Instant Messiah

"What are you doing, Nine?"

"Ooh... ooh..."

It is a word of Mr. Gallon to the hallway in the castle for the night, where he was rolling around with his tibia contained.

Shortly after I left Mr. Puria's room, Elle, who looked amazing, kicked me up to the Ben Kyung cry.

It is honestly up to me to say what I will do. That kid is still horrible.

Even with that on, I remember when I was reunited with Chris.

I was kicked up in the jaw then. He is a totally ill-fated sister.

I was kicked in the face, in the legs, so I only leave the body behind.

We fought. Body virgins must be protected.

"I don't know... I'm not squatting forever at the place. Follow me. I need to talk to you."

"And you're not worried about me. I love you too..."

"... Fine! Get the fuck over here!

... My tail is moving. The ears above my head are also bright red.

Mr. Gallon is so cute.

- I hiccup after Mr. Gallon and go (my tail was still in acrobatic motion, so I was also stroked in the face several times with this. I feel happy) and oh well, isn't this the dungeon where my bedroom is?

It's more convenient because I was originally going to go to bed already, but what the hell kind of heart is that?

You two, go into my room where Wilson will pick you up.

At that time, Mr. Gallon looked disgusted and lifted Wilson, pointing that face to the wall.

I'm sorry, Wilson. Because I love you, don't I?

Apologizing in his heart to Wilson, who was creating a humble atmosphere, Mr. Gallon cut his mouth.

"... hey. You have something to say to me."

I can't even serve tea. I sit in my room alone.

...... Mr. Gallon. Something like that, on the tube top, black spats and shorts with short lengths above them, they look great on me.

It suits you, but you know, it's easier to see gaps than usual, or you call it a relaxed feeling.

No, you can't help but see it, can you? But...

Hey, that, you know, somewhere else, seems a little shaped...

I don't know, yeah, I don't think so...

"Hey, what's up?"

"Yes, no, whatever."

Although studying with her is no longer the earliest every day because I have acquired some knowledge.

It's still happening in her room... it would be very appreciated if you could teach her common sense in Agusta.

... Mr. Gallon has been getting more skinships lately, even though it's not as good as his first class after returning from Tiamaria.

Of course, she just tells me to pale and often leaves her room as it is.

But even though it's usually standard style to face each other at the desk, sometimes she puts me on a walk-around.

And vice versa.

Only once, he used to give me knee pillows.

At that time, I was embarrassed by the boulder at first, and when I looked up, the rich Po Bin Po would be in sight, so I was facing the opposite side of her body, but I wondered if she thought gently, slowly, and hurt me with her own nails, and Mr. Gallon was there to stroke my head with fear.

It was perfectly natural for her hand to make me have some kind of emotion. Unexpectedly, I turned that way to see if it was good.

She didn't respond and just kept stroking me.

Flipping my body was completely irresistible.

Whatever I felt at that time was not vivid enough to describe inferiority in words, but let me bury my face in her wastelessly forged, still soft lower abdomen.

Relieved, it smelled gentle. They smell like rot. It's very different from me.

Pictured on the edge of her eyes just before she buried her face in her stomach... she was pretending to be faceless, but I didn't miss and still haven't forgotten that her eyes were just a little moist.

"I'm coming to the toilet soon," he said, although he got away.

... the heartbreak that is on her is probably...

"... how many flickers are you looking at, sukihei bastard?"

That said, one hand in front of the knee to correct the dwelling a little, but the angle is kept intact from this one as it is visible.

But I don't have the guts to look at it when a boulder tells me so much.

If I were Mr. Puria, I might see it.

... Time to take the story to the main point.

"... Mother, I need to talk to you"

As he stretched his spine slightly and cut it out, the eyes of the werewolf girl in front of him swung slightly.

"Whoa, say it"

I'll be in Reel Marr in a week.

"... oh. Aroma told me."

"Looks like a pretty dangerous job. Maybe better than Tiamaria in the meantime."

"I guess."

She has put her arms together, squeaked her chin, and encouraged her to continue.

"The Demon King says it's a job I can do because I'm a human being."

"... oh"

"Alice is taught a certain amount of understanding."

…………

"Eva will come with me, and I've managed to be safe..."

"... that's enough. Just shut up."

Mr. Gallon retained me, especially when I was not stopped about my work, and when I first had a hard time talking about my current situation.

I align my gaze, which has gradually fallen back towards the base of her leg again, with hers.

It was staring at me.

"Things around there are already in my ear. You don't have to say anything extra."

... I wonder if it bothered me to name the other girl.

This guy has a strong tendency to do this, doesn't he?

"Think and say what I want to hear with your head. Then I can go back to my room in peace."

... Hihi, I guess Mr. Gallon also means, hehe, woman.

Yeah, well, some kind of, you know, nobody's so girly.

Lovely. Awesome. Lovely. Super cute. No, I think I can do it.

I love you, Gallon. Mother. You're a pretty woman.

... I know. I've stopped scorching. I want to see you look cuter, too.

Give me a good look, will you?

I opened my mouth. Just for her sake, squeeze the words.

I'm sure that, no, I know that will definitely please her, and I can still speak without hesitation, I would definitely be the most dishonest man in the world right now at this moment.

"I will definitely come back alive. I'll be back for you."

"........................... eheheheheheheheheheh"

... hey.

Eh, heh!

Tamane! I want to eat it!

I didn't say it was just for you.

I can't tell you... but I really care about you and me.

You, I really love you.

I got a good 'mother', like me.

"... well, look at that. This is where I am, because my mother told me that before, so I'll be right back. This is the only place I'm going home."

Is it because these days have been intense here, not so long ago, but it was before I left for Tiamaria that I feel nostalgic.

Mr. Gallon told me.

I thought my place might be in this Agusta.

If you want to read it in depth, Mr. Gallon will be my place to go.

... If you can give me a hug, it must be heaven.

Hey, Mom.

- Even myself, you must be aware that a slightly embarrassing voice has leaked.

Cohon, and coughed to re-compartmentalize, and then she spoke out.

"... hey, turn around a little bit"

"Yes? Well, fine. Because I can't get you back to your room yet?

"Fine."

I don't know, but I have no choice but to turn to the wall for each body as I was told.

As I held Wilson up full of loneliness and stroked the top of his head, I could turn around now, he called out.

I am the untruthless one, but I swear to God, I will be honest.

I had no expectation of this at this time. [M]

She was soaked in her upper body.

"Hey, hey, hey! Hoaah!

"Don't make a scene. What if someone sounds like it!

Mr. Gallon dives into his voice and says something like that, but even this one is confused.

Why are you suddenly taking it off?

Though Mr. Puria would be enough for a crazy woman!

You, no, you, I didn't think so, but now I know for sure!

You're not wearing anything under the spats!

What are you thinking?

Not just Mr. Puria, but maybe the Demons are all crazy women?

I'm glad to hear it!

There was only a little confusion.

If a munchkin's prick is in front of you, anyone with no experience will.

Besides, it's not just a munchkin there, it's a prep that surpasses the level of juxtaposition.

"Be quiet for now! If they see me like this, I'm fucked!

"Then why are you taking it off? Hey, why are you taking it off! Explain it to me!

"Come on, that way of talking! It feels good!

Enough, just saying.

I don't need the earliest words, Mr. Gallon just held my head.

What I feel on my cheeks is a soft, warm feeling.

And reaching to her waist, a blushing redhead resembling her personality stroked her nose tip, fluttering.

As usual, it smelled gentle.

And, there is something about it (the contents of this work are healthy for teenagers under the age of 18. Rest assured).

... finished the end of the day.

At the parting, she was holding onto that rich double hill with both hands as she put her arms together to hide her breasts.

but I was moving my hands around calmly, probably because I tasted a touch I'd never normally felt.

... If my eyes weren't for the pit, I think it was probably a movement where my fingertips touched the apex area.

I was me, and I felt strangely lonely even though I wasn't hungry.

What's more, it's something that contained one of the most honorable things in the world until earlier, so if it's gone, it'll be like that, what's more?

... Though I don't think I'm young enough to shake my own fingers.

I have heard that the only thing that makes me want to touch my mouth is the exposure of toddlerhood.

... Mother, huh?

Wow. Reminded me of something I don't care about.

My body virgin was taken from me by Mr. Gallon the first time he kicked me into this room.

I really don't care.