.
(It's tough to say that time is running out on the brink)
The lit fire came near the root of the ignition line. I would have caught fire to my depths in a little while.
Burning sensation felt deep in the belly. In an attempt to extinguish that fire, a hand holding a shower moves unconsciously down.
(What are you doing to me? No, no, no)
Stopping at mental strength, exhaling loudly.
Besides, I didn't even have time to have a conversation.
She wanted pillow talk and was afraid to fall back and forth unconscious at regular playtime. But in half, on the contrary, it seems to have been too short.
I think it will be a little longer, but given the current situation, I can't deny the possibility that it was sinking.
(Still, you're a horrible man)
Breathe loudly and repeat, stand up Exploded Dressed Bottom sister. Wipe your body with a bath towel in order to keep up with yourself.
The next customer, by the way, lost consciousness in the middle of the play because he received such a passionate service.