Kumo Desu ga, Nani ka?

I can't solve it.

Why am I trying to do it the other way around?

Strange.

I'm in the mood for a glimpse of the mystery of the world.

So calm your anger. Seriously, please, Demon King.

That's it.

It is forbidden to talk about breasts in front of the Demon King.

And maybe talked about height.

Because it's small.

Putting this in your mouth would be life-saving.

I can't tell you how horrible it is from my mouth.

Well, whatever it is, I'll recover soon, but come on, the Demon King's eyes were horrible then.

I had eyes that seemed to come out of some kind of horror cartoon or something.

Oh, no, no.

Those eyes have already killed people.

Oh, Demon King, there was definitely a human killer in the title.

He was a normal killer.

Damn right.

I've been told by the Demon King to refrain from revenge against the Titty Alien, and where do I turn this nowhere to go anger?

"Hino!?

Sacrificial discovery.

Sacrifice of the day, you know, Mr. Bloodsucker.

Let's hear your current state of mind.

"Monkeys don't like monkeys anymore!

A bloodsucker who tries to escape when he sees people's faces and screams about what a monkey does.

You rude bastard.

Don't think you can get away from me, do you?

Instantly catch a bloodsucker trying to escape.

Grab the root and stop the escape.

Still trying to move his legs, the bloodsucker turned upside down in a grand cock.

Hmm.

Looking down at the body of a bloodsucker lying on his back and rumbling.

This guy's big, too.

I wouldn't say where, but it's definitely bigger than me.

What is it?

"Hi-no!? What!? What is it?

You perceived disturbing signs, a bloodsucker bursts into tears.

No, don't cry at a good age.

Is this kid, is he out of school?

Are you all right, this?

"What are you doing?

You heard the bloodsucker cry, Fermina walked in.

The moment I saw a bloodsucker exposed to an unusual appearance, I snorted with my nose.

Oh, whoa.

There's some kind of disdainful gaze being poured on the bloodsucker.

"Nothing."

Whether the pride without worked or the indiscriminate mess of earlier rises up like a lie.

I know, but I still kept grabbing the root, so don't be an Inabauer. In a dumb posture.

Fermina, who saw it, laughed again, and the bloodsucker's face became all red.

You guys are close.

"Erm. What's the situation with this?

There, once again, a new customer.

Ghosts and melas.

I thought it was a rare combination - but speaking of which, aren't these two surprised to be face-to-face because they have a lot to discuss in the restructuring of the Legion?

Unlike the rest of the regiment, there's no massive replacements for the haunted and the mela, but still fine tuning in, so hey.

The bloodsucker, seen ugly by his squire, Mela, rumbles in a jitter as he turns his face bright red.

But I won't let go of the root I grabbed.

I often enjoy watching bloodsuckers ugly.

Ah, I'll be soothed by this indescribable asshole.

"Dear White. Your daughter wants to suffer."

The mela I saw opens her mouth.

If you look at it, the red face is getting bluer.

Seems like I shouldn't have grabbed my neck with the force there, too, because the bloodsucker is pretty serious about it.

He was grabbing it from behind, but he was stopping it for breath or blood.

I wouldn't die if I grabbed it any more, but it was going to be some trouble, so I had no choice but to let it go.

As a matter of course, the body of the bloodsucker is gravitationally strained to face the ground because it has suddenly become free in the state of shrimp posture.

I got it out of my head, so it sounded pretty good called gong.

A bloodsucker who falls asleep in a big letter and tears eyes.

Shit, super fun.

The three of you who saw me bullying a bloodsucker are showing a triplet-like reaction.

While Fermina has the look that she feels good, her cheeks are a little drawn.

He sounds like he's going to be the target of this kind of setup someday. He's in deep fear.

It's okay, it's okay.

I won't, I'm sure I won't. They won't even think I probably won't.

Ghosts have the expression that they can't even say something.

But I can see in that look the will to blame me.

Yeah, you want to tell me not to do anything that ghosts don't like, right?

It's okay, it's okay.

If I continue to teach, I will also try to throw up a livestock erotic-flavored dialogue one day when it becomes comfortable to be bullied.

Actually, I think it's M when I say "blood sucker" because it's S or M.

Mela has a loving face, like a nanny who is faceless but watches her children play.

Parents?

You're a guardian, yeah.

Mr. Mella, Mr. Mella?

This kid's growing up feeling a lot sorry for you, but are you sure with that warm, watchful stance?

No, I'm the one who made you look ugly, but come on.

The bloodsucker rises up noronorous and pays the dust on his clothes.

I coughed up one deliberately with Cohon, and then I turned to her face.

"Sir, if you need me, please speak normally."

Instead of speaking up, the moment I see a person's face, I want something from the guy who tried to escape.

He decided he didn't have the ugliness earlier.

Well, more than half of that has been witnessed by everyone here.

But for, for.

Actually, I could do it while I was doing this cont. - For.

Put your hands on the shoulders of the pong and the bloodsucker.

Mm, metastasis.

I came to Natsume-kun's.

"... Sir, if you need help, please speak up before executing"

Blood sucker says something, but ignores it.

I noticed that voice, two people who were in this room from the beginning turn this way.

One is Natsume-kun, the lord of this room.

The other is my sister.

But there's another person sitting in this room in a chair.

The person looks into the void with a vain eye.

The person is Hasebe, the next candidate for the Virgin.

Yeah.

I got my hands on a God-speaking handkerchief.

The face of the pope comes to mind in the back of my brain.

I think I might have done it.