Instant Messiah

- And the scene goes back to the castle in Diabolo.

Nine was in a great hurry.

Hey, hey.

Hey, you're royal! Do you think the sleeping roll stayed put like that? I don't think so. In other words, this is her own computational act.

What do you want me to do with the strip over the thin silk? [M]

Again and again, I have no preference for girls. [M]

- Shizuru.

Deliberately, the rubbing sound of the cloth reaching your ear. The silhouette of Elle, with her arms stretched out and her cardigan falling off her shoulder, was in my sight without distraction.

Its contour, not my shadow, but her very act, kept moving smoothly.

Did you untie or remove the strings after the movement down the chest in order from the top? Harari, and another one. Oh, wouldn't that make you underwear if you took that off? Nothing. I wasn't looking closely at the clothes Elle was wearing. Aren't you the only one wearing skin underneath it anymore?

... My prediction was correct. Until then, as if to invite a man, the movement had changed dramatically, slowly, but at a rate that did not evoke fatigue.

I dared to cross my hands, beneath my stomach...... I wondered if it accompanied the last one, and it went up in momentum.

As if to remove the acne lid, no, she took off the last thin cloth as if the chrysalis were to abandon its loose shell when it turned into a butterfly, and she dew the line of her body untrained.

... I'm not a girlie. There isn't.

It is not for a girl like this, but for a princess like you to go. Nothing, Mazo, no, not just demons or humans.

- Shh.

Can you hear me or not? A thin, long shadow emerges from the bottom, along with such a slight sound.

It's Elle's, legs, sitting on the bed with her side down.

One...... the nearer left leg from here is bent just with his heel on his butt, his knee pointy is blocked by a slightly shaky ceiling, blurring its abyss.

The other was perfectly stretched out to say even if it was trying to tear heaven with its toenails, filled with such fascinating and debaucherous mysteries that if you were a man, no matter if you were a woman, you would want it to come to your mouth.

... No, look. You think it's time to stop, don't you? I'm worried about Elle's future if she stays like this, or Chris is going to be mad if I leave this alone.

And let's stop. Stop. Me. Speak up, please don't make fun of me anymore...!

But my mouth doesn't move, my throat just swallows spit.

Elle's hand finally reaches down to her lower body, her skirt... and further down.

Pick up the garter belt string slightly and gently release.

Pattin and the sound that sounds like you can hear or not hear again.

She repeats it twice and three times.

And slowly I crawl those fingers into my socks, and when I do, I make them take off.

It seems to open it up leaving a thin, but definite, fleshy feeling of flesh, right in front of you, over a piece of cloth.

The abyss of luxurious lace, the slightly protruding soft, meat of the thighs that were only slightly oppressed there.

Meat. Never luxurious, it's packed with charm itself, I'm sure it's sweet if you lick it, but it's aromatic if you lick it.

The thin cloth coming from the bed's canopy, which I didn't rely on at all the other day when Elle was about to kill me, was now there as an absolute barrier. Don't let it look like a pivotal part while stirring up inferior delusions. Terrible when made enemies, useless if on your side. He doesn't like me at all.

... Is it good in Loricon already?

In front of my eyes, who began to have such a certain kind of give up, she finally laid her hands on the skirt covering around its waist......

…………

Time passed when I became very pregnant with color, and I gained one enlightenment.

I can't delude you anymore. I couldn't keep my eyes open until the end. I guess there's no mistake. Just the nines.

I was a Loricon.

As I come and go with depression and excitement, I accidentally hit a grudge on Elle, who became the culprit who opened the door that should not be opened.

"It's terrible, Elle, confuse me... do you even think this is punishment..."

I want to be a shellfish already for everything. Don't mention it, I'd love to have it with Kupaku.

If you have such a sexuality, it would have been better for you not to be born.

"It's not punishment. I was going to reward you. Because I was really happy with what I said earlier."

"Yes?

"I heard your lords like this, but you're not?

"It must be. Love it...... no, no, oh, already!

What the hell, the demons here!

How lacking in shame!

"Well, if you're interested in me, it's a success."

That said, I'm going to turn a healthy smile to this side, opposite to the tone I just had.

I knew you wouldn't be alarmed, kid. Not yet. It's too fast to switch, so I'm scared.

I accidentally raised my hands, came, and declared defeat.

Oh, shit.

This is what got me.

- Nine left the room after Selfie came back and spent a lot of public talk with no benefits.

Elektra thinks against Nine for the pitiful look on her face.

... I knew it.

Nine, you were a scary person. Just as I see it.

You lied. You have forgiven me.

Just on the tip of my mouth, he forgave me.

How deep is your heart?

How much do you hate us?

But someday?

Because as much as I forget that hatred, I will obsess you with me.

'Cause, Nine. You forgot again. No, I'm unconscious.

You are.

It's my toy, isn't it?

Because I'll tell you that it's worth it, Chan, only if you dance as I like.

"Hey, Selfie?

…………

"Did your sister say anything to you?

……

"... hehe. I knew it."

- At the exact same time, Nine was thinking about Electra.

But what this man is thinking is not about the charm of a girl already.

How to cook Elektra's contents.

Towards that, I was beginning to spin my thoughts.

... Hey, Elle.

What made you bluish your face earlier?

Because you remind me of my fear of humans?

Or... no way, considering me?

……

Either way, that's fine.

Hopefully. Hey, Elle. As far as I'm concerned.

I wonder if the former would be happier.

'Cause that's better.

It'll be easy.

――――――――――

You can't possibly boil an escape plan while Mr. Selfie is here.

Elle told me that I should be free today, so as I walked in the castle distracted, I heard a pleasant sound in my ears from somewhere.

It is a familiar voice. But it was the voice of the other guy who didn't think it was time to face each other yet.

So I guess if it's true, I should have returned my heels, but I was accidentally invited to my feet by that elegant sound, which is too different from my usual language.

Walk gently through the stone floors so that there is no sound, and you will go out into the courtyard.

These spaces, which are built in several places in the castle, can be freely used when there are no jobs, not to mention the castle-working Demons. In the corner of her first step, Mr. Puria was singing in front of the harpies surrounding her.

I thought it was a familiar voice, but that's not all.

I knew the song well, too. What she was singing was a hymn.

In Saliah, a song that glorifies God.

I get goosebumps on my spine by accident.

Does this mean you've witnessed the middle of treachery against Chris and the others?

"... ah"

Does that voice belong to me or to one of them?

They gaze at me in unison when I saw an unexpected sight and made a noise.

"... human or"

Someone said it was pompous and the tension ran for a moment, but if Mr. Puria spoke a word or two to them, the air would relax as soon as possible.

"What, you're not a deserter from a treat room?"

"Don't freak me out!

That's what I'm saying, I'm laughing a lot.

They laughing without giving in, and if Mr. Puria hadn't said a word, that would have scratched my neck a few moments later.

Those girls, they're laughing.

"Sorry, guys, but that's it for today."

"Eh!"

And his voice rose simultaneously, but, please, if Mr. Puria worshipped with wings together, he disbanded three times: Shh, shh. As we fly, everyone turns an interesting gaze here.

From them flying away with Bassa Bassa, their wings flash down in the sun.

That was very fantastic and a beautiful sight.

They are amazingly innocent, honest and cruel, so maybe they can unconsciously create such a gentle sight.

Without knowing the impression I had, they laughed the same way, winged away.

Human destiny… the laughter turns away, not caring about the incompetence that cannot be lived without being stuck on the ground.

"Nine."

Only one person left Mr. Puria's voice on the spot blows away my jealous thoughts.

She leaned her neck in front of me, unable to fly, with two legs on the ground.

"... okay, it's for me."

"For our sake or when we don't care."

... a good woman. I honestly think so.

I don't know as much about demons as I know how to set up someone like this.

"Lately, you've been walking into His Highness Electra's place? I heard rumors about the wind."

……

She was a woman coming in a direct ball. I forgot about it, so I was unnecessarily silent. [M]

"Don't be shy, do it with a thin heart. I can't believe you didn't feed the fish you caught. I told you before."

……

You were right.

I left her alone at my convenience. I had my own priorities and acted on them.

I couldn't afford any more time, so I despised her feelings. And I'm not particularly guilty about how it worked that way.

But at her convenience, she has a right to criticize me.

... Honestly. She is one of the cheapest opponents for me. There are few people in my life who can have more casual conversations.

I want her to curse at me like that.

I'm sure, very much so.

Even if she is a demon.

No, because she's a demon. This sentiment must not be a mistake because it is my beloved object.

"... we're like a clown or something. There's gonna be rumors about Captain Gallon and you, too, right? Congratulations on your engagement?

"Huh?"

"We're fast on information. Unless you're ordered up there, of course."

... Well, I used a lot of connections to investigate this matter. Alice netted it, too.

Puria didn't leak such an inner voice.

"Earlier..."

"Hmm?"

"Hymn...... that"

"Oh, that? What's wrong with that one?

At this moment, this moment. Nine, unconscious, was in a kind of crisis.

At this time, Puria Harp was getting ready.

In the end, what Nine noticed about it was not once in her life.

However, she asked what was wrong with her expressionless thoughts, which could be described as a certain sadness.

In contrast.

Because there was no opening of petition to Puria, Nine, who said something she was concerned about simply as a topic she could talk about now, uttered honest words, without a multiplication, without thinking enough to be able to say it was unusual.

"It was nice. Very."

"... Oh, yeah"

And the two of them will be silent.

Nine, to Puria's paler reaction, did not carry on the words.

Puria was relieved by the worst anticipation and the opposite pole answer.

... Puria Harp was already ready. It is self-contradiction itself, ready, because she still had selfish thoughts in her while cutting into all those gallons in Vermillion territory.

against ending it all by how this man handled himself who wouldn't have given me the best thought.

Choosing to maintain a distorted relationship with the gallon, choosing to keep the aroma afloat, and possibly, just like them against themselves… against ending the relationship with this man who would be finding value for use.

It's bad for Alice, who made the alliance, but she said she'd run first.

I was just coming up with the sacrifice of myself and Nine to complete the hell this man is trying to create.

This land, led by Cristella… was Setouchi whether to protect Agusta, where his compatriots lived, and to take a short-circuited, but surely satisfying, way to satisfy his emotions.

If Nine. Just in case, Nine.

If you were going to report yourself as a traitor to Aroma or Cristella, who was singing a Salian hymn, you were killing me.

I've been trying to threaten the story, but I was killing it.

I thought of Puria as a spy on the human side, and when I collaborated with myself and suggested to the human side that Ara (also) Roku, I was killing him. I was just kidding, trying to cloud my tea, but I was killing it.

And I thought it was probably the most likely option from his personality... that Nine kept silent and probably killed him.

There were other possibilities I had in mind to kill.

The knife to give back, no kicking nails or whatever, I was even thinking of going after it anyway.

It may be something we can say in common with the Demons, but among other things, the Shytern woman is smart, has a bad mouth, has a short temper... and is thick in love.

I spoke without thought, but therefore, and because it was true, Nine was spared death.

If the Demons kill him, he will not be able to live again.

Puria knows nothing, but Nine, whose immortality is suspected by the Apostle, will undoubtedly turn into a corpse if she kills him.

Because it was a contract like that.

Not knowing that, Nine rubs his body uncomfortably against Puria's decadence, which he should be chatting about on a daily basis, and opens his mouth unbearably.

"Sa, it's cold, it's time for you to excuse me. See you tomorrow."

That being said, I left the scene while feeling a strange hue for Puria in her wet eyes.

And this clever and pathetic harpy...... Puria Harp became more and more inclined to be a stray man on the back of a cat, even though she felt herself thin about making irrevocable mistakes.

My fellow countrymen, who knew nothing, were asked to continue to appreciate the virtues of the hymns of the enemy countries.

... I don't know Nine.

A human song he was listening to in the land of Tiamaria, unconscious but comfortable. That Puria, who saw how Nine was like that, also remembered the song with a good sense of sound at birth.

Against him, who was stuck in the land every night, one day.

Sometimes I was desperately practicing healthy trying to make that sleep a little more peaceful for you to sing as a lullaby.

A false niner will never know.