Empire, a mighty nation that borders the western part of the Ost continent.
A round table meeting was now taking place in one of the rooms of the palace in the centre of the Imperial capital. The agenda is, of course, about the 'extinction of the city of the north'.
"Tell the ambassadors immediately."
Instructions were given by a middle-aged man sitting in the upper seat. The modern emperor, who revived the kingdom of Oblique Yang in a generation, carries on the words as he looks around at the prominent seats in the empty seats.
"At that time, there is no need for exaggeration or cover-up. Don't cover it up, let them know it's the way it is."
The imperial review from the neighbouring countries is called 'A Violent Military State with Ambitions of Continental Unity'. That is perfectly true, but it is negative when seeking cooperation.
In order to gain some credibility, we decided to put raw and maximum information on the first report.
"What shall we do with the Elves in the Empire?"
The Marquis asks, a romance grey gentleman who seems to be able to work to see.
A thin-haired peripheral uncle and a battle freak, Reaper, are Landburn. The Imperial Knights Commander, the old samurai, Uncle Rosehip, and the mature Viscount remain in the north.
The Marquis' position on this occasion is jumping through, and I would say that the meeting is going on in a conversation between the two of us.
"You don't have to stick to wartime agreements. Capture them all and throw them in jail."
The emperor answers as he distorts his eyebrows and the attendees snort roughly. In the meantime, only the Marquis understood sincerity.
(If the people know, they are likely to let their anger kill them. Before the uprising, that's the form to take the lead)
After gaining certainty in eye contact with the person you serve, make one suggestion in a quiet tone. It's called "The Emperor Should Move."
"If the Empire is burned by spiritual cannons and the people and we die, the Empire will not perish if His Majesty is safe"
Put your hand on your chin and turn to the silent emperor, overlapping words.
"On the contrary, if we lose His Majesty, whoever stays, this country will fall apart. Then you won't be able to avenge the Elves."
Consent begins to be heard from those who surround the round table. Seeing it, the Emperor stares straight at the Marquis and opens his mouth.
"Let us obey the words of our lord."
A romance grey gentleman with his hands on his chest as he sat down and his head dripping deep. But this is also a combination play between the emperor and his heart.
The Marquis' opinion is, objectively, factual. But in front of his men, the emperor himself is not what he should say.
(If I had a borderline uncle, I would have advanced before myself)
It was also an excessive gesture and would have even brought tears to my eyes and appealed sincerely. Other than the bald middle-aged who contend for the Chancellor's seat, it's about old samurai.
Satisfaction with the lack of competitors and dissatisfaction with colleagues who do not rely on them. With complex emotions, the Marquis narrows his eyes.
Ahead, my lord was announcing the end of the roundtable meeting.
(Where will you move to Your Majesty, in that land?)
A tall romance grey gentleman headed to his seat alone as the others left the hall.
What comes to mind is an elegant white castle standing by the river, surrounded by blooming flowers.
(On top of being sandwiched by hills and rivers and easy to protect, there are also facilities in place to welcome multiple knights. There is no place more than his land)
But the emperor will show difficulty.
(I need you to bend over there)
He was the Marquis of the Cutter, twisting his head about what to persuade him.
Here the stage moves greatly southeast from the imperial capital to the king capital.
On the evening of Mr. Cool's visit to consult, I was taking care of Imosque and Dangolo.
"Don't tickle me, but don't bust me."
Grab the back of an imobe twenty centimetres long and repeat and pay for it with a brush. Even if it looks clean, there may be sand between Ibo's legs.
I bought it most of the time in the Sacred Capital, but it doesn't have a bad reputation from my family.
"Fine."
A vice leader of the dying regiment, excitedly and suddenly emitting waves.
"Fine."
The General, who was waiting for the order, also returns the waves.
This shroud has become fashionable since the first food (unicorn) was taught the Echihara method.
If it's Dangolow's turn, I'm sure he'll scream again.
"I wonder if I'm teaching my students by now"
Place the eel on the bath towel and mouth instead with the dangoose in your hand.
The girls I saw in the qualifying round of the flower path looked about between middle school and high school students. If it were the same as a previous life school, we wouldn't be doing classes too late.
And as I expected, in Mr. Cool's alma mater, the girls were gathered in the flower garden to start their ministry activities.
"Stop prepping gymnastics. Close all the window curtains."
The girls, who were wrapping their immature bodies in a blue bikini and exercising flexion, scatter around at the behest of the coach.
The flower garden is a separate building built on the property. To the unfortunate looking boys out the window, the girls pulled the thick fabric to the side with their little tongues out.
"Face, Style, Grade"
The entry conditions for the women's flower path department are strict and cannot be included unless these three are excellent. One person is normal from the class and it is a rare level to have two.
The school idols are gymnastics in bikinis, so it would be natural to want to see them.
"First of all, congratulations on the qualifying breakthrough for the Wang Du Games. Well done."
Says Mr. Cool in a blue bikini as well. Unlike the girls, this one is in the shape of an irregular adult woman.
Instead of being uncomfortable standing in a museum like this, it seems so overwhelming with the glow of life. That's the active sideline of your three families.
"But the real opponents, they're all mighty schools. Winning is not the norm."
I guess I know. The air of tension fills the girls with serious expressions.
"So I will teach you one of the depths. Protect it as a secret to the ministry."
Coach to finish saying and the girls staring at it. What you see in your eyes is worship.
"Make it the active sideline of your three families, the overall winner of the divine game"
If possible, make it a gold medalist for major competitions and a world record holder. That's like staying active and coaching a club.
When Mr. Cool told me about the offer, the principal didn't believe it at first. By the way, nobody knows why that bothered me because he doesn't say a word.
"What you learn is' how to touch them '. Use a brush to practice, but now remember how to move your fingers and tongue"
Hand out all the brushes you've been preparing, and invite the lady cut girl.
Lying in front of him, he puts on a dry brush, hangs it from his chest to his lower abdomen and slowly draws the letter 'Eternity'.
"Poke, peek, swirl, snap. This pattern contains elements of various touches"
A student who receives an exquisite brush and raises a crazy voice. Block that mouth with one hand and the coach continues to cool.
"It's fundamental, but deep down, this is the only way to reach the extreme."
At last, the lady cuts out at the tip of an unstoppable brush. The coach said in a quiet voice, 'Hold it in,' instructing everyone.
The canvas in a bikini, ridden over both hands and legs and unable to move, embraces the letter 'Eternal' while waving his abs.
The lady cut, who shook her head and removed Mr. Cool's hand as he slipped in his saliva, complained with her eyes running blood.
"Coach! My brain is melting!
But Coach's brush doesn't stop. Shifting the bra with a wet hand in the saliva causes the saliva of the hand to be contained in the brush and the pointed point at the tip of the chest.
"Be an idiot! I'm gonna be an idiot. Ugh!
While the voice grows louder in the motion of drawing small circles over and over again. But still, there's no change in how the coach looks.
The explanation continues in a pale tone.
"I try to win. I rub, pinch, or suck too hard. You're all aware of that, aren't you?
In front of everyone who snorts, the tip goes down the hill from the tip of the stripped chest to the belly. Then he walked straight through the plain and reached the valley of his groin.
"But that's counterproductive. It shows that this brush can make you feel good even if you can't help it."
The tip of the brush that applies pressure from above the fabric to the hard pointed point that can be seen even from above the fabric. After making enough buildup, wrist it up and coach pays.
"You got it, right?
At the same time as the finish brush stopped, the voice and consciousness of the lady cut also broke.
None of the students will open their mouths and speak no words. I'm just pointing my eyes at lady cuts mixed with amazement, fear, and some curiosity.
She was drooling a clear saliva from her upper and lower mouth, with a look the girl shouldn't have.
"Then use each other's bodies and start practicing. Whoever is alone, I will deal with him."
The members who instantly grab the shoulders next to each other and form a group. The members, who have been unluckily chosen the opposite direction by both sides, turn bright blue after looking around left and right and lag behind with their missing hips.
Seeing how it went, Mr. Cool smiled quietly for the first time.
"I was taught directly by my founder. Compared to that, no big deal."
Shortcut girl shaking her neck left and right and crawling back with her butt. But I don't have anywhere to run.
They are hunted down and crossed, and their tips are lowered over their navels.
"As for this move, I'm still immature, too. Let's brush our arms together."
Students look up at Mr. Cool from below in the backlight. That was terribly beautiful and enough to make you believe in God's existence.
And for the first time in her life, she tasted the feeling of 'brain melting'.
A flower garden on the same property, a short distance away. Even here, the men's floral ministry was about to begin fierce practice.
"Promise practice, get started!
Shaving marks of a beard, wearing nothing but blue spats A coach around thirty blue shouts out to the members.
On a mat laid in a square dojo cup are six boys facing each other in pairs.
The members in blue bikini pants replied out loud and stretched out their arms with their mid hips.
"Hands stretched out for the groin, just in front of you"
It is the promised practice that arranges it that way and alternates this. Gradually increase the speed and move to match format as your body warms up.
It's a classic at the start of practice, and I'd say warm up.
(It's him again)
The coach keeps an eye on the appearance of one new entrant and makes his expression bitter. It stands out in a bad way, this year's problem child.
However, it is not a bad attitude. On the contrary, he is honest and dear.
(That's like saying grab it.)
For promised practice, they haven't been touched. Nonetheless, the boy's weakness has already allowed him to peek into his face from above the bikini.
My cheeks are red and I can see my eyes are moist.
The coach told him in a harsh voice as he approached from behind and hugged him to his hips.
"You think this is how it's gonna be a game. Oh?"
Coach halves down the blue bikini and grips the weakness with thick hands that were saving him.
"Huh! I'm sorry"
Short screams and a subsequent apology. Ignore that and the coach grips in even harder. I exhaled the garlic smell of lunch into the boy's ear, who breathes and pushes his voice to death.
"I don't know what to say. Come on, you."
And keep your hands rough up and down. The boy, forced and stripped by the first downward movement, grabs his thick right hand with both hands and screams.
But the coach's right hand won't stop. Underneath the boy's umbrella with his index finger and thumb with 'Shiitake Dako', crushing the weakness of his weakness, making a noise and moving it like a piston on a steam locomotive.
"You're not making a sweet voice! If you want me to stop, do it right next time."
Boy problem child who twirls himself and keeps screaming in tears in his eyes. I know it's way over the limit, but I'm not allowed to put it out because the ring made with the coach's pinky finger is holding its roots tight.
Feeling the pressure pulsating in his pinky belly, the coach flashed his face.
(I treat you rough, but you're happy)
A somewhat neutral face to the boy's characteristic smooth body. Many men will prefer it.
If your appearance is an opponent's bump, you can make it easier to explode your opponent. You can say you have qualities in that regard.
(but decidedly lacking in fighting spirit)
I can't feel the will to win. I don't even show up for action. Even practice matches between members become irresistible when the opponent's attack begins.
Recently, in the promised practice phase, I was starting to get my weaknesses out of the top.
"Sweet wars run and my body stops moving."
This is his valve.
What am I supposed to do?
Coach's troubles are deep.
Everyone is a regular candidate due to the small number of members in the men's flower department. I can't afford the luxury of cutting it off because it's weak.
And there are competitors on campus.
(What's going on with that sudden result?)
Sometimes it was famous, but recently it was a sluggish women's section. That is the inauguration of the big coach, which is just a qualifying breakthrough for the Wangdu Games.
Coach's shoulders narrowed rapidly as the men's grades remained tense below.
(Hmm?)
When I surfaced from an immersive thought, I noticed that the boy's body was cramped and cramped from behind.
(Did you overdo it?)
When I loosen my grip, I let my face shine into happiness, a boy who, with his sweet ambition, releases a considerable amount, momentum and high.
The other member watching to steal the coach's moves turned to the side in anticipation of this.
"That's good, you got your arm up"
Inspiring and complimenting coach. He's a boy in the front scratching his head, but he gets a second direct hit in the face.
Even after the first bullet was released, the coach's right hand didn't stop. On the contrary, keep encouraging them to move faster and get out without a breath.
If you don't do it until it's empty, this problem child will soon turn it up again.
"Get it out, get it all out!
The third and fourth in a row and the boy who continues to paint white ballistic orbits across the universe. There was no color in the fifth shot, so the coach decides this is it and releases the boy's body.
The melted young body of his hips stuck the top half of his butt out of his blue bikini pants and onto the mat at the front.
(... chi)
I tongued it in my heart because my weakness has also grown.
(What's with the buttocks, the twists and shakes left and right. You're asking me out?
As a matter of fact, the boy is in the middle of the coach's taste. For the ministry and personally, the boy was a 'problem child'.
(Ass about this age, I knew it wouldn't happen)
Snort rough and make one decision, look around and stick up your voice.
"It's a good opportunity, so I'll show you a meeting (Larry). Everybody stop practicing your word and come here."
The five men gathered together as soon as their eyes were shining.
"Blame the weakness behind the opponent with your weakness in front"
This is the meeting (Larry), the flavor of the men's flower path, but the difficulty is high.
Because unlike "effective" by hands and fingers or "with moves" that use mouth, there is a win or loss in "one bottle".
"If you shiver your opponent, you win. Conversely, if this one goes first, we lose."
While explaining, tease the boy's drop on his fingertips and apply it to the chrysanthemum flower behind the half-stripped blue bikini.
"Ugh."
A problem child who once again leaks his voice without returning consciousness to the coach's finger trick of using Shiitake Dako effectively.
It's after I let it go five times, but once again, my weakness grows. I'm sure you like the flower path thing from the bottom of your heart.
"Featured"
Coach making sure he's loose enough and sliding down his own blue spats.
Weaknesses that grew beneath abs like tendons increased hardness and angle even more by being gazed at.
Being called in the shadows with a ghost coach would also have no choice in this.
"First, this wins one."
The boy, pushed in with a gold bar, immediately leaned back and shot in the air with no bullets. That's the end of the game, but it's an exercise, but it doesn't stop.
One idea came to mind in the brain of a coach who bounced his breath and tasted young peaches.
(This guy would be stronger if he grew up as a cutman, wouldn't he?)
Driveman to blame in front and Cutman to take it and then attack back. Drivemen are overwhelmingly common in these days when they are just starting flower paths.
The reason is that drivemen can be faster and stronger.
(Normally, I graduate before it becomes something. Except if you're talented)
Above all, to this problematic child, the driveman cannot serve.
(... one cutter on the team. It could be an accent to change the flow if you put it around the middle of a team fight)
The coach, excited by the thought, disappointingly grabs both sides of the troubled child's hips faster. The reaction and condition made me feel like I could go.
(All right, every day from now on, I'll be thorough.)
He was a ghost coach who licked his lips with his tongue and thrust the gold bars forward with the momentum to crush the young peaches.