Grand Auditorium, a venue for periodic practical exams. At the wall, there are athlete seats.
Just now, a black tight girl with black hair tits was just returning with a redhead threesome knitting stick woman down.
(Doesn't she look happy)
The voice of this heart belongs to the girl in the crimson butterfly mask. Now she sits with her arms and legs together and her chair tilted backwards.
Black tights junior broke through the second round, so within fourth place is confirmed. I can take part in training for the Knights of the Kingdom, so I guess it's a relief or something.
(Me next)
King of plain children who hears his name and takes his seat. It was a short-haired boy student with a stern face who went on to ring the chair.
He is the opponent of the second round. There are two of us out of here, but only one can come back.
"Begin!"
Simulated cockpit (f) A referee who confirms and declares that he has arrived.
At the same time, the short-haired boy lets the knight step through the floor and sticks a rectangular shield forward.
(Well, don't be)
The starting position is already between the whips. No wonder you chose to consolidate your defense and pack your distance.
A flash of whip paid to catch it, but the short-haired boy sprayed a hover to evade the universe. Without killing the speed, he approached me drawing parabolas.
(That's a World War I breakthrough. Unlike the Kamako earlier)
A plain child king compared to his Niyanya laughing brother, who was crushed both elbows and knees without a single step to move.
But there is no sense of crisis in the expression, swinging to unleash a blow of interception. But at that moment, her leeway evaporated.
……
The face under the mask is distorted into anger, changing the arm from a simple longitudinal swing to a horizontal eight letter.
Shortly afterwards, he attacked a short-haired man with a high-speed streak that was not comparable to the first shot. A whip tip that breaks through the speed of sound emits so much noise as a machine gun that it breaks the eardrum.
"Until then!
A miniature knight for a short-haired man who can't break through anti-aircraft fire and stops falling straight down. Seeing that, the referee's instructor raised one hand and stopped the game.
"Ah, here you are. Thank you."
Blaming the plain child king for trying to turn her back and walk away, she didn't have the ear to listen, and she went straight to the athlete's seat.
He sat dodgy straight in the wall seat, holding his face with his hands from the top of his mask, and began to whine with bumps.
(alarmed, screwed up)
Why are you so upset? And what the hell did short haired boys do?
(Golden gastronomer Gourmet of Gold. He said he was trying not to see it before)
The correct answer is this. The moment the knight with short hair jumped into space, he put the VIP seat behind him into view.
Previously, a special play with the Knights of Kaisel Beard left a deeply incurable wound in her heart.
(My head hurts, my head hurts)
Butterfly mask with a bumble and head shaking left and right and black tights junior sending a strange glance at it.
Only two of us are here. The other students are not there for the game.
In the meantime, the consciousness of the plain child king was when she was a plain child. Going back to the beginning.
"My twin brothers caught an epidemic cold"
Everything was, and will be.
Fever and bitter groaning younger brothers in bed. The neighborhood healer, who checked the two alternately, says, 'If you take the nourishment and rest slowly, you will heal soon'.
But Plain Son could not see very well, and wanted the high healing magic.
(Money, we need to do something)
If you want to go up there, it makes sense that the cost is more expensive.
But the plain boy sits on a chick stand at the finest whorehouse named Casabel, even though he's on the tip. It is definitely a high paycheck.
So many of you have wondered. There were still circumstances.
"Educational Expenses for My Brothers"
This is it.
Downtown, the plainclothes running food stalls. A natural flow would have sent her to a common school nearby, just like her.
However, she had just been admitted to a good school with the strong hope of "For the Future".
Enrollment and tuition. Plus uniforms, textbooks, and teaching materials. Sometimes it was for two, and there was no money left anywhere in the house.
"Let me do this job"
The plain boy with the money plan just went to work and offered to the concierge.
The reward was high. There was no recipient of the order.
"Are you serious? No, before that, do you understand the content properly?
The concierge who doubted my ear asked her again about three times at the time.
"Show me where to serve, show me where to eat, be heard the reviews"
This kind of thing if you describe the job in an extreme way.
"It's okay. Just a little patience, that's all. And I really need money."
Plain child with a strong light in his eyes and staring straight at the concierge. The concierge had to admit it.
(Surprised, but thankful, that you're working as soon as you take it)
While walking down the hallway leading to the suite, Plain Son thinks.
Not an hour has passed since I accepted the order. On the spot where the customer heard from the user, he decided to go to Casabel.
(When you get home from work, ask the healer to come right away)
Rewards are paid late. Because it was a condition, early play is a wish.
(Now my younger brothers can sleep without getting laid, right?)
The two boys recover from their illness and forget about the 'special job' themselves. And return to your usual routine with a smile on your family's face.
That's what she thought at the time.
(How long will I remain in captivity? Come on, let go, golden gastronomer Gourmet of Gold!
Here consciousness goes from the plain child of the past to the current butterfly mask queen. But this cry of heart shall be a good place to speak.
I have no consciousness of tying her to the Knights Commander. Because from time to time I just turn my gourmet picture diary in my room and exhale deeply into delicious memories.
(I know. Bad is me. The idea was sweet. though)
The other person's eyes when they 'ate' what they put out. That light that just says' I know everything about you 'won't allow her to forget.
King of plain children looking directly at the head of the Knights of the Kingdom in the VIP seat for the first time, with his face facing down.
(If I don't settle with you, I can't take this one step forward. It would be repugnant, let me do it)
Suddenly he becomes breathless, breathes roughly and breathes deeply.
"Quiet, darkness in my heart! Not yet."
Plain child king with one hand on his chest and squeezing out his voice.
There is no such surprise in the eyes of a black tights junior staring at her. Instead there lived the light of understanding and more vigilance.
(I see, is that why you suddenly got stronger)
Nodding to my heart, black tights junior. She layered the instability of the Plain Child King on her own Special Attack.
"Crawled at night by a middle-aged man and enjoyed plenty"
This is the fictional world in my heart of a brunette, big junior. By burying her in her own world, she can draw great magic, albeit temporarily.
By the way, this is' take it and put it down '. That's why I haven't told anyone.
(Then you shouldn't be able to use it a lot)
I put my arms together in front of my chest, which lacks swelling, and I think I'm supporting my jaw with one hand.
The price of magic is the reason that drains. If you repeatedly go to the fictional world within a short period of time, you will turn your body against the bow and lose consciousness with a scream that is not there.
Like when the instructor put an archery on me at the whorehouse.
So there is a battle.
Thin, tall junior who keeps expanding her thinking. But that's not the right answer.
Unlike her, Plain Son has a lot of original magic power.
"Switching to aggressive personality frees up abilities."
You should describe it this way. There is certainly mental wear, but not as much as Black Tights junior thinks.
On the other hand, I couldn't afford to worry about my classmates with dark hair tits. Float a grain of sweat on your forehead and open your diagonally distorted mouth.
"Sooner or later, the wind will always blow. Wait till then."
Although he is a golden gastronomer, Gourmet of Gold, Kaisel Beard is the head of the Knights of the Kingdom. He's a key figure in the state.
If she had hit a whip in her hand, what awaited would be the ruin of herself involving her family.
So the reins of the mind, you can never let go.
(Just once. Let me fight him)
What is desirable is play in a whorehouse.
Whipping with whips, cursing with words, and high-temperature candles for advanced people, make them scream plenty. At the end of the day, tap the pin heel in from behind and her heart will be saved.
But the golden gastronomer Gourmet of Gold does not visit Casabel for Sin and Punishment.
(After all, do we have to fight on a knight)
Imagine the power of the kingdom's martial apex, a plain child king who bites his lips hard with a sad expression.
But when he rocked his hair to shake it off, he raised his face again and pointed his shooting gaze towards the center of the VIP table.
(Unlike the old me. In the divine match of the Holy Capital, he even beat Reaper)
A real battle by a knight would be different than on a bed. Besides, she is still a student, and her opponent is a warrior of war.
(I can't do it now, but I'll catch up with you sooner or later and let you go beyond. Be prepared.)
Thus she managed to regain her calm.
Shortly afterwards, she appeared in the athlete's seat as a soft-boiled female student. Put aside for a little while, female students with scarce expression and cold impressions also take their seats.
Teaching Light Patrol Sensei and Mr. Cool. The Jaanne pair seem to have won as well as their previous reputation.
"The Second World War is all over and the top four are out. Once lunch is here, the semi-finals will start in the afternoon '
venue, a magically loud voice sounds.
Then it springs up everywhere, the noise caused by the private language and the sound of the chair being pulled. That was the same in the athletes' seats.
(Except for me, you deserve to stay)
Teaching light patrol teacher, Mr. Cool, black tights junior. The three of them were alone with their gaze as they took their seats, the plain child king thinks.
(Sounds like you're on guard)
The gaze returned by the three female students is very harsh. They must be overmeasuring the power of the Plain Child King.
A deep groove, between advanced and intermediate classes. She stood on its intermediate side, but she was in the advanced class because of the creep called 'Thirty-two'.
Because the weakest girlfriend, everyone admits, suddenly turned.
(You would know if you fought. Thank you very much.)
When you exhale gently, the plain child king rears the venue with a sandwiched basket in his hand. It was made in the morning for my younger brothers going to school.
And three pairs of gazes on its back continued to follow it until it was invisible.
(... I'm tired)
The plain child king, who went straight to the hand wash, removes the butterfly mask in the sink. Then the queen returns to Plain Son so that the air can escape from the balloon.
When I was thinking about where to spread the lunch I had brought, I was cheerfully called out from behind.
"Wow! Wow! What's the sudden matter? You've been strong. Were you hiding it? Why not?"
Looking back, what was there was a redhead threesome braided sobacus girl who uplifted her cheeks in an excited way.
When she grabs both shoulders of Plain Son, she asks, rocking back and forth at GacknGack.
The irresistible plain boy felt ill along the way and quickly blued his face and went.
"Oops. 'Cause I'm so surprised. Come on."
The three redhead braids who noticed it let go of their hands as they panicked and put their hands together in front of their faces to apologize.
It's okay. And I get a relief look at the plain boy waving, and I carry on the words.
"But the whip looks good."
A stick woman waving her arms wide as she made a sound with her mouth bashfully. I guess the only reason I look envious is because it compares to my weapon.
Three redheads knitted lost in World War II, but not so subdued as to seem so.
(The fourth-place prize should be the goal of the students)
Questionable plain boy asks terribly. The answer to that was simple.
"Because I'm not going to join the Knights of the Kingdom. I came here to learn how to steer the Golem."
Golems that are large or capable of complex movements cannot be manipulated without more than a certain amount of ability. At least an intermediate class or higher would be required, to put it in the pilots' school.
If she made it to the advanced class, she could move almost every golem. In other words, over the course of my life, a good job is guaranteed.
(... that's what I think)
Plain child explained with a bright voice and feeling fresh.
"All students aim to be pilots of the Knights of the Kingdom"
The only exception is myself. That's what I assumed, but it didn't seem right.
"Hey, are we going to lunch? We don't eat together."
Three redhead braids peeking into her eyes with a grin, tilting her little neck and inviting her.
I haven't had a chance to talk before, but her rustic and bright atmosphere is preferable.
Plain boy smiled and nodded, leaving the hallway with his basket in his hand.
corner of the Pilot's School premises. Its mowed lawn stretches with white wood tables and chairs lined up.
I was sitting in one of them with the herbivores.
"Attention, everyone! Now I'm bringing a pretty girl, Kamen."
Mouth it with a glass of energy, three redhead braids, the herbivore's girlfriend. The neighboring plain boy is blushing and lowering his head small as he looks down.
(Mr. Tauro. Some of you don't wear a red butterfly shaped mask, but the atmosphere is very different from when you play the game)
A thin young man with a mouth in my ear and a whisper. When I snorted, I decided to give my voice to Plain Son.
"Long time no see. Congratulations on reaching the semifinals"
You look up when you're told, plain boy, and you notice me. He brightens his expression even though he looks surprised and returns his greetings.
You must have been surprised that we knew each other. The grass-fed mechanic and the redhead trio came to ask what the relationship was.
(Isn't it something to hide? Working in a whorehouse is quite a status in this world)
Ask Plain Son with your eyes and he will pull cocoon and jaw. So I think she's Casabelle's chick. As a customer, I say that I have had several times with them.
The three redhead knitting I heard opened my mouth wide and made an even louder noise than earlier.
"Casabelle? Of those three top houses!
Make an interesting face and be greatly surprised. From her junior whorehouse job, your three families will be higher than the clouds.
To the three redhead braids, which I describe as incredible, across my face, I explain with a serious face.
"Her healing power is amazing. Even a broken heart can be a plumper after playing."
Of course this is about when you're not the queen.
He doesn't always seem to be in queen form, and sometimes he sits on the tip of the chick while still vegan.
(The opposite of the queen, but this is good again)
Naturally, it's not me who misses valuable opportunities. Immediate nomination, please from the knee pillow. Offensive.
(I remember)
When I asked him to be a sketchy honorary student, he snorted at me even as I turned bright red to my ears.
Me crawling her off my knees like that and pushing her down, breaking my hand between my knees as I peered into my eyes nearby.
The next thing you know, move your fingertips deep inside your underwear and ask them in your ear.
"Is that it? That's what's happening. Ooh. Could it have been you expecting? It's nasty, by the looks of it."
To her, who turned sideways and dyed Zhu to the neck instead of the face, chased him further.
After pulling out his fingers, he gave the tip of his groin a little credit, and whispered, "From here on out, it's himself."
(Shy you pushed your hips up and swallowed me, didn't you?)
And with so much dedication this one feels sorry for, she pushes her body up and down diligently, keeping her ass afloat in the bridge position. All I can say is the best.
Just following my memory a little hardens my groin under the table and makes my mind shrivel.
"... you don't have to use respectful language"
Me being drawn back to consciousness by the bewildered voice of a plain child. Apparently, the three redhead braids turned the friendly tone just now.
Knowing that you work for the three families, you must have lost your temper.
"Are you sure? Then I will."
But that's three knitted redheads. With the naivety of his country daughter, he returned to his colors and tone.
(To the herbivore mechanic, three redheads knitted. Neither of you plainclothes seem to realize you're the sign queen of Casabel)
Grass mechanics are not interested in anything other than three knitting redheads, and for three knitting redheads, Casabel is a world too far away. No wonder you don't know.
With that in mind, I heard a gentle, slightly stiff cold voice coming from behind me.
"Did you come to see me? Dear Tauro."
One is a goddess with a shirt and jacket in her tight skirt, Teaching Light Patrol Sensei.
"I can't show you a fight like this."
The other is the Phantom of the Dying Regiment who makes her a cool beauty. Mr. Cool is the first food eater (unicorn).
I saw a plain child without a mask and took a seat as if there was nothing left to make a look that surprised me for a moment.
"... ooh"
It was still the red-haired three-braided Sobacus girl who leaked Lady and the rest of the groans. He lays his hands around him as if avoiding looking directly at the sun and leaning back.
(Well, we're both dazzled)
Beauty is natural, full of confidence and vitality. This brilliance, because it is those who are at the height of your three families.
Of course, plain boy, top of the casabel. If you transform, you release a similar aura.
It feels more like it leaks out of Pandora's box before you open it than just the light of day, but there's a personality there, so you won't have a choice.
(Hmm)
Pull the table next to you, two-pillar goddess sitting in a chair.
But I do. That the other one who wants to come here is jumping his gaze out of the shadows.
"Don't stay where you are, come here"
Keep looking forward, me speaking out. The cut I noticed, by the way, was due to Mr. Cool's eye movements.
Her senses are sharp. Imosuke and the others are hiding in the shadow of the confectionery box, so much so that they feel like they exist.
"Excuse me, sir."
Appearing out of the shade of the gutter and the tree was a luxurious, thin-breasted black tight girl student. She is a junior in the sports club.
The stick woman I defeated and the boyfriend-like person. Perhaps you've been distracted by these two.
In fact, a herbivore mechanic only makes his face snap for a moment. But the three redhead braids waved vigorously and quickly disappeared.
(Exactly)
This one unspoilt girl doesn't seem to care about losing at all.
"Hey. On the way there earlier, I felt like I had more magic all at once, but what happened?
Quickly, I'm asking for commentary on the game.
"... what is it about?"
Junior who returns it with a strange face. In contrast, the three redhead braids say, 'Is my explanation bad?' He thought, 'and speaks in detail.
"There's nothing to talk about the game right now. Let's eat first."
With a slightly louder voice, I interrupted.
(Not paying attention to detail is an advantage, but it's not good here)
We have the best for this occasion. You can't possibly reveal what's in your hand.
A girl with a narrow shoulder width who looks relieved and a herbivore mechanic who realizes and agrees with my intentions.
This is how our lunch started to get too busy.