Isekai Tensei Harem

"Uh-oh...!?"

As Gates stepped back from the monk girl, he went straight towards the man behind him.

Keep your arms stretched towards his groin.

"I can't stop... what's going on with my body...!?"

Mugu.

Gates was eagled at his crotch.

Gunn, gunn, and Gates, with their monstrous fingers, crossed his crotch many times.

Punishment persistently entangled with the girl.

"You ─ ─"

The colour of the man who rubbed his crotch became red and stained.

Wow, you're angry. You're angry.

There is no more humiliation than that when a stranger suddenly rubs your crotch while a lot of people are watching it.

"Chi, no... it's a misunderstanding..."

Gates groaned in a hurry.

Anyway, the man has a better body than Gates.

If you fight, you won't win.

But behind those words, Gates keeps rubbing men's groin.

The magical tentacles I control have nothing to do with my will.

The man's face gets even more red with anger.

I sprinkled my nasty arms at Gates ─ ─,

"What are you, faggot?!

A man who suddenly cries out with joy.

Eh, is that...!?

Not only Gates, but also me, are confused by unexpected developments.

"Chi, no, I..."

"Let's change places, hey."

The man turned his raised arm around Gates' shoulder and hugged him.

"Come on, relax..."

"Hey, help me...."

Gates is grabbed by a man and taken away.

As well as Gates' colleagues, all the other volunteers are stunned and dropped off.

I was completely paranoid, too.

I didn't expect this to happen.

"Ah-ah!?"

Eventually, I heard a scream coming from the next room.

... only God knows if your hobbies have sprouted to Gates.

"... I can't believe Gates had such a hobby."

"... I think we should think about how to get along."

The ravagers, except Gates, left the girl.

"Oh, you had such a hobby ~"

Girls misunderstand me.

Wasn't it my sister who loved me, but my sister who loved me?

Is there one in this world, BL...?

"You have to be careful, you"

And Claire walked up to her.

"Yes? Careful?

"They were trying to introduce me because it was obviously an erotic job."

"Is that right!?"

She seemed deeply surprised by Claire's words.

I knew you didn't understand. It's natural...

"She's a girl, so you should be a little more vigilant."

I advise you, Claire.

Ehehe, I'll be careful.

The female monk lowered her head in a gloomy manner.

"Oh, my name is Rachine."

"I'm Claire. This is Abel."

"Claire and Abel... right. You did that earlier."

Rachine stares at me with a smile.

For a moment, a sharp light appeared in my drooping eyes.

What?

"Here, tie her arm with magic and twist it like this..."

Did she sense my magic!?

And you can see the magical tentacles that are supposed to be invisible...?

A magical tentacle that no one here could have seen.

"The monks are good at feeling magic ~"

Rachine's chest was pounding.

Your big chest is shaking.

Looking closer, it's really huge...!

I was inadvertently nailed.

Claire has big tits, but maybe more than that.

It's not impossible for men to speak up.

The gap between a clear face and an erotic boob is irresistible.

"... Abel, you look lewd."

Claire glanced at me.

"No, it's not."

"No, you were staring at Lassine's chest."

Ugh, I'm scared.

"Oh dear, that's so cute."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Claire protested with her face red.

"I'm just a little familiar with him. Don't make a mistake."

"The irradiance is cute again. That kind of thing is called tundele, right? I've heard from Natasha."

Does the word "tundere" exist in this world...?

"... speaking of which, did Almeris not forbid monks to be involved in this kind of war?

Claire waited as if she had regained her mind.

"Yes, because the rich goddess is also the goddess of peace... doctrine avoids contention. But I'm not denying even the battle to protect myself."

Rachine narrowed her expression.

She looked so polite that she couldn't beat Claire.

"There are many people in the congregation who say that fighting is absolutely impossible, but I volunteer here to help protect even one person."

Talk with enthusiasm with sparkling eyes.

Looks like the motive is a little different from the other guys who dream of being born, this kid.

"You're both volunteers, right? Let's do our best so that we can all pass ~"

"Abel is a volunteer, but I'm your escort. I hope they pass."

Claire smiles.

Well then, Mr. Abel. Once again, thank you very much. Let's do our best. "

Rachine slightly gave her right hand.

I held back the hand.

Soft and small hands, unexpectedly thrilling.

"... Abel, you're freaking out."

Stop whispering from behind, Claire!? Because I'm scared!

"After all, it's a tundelion. I had a great souvenir story for Natasha..."

Rachine looks happy with a smile.

One hour later, she was comfortable with the pleasant conversation ─ ─

At last, the admission exam has begun.