"... Belle"
"Ah. Shh, sorry! This is, uh, emotion! I mean, it's gone..."
Gossip your eyes as you excuse yourself.
Wow, I suck at crying... and I calm down and notice signs of you coming next to me.
"Belle."
And I called my name short, and when did I move, Mr. Chris, and.
"Yes?"
and reply.
If you look up.
Fluffy spread arms lifted me up again.
"Bell (Bell)... Now, I'm not leaving you"
For a moment, it overlaps with a voice of some kind, is it a phantom to reach your ear?
"If we get closer to each other, it's natural to see something disgusting. That's why I don't think I'm going to like the personality Bell because I saw something I didn't like. Even I'll show you things I don't like. Still, including everything, you'd think you loved Belle, and if you could accept me just as much... I think so, what do you think?
Mr. Chris' ultra-serious, very warm suggestion is to quell his audacious feelings and now become a tear of relief.
"Yes… of course!... Oh, but that, me. Only Harlem, I can't..."
and. So much so that my thoughts deviated sideways, I put my condition back on track.
If it's enough to be a harem... well, but I do.... Until you have more wives, you know, you want to be my wife...
If it's a bit of an idea, a little anxious, and still my first wife, I don't know.
I've come to a conclusion. Look after me.
"Belle..."
And, as if from the bottom of your belly, the bass that resonates.
"Let's start by filling in the difference between our perceptions, we..."
Mr. Chris's, somewhere elusive, raw and warm, then.
Difficult and speechless in the air with its madness.
"Is that it?... Uh, Mr. Chris...?
"What's up?"
"That's... the bedroom..."
"Right. That's convenient."
"What? No, but I don't have business or anything..."
Say it, and your gaze crosses.
Look at the gray eyes, the fire of lust.
"Huh?!
and a voice, with an odd voice.
Bohun, so bright red stained my body that it sounds like it.
—— Ma, Ma, wait............!!!
And, mundane. Still, let's talk about the concept of prenuptial negotiation.
Well, then, this era. Weddings and such things are still rare in regional cities, and only royal aristocrats mainly give ceremonies. Uh, this Mr. Chris, too, has an aristocratic name... maybe that feeling, commoner. I definitely don't want to give you a ceremony either... Well, you'd be happy if you could live any time soon... Like, kiss, date, preferably step…?
"Though I think I have followed the order"
"Heh!?
"We kissed, we dated, we're done proposing"
"Ah!!
That's true!? si (si;)
And, calmly, erupt.
Intentionally this one hardened by tension, he stepped out, wondering why, without getting lost, he arrived in the bedroom he was using and softly laid me down after proceeding to bed.
"Ha... eh!? No, um, pretty much... here, this, I can illuminate... ugh!!
"I'm nervous too. No problem."
"What!?
I mean, maybe, brave man.
—— no kiddo......... HI NO NO!!!
Or my face!
You have a very soft grin!! Eyes! Eyes!!! Because I'm afraid. Ahhh!
"Do you want me to hurt you" obviously on your face? Because it says it without question marks!!!
"Belle."
"Hi!!
"I want incense"
"Ha, yes, no!! In that bag over there!!
Huh, and exercising the magic of the wind —— or the use of magic like that, I didn't think there was, privately -- take out your favorite bag with each giant incense. Mr. Chris said silently, "Let it out," to give me instructions. He did the damn thing, spread his mouth, lifted it up with his hands on the tip of a greasy cylinder, and he did about 10 cm from the start with a spa something to cut it off.
"Fire"
If he uttered a word of, he turned it into ash in an instant.
From the unusual hunk of ash a muffled smoke could stand in, and there, when he was a little lost, he generally walked to the window of the room, from where he threw the ashes out.
In the meantime, I was just in my own bed, following Mr. Blurry Chris' behavior with my gaze. No heart, or Mr. Chris back from the window seemed satisfied, and if he rode up to a hard bed that wouldn't ring with weight because of the stone construction, he wore it on me, not to mention naturally.
—— Eh. No patrols or anything, surprisingly you are grand!?
Whilst, carp on slab... He was caressed loosely through the lines of his body, and his lips touched his left neck, which solidified with piscilli.
When you die of embarrassment, you mean exactly this kind of situation.
As he tied his eyes together and withstood the delicate irritation (things), whoops suddenly blew out seemed ridiculously sifted.
"Kuck, kuck, I'm too nervous. I burned incense, and I can be gentle."
"So, but...!
I'm not sedated. Even though it's a sedative incense. As always, my heart remains in confusion and shame.
Mr. Chris called gently "Bell" over here and dropped it in his ear, saying it was okay.
"Right... how did you explain it..."
I said, slightly between them, Mr. Chris in the wind that I remembered, repositioned and suddenly lifted me above my body. My head got more and more confused with the placement of riding up on a brave man who lay accidentally, I don't have it, but I'll keep it.
Try to bury your face on a man's hard chest, okay, and stroke your back. "Oh my God, this...!! What is this!!?" Can anyone praise me for the fact that I can read the air I put away screaming in my heart?
But, you know, I don't hate it. As a small expression of sweetness, I don't hate gripping his clothes with just a few free fingertips... because I like him, but I'm sure everyone, even the second time, is ashamed of something embarrassing! Well, even a silent appeal “in.”
In contrast, I listened in silence, even in the light of the flipping of the air and the seriousness of Mr. Chris' voice, which was still somewhat silent and nil.
"... when this body transformed from a mere man to a brave man... various senses became sharper beyond degrees. To the extent that it seems convenient now, it can be used… I don't think I care about the“ bravery "around it anymore. It's just... there's gonna be more ahead of us, so I'd like to talk to you first."
Um, why did you take the time here? and.
Sure, like a little early, listen to Mr. Chris beat.
"I wonder what it is when you confront someone higher than yourself. Apparently, those in the brave position, the blood in their bodies rolls"
"... Huh?
"Even if I'm stronger than I am, it's a strange exhilaration that I think I can win. Until now, it's simply convenient to measure the strength of your opponent. I just thought so... since that happened at Turris Poda, the puzzling mystery of my body that's been happening for the past few years has solved all at once."
At that time the enemy, the wrath of the tower, had a level of 120. He was an overwhelming foe. I didn't know what happened, but maybe we lost to that opponent once in that place, wiped it out.
Mr. Chris continues quietly.
Huh... wiped out...?? (...;) and the body that moved, so that I could still forgive him, then I stroked my hips and was told to "well, listen first" on my right hand.
"Luckily, we won that battle with all our strength, stopped by the guild, and set aside time… It's not like there's ever been anything similar before, but it was only then that Daughter of Mind showed no sign of Ji. I tried to chill my head a little bit and it was good until I left the city...... that would have scared you then, right?... I'm so sorry"
"Yes, no. I'm a little surprised, too... kind of rude..."
"No. That's my fault. I'm really glad I didn't have to put a finger on Bell's credit. That's unexpected luck, isn't it? After the line of incense touched near the Fetulum pit passed his head and regained his calm, he understood a lot."
That level of opening produces that much greed.
I chewed the words inadvertently zeroed, and I said, "Hmm?" but stopped.
"The hidden effect of that incense line, and what should also be called a side effect, is actually quite important… from him, I'm sure Bell hasn't heard about that area, has he?
"...? Yes, that's right. Only if it has a sedative effect... I don't know about the side effects... it's a scary story..."
"Not in some circumstances. I think it's an important action. Because it was a sex depleting effect."
"... Huh??... often because of? Decline? And what effect??
"When dealing with a strong enemy, the body of a brave man whose blood rolls, in proportion to the level difference ——— that is, increases his libido, it seems"
"Hih!?
Suddenly he was stroked up his inner leg, and Mr. Kleiss, the crunchy one, turned the story around and laid me down again, thinking it would be serial.
"So I want you to feel safe. I burned a good incense. The level of the flower spider just now was definitely over 100, but my stuffy body was lighter and I could afford to hold it."
So I think I'll hold you gently---.
For some reason, the vicious incense blows out of all of it.
—— Hmm? What? Something, a mistake?? Is that it? What??
Eat incorrectly---!?
The ensuing developments, as you can imagine.
A targeted sweet morning when I woke up on Mr. Chris' arm pillow.
I was held in my other arm, my back was warm, or something.
He flirted with his unclean fingers in a totally bright room, and because of the beauty of the target, his disloyalty was amazing...?
... but, well, sure, I was, like, sweet, maybe.
and.
I think I was here too... my husband was a big ski, a new wife thought circuit.