Summer is the season. The time is just around the time of the afternoon tea.
I woke up wanting to go to the bathroom, sleeping in pilots' clothes in my living room.
"Sorry, I woke you up"
Back after a small errand, the eels, the dangouts, and the spirit-beast families of the turtles are also moving.
"Go."
"It's full."
Return the waves, imosque and dangolo.
Zalatan stretches his neck and stretches out greatly. There's no scratches on that figure, no tension heading to a battlefield like last night.
(Think I'm back to my routine, I guess)
Spirit cannons cannot be fired anymore, so there is no fear of fire arrows (fire arrows) falling on the King's capital. The elves are rubbing with the Empire, but it would be nice to have that resolved between the parties.
I nodded and pulled out the potion bag and started making potions with the claws on the floor. As we report to the Alliance Commander, we also intend to deliver.
"I'm going out now, but you're going to be okay late."
Above my hand, a potion bottle with contents that will appear next. The families who watched it give a wave with 'Tamabu'.
It's a task I've shown so many times before, but I guess I'm still interested.
After packing in his bag, he asked Imoske to leave the house. Thinking about what you're talking about as you head to Central Square.
(This is' I went to the east lake and came back 'and I just have to push it)
It's a fact, and he's just been witnessed as a knight eighteen meters tall. The only thing you can't say is about the Lake of the Spirit that went back and forth with the metastasis.
(All right, let's go)
Arriving at the Merchant Guild, I went upstairs and knocked on the door nervously. When I went inside, I bowed my head deeply and thanked the old lady (Old Lady) for lending me her.
The little old man, who resembles a goblin sitting in an executive chair, often stares at me and then asks.
"Did it work?
There is no forethought about what or what. Still, I have something to feel, and I strain my chest to answer.
"Yes."
The guild length then nods satisfactorily, rotating the oversized chair and turning towards the window.
"I'm so fucked up. You should go home today and get some rest."
It hangs words of delight over my back. There was confusion, but it was convenient, so I decided to thank her again and leave the room.
(I mean, too light, or what)
But it is also like our guild leader. After descending to the ground floor, the counter delivers the potion to the strong chief and then heads to the Knight Hangar.
I was going to apologize for hurting my wand (rifle), but I didn't see him again this morning.
"Are you up early?"
I love my job. It's unusual for a young man, so I get an unexpected look. The old man in the guard laughs, 'It's that day,' he says.
(Whorehouse ah)
Crossing the line, a narrow line youth mechanic who goes from herbivorous to extreme carnivorous. With the appearance of such a lovely woman who would accept him, I began to go through regularly.
Thanks to this, the way we worked, which was' It's normal to stay up all night ', was reformed so much that a' Premium No Overtime Day 'like today's was born.
(Well, let's go to the whorehouse, too)
Think of it, even though it's summer, I haven't taken a bath since yesterday. There's one thing here that beauties should wash all over themselves.
(When you want this kind of healing, you're Teaching Light Patrol Teacher after all)
If you don't want to fight, you don't have to. I'll take care of everything and give you superb service.
The question is, can I go now and get an appointment?
(When it was no good, … do you want to make a bottle of Yokota?)
A narrow alley in the pleasure district, lined with privately owned shops. Women are mostly from their thirties onwards and not bad when they want to be spoiled and made easier by play.
It was me walking west on Main Street scratching my head off.
The stage moves to a school in Wangcheng. Built on the property, it is a dojo in the women's flower path department.
On the mat laid on the floor lay a cool beauty in a blue bikini on her back, who likewise received a brush from the girl in the blue bikini.
"You've worn it a lot so far. You'll be able to hone your moves on your own."
Wake up and tell your upper body, cool coach. In order to leave office today, he had confirmed his mastery of the Eternal Yagami method.
"... will I really, really stop"
A shortcut captain who was waving a brush, asking with a expressive look to give something away. The look on the faces of the girls surrounding them in their front seats is also very dark.
Although for a short time, Coach Cool was totally grasping their minds.
"We grew up thanks to our coaches. Could you at least coach the King's Capital Games until they are finished?"
Mr. Cool smiles calmly with his faceless expression when he sees the shortcut captain who went on in tears.
Reach out with your arms on your knees and scratch the head of the shortcut girl on its rich chest.
"I'm sorry. I have a way to go too."
A shortcut girl leaking a whimper while being held over. From among the crew, the squeaking noise echoes into the dojo.
The girls knew why they quit, but they still couldn't help but offer words of comfort.
"Admission to the Pilot's School"
Its doors are only open to 'those with magic comparable to intermediate magicians combined with high magic manipulation abilities'.
If you can continue to climb the stairs in the school, you will continue to the Knights of the Kingdom.
"Nobility will be blood, pilots will be power"
These are words that the senior pilots of the Knights of the Kingdom once liked to say. What you can see is that it is comparable to nobility.
Even if you can't get there, if you acquire the skill of "manipulating the golem for a long time with a high degree of accuracy," you can earn a high income over your lifetime.
'A chance to bet everything on the resources of life. Not if you're a coach in the flower department. "
Principals, agents. It would be impossible for everyone to think so.
The girls did nothing to stop them, and dropped off their cool coaches with words of appreciation.
"... isn't it amazing? I can't believe I'm a knight pilot on your three sidelines."
One of the lady cut's men leaks the potpourri when her mind settles down for a little while.
"I just decided to enroll, and I'm going to see if I can be a pilot."
While the shortcut captain gently corrected it, he continued the words with admirable eyes.
"Literary martial arts and talent are not enough at all. Heaven will give you two or three."
Here you go, hairy long girl, proclaimed well.
"Me too, because I'm going for it! Knights to your three families.... what are you doing!
Pushing down in the middle of words, the lady next door cuts. When I took the brush that was on the floor, I began my armpit.
Gently and accurately stimulates sensitive areas and leans back as you raise your sweet voice. Hairy Long. Lady Kat lifts her eyebrows and continues to blame relentlessly.
"What's your house! Big mouth, beat me, then slap me"
The crew, who saw how the two were doing, looked at each other and broke their faces.
"All right! Let's help you with your workouts."
To the words of the shortcut captain, the crew put their brushes in their hands and killed to the long fur. Hold down both hands and legs, and over ten brushes blame your whole body.
Hairy long screaming in pieces, letting his hips roll over and over again.
"Wait! Wait a minute! I'm gonna die, this is gonna really die."
Girls of recognized skill from Coach Cool blame Hairy Long's steeple for wanting to know all about it in practice.
Fucking Long's words would be from the bottom of my heart. But I can't get that voice to them after going through the tough coaching of Coach Cool.
"It's okay. Your coach told you that humans don't break that easily, right?
Lady Kat laughs at the center of her big open leg and the twitchy lines and swells that can be seen from above the fabric with a brush, as she has done many times.
Girls who tease one of their loved ones about the loneliness with which the esteemed coach left. I guess I was caught off guard.
I hadn't noticed that the curtain pull on the thick floor in the window was sweet and a few gaps had been made.
(... there are two boys peeking)
This is a crush in Mr. Cool's mind. After leaving the dojo, he hid behind a nearby standing tree and watched. There's no way she can even feel Imosuke or Dangolo's gaze without noticing the passionate eye of a male student.
A boy in uniform, with shattered hair, and a fat boy. They don't seem to notice each other because they each have their faces stuck in different wall windows.
(I know how you feel)
Only the school idols can enter the department, the girls' flower department. They blame each other in a skin-exposed bikini.
Even if you're not a lusty adolescent boy, you'll want to see it.
Here, Mr. Cool sucks in the slightest fragrance that drifts in the wind. The next time you bend over to laugh at the edge of your mouth, fix your gaze on one side.
(Must be a gift from God to show up at the end)
Put ourselves on one of the scales, goddess of commerce. When I thought about it and offered my gratitude, I quietly approached him from behind.
(Wow!)
This is the voice of the hearts of fat boys students. Couldn't bear the heavenly scene seen from the gap between the curtains, and when I opened the front of my pants, my slippery cold hand slipped in from the right.
At the same time, a hand turned from the left blocks the mouth open with surprise.
(What?)
The next thing I felt was two large, soft lumps pressed against my back and a warm body temperature. Consider it hugged by a woman from behind, no doubt.
When I look to the side, a woman's cheek is bordered on her cheek. Until earlier, the owner was a cold goddess providing instruction in the dojo.
(Coach!)
The subject, who has hit his contemplative desires many times, is now embracing his body and groin. He'll probably be taken to the faculty room from now on and reprimanded for peeping.
Though there is fear of the matter, I still didn't want to forget the feeling of this moment.
"After all, admire your classmates?
A cool coach whispers in his ear with a suspicious grin in his eyes. As a sweet battle runs on his spine every word, the fat boy student returns desperately while his mouth is blocked.
"No. I think I'm the best coach."
Smiling just by mouth at the words, gently rub the right hand I was trying to wrap. Boys are likely to get out quickly, but the coach won't let them hold onto their roots.
"Now let's go to the modem. If I can prove my current words, I'll miss you."
Cool coach who just needs to let him get away and carry him from behind, pushing his back with his chest and taking him to the instructor's desk in the women's flower department. The women members are making a scene in the dojo, so there is no way to notice.
(What? Huh?
I don't know what's going on. But for him around the age when he couldn't even send his routine without self-processing day and night, there couldn't be any other option but to remain.
When you enter the modem with no resistance at all, you are freed and buttocks to the mat on the floor. I look up blankly at the cool coach who locks it in his back hand while keeping a glossy grin in his eyes.
"You want me to tell you? Or do you want to be free? For the first time ever, choose who you like."
A boy student who is half convinced that it is a dream, to expand beyond his delusions. But it would be a shame if I had to go through it before I woke up.
If I wake up because I had extra questions here, I'm confident I'll regret it for the rest of my life.
"Tell me! Please."
Cool coach who asks for answers and takes off his clothes in front of him. Below the perfect pant look remained the blue bikini.
(Suffering)
To the aroma of an overflowing adult woman, the fat boy presses the groin sword and distorts his face.
He burst out in his sheath without releasing himself to the rising power, causing severe pain to the owner.
"Now let's get used to it"
The cool coach in the bikini kneels on the mat, hands away from the treasure sword and holds the patterned area with his left hand. Then grab the sheath with your right hand and slowly push it down.
Every time a fat boy gets bored with pain, the mouth angle of a cool coach who goes up. And when his body finally peeled out, he sighed with a lucid look.
"Ahem."
A fat boy raised his voice like a girl, probably because his hot breath touched him. Coach Cool narrows his eyes and tells them in a pleasant tone.
"Just breathe until you can stand this."
"Oh, no."
Cool coach who sucks deep and inflates his chest and does the same thing again. I feel the damp air of my body temperature and my fat boy's hips float.
Meanwhile, the treasure sword was trembling to release its power while being held by the coach.
"You want to be touched with your tongue or contained in your mouth, right? Good luck."
Move your mouth deliberately, make damp noises and provoke. A fat boy who leans back and starts bridging from a less sleazy, buttcake position.
But while Coach Cool tries to wrap his body around his mouth, he never touches it. Keep spitting out even a large amount of moisture and heat from the depths of your lungs.
"I can't stand it anymore! Please!
Petitioning with a chopped voice doesn't make such a cry to a women's flower ministry coach who has a reputation for rigour.
He dismissed it under one word with a witchy look of prey.
"No, you can't. And kill your voice. If the crew can beat you, that's where it ends."
A fat boy brave man who can't make a wish and wields a treasure sword like crazy. But the ice witch blushes her lips when she gently squeezes the blade of the treasure sword, blowing the witch's breath.
After repeating it several times, the ice witch pointed her tongue and touched herself with the expression 'You're a troubled child'.
"Ahhh."
In the Instructor's Desk, the pushed and killed voice of the Boy Brave resonates. It's supposed to be the feeling I've been waiting for, but the color of uncut is stronger than joy.
The reason is how the ice witch touches. Because he just kept poking at the tip of his tongue while changing places.
"Coach! Coach!
Increasing voice volume and the hardness felt at the tip of the tongue. From those two, I speculate that the brave man's sensitivity has risen to near the limit.
Finishing touches.
The Ice Witch opens her mouth wide and launches into the Great Offensive as she takes it from Near the Limits to the Vertex.
That's so intense tongue blaming that the sword seems to lick and melt. Assuming it was made of water candy, it would have disappeared without a trace.
"I can finally make a wish. Taste well and burn deeply into your memory."
Right now, the sensitivity of fat boy braves is the highest point physically.
This adds a value of 'first time'. Perhaps the presence beyond the ice witch will not appear in his life in the future.
"In others, I'll be the memory of a lifetime"
With this, I can't stop eating my first food.
The Ice Witch rides horseback over the belly of a brave man as she shivers her spine in joy. Sheath yourself and swallow the treasure sword and go.
However, he kept his left hand from the pattern and held the power of the sword down.
(Chuckles)
A ice witch who moves her hips two or three times and leaks her face wide distorted and spicy groans.
It's not like the treasure sword was big. He was weak because of the continuing hunger.
(I can't do this any more)
When he was ready and swallowed his spit and rang his throat, he let go of his left hand to stab himself with a stop.
"Ooh!
The ice witch, who made three large circles with her eyes and mouth, exclaimed in a wild voice.
The running of the power of the pure brave, freed from a long seal. The white glow that destroys the enemy swallows everything that is in the way.
Besides, for Mr. Cool, an ice witch, pure attributes are natural enemies. Infinite damage correction is multiplied.
(What heat! very intolerable)
The ice palace deep in the dungeon dissolves instantly and erupts as water from the entrance of the cave.
The ice witch who destroyed many intruders without moving a single expression. But now floating in appearance is pure admiration.
"Brilliant."
And to the brave man's fleshy breast, he fell down upon his forehead.
"This is the only time in my life I can deal with you. Don't be sorry."
These are the words of Mr. Cool, resurrected after a long time.
The sun has already fallen and the girls have returned home. In the starry light poured out the window, only Mr. Cool's figure floats across the male student's hips.
"Okay?"
But no reply. The fat boy brave man underneath had temporarily lost his mind, albeit temporarily, to the price of exercising his power.
Now all I can think about is moving and spitting it out.
"Yikes?
Ask again as you bite your lower lip. But again, the only time I come back is when I look happy groaning.
When I wrinkle between my brows and tease the boy with a rugged eye, I grab the extra meat of my stomach with both hands all the time. And sharp, he made a third inquiry.
"Yikes?"
Shortly afterwards, Mr. Cool points his jaw at the ceiling, shaking his guts and body. But that's not the end of it, winding back to the first question, like loop playback.
The two immersed plays lasted until the early summer sunrise.
Time goes back to before the sun sets, and this one is a different wall than a fat boy student was peeking at. Sticking in the window are male students who are not willing to go to school if their forehead is not set.
(Awesome)
Now he was blessed with rare luck and was witnessing the sight of one beautiful girl being sexually tortured by numerous beautiful girls.
(It's spraying. It's spraying. Haven't you been saying that all along?
Having become impatient, he pulls out his contents as he opens and struggles in front of his uniform.
And as I peered through the window gap, at that moment I tried to grip it with my left hand, someone grabbed my wrist.
(Hip!)
That's like being held down by a private clothes cop the moment you pull it off, if you can. I feel the temperature right behind me, and some face lines up next to my face.
If you move your eyes to the side, you can see the shaving marks and blue sides even though they are too close and out of focus. That pushes me on my own cheek, and it hurts jolly.
"Why don't you join the men's flower ministry, too? It's gonna be fun."
A mysterious man holding a sensitive stick with his right hand while holding the boy's wrist with his left hand. He gently began to move back and forth while holding down the steeple with his octopus fingers.
"Left-handed. Nice. As soon as you work hard, you're a regular. Ah."
Boys use their right hand wherever they shake, but muscle strength differences are not tolerated.
The mysterious man said, "Oh? 'After he gives the expression, he smiles in full and carries on the words.
"Cross dominance! I'm sure you'll have to come in."
The heightened passion of solicitation is passed on to the boy as a grip and wrist movement, causing him to quickly cross the limit. But still, a pinky with a firm grip on his roots won't let him out.
"Nice people are waiting for you, and if you do your club work, you'll get into studying. Come on, let's go in."
Shaving marks on his beard A boy student trembles his body many times while being held from behind by a coach around thirty blue. But it is something that does not allow true supremacy.
"Come on, it's painful"
"Have you made up your mind to join?
Top and bottom of the right hand, with the roots narrowed. The inquiry with a smile was continued until the boy student began to give in and plead.