Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

"That was subtle..."

I thought this thought was perfect and the jade pocket was a triumph of the white group...... I thought it would be.

"... they were making points while Yashiro was talking"

"And then the kids... I was trying... and it turned out quite unfortunately"

Our jamming succeeded.

but before that, the Blue and Huang groups had balls there in their baskets.

And the white group of kids were doing their best... but it wasn't accompanied by results.

As a result, the winner is forty-two in the red group. Then forty of the white set. Thirty-nine blue pairs. Thirty-seven of the yellow group.

What a delicate result, with five top and bottom differences.

Besides, this competition, at the planning stage, says, "If we had twenty minutes, we'd be in about two hundred, wouldn't we? It was air like," I mean, Estella said that, so it was supposed to be one point per ball.

That's all I'm trying to do for 40 points................... plain.

The red-white VS blue-yellow shootdown match said it was a huge boost... what a plain result.

In the end, the disparity in the first footrace sounded plain, and the white group could not reverse it.

Currently the bottom line.

"But the discrepancy has narrowed considerably."

Look at the scoring board, Ginette says in a sneer.

Currently, the blue group has 770 points, the yellow group has 718 points, the white group has 550 points and the red group has 616 points.

The difference from the blue group, which also had the first 254 points, is currently 220 points.

...... yeah. Subtle.

"If you don't get more tempered in the afternoon, it might be difficult to reverse it"

"Huh. There's still one left in the morning section, isn't there?

Ginette is right, there is one more morning competition left.

Remaining... that's not a competition to compete for scores.

"Ginette. What was that last competition that morning?

"This is the bread-eating race you're all looking forward to."

That's right. It's a bakery race.

The bread race is... a competition to indulge in shaky milk!

I don't care about rank or anything!

You just have to rock it as long as you can, grandiose, vertically horizontally and sometimes diagonally, fully!

I'd rather not have to score a goal or anything!

... but when I say that publicly, the other girls, including Ginette, will strengthen their boob guards......

"A bread-eating race is like a bread unveiling. I want to increase the proportion of people who enjoy it rather than compete."

"Right."

Shortly after I said it, Ginette laughs when she dulls.

"I'm sure you guys forgot to run too tasty"

I say that happily.

I guess Ginette feels a little good at knowing what new bread tastes like.

This guy loves surprises that he knows stuff about.

It exposes a truly innocent exciting face.

"But I'm sorry."

And Ginette says with a loose face that can't hold the grin in.

"I can't tell you that wonderful scent of baking."

Everyone was impressed by the smell of bread.

Of course you want to say that you enjoyed the flavor and texture, as well as that fragrance.

Nevertheless, you can't just bake it on the ground.

"The baker's guild will start practicing the bread we're revealing today as early as tomorrow."

Our recipe was successfully accepted and it was decided to make new bread.

Thanks to Bertina's hard work, it was also decided that it would be brazenly manufactured distinguishing between noble and general use.

The baker's guild will start practicing simultaneously and will be sold as soon as church approval is granted.

"If you go to the bakery, from now on, you can smell that scent as much as you want. And then it won't be too late."

"Right....... Ugh. What if it's a tourist attraction?

Is that a tour where you smell baked bread? Who's going, such a shitty trip?

"What about a date meeting or something? You'll feel happy waiting."

"No, no, no. You're going straight to dinner."

They smelled the bread all the time while I was waiting, I couldn't help but be hungry.

Ginette herself is dying to smell that scent again, and her little nose is swollen to perfection as she talks with pleasure.

And out of sight of me, staring into the air with nothing, shaking my shoulders.

I wonder what you're imagining. That sounds like fun to me.

"'Already. Did you stumble on it?' 'Hey, I'm sorry.' Cause it smelled so good '... dull."

Apparently, he's having a date rendezvous in his brain.

Even though there are no dolls, they do things like play with dolls. Speaking of Ginette, I think I tend to dream.

I wonder what you're doing.

"Mr. Yashiro, are you hungry?

"Hmm? Well, somewhat. But when the next competition is over, it's lunch. We can wait till then."

I returned the question from Ginette, who accidentally threw it back to me.

"... to?

"Hmm...?

Ginette is staring at me with all her eyes.

It doesn't move like a still image, and my face is dyed red all the time.

"Ha!? Oh, no, that! I didn't say that to Mr. Yashiro right now, but, um.......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Stay tuned for lunch!

He abandoned me and left me at full speed as Ginette.

... That guy, no way. You didn't ask me in the brain, did you?

Meet me in front of the bakery, Ginette's brain-set, and I couldn't stand the smell.

"Can I have some bread and have dinner after this?".

What do you mean?

So I'm the one who was dealing with Ginette's brain date?

Ha ha, it's totally Ginette............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

He talks to me in his brain in front of me... because when nature goes too far, it becomes the murder weapon.... Damn.

"My knight!

As I watched Rebecca pop up in front of me looking at the service of cleaning up the jade pockets to calm my messy thoughts.

Ears, pi! Nose, puff! No milk, tension!

They came to brag about something with Doya's face.

"Didn't you look at it? I put four balls in it!

Mm-hmm... no big deal.

"That's a tenth."

"Jumbunoi?

"One in ten balls in it means Rebecca's balls."

"Hmm, one in ten means there are twenty of them all... half of them were put in by the eagles!? Wow, you're amazing!

"No!?

How incalculable can you be!?

Is this the top thing to do, Koji Factory?!?

"If my eternal rival Magda had joined us, he would have earned a few more points."

"Right. If Magda had joined us, she'd have earned ten times as many points as she did now."

Instead, the Blue Group would have earned twenty times as much as they do now.

Magda was an essential part of the defense.

"Anyway, you did your best!

"Oh, you've put the kids together so well."

Somehow, the cute squad is showing cohesion around Rebecca.

Does the unit in the team feel a little special after all?

The red sisters were jealous.

"Bye, my knight. You can't just stroke me!

"... what?

"If you work hard, you can stroke me, right? Come on, stroke it."

Where's the rule, that?

I'll have tenosynovitis if I stroke all the hard guys around.

"Come on, stroke it!

"Give Fillman a stroke, for his own fiancée."

"Shit, Shinnya...... such a shameful thing, you can't just start dating!

Don't let that disgraceful thing happen to another man.

I'm not ashamed of you.

"My knight is a special frame! That's why it's okay! You said my eternal rival Magda used to be stroked too! Cheats!

It's Magda again... how envious I am of Magda, and always this guy... and Magda. What are you babbling about, you?

"Rebecca, you can't!

Sophie rushes to stop Rebecca from stuffing me.

Embrace Rebecca's body and turn your back on this one to hide with my body.

"When you say that, you don't know where you can stroke it!

"No, you'll see. Split up!

"Saya. If I stroke it, it's up to my ass. See?"

"You don't sprang up and come out at the perfect time!

"Mr. Yashiro... who is you..."

"You guys are going to be a little undetectable about something other than me!? If you are sick, you should see him properly!? Unfortunately, there's only one pervert in the 42nd arrondissement who can do medical work!

"With myself, with us..."

"Don't let me in!

"Mr. Yashiro..."

"Sophie, aren't you a jerk to rub some responsibility on me anymore!?

This combination is not good!

Everything is creating a bad synergy!

Go home already! Especially the perverted white bloomer there!

"... 'perverted white bloomer' is an amazing word for accelerating moments in boys middle and high school!?

"Mr. Yashiro..."

"Yeah, damn it! Sometimes it's hard to argue because the pointer shoots a target!

"The rust that came out of me, I deserved it."

I knew this combination wouldn't work!

It's like watermelon and tempura.

Eating with me breaks my stomach. They don't eat well together.

"Rebecca, I'm gonna stroke you, so get your sister back in the backup seat."

"And you can't have an ass! How much my knight won't let you stroke him!

"Who said I would stroke your ass!?

"Mr. Yashiro..."

"Have you forgotten any other words, Sophie!?

Are you about to break?

I just repeat the words.

............... Damn, Redio doesn't repeat the same word! Wrong place to use it!

"Look, just get your head out."

"Look, my ears, no... so what?

"If I touch my ear... Destroy Shimus"

"Wow, that's a noisy word if you think I haven't spoken a different word in a long time"

"'The ears are' all the time, no matter where you stroke them if you do anything but the ears!

"You were still there? Go home to your own backup or ambulance tent as soon as you can, and say," Oh, my God! Don't look like 'thumbs up. Come on. "

"Mr. Yashiro..."

"You're back, Sophie!?

Let's just stroke Rebecca's head and break it up.

That's right, before I decide to, another pair of nasty people show up.

"Come on, I promise you, Master Kometsuki."

"We worked very hard and contributed a great deal!

Ines & Deborah...... When did you guys miss me that much?

That's funny... I feel like they were looking at Musikela until just a few hours ago... I can't compare which one was better though.

"As promised -"

"- Let me stroke you"

The foreman opens his hands in front of his chest and makes his fingers snap all over the place.

I'm scared of my face.

"Hey, yourself...... those two, are you willing to stroke your own dick around?

"No!

"Shit, that D-cup said 'I'll have it' better. Yay!

"Why are you being 'here = an asshole' in you!?

"Butt is what I love, I don't want an ass?

"'Yan? It's not! There's probably no one in this world who can empathize with that throw!

You know how to use your ass and butt!

"Hey, Sarge Hanra from other districts. Which one of us wants to stroke your head or your dick?

"" ……………………………………, head "

You bothered!?

You had a long time of unexpected silence. Salesmen of other districts!?

"Awkward" thoughts worked for a moment? Because it's the other way around!?

So you're worried because it's a healthy boy position like me!

"Come on, let me stroke you"

"I thought you promised. Let him stroke his head or his butt!

"I didn't say butt!

I'd be suspicious if you asked me if I had promised to let you stroke my head!

"Yourself. You can't stroke around a man until you get back to your position."

"Why did you bother clouding!? Head, head! It's a part of it that doesn't have any dirty elements!

"My knight! You're gonna stroke me too!

"Didn't you want to be stroked!?

"After all, I'm starting to feel like it's not a good idea for a prenup girl to be touched by another man!

"Is it okay to touch it from you!?

"Mr. Yashiro. I just got a fresh onion from Marsha earlier, too, so I'll give it a stroke, right?

"Because I'm gonna be all scratched up!? Because it's torture to stroke me with a cow!? You're so scared of a good smile the other way around, Sophie!

Though I've managed to resist something like that, me being held captive by the foreman Z&Rebecca and dragged to the White Group position.... Is the hand of salvation unreachable to a weak man?

I don't think there was a god or anything.

"Bye."

"No."

Put your arms around me and Ines and Deborah put their hands on my head at the same time.

Thin fingers slip between my hair and my spine tingles.

"Ko... this is... eh!

Inez looked at both eyes and said, "Wow! ♪ And look open and speed up the hand stroking my hair ♪

"It's a stretchy hair that looked like it wasn't taken care of at all, but when I touch it, it's so moist and slippery, it's firm and yet fluffy and soft with every single piece of hair! I've never felt so comfortable with my fingertips as they are cohesive and yet not sticky and smooth on my finger streets just don't make me feel heavy!

Are you Loretta!?

What gourmet comics are you talking about?

Even gourmet comics don't mention the comfort of touching your hair this far!

"It seems to unwind between my fingers... like a breeze shaking the grasshoppers of the plateau..."

Deborah is Deborah, and he's brought up some sort of sommelier metaphor!

It's a big deal.

For once, I take care of my hair so it doesn't get hurt.

"Muho! This sure feels good! My knight's head is fluffy!

"This warmth... it's similar to the horse's butt pulling the Merchant Alliance's luggage"

You're not comparing people's heads to horse asses, Sophie.

Why are you even stroking me?

"Myself... hey, hairy! Yikes!"

"Shut up. You're a heartbeat."

Eliminate the perverted white bloomers that are somehow mixed up in the white group with their feet.

"Oh, kick or something, no hide!?" or something, "but this is enough to deal with you.

"Come on, that's enough."

"No, a little more"

"Again"

Driving away the rabbit sisters clutching to his head, the foreman's came around again.

Normally, it feels like my hair is scratched rather than stroked anymore.

"Ahhh! May I too!?

A very familiar voice flies from beyond the Chief Supplier's.

... What are you talking about, Ginette?

"Go ahead."

What are you permitting me to do, Ines?

What, yours? Is it yours, my head?

"... then Magda will also take a ride"

"I'm riding, on this wave!

And, even with a plausible face, Magda and Loretta show up from behind Ginette and surround me.

"haha......, it's soft"

"... Sara"

"Brother, are you taking care of something? I want you to tell me the secret to this shiny hair."

It's from around Rebecca, but for some reason I'm crouched to make it easy to stroke.

Together with the Yang Deception Pavilion that surrounds me like that and strokes the head of a freelancer.

... Damn, but why Loretta in front of me? Ginette, come forward! Then at least a boob will come at the height of your gaze! Bubba and I are coming!

"You're a C-cup and you don't shake like that... isn't your bra too tight?

"Huh!? Where are you looking, brother!?

"I guess you've been offering it to me. With a nori like" All You Can See Now ""

"You don't have that kind of nori!? Magda, hey, it's packed that way!

That way, in the feathers that are stroked around my head forming a triangle that has no one in front of me, no shame.... what is this. Torture?

"Okay, so are we"

"One more stroke."

"You're gonna stroke me again, too!

"So, with Rebecca's escort, so am I."

The Rabbit Sisters reach for my head again following the Sarge's.

Then, he wrestled me around and stroked my hair around.

Am I a guinea pig in a fuzzy animal corner!?

You'll be too comfortable touching it, you guys!

I mean, we're gaining a little momentum because of the crowd!

Don't compete in stroking times!

Because you don't have to worry about good positioning or anything!

Don't let a territorial dispute break out on your scalp!

Yes, already!

"Don't stroke me around clutter! What if you're bald!

Your hair is a long time friend!?

Take care of the roots!

Pay off the women and children who were flocking around me in a funny way.

... and Demily stood there.

"Yashiro, welcome! Welcome."

"I don't want to disturb your world! There are roots, though!

"Come here and I'll introduce you to some good medicine."

"Your recommendation has zero effect at the moment!

Speak nasty after growing even one of the hairs.

What do you look so happy about coming out to the athlete's backup seat?

Just get back to your VIP table. What would you do if they thought you were one of them?

"Totally......"

Stretch your hips to scatter the lactic acid accumulated when you were crouching while worrying about the damage to your hair roots.

And what a relaxing voice flew from the other side.

"Ahhh! Let me stroke you too ~"

Marsha waves her arms wide from a bit far away and makes a fierce appeal.

But Marsha is in Tarai, so you can't come near her.

All right, let's go through!

"Magda!

"... I'll bring some"

"Magda, the kindness is conveyed, but the handling of things is terrible!? 'Bring' is the right answer!

You don't have to. Be nice and Magda will bring Marsha in front of me.

Marsha wakes up her body using the tail cleverly.

"Sa ~ Ah, Mr. Yashiro. Come on, let's do this."

He asks me to crouch a little, and Marsha reaches out directly from the front.

A palm with a small watermark strokes my hair.

"Ha, ha, allback "

My hair, touched with wet hands with water, was set as if it had even been waxed - it seems. The people around me are peeking into my face uncommonly.

"... Magda, it would be sensible to drip about three bundles of forehead"

"No, no, just on the left. A little more forehead is younger and looks good on your brother"

"Let me tell you from the standpoint of the traditional twenty-ninth district lord's housekeeper, I was wondering if a little more play on the side would suit Master Kometsuki's appearance"

"No, wait, Mr. Ines. Please add some more water to your hair tips… Dear Alliance Leader of the Sea Fishing Alliance,"

Don't play with people's hair, Magda, Loretta, Ines, Deborah!

"When you change your hair, the atmosphere changes."

"That's right, sister. My knight is cooler with these crisp hairstyles."

"Cool or not,............... well, let's keep it on hold"

You can say anything you want.

This kind of position should be done around Umaro...

"Yes, sir. That will be enough. Dismissed. Dismissed!"

I'll pay you more than that, dammit.

Lift and comb the entire hair with both hands so as to reset the hair rubbed at will.

Isn't it pretty wet... too much water?

"Ah, that Mr. Yashiro. Towels."

Damn, Ginette's offering me a sports towel.

Oh, I longed for something for a time, like this.

At the end of the club or something, a junior girl offers me "Senior, it's a towel" when I'm washing my face.

It is only regrettable that this is not a water drinking area.

"Sorry."

"No."

I borrow a towel and wipe my hair.

You haven't used it yet, I smelled the usual detergent.

"Sweat, you don't seem to be wearing much"

"Damn, that's a beautiful towel! I can't lend you the towel I used..."

Eh, you don't have to worry about it.

I'd rather smell a little sweaty...

"Already, Mr. Yashiro. It's too violent."

As I was wiping my gash hair with a borrowed towel, the towel was gently taken away.

Pompous and gently stroked, and finally fixed her forehead a little bit.

... treating you like a child again?

He's gonna do it to Magda, isn't he, this? I've been hit once before. After traveling back and forth between the church and the Yangdu Pavilion in the midst of heavy rain. Oh... I was bare at that time.

What do you think, Ginette stared me in the face and quickly fixed my hair.

The forehead is lifted for a few minutes, and the long ones are divided between left and right, in a way that lets the hair tips play lightly.

".................. Ha!? Shh, sorry."

Apologize a word and be promptly returned to your original hairstyle.

You wanted to try your hair on too...

That's what I was saying, you know, I should cut my forehead a little shorter so I can see my face better or something.

Unfortunately, I dare not remember my work face in this haircut. It doesn't impress me, like it's easy to be someone else with a little disguise.

Oh, it's already... behind my neck!

"Hey, I'm gonna help you get ready for your next competition."

I decide that my position is dangerous and I'm moving to the truck.

... right now, if the position is the other way around, it's definitely a case of being surrounded by boob patrols... damn, it's not fair.

Mowdy emotions with no place to do it...... yeah, it's not a good idea to sig in after all.

I stopped on the way, looked back at my own army, smiled with a full face and told my teammates.

"I'll stroke him around thoroughly for the next competition. Expect what?

"" "" "I'm in time!

Some of them clearly said no, and the others disappeared out of my sight.

Marsha's Tarai continued to be held and evacuated by Magda.

... what? You don't like it when you can do it, do you?

Now, after this, there will be no one who will be amused and mocking me.

If you recognize 'If you do it, you'll get hit', you can't do anything bad.

However, in my case, it's 'double back if you get hit'.

... Shall I give Inez a haircut like a Lori Daughter Magic Girl... Damn.

After cleaning up the ball-in, in the truck, preparations were about to begin for the next competition 'Bread Eating Competition'.

For this eyeball competition alone, considerable effort has been put into this competition.

Estella is standing in the center of the truck, skipping instructions to the suppliers.

The pedestrian guild faces carry one big crate after another, and the Torbec carpenters, led by Oumaro, assemble a solid wooden frame in the center of the course.

Two courses are provided in the center of the track, separating the starting position from left to right. Courses starting on the red group side to score goals on the blue group side and starting on the blue group side to score goals on the red group side. That's why I set the goal in two places, left and right, to make the look of surprise when I mouthed the bread and the emotion after eating it look different. It's like you can see the look on the face of an athlete wherever you are.

Anyway, I intend to invite as many players as possible to participate because I need to show them how delicious the bread is still.

The course is in a straight line of eighty meters. The kids and the elderly deviate from the starting position and adjust the distance from 30m to 50m respectively.

Between the two courses are piled a large number of crates brought in by merchants of the merchant guild.

The clerk who sets the bread on the wooden frame waits in front of this crate.

Set up course B while the race is taking place in course A and set up course A during the race in course B.

Athletes are classified by height and athletes participating in the same race are adjusted to be roughly similar in height.

It's impossible in time to adjust the length of the rope to fit the height of each player, as I did when I tried it and let my sisters do it.

So I subtly decided to hang the bread on ropes of different heights.

High or hard to take, low or not, that's hard to take.

Athletes get to run for their favorite bread at the same time as the start. The rule is that you can take any bread.

Pretty liberal.

That's why you need to be careful about adjusting the length of the rope and sorting the bread that hangs.

"The Bread Eating Competition" is a promotion of new bread, so to speak.

A lot of excitement, everyone smiles, and it has to turn out very satisfactorily.

It should not be accompanied by mere trivial asses.

Very delicate extraction is required because discontent due to the length of the rope and the type of bread must not arise in a word.

So, I don't have a choice, well, it's a saying-off, and here I have to...

I set up in the middle of the course to take on the head of pan and rope coordination.

In the middle of the two courses, right by the wooden frame where the bread hangs, between them.

A privileged seat where you can indulge in 'an event' at the closest distance, straight from the side and sometimes from the front of the diagonal!

It's useful!

Never an abuse of authority!

I had no choice but to take on, so to speak, force majeure, because there was no one else to entrust me with an important position of responsibility!... Hmm.

"Oh, guys! Hurry up and get ready! (Because I don't know where the fun stays!

"" "Yes!

"Kid and the Old...... I'm going to adjust it so it's easy to take when you're older with the kids (and it's not any fun to look at!

"" "That care, that's great" "

"For that matter, we're going to have a lot of fun racing the youngsters! (Shake the exuberant swell!

"" "Yes!

Yeah, yeah.

That's Natalia. Well done. You're growing up to be good servants. Honest and very good.

"Dear Yashiro,"

As I was sending praise in my heart, the tenacity appeared.

Bright white legs. Sleek waist. Tits pushing gymnastics clothes up to a good salt plum.

"Yo, Natalia."

"Don't discern people just from the neck down...... hey, Master Yashiro could discern enough from the chest alone. I'm sorry, I underestimated you, your degree of perversion."

What is the degree of perversion?

Whenever anyone can, it's as bad as identifying an individual with boobs. You know what?

"So, where do you say you'll pinch me with your thighs? Anywhere, cheeks, please."

"Do you mind if I pay you?

"I don't mind!

"Excuse me. I underestimated you once again, your degree of perversion"

I got my thumbs around my eyebrows.

It's a rare and neat reaction for Natalia.... Oh well. Is it decent because it is in front of the servants?

It's usually Estella and I. I guess that means you don't have a problem knocking me down in front of Estella.

... No, it's only in front of Estella (my husband), Chief Superintendent.

"The success of the bread-eating competition is also a promise to the Church, so let me support you"

"I don't need any support! So you're in the race! You can leave about three times if you want!

I won't admit that Natalia's milk shaking doesn't participate!

Yeah, I wouldn't admit it!

"… then someone else will come along when I join"

"Estella would be fine, wouldn't it?

He won't shake.

Yeah. I like that guy.

"I'm in charge, I'm clever for what I'm doing, and I can't cut my head off there."

"Well, it won't shake."

Whoa, whoa, baretella.

Still, I like you for joining me as much as you can.

"Will Master Yashiro not participate?

"I wouldn't be surprised or impressed if I ate bread. I'd rather not have someone with a faint reaction."

If there's even one guy who's cold, it's gonna go down as soon as possible.

It's better for everyone to shudder.

I'm sorry I had to do that in my act.

"I don't want to leave the corner seat for a second!

"Is it a style that doesn't hide the real thing?

If you've already found out, you don't have to hide it!

Still, Natalia will be on my side. You're the best foreman I've ever seen, yeah.

"By the way, that head... is something wrong?

"Head?... Something weird?

"My hair jumps... excuse me"

You decided it would be quicker to fix it than to explain, your arm stretches out and touches my hair instantly after the salute.

Pick a little and pull. It's like fixing a sleeping habit.

"Are you doing well to Estella, too?

"Almost every day. I'm a bad sleeper, so I'm like, 'How did this happen!?' Like a sleeping habit every day."

"You guys are good friends"

"Yep. Because we are bound by deeper affection than our family."

Natalia had taken care of Estella with her from a young age.

She is probably my sister, my mother, and my most trusted friend.

"Occasionally, I can't help but mislead the way of affection"

... and he's also the closest dangerous person.

"Yes, it's all right now"

After you say that, stare at my head for about two seconds... so.

"Here."

"No, I was wondering if it was okay"

"Is something wrong?" ".

You've been watching, where I'm being stroked down.

Damn. What's so funny, stroking a man's head?

"Wow. I'll stroke your ass as a reward for stroking your head."

"Guilty, do you mind?

"Damn, it's not gold anymore!

Sin is just unbearable.

Well, give it up.

Then Natalia's exact instructions and my mouth made preparations go without delay.

"With that said, half your life's tits said you wanted to talk to Master Yashiro."

"What, the norm?

"Who's got half-life tits?!? So, why does that tell you, at all!

Norma stood behind me and Natalia.

Or I guess it's more accurate that Natalia has been telling the story in anticipation of that timing.

Is that so, and am I the only one who feels' half his life 'seems softer than' raw '?

I feel like "Half-Life Tits" is more "and ooh" than "Raw Tits".

"But" Raw Tits "is more erotic though!

"What's wrong with you all of a sudden!?

"It's okay, Mr. Norma. It's my usual seizure."

"... that's not all right at all at the time of day..."

The norm on his ragged face sighs with his hands on his hips.

Slightly "yummy" waves for such a small motion, too. Watty tits.

"Thank you. I got you a good reward."

"I didn't give it to you!? So, that's not what I'm here to talk about!

He gives me a cloth bag, holding my chest down with his arms.

I'm in gymnastics today, so there was nothing like taking it out of the valley.... Too bad.

"Only Norma could have been a bloomer in his usual clothes..."

"I refuse!

Too bad I didn't get an understanding.

Because the valley rate is almost zero today...... that's the biggest drawback of athletic events, right there.

So, I opened the cloth bag and looked inside.

"What, this hardware?

"It's an L-shaped hook that holds the bread in place!

Suddenly the Norma was switched on.

"It's just a hook now, isn't it? That would be dangerous for the kids. You could get hurt if you put it in your mouth or hit your eyes."

"No, you wouldn't swallow hardware if you were under the bread. It's not a fishing needle."

"That's sweet! The children of the Beast Clan sometimes outperform the adult's imagination!

Well, that's...

If you're such an overly healthy kid, Kellogg with the hardware in your mouth. Yes, it is.

"So this L-shaped hook. The tip is a little lower even though it's called" L ", so it won't catch on when you close it in case it snaps."

"Then the bread drops due to vibration..."

"Don't worry! The root of the L-shape is slightly upward, so you can secure the bread here!

If you ask me, the root of the L-shape was up at a sharp angle, somewhat downward from the middle. It's shaped like a very flat 'hee'.

"Besides, I coat the metal part of the hook with a thin membrane. This is the mucous membrane of the stomach of a certain warcraft, and it has a powerful bactericidal effect. Now you don't have to worry about food poisoning!

No, well, I'm worried about food poisoning... outside, it hangs in the middle of a sandy ground too, so you can just be strict on the hardware part...

"Also, this coating prevents metallic flavor shifting to bread! If the smell and taste of the metal shifted, would the flavor of the bread in the corner be ruined? I hope you eat the perfect bread anyway! You think so, don't you?

Norma...... hot. It's so hot.

That's awesome. You're coming.

"I mean, when did you make something like this?

"I figured it out before I went to bed yesterday. So, when I tried it, it didn't work."

"... go to sleep, you"

Couldn't you help but do it if you thought of it?

Really, seriously enough, someone manage Norma's personal life for you!

If you go too far into your work, your wedding is getting farther and farther!

I'm a beauty instructor, so pay more attention to your own skin!

"Okay. I'll be glad to use it."

"That's a mess! Well, I'll tell the waiter to replace you!

Norma snaps the cloth bag she gave me and joyfully rushes to the service.

We will gladly take back the performance of our prized L-shaped hooks from one end to the other for the service we are preparing.

... that girl's happiness, I wonder if that's okay.

"A woman who takes pride in her work and life and lives with dignity is a beautiful thing."

Say something positive as Natalia stares at Norma's back.

Well, that's right.

"The medra guild of the hunting guild was long, Bertha, who continued to support the Koji factory, and Marul, who continued to watch in the shadows of District XXIX..."

"... even if they're all unmarried Oba... you're just a lady"

"It will happen"

Absolutely!

... Well, I'm sure Norma will have good luck someday.

I'm sure.... I'm sure.

"Dear Yashiro. Handkerchief, please."

"Thanks......"

For some reason I softly plucked the beautiful Shizuku in my eye.

Norma. Cancer.

Over the grief, the bread eating competition finally begins!