A rooftop garden in a partially three-story home on the northern edge of Wangdu Downtown. From the grassy ground, there were spiritual beasts looking up at the blue sky at noon.
"How's that?"
Keep looking up, Imobi asks. They are usually in the biggest 'herbal tree' branches of the garden, but they came down knowing the plight of their men.
"Hmm."
The answer was a dangoose that stares at the sky as well next door and moves its tentacles.
To the deputy chief Imosque, Dangolow, a general. An unconscious distress signal was sent from the Phantom "First Eater (Unicorn)" of the "Dying Regiment" to which the two belong, so much so that it followed.
Dangolow gave him protection, but the result was unknown.
"Strawberries, they were delicious."
Thinner, more volatile and unreliable mental path than yarn. It was this thought that came from it.
Imosuke hears it and gives a wave of relief. Enough to tell you how I feel about food, so I thought the crisis must have taken off.
"It was Buji"
"It was a mess."
Good, good. Nodding each other, the executives of the Dying Regiment. The emotions that have sprung up since then are joy.
For the producers who cultivated, sown and raised the seeds, 'delicious' is above all a compliment.
"Suika, stirring"
"Corn too"
When I get back, what shall I feed him? Two people to talk to while I get the look of a cute guy in my head.
A little wind blows there, shaking heavily the branches over his head.
"Is it time?"
Dangolows looking up again, as if I remembered.
What lies ahead of you is a single tree standing by the pond. He grows lustrous dark green leaves and holds numerous large yellow fruits.
"Sushi no more"
After a lot of viewing, says plant expert Imoske. It's probably because it's the most hands-on tree in the garden.
This is what Tauro thinks' Vintage 'is. It is a legendary fruit, known in this world as Ambrosia.
"Mo Xiao Xika. Shin Ni Wai Chi Yuan Shii '
And Zaratan, a tortoise living in this garden pond, is also a favorite. You can see how excited you are to see the conversation on land and swim by.
Zaratan is known as the Great Spirit Beast of the Long Living, but his greatest interest is in this fruit.
"Saijitsu, Saiji"
"Yes, rubbish."
The three masters, Tauro, have the most right to speak.
Imosuke and Dangolow went out of their way to put it into words, presumably because, at the moment of ripeness, they felt an atmosphere that was likely to be spoken immediately.
"Together, Tataru"
"I mean, tattoo"
What the two imagine is the sight of gathering on a bath towel laid in the living room and feeding it from tauro hands.
A tortoise that delightfully tastes everything, from skin to seed. We are about to taste it.
The Lord will eat the contents, and the skin will pass to heavy horseback riding (Heavy Lancer) or twisted corners (Capricorn).
"facial nye"
Zalatan, who shares that sight in waves and shyly lowers his head.
Imosuke, the head of the garden forest and head of the family, nodded greatly and told the turtle how much more.
The mall stretches east from Wangdu Central Square. Its south side is Middletown, and there are many workshops, etc.
The Exploding Dressed Bottom Sister, who graduated from the Royal School of Magic at the head, was studying while working at her mentor's potion workshop.
"I'll be right ahead."
A dynamite bodied beauty who greets her colleagues at work and hangs her work robe to her hanger.
Today, a few early rises a week. We will now head to the pleasure district and sit on the sideline of Jayanne, one of the finest whorehouses known as the Wang Du Gosan family.
The store didn't want to let go of her, who broke the Reaper and became a one-jump heroine in the last divine match in the Holy City.
"Tired."
Returned is a young man in his mid-twenties.
A workshop owner, a lean middle-aged man with a curved mouth. Professor Termano is not here right now because he lectures at the college.
He is the only one here who is a senior at the School of Magic as a student, at work, on both sides.
(smart job, not to mention beautiful and good style)
He replied carelessly, but it was an act. The eyes nailed to the rear of the departing exploding bottom sister.
The personal clothes that emerged from the bottom are classy in dark colour. But the unlikely lines of limp hips that connect his rich breasts to his buttocks do not attract his attention and let him go.
"It's a combination of talent, in itself."
Young man shrugging his shoulders as he drops off his swinging ass to the left and right.
Words leaked with sighs would be useless. But a little, he had a loud voice.
"Thank you. Please come anytime. Because I'll give you plenty of service."
She looked back and smiled and closed her eyes. The young man was unable to move until his hindsight disappeared into the hallway and the door to the room was closed.
(If you can go to the store, there's nothing wrong with it)
An attractive body line that even feels vicious, like a man-shaped queen bee. The desire to embrace it as you wish and pierce your own needle is strong enough to burn yourself from the inside out.
But the target is your three sidelines. There is literally no money to pay upfront at the counter of the store.
(All of them from the workshop, the thin pay is bad)
This is professor Termano's potion workshop, the best known pharmacist in the country. The young man is also a graduate of the Royal School of Magic and has a higher education than this.
Still, I guess the only reason I get paid enough to mourn is because it's a thick industry of the brotherhood system.
"Instead of getting a chance to learn practice, I help as an assistant"
Although there must be this habit, the worker on the side of the use is somewhat convinced of both.
(If I remember one thing, I'll just be independent. Then I'll make money and make money and go to work every morning from the Pleasure Street)
Hold your fists to ambition, pharmacist eggs.
However, it is important to note that there are also a few workshop owners who 'only part of the work experience'.
"I don't need to be able to stand on my own."
The reason is this. Because I want to use it cheap and long, and I don't like more competitors.
In that regard, he, under Professor Termano's doorstep, can be said to be blessed.
"Strong desire for self-expression, chunks of desire for approval"
"I'm amazing," he lifts himself, "you're an idiot," he says and acts like he lowers others. An unfulfilled mind if you can't continue to be recognized as' just 'by your surroundings.
That's the driving force, and I know we've gotten this far, but it's hard to get along.
However, I am honest about the discipline. As long as they have a learning attitude, they teach them without limitation.
"... what are you standing on? You're incompetent, so move your hands around the crowd."
A lean, middle-aged man whose door to the hallway was reopened and his mouth curved to one side to reveal himself.
On the return of Professor Termano, the workshop owner, the young man rushed back to work.
Street trees that are in the wind at the same time, reflecting the hair behind the leaves white into the afternoon sunlight.
Explosion Bottom Sister narrows her eyes on her eyelids and walks through the cobblestone refreshingly as she waves her buttocks to the left and right.
"A booking customer is waiting for you already? I'll be ready in a minute."
Enter Jayanne in the first class of the pleasure district through the back entrance and go to the locker while exchanging words with the girls on the tour.
When dressed like an exposed cheerleader, he goes out to the counter in the lobby at a slightly earlier time than promised.
There he was, a slightly fat middle-aged man. Explosion Bottom For my sister, I was the first customer to see it.
(I wonder what this feels like)
uncomfortable and insignificant observation.
At first glance, he is an old man who seems to be everywhere, age appropriate. So what is this feeling that doesn't fall into your heart?
He's too calm.
Speaking of fact, this is one of the finest whorehouses in Wangdu, and I am at the top of the sideline. I mean, it's the most expensive, too.
A familiar guest would not have known, and at first sight this margin was unusual.
(Hmm)
Though not on the table, this male customer is definitely a strong man. With that much confidence, I guess I nominated myself.
(That's funny. I'll show you what I can do.)
It is professional earnestness that thoroughly serves and makes you feel comfortable. But these dangerous opponents are good once in a while.
"I'll show you."
A blast wearing bottom sister who puts fire into her struggling heart before and smiles lusciously.
When he teased his arm, he held hands and went up the stairs to pull his shoulders together.
After arriving in the playroom of the suite, order a drink. Until they are transported, the two enjoy a worthless conversation.
As the play began and the clothes began to take off, the exploding bottom sister was slightly surprised.
(Awesome wound. I wonder if the beast attacked you.)
Only the back was covered with countless scratches.
But don't ask, wash carefully in the shower and massage on a king-size bed.
Sleeping on his back, he pinches his face with his munchkin thighs, presses his abundant chest against his stomach, and hands the inside of a man's thigh.
(Size, shape, both about normal)
Some types push with their prized possessions, but the weapon in front of them is not.
Then is the move awesome? Like that doctor slime.
(That's special. I don't think so.)
When you gently shake your hair and regain your mind, wrap it in your mouth with your tongue. He pulled it out once and tried to see how it would react.
But somewhat entertained, he asked me to let him like it.
"I blame myself instead of being served"
I want to enjoy women's flesh, freely. Few men like that.
So she leaned over the bed and welcomed the guests.
"Kick, kick, kick, kick"
In the spacious and luxurious suite, only the crisp sound of the bed echoes.
That's a good offense.
A continuous, not so fast, thrust by a sword placed in the front eye. And even though, he only hits one point in the center.
The beauty of that precise, almost spiralling motion would be proof that the foundations are well established.
(So, the blow is heavy)
A concurrent woman could have already broken a point and been conquered.
But her move was, "Average Damage." No matter how much you concentrate on one place, it doesn't work.
(I don't know how to blame you)
I have a defensive vertebra and an explosive bottom sister who thinks about after a change of offense.
A man who punches a covered waist is undoubtedly a craftsman. Protection would be quite something too.
But my turn to blame, it didn't come very well.
"-Kick, kick, kick, kick."
Just keep ringing, the structure of the bed.
(... not good. What is this? How long will it last?)
As Tauro described it as a 'battleship', the armor of your explosion-bottomed sister is thick and quite durable.
Therefore, if it was a front-cut beating, he would be proud not to sink.
(Ugh, uuch, uuch)
But how about reality?
Obsessively repeated forward and backward, it is as if the ship ghost draws water in with a pattern. Cumulative flooding is approaching total drainage and waves are beginning to wash decks.
"Ohhhhh!
Finally, an exploded bottomed sister with her mouth open round and wide and screaming sweetly from the back of her throat.
One leg is pulled up high and the rounded fingertips point to the ceiling. Then his back went upside down so that the squid could cook and his stomach trembled several times.
That was exactly what a Supercross Battleship looked like, folding the ship in two and sinking.
"... you're good. Now I'll do it for you."
After some self-loss, an explosion bottoming sister who puts her legs back and manages to breathe. The next time an intense kiss is given to a man, an upper and lower replacement is proposed.
But a middle-aged man with countless wounds on his back refuses to do this with his actions. He did not utter a word and resumed his rhythm.
"Wait a minute! You usually rest here."
Please, but the man won't stop. Keep quiet and keep unplugging even.
In her ear, which happened to be the second time, the fat middle-aged man finally spoke up.
"Where is that woman?
A dynamite bodied beauty who doesn't know what she's talking about and greatly distorts shapely eyebrows. To that reaction the man stops moving and asks again.
"He's the winner of the last Sacred Capital divine match. I know you're in this store. You can't hide it."
Then there is only one such person. Obsessed with the first thing, I'm going to the pilots' school this morning, Mr. Cool from what Tauro would say.
According to the following words, this male customer heard of his reputation and visited Jaanne from an exotic country.
But the figure of the spinning princess is neither on the chick stage nor in the sideline seats. He said he was turned down by the concierge, even if he tried to nominate him.
"Her appointment is not accepted"
The push questions carried out across the counter are still a sight to be seen from time to time.
Usually the customer side pulls here, but this old man was different.
(If you don't want to say it, that's fine. Ask the top of this store and their bodies)
Seems to have led to such a decision.
"I'm not here right now. We only take customers who like it, so we can't have them."
A middle-aged man who shakes his hips several times just saying 'lie' to the answer of his exploding bottom-sister.
"If it's true! I'm not trying to hoist the value."
There is probably a sense of urgency in his voice because the man restarted his entrance and exit in a grumpy manner.
Explosion-bottomed sister who feels herself in danger and reaches out to the magical formation of emergency calls. But on the brink, they grab my wrist.
And what was told in my ear was a word of 'say'.
"I'm not lying!
But men don't believe. Even though, the crisp sound of the bed continues.
"No, it's painful! Please, no more."
Screaming, claws up and scratches on the back of a slightly fat middle-aged man.
I don't know how to be a professional when it hurts and bleeds. But they are not already decent customers because they are also blocking emergency calls.
"Tahikara..."
Jaanne's number one losing consciousness at last as the rot stops turning.
Seeing that she stopped moving, the middle-aged man with the wound on his back finally put his faith in the answer.
(What is this? Isn't it like you're already retired? He said he came all the way to King's Capital)
Sighing beneath him, an exploded bottom sister who keeps twirling herself with her white eyes peeled off.
Although I keep tightening up his son, I don't have any moves already. It is only the reaction of the body by unconsciousness.
But it still tastes good because the ingredients themselves are excellent.
(... you've just sent down Reaper)
The outcome of the last divine match, he said, was not poor.
(Because of that. Do you want to go to the end?)
Indulge in outstanding flesh, from the inside to the corners, that you will not meet. And with only a few hours left, we pour massive amounts of hot stuff into the back.
Her mouth, which moaned loudly with reflexes, was blocked with her mouth, and she finally let go of her body.
"You deserve a scar on my back."
The old man showered his face in pain, and when he said so, he held a bag that wasn't big enough.
"It was a little rude, but forgive me"
Grab a large quantity of gold coins, divided into several parts, and pile them up on the table. With all this, you'll be able to borrow your exploded bottom sister for three whole days.
I also know that the bag is a magical item because of its ability to betray its appearance.
(Well. I wonder what we're going to do now)
When I groaned to my solitude, I was the old man who would follow the suite.