"... good morning"
When I woke up, I saw Ayako, who was supposed to be sleeping next door, tapping her pajamas in one corner of the bed.
It should be noted that those are the pajamas I was supposed to wear last night.
So what are you dressed like right now? and lowered his gaze, it was an effortless coordination of white cutouts and beige chino bread.
... Somehow I was concerned and removed my belt, my pants had been replaced with something new.
He apparently finished dressing me while I was asleep.
"Sorry. Always."
"... because it's what I like and do"
"Sounds like it. Ayako likes to dress me like a doll."
……
Ayako shyly turns away.
Because he "played" with my body when he got dressed, and his chest plate is all over the kiss mark.
If you want to mole my skin, you need to bother using a debuff to lower your defense, but I'm not sure the psychology you want to mark that far.
What the hell are you wary of when I'm such a third-rate talent everywhere and I don't have any traits that seem to characterize her besides having double digits?
"Don't worry, I'm Ayako."
Absolutely lying, isn't it?
I can turn my gaze toward something terrific.
I was overwhelmed by this glance many times once, but I can do something about it if I say I like it while pushing it down and rubbing it in my milk anyway... it's cute.
When I took Ayako to the bathroom, she sat on her lap and sucked on her lips.
Then I washed my face, brushed my teeth and moved to the living room.
It is the beginning of an unparalleled, boring morning.
So far, only normal things have happened, it's such a pastoral morning that I don't like it.
"Oh, it's western today."
Breakfast is already lined up at the table, giving off a fragrant smell.
Freshly baked toast with semi-ripe eyeballs and a salad with bacon. The dressing has various bottles so that you can choose the flavor you like, but it doesn't make much sense because all the flavors will be in your mouth anyway.
Because our breakfast will be served by the ladies by mouth, so nature and dressing will also taste more than one.
Angelica puts a caesar dressing on her salad and gives it a mouthfeel.
Japanese-style dressists are Rio.
Ayako is the Chinese style.
The Italian is Filia.
Salt lemon is Erin.
As a result, all the dressings placed on the table would be thrown into my mouth, and my favorite is a salad that simply shook salt pepper and vinegar... what an opinion that was ignored.
Oh, boy.
Harlem is hard because of this.
Shinano is the same salt and pepper type as me, and it would be very helpful if you could mouth it.
……
It's weird how they feed you every morning with a mouse to mouse in the first place, huh? And for a moment I thought, it's not a situation where I can claim more general theory now, and I just have to give up.
When I get to my seat, Angelica sits on her lap just waiting, Rio and Ayako pinch her left and right, and Phyllia finally wakes up from behind. To finish, Erin dives under the table and buries her face in my groin.
"I'll take it."
I take the fork and stick a bush in the mini tomato.
Throwing it in my mouth, Rio has included the dressing in my mouth and kissed me deeper. I guess I'm going to season it.
On JK's tongue, the feeling of trout and salty liquid flowing, I have to say, "rape against the brain".
I'm being rehabilitated right now. I feel a tingle of judgment melting away.
"No more. Mr. Neutral doesn't have to bite himself"
Rio inflates his cheeks with puffiness. Maybe this is a cute trick.
I'm not sure what I'm thinking right now, but I'm pretty girl for sure.
"That's right. It's my daughter's duty to chew on her father's behalf. Your father just takes the rice we chewed by mouth."
And it's Angelica who makes a filial daughter statement.
No, I don't have to wonder if this is okay with a filial daughter or, conversely, if she's taking away her father's dignity, but they all smell good, they're soft, and I don't care about everything. No, my head is blurry.
"What's this?"
and then.
On the other side of the table, Baki, something broke.
If you look at it, Makona-chan is shaking her shoulder with a pull in one hand with a broken chopstick.
……
What...?
Why is that kid mad...?
Oh, you mean that.
"Don't you want Makoto to talk to you?
"Uh. I'm not a hobby with women or anything."
To Rio, pointing his lips out all the more, he said, "Can't you hear my dad?" and preach.
"You're my daughters while you're in this house. Then you'd be like sisters, wouldn't you? We have to get along."
"So..."
"These days, it's obvious that we're all going to take a bath and we're all going to wash up and kiss each other. What don't you like?
"Because you're new to that kid. I'm still someone else in the mood."
"... Mm. Or so it is."
Both Rio and Angelica were in trouble in the beginning, but while you and I were working together to serve me, breathe in.
What we still need are years and skinships?
Around tonight, Shinako should probably make her debut as my dirt rind, too.
Then we should be able to crack it down a little.
I no longer know who it belongs to. Assemble the schedule in my head as I rub my chest.
I have work to do today, so I can't blah blah blah blah blah blah blah, but let's just say I explore the city whenever possible.
The otherworlds leveling the Japanese - this is the top priority. I'll look into him as much as I can, and when I'm done, I'll let Makoto take a bath with everyone. Of course I'm in. It would be a situation where a young woman dives into a woman's gap rather than taking a bath anymore because she bathes in a tub filled with young women.
Is this really body washable? Girls sweat on their bodies as much as bubbles, but are you okay? and anxious bathing. That's my routine.
She's been generating high body odor for women because of it, and these days walking around town is creepy enough to say, "I smell that old man JK..."
To neutralize the JK odor, I just want Philia to do her best. For what it smells like a grown woman, it's legal.