Isekai Tensei Harem

I finished all my training this morning.

Afterwards, Archer told me to go to Veronica.

She wants to talk about everything about magic equipment.

─ ─ That's why I came upstairs.

When I entered the room, Claire and Rachine were just training.

Both of them are wearing black training clothes reminiscent of Leotard, which makes them surprised.

The fabric fits perfectly, revealing glamorous body lines, including Claire and Rachine's stunning bust swelling, small hips, and bread and stretched hips.

It seemed like I would fall in love with you, but I was drawn to the armor you two had more than that.

"Curse Breaker Sword (Disrun) - Slash Unlocked (Limit Break)!"

Claire's barking sword shines orange.

"What is that sword ─ ─?

I found Claire's sword unusual.

The sword is unusually wide and large.

Rather than a sword, it is a large sword that has made the knife immense.

"Blessed Bell (Bracelet) activated - Shell Elise!"

Besides, Rachine also has a bell-like tool.

With the spell, a pillar of light appeared from the void.

She is a monk, so she can't basically handle offensive spells.

It was either a defense or an auxiliary spell that I had never seen before.

and

That's not Abel.

Hello ~

Claire lowers her sword and Rachine rings the bell.

At the same time, the glow disappeared from the sword, and the empty pole of light also dispersed.

Claire and Rachine, who had interrupted their training, rushed towards us.

Veronica wanted to see me ─ ─

I looked around, but I didn't see her.

─ ─ In other words, Claire and Rachine both feel so erotic about training clothes that resemble Leotard.

I wonder if you think it's a good idea because they have a good style.

Your chest bulges, lustrous curved waist, and raw spit on your buttocks.

"Well, what's wrong with that weapon?"

I shook the subject to hide my inner excitement.

"Ah, this? Veronica made me a new magic tool."

Me too ~

And Claire and Rachine.

Veronica says it's a welcome sign for new recruits.

"You're a good person, Veronica."

The two of you are making a scene.

It looks like a child showing a new toy.

That's cool, after all, customized equipment for yourself is cool.

I wonder if it's mine... gummy.

"What's wrong, Abel?"

"... I didn't get mine."

"Eh, is that so!?"

Claire is surprised.

"He seems to hate me."

"Ah... that guy hates men."

And Claire.

"I don't care about Abel, I just don't like men. So don't worry too much."

You followed me.

You're so sweet, Claire.

"That's right, if you're patient, one day, Veronica will forgive Abel."

You'll follow me further, Lacine.

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Oh, is that so!?

"... well, good luck, Abel."

Pom, Claire hits me on the shoulder.

Hey, you don't seem to hate me enough to get laid!?

... well, maybe they hate me enough not to be so cool.

Every time I see you, I'm going to be struck by attack magic.

"Ah, but..."

Rachine's face shined brightly.

"Veronica said she was going to build Abel's armor, too."

"Really!

I walked out of my way.

"He looked terribly disgusted and said, 'This is a job, too.'"

"I'm glad Abel got his armor."

"I wonder if it's good..."

I smiled bitterly.

You really hate it, Veronica...

"That's good. You'll get your own equipment.

"Veronica is said to be a super-class armor maker. As well as in Japan, requests for the production of armor have arrived from outside the country, and reservations have been filled up until two years ago."

That's amazing.

Honestly, I don't know much about Veronica because of the minimal interaction.

Just because you're a beauty with blast glasses and don't like men.

and ─ ─,

Hmm, looks like it's working fine.

The door opened and Mr. Veronica, the beauty of the blast glasses, came in.

"How are you feeling? Are you tired?

The tone is cool, but Claire's eyes are filled with the light of love.

Maybe he's basically a kind and caring person.

... exclusively for women.

"... hmm, you were here, too?"

And Veronica, who looks at me.

The eyes behind the glasses are as sharp and sharp as ever.

"Well, this is work, too. I can't help it. I don't like talking to men, I don't like talking to men, I don't like talking to men, I don't like talking to men, but it's just a favor from Archer."

Claire and Rachine left behind, and I was listening to Veronica's explanation.

Let's make a new wand.

Veronica tells me as she looks at me in a mood.

She's going to make my wand ─ ─.

It seems that what Rachine said was true.

"... hah, why do I have to make a man's wand?"

Veronica sighed with dissatisfaction.

I really don't like your face from the bottom of my heart.

Hmm, I knew you hated me.

"The battle against the Empire is imminent, and I want to be strong ─ ─"

"For now, stop staring at my chest."

Let me tell you something, Veronica looks at me slowly.

"It's filthy, it's filthy, it's filthy, it's too filthy, it's the cry of the princess (Bansiflair)"

"Uh-oh!?"

I suddenly shouted a strange voice to the flame spell.

I didn't expect you to suddenly add an attack spell at the end of the dialogue.

Variations are evolving!?

"... uhh, that was close."

In the meantime, I developed defensive spells to absorb my power.

It's starting to sound like a mess between me and Veronica...

Too much noise, I promise.

"Hmm, I can't read what I just read..."

Veronica seemed to regret it.

I didn't make a joke for a millimeter.

I wonder if you really tried to burn me...

"Well, that's fine. I can't say I like or dislike it when it comes to work. Thank you so much for allowing me to talk to you specifically."

What a great thing to say.

Veronica sat angrily in the nearby chair, bracing herself and staring at me.

A rich breast of meat sat on my arm and shook.

I couldn't help but endure the possibility of attracting my gaze.

If we were to look at cancer here, we could see attack spells flying again.

"Well, tell me the whole story."

Eh?

Bad guess. That's why men are stupid and stupid. You can't follow me at the feet of my intelligence level... bumps. "

"Er...."

"It's about fighting elf elders. I just heard a brief report the other day. Now tell me more."

"... I see. Did you amplify Flash Burst (Photon Blast) even further? The Demon wand (Booster Rod) is designed to withstand some of the most advanced elemental spell classes, such as Ice Magic Dragon Tooth Bullets (Icicle Cannon) and Windy Feng Claw Bullets (Windy Cannon)... but your spells have exceeded their durability."

Veronica nodded after listening to me.

"Rather, you were lucky enough to amplify it once. Perhaps your magic triggered while the inner magic circuit burned out and the cane's outer shell was destroyed with excess magic energy."

Bumps and stuff I don't quite understand, Mr. Veronica.

I mean, it's probably the first time I've talked to this guy in a decent way.

Because it was always almost ignored or just hateful.

Apparently, when it comes to work, they'll talk to the chicken.

Yeah, that's a social worker.

─ ─ What a strange impression.

"How was it when you used your wand? Were you uncomfortable? How do you feel about magic amplification? Does your body hurt? Let me know if you've noticed anything else."

And then suddenly attack the question.

"Er...."

What's wrong, Tekipaki? Answer me.

Even if they say so, I have too many questions to sort out my head.

"Yeah, it's kind of tough. Which one ─ ─"

Veronica stood up from her chair with a frustrating crush.

I don't suppose they're going to use attack spells again?

Regardless of me in alert mode, Mr. Veronica approached impotence ─ ─.

"... nh!?"

All of a sudden he held me with his arms wide open.

"Eh!? Eh!? Veronica...!?"

I can't be too confused. [M]

Muuuuu, the soft feeling is pressing against my chest.

Veronica's chest was incredibly comfortable.

Compared to teenage maidens like Claire, the breasts have a softer impression than the strength of elasticity.

It is fluffy and conveys the flexibility that seems to melt over the clothing fabric.

That's great.

No matter how much you usually hate me, Veronica is beautiful.

Besides, it is explosive milk.

If such a person hugs you, you'll get horny.

"... I see, it's a pretty interesting magic wavelength."

Apparently, the hug was investigating my magic.

"I still can't handle your magic with the generic" Demon Wand ". That's why we need to make your own wand to suit your magic."

"My own wand...."

"The magic is bigger than I imagined, and the wavelength is also a unique habit. This is going to be a lot of work inside... fufu, my arms are ringing."

Veronica smiles happily.

My chest hurt a little bit.

The word ○ ○ exclusively sounds exciting.

Like a cane that's three times as good as usual.

I wonder what kind of armor it would be like to serve my own wand.