The world trees collapsed, and the Spirit Forest lived, even as burnt wilderness dotted among the burnt and dead trees.
A bud that feeds on the magic that can be described as leftover incense, growing grass and a face. They supported the lives of worms, beasts, warcraft, etc.
(... Koleja?
One young heavy horseback riding (Heavy Lancer) leaning his neck in bewilderment. At the end of his gaze is a falling, lying pig-shaped medium-sized warcraft and the rats on it.
If that's all, it wouldn't be a rare sight. But the mice had torn their skin, and they had made holes in their skulls, and they had dived inside and devoured their brains.
(Naze-headed asshole)
Usually meat first in the gut and next in the meat. You can call it an anomaly, such as throwing them away and targeting the contents of a stiff skull.
But young heavy horseback riding (Heavy Lancer) turns away and walks around.
(belly guttering)
Something far more serious happened. In order to satisfy the hunger, we must look for grass to feed.
What moves Looks around sparse, heavy horseback riding (Heavy Lancer) snorts lonely.
"Leaving the Woods, Looking for New Heaven and Earth"
There are many animals, warcraft, and spiritual beasts who have disappeared so determined.
(ourselves mo, sousvekidattanodeha)
I still think so. Because even though there are fewer competitors, there is not enough grass, and it is eaten at the root before it stretches.
Thanks to this, the wasteland was definitely growing.
However, the herd leader to whom this individual belongs chose to stay.
"I can't reach anywhere, my whole head drips wild to death"
I guess I was afraid of that possibility.
After running his eyes to his body, he exhaled heavily from his nose and shook his head from left to right on a heavy horseback (Heavy Lancer).
(Salad now)
On a raised rib, a caught belly. If we get this far, it's impossible to travel. We no longer have a choice.
A giant warcraft that should be extremely powerful, starting to rely on its legs among the carburized trees.
The herd had been asked to move to the garden forest before the forest was engulfed in fire. But he doesn't know the chief refused.
King's capital shortly after sunset.
Having finished all my business for the day, I quit the knight hangar and walk west on the boulevard of the mall.
(Well, I'm glad it fits anyway)
I was concerned about the complaint from the sugar merchant, but I cleaned it up without being criticized. So my footsteps are light.
Immediately reach Central Square, cross and enter the pleasure zone while sending people home from work.
(Sorry for Mr. Cornell, but let me experience it first)
Heading there, whorehouse school.
This was born out of a chat between Windy Clouds and me in the industry and Cornell, my best friend.
I would have liked to have taken the first step with the muscle youth, one of those who came up with the idea. But it was said before, 'I am too busy to show my face for a while'.
Unlike me, you're in a position to support your country.
Even if it only looks like a bit of a scrupulous skebe macho, the real job is a pilot for the Knights of the Kingdom. Besides, it's the Knights' number three, which drives the Class A knight, The King of Two Blades (Vikings).
The trouble you have to do must be piled up with mountains on your desk.
(Ahead)
After cheering for my best friend in my heart, me entering the back street of the pleasure street with a flyer in one hand.
A few moments after looking at the schematics, I discovered a shop lined with festive flower decorations. When I went inside, there was a skinny middle-aged man sitting at the front counter with a tired atmosphere.
"Congratulations on opening the store. I came to see you soon."
After a mild surprise at me, smiling and voicing, I am a lean middle aged man who loosens his cheeks and makes a laugh.
I don't feel energetic at all, but people don't look like it.
I haven't heard it from my own mouth, but he is the one who creates a fresh breeze in the Hanayawa world, the "wind cloud child of the industry".
"I'm going to try to shape it as me, whether or not to wear glasses"
Even with that, I'm sure you're confident. The expression is bright.
"I'll pay you well."
I know it's an offer from a favor, but I politely say no. He pays the regular admission fee, buys about half a dozen tickets, and heads to the back door where he seems to continue to the classroom.
"Later, let me know what you think"
When he raised one hand to the voice hung from behind him, he pushed the door open.
(I see)
Proceeding down the windowless hallway, next to the ram is the drawer. When I slipped that, it was certainly a school classroom inside.
A neatly arranged, twenty or so wooden desks and chairs. I miss sneaking in while I see the backs of the girls students sitting on them, like when they're late.
(Oh, too bad, it's time to go on vacation)
That was when I was still watching from the rear of the classroom.
A bell hanging from the center of the room, and a clapper, the metal tongue inside, swung automatically, sounding loud and clear bells.
Set aside for a little while, a cosmetic teacher leaves the room on Thirty Roads. Then the female students take their seats.
(Ho)
Mid-teen uniform girls who start chatting with each other in a lively way. About a third of them are attracting customers to their bodies.
A young man walks from behind to stick his left and right hand into both pockets of a female student's skirt, sniffing her hair.
Or the boy who runs his eyes blood and rubs his chest like a parent's revenge and so on.
(Oh, I knew it)
He's basically a customer treated as' something that's not there ', but it just hurt like the boy did.
Girls students were whispering complaints as they distorted their faces and lay their own hands on their hands turned from behind.
(Sounds like you figured it out)
Pull your hands in immediately, boy apologizing in a whisper. I look at it and I snort warmly.
(That's right. If you're a man, you'll go that way once)
My chest doesn't swell, so I don't know. The pain of being kicked up in the groin is the same as a woman's inability to understand.
I guess this is how the boy gets experience and grows up little by little.
(Then so am I.)
From behind, subtly, he squeezes his ass wrapped in a uniform skirt.
I guess it's still new. Pleated skirt rules correctly lined vertical folds, its pleasant to the touch.
(big small, hard soft)
Admire a variety of personalities in the palm of your hand in a breeze passing by.
After that, imitation of earlier youth and boys. Wrap the girl's chest with both hands from behind and enjoy the scent of cared for hair.
(… healed)
I'm not just looking forward to twisting and making you scream sweetly after poking at nothing.
I dived under my desk because the class resumed, and I thought about the sales of men and women as I listened to a lecture on the absolute area between the skirt and the knee knee knee socks, its raw skin, on the pillow.
(A desire to leave offspring, a desire to triumph and rule)
Is there anything else called 'I want to delight women even by shredding us'?
"Devotion and Self Sacrifice is for Warriors"
It's not strange that it's imprinted on instincts, like a working bee that protects nests and larvae. And the act of fulfilling one's instincts feels very good.
(Not good. I think I'm gonna fall asleep)
When I start thinking hard, it's my personality that makes me sleepy. When I stick my face between my thighs and breathe heavily, I quit under my desk and stand facing toward the blackboard.
The view from there was truly remarkable: the bra seemed clear on the back of the sailor's clothes.
(... let's try it)
I figured it out, me tearing up the tickets I took out.
Blue bill, which is an entry card, lowered from the neck. Starting the brightness, I will take it from behind to the female student in the front seat.
The next time I reached for her back, I unhooked my bra without hesitation.
(Hard to get from here)
Short sleeves in summer clothes. Insert your hand from its armpit and drop the straps hanging on your right, left and shoulder. The next time you pull out one arm, pull the bra body with your right hand.
(Can you pull it out?
The cup is interrupted by the two hills and the progress is poor, but it is often continued gently and quietly. The intricately shaped cloth fit into my hand.
(Rest assured. I'm not taking it with me)
Turn around and peek inside the skirt to make sure the top and bottom underwear are the same color. It doesn't make any special sense, but I'm somewhat convinced.
After that, he pressed his bra against his face, enjoyed the temperature and fragrance, and then put it in his desk.
(If we practice, we're going to be able to do a little better)
It may be possible to remove the hock with one fingertip, even if it cannot be imitated in such a way that it can be removed without mistake.
Even if you're not a plain boy, what happens when you get to the queen in Casabelle?
(... good. It)
I'm sure there will be plenty of retaliation.
Lowering my eyeballs, I started studying Bra Removal Techniques.
invincible time for ten minutes in one piece. At the end of the day, I notice something strange going on in the classroom.
My spill.
They got their bras stuck in their desks, naturally, no bras. I can't even put it back on during class.
Guests who noticed it were beginning to indulge in the chest of a shirt in both hands.
(Do it yourself. What, but you should let me know this as a problem)
I think I'm the one who looks at the customers who make their faces shine like they don't want to.
The uniform girls react tremendously because it is almost close to raw rubbing. Enjoyed so much by the admission fee alone, the value of the ticket would be reduced.
(Yes, no more. I won't do it anymore)
A few customers who are not yet on the bait and are staring at me in anticipation. I peel the second ticket as I look sideways at it and once again unhock the bra that is clear on the back of the sailor's clothes.
But that's it. I don't pull through.
(If you don't use a ticket, you can't take it off.)
And the girls will work with their friends to figure it out if it's just Hook.
My "take it off" and their "put it back on" are done as the sigh of discouragement leaks from the men. It lasted until the end of class time while consuming another ticket.
(Half the time remaining, three tickets)
Well, how do you use it? I notice one female student heading to the exit of the classroom as she begins to circle her thoughts with her arms together.
(if)
Follow your instincts and follow. It was the lobby side of the windowless hallway, hand washing, that the female student turned to as I thought.
(The rest of the rest of the day off is only a few. It's unlikely if you're big at this time, if you are)
Having analyzed the situation sharply, I continue at such a distance that my nose tip touches my back hair.
But when I broke into the area reserved for women, I guess I just couldn't keep it as' something I'm not around '. I get hung up looking back.
"Um, it's for men over there."
Mojo and a female student pointing across the street. I take the ticket out of my pocket, no matter what, and I tell her nicely, staring her straight in the eye.
"I command you with a ticket. Let me see."
"Huh? Um, that's..."
Started brightly annihilated, blue tag lowered from my neck. A puzzled looking girl student looking back and forth between that and my face.
Take a look at that, yet another one. Disconnect the paper ticket from the machine eye.
"I command you on top of one another. Let me see."
"To, two? But at times like this, what do I do?"
I guess I didn't assume this kind of use. I feel a small sense of accomplishment as an advisor for finding holes in the system.
When I narrowed my eyes satisfactorily, I broke the third one and declared it.
"Furthermore, I order you to use a ticket. Let me see."
Her eyes swim and she gets lost. But I finally noticed.
"Wow, I get it. Go ahead."
Girl in a mid teen uniform who turns bright red and enters the women's bathroom and me following that back perfectly.
In previous life, it is an absolutely unacceptable act. Again, the other world is great.
(Wind currents)
Cicada voices pour, Summer Riyama. The clean waters of the gorge illuminate Ivana and Xiao as if they were flying through the universe.
While I picked up her spiral with my ear, I sighed with such a scene in my mind.
Honestly, I have no sexuality to enjoy watching this. Except for the appearance of a girl who is shy of being seen and heard.
I wanted to experience it once.
(I moved to another world because of it. I need to do something I couldn't have done in my last life.)
When I snort, I take turns with her after it's over. Open the lid on the western potty, and I'll add a small one to the payback.
(Hmm. Nothing about this, you're not ashamed to be seen)
The opposite does not seem to be necessarily fun.
It was me who gained the experience of life.
Meanwhile, the headquarters of the Knights of the Kingdom around that time.
In one of the heavily built rooms, which was completely dark, several executives gathered under the leadership of the Deputy Knights.
"What the hell is this all about? I've never heard of you not attending training before!
A well-fattened aunt pilot with both hands on the table and bubbles out of his mouth.
Sitting in the front is a vice president with a chunky mustache on his thin face. Push the delivered seal on her as she faces the flying spit.
"On the contrary, I want to hear this one. You're the recruiter, right?
That was delivered today by Plain Son, Queen of Casabel.
A thank you note to the invitation or a question? I cut the seal with that in mind, and the content is just a rejection.
As a result, officials were quickly gathered.
I'll take a look.
The aunt, with the grump on her face, grabs the letter and drops her big ass in the chair.
The meat is too good, the uniform tight skirt doesn't hide the triangle, but nobody drops their eyes.
The aunt, who had finished reading, exhaled loudly and shook her cheekmeat.
"It's for helping with the house work and taking care of my younger brothers. But what is this reason? Not very, but incredible."
Nodded by everyone except the muscular youth.
A profession I want to be a boy and a girl, always a top kingdom knighthood member. If hired, it would make the clan proud.
Those who wanted to enter the pilot's school could not understand, such as returning the last door to their heels.
"She is the billboard queen of your three headed Casabel. I thought you chose to continue rather than become a pilot."
Speaking was Cornell, who is second only to the vice president. Returned was: 'So why did you enroll?' The most serious question.
A young man carries on his words when he combines his forged thick arms in front of his thick chest and snarls his neck with cockroaches.
"There would naturally have been a dream of wanting to be a pilot. But it was only a dream, and I never thought it would come true."
He, knowledgeable with the Plain Child King, perceives that she has not found as much value in the Knights of the Kingdom.
But not those other than yourself who are here.
"There's nothing to compare to, a glorious position"
Because I believe that, I don't have the ground to understand the mood of Plain Son.
Therefore, he tried to put it away in an acceptable form: "I refused because I feared so much".
"... because it suddenly became realistic, you mean you got butted in"
Fortunately, the favorite deputy chief of the people moved his mouth under his beard with the expression I see.
"Impossible"
There are faces everywhere that seem unconvincing, but because the top of the scene showed understanding, there is no voice to deny them.
"Over time, my mind will calm down and I may change my mind. Let's put it on hold for now."
The number three of the Knights to appease to the extraction of the vice leader, who is a little tall and has a fine mustache.
But he knows. That's not the end of it.
(Even with one fewer winner, we can still figure it out. But)
It is hard to believe for those in this room, but the king of plain children is no exception.
Neither Jayanne's back top nor the phantom spinning princess regard the Knights as' a position to throw everything but take it '.
He was a cheerful and sketchy young man who exhaled on his shoulders thinking about what was ahead.