Kyuuketsu Hime wa Barairo no Yume o Miru

After all, I couldn't get away with it, and I was rubbed all I wanted.

"Gha-ha, ha, ha!! Don't tickle your side ~ ~!

"Is that it? This way?

"Hihahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

"Hmmm... here!?"

"Back, motherfucker! Wouldn't that be nice?!"

Under popular scrutiny, he was baptized for his punitive shameful play against Edo-era playwomen who were tickled and smothered all over his body.

I laughed too hard. I had to breathe rough. I looked down at me, with a look like Joey Bone was on his way (only as an atmosphere),

"... no chest feeling"

"There is no sense of opium in my hands." Look at your hands. "

Bones that somehow read a sentence.

"I'm sorry I didn't have to pee ~ ~! That's why I said touch the other two!

I don't regret it because it's AA.

I purposefully milked it with character creation to make it easier to move at first ~ Eh.

I don't know if it will grow a little - I don't eat isoflavone-rich tofu and natto every day thinking about it -!!

More or less, a woman with big tits looks like a par... and boobs are enemies! I've made up my mind, I've made up my mind! Definitely decided!!

"... something like Tobacchi is for a big woman in the breasts of the whole world"

"… do you understand your position? When you wake up from your dreams, you just have to hope you're forgetting."

Hearing my grudge, Fiore (E), who had determined only their own sight of height, sweats cold, and Mia (D) shakes her neck sideways to make a face of 'no treatment'.

"" The man, shaking his pink tits, will descend into the dark woods with the maid of Karakuri. ""

For some reason, bone Joey suddenly said that strictly in his mouth without any anterior or posterior pulse.

"- What's that?

"No, what...? Those words came to me by accident."

He doesn't make sense to himself. Bone Joey rotates his neck 360 degrees. Well, it didn't start right now that this guy doesn't make sense.

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● About a hundred and fifty years later...

"- Heh. The face is reasonably mutual, but the size of the opium is this prevailing. In other words, the overall attraction is also overwhelming, so the Lactating Virgin. Your time is over - granny!

In response to the disrespect of the encounter, Sole (...), who was directly struck by a thunderbolt of anger from Heaven (Tengai), who was waiting overhead shortly afterwards, burns black as if in a cont, but maligns.

- Dongalagasha - - Ng!!!!!

Again, after a doubling chase earlier released, he blew it off with a shock - and still doesn't look broken. It's sturdy.

Sole laughed high,

"Ha ha, stop laughing. This eagle body is made of special alloy! I didn't know electromagnetic waves and heat lines were ineffective."

"... sounds like a German robot detective."

She mouths her core thoughts when she does it, looking at where that blew away (...).

Far longer and more incredible than Scarlet Snow, Nice Buddy girl is the one with the groundhog posture, so even over the curtains of her yarn-like hair made by long pink blondes, there's a huge sway of itchy - about two watermelon minutes out of style - I don't like the opium, but it comes into my eyes.

…………

In many ways, this girl is out of line. And, for the first time in roughly one hundred and fifty years, the words of the prophecy that were once heard came back to life behind Scarlet Snow's brain, rugged by the shock that hit him in the head... or something?

gossip (that aside) -.

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"No, I don't think it's because of the bones in this hand that I don't feel"

That's an excuse, but for that, I quickly unraveled my rope with a very smooth, familiar handle.

Then with his right hand, he removes the left hand bone from his wrist, and Joey the bone he's checking by moving the snail.

"... it looks like you're working cleverly for it, but hey"

I'm finally free. Bob gets up and moves his body lightly - Mr. Meer and Fiore pay off the dirt that got to my body with their hands, distracting me - while making sure I'm not particularly uncomfortable, so I put in the scratch.

"I think it feels like the visible part can be manipulated intentionally."

I don't know where I'm looking, but with my hollow orbit pointing forward, I put my left hand off on my back and I couldn't see it, and the movement of my left hand, which was moving like a spider, stopped as soon as I could.

"- What?"

"I see."

So you couldn't assemble yourself when your bones were scattered earlier?

"Speaking of which, I was just referring to this place as' in the belly of a sand whale ', what do you mean?

You were wondering about the other two, nodding small and encouraging Bone Joey to respond.

"It means the way it is. There's a big, mountainous demon around here called 'The Sand Whale' who eats whatever's in front of him. So the punishment of villages and towns around here is normal to feed sinners to sand whales."

What normal!? And although I'd love to put a scratch in it, I just had to be angry at the irrationality in my dreams.

"Is there no way out?

"There must be. This guy's got a kind of dungeon in his body, so there's got to be a transfer team (shift portal) somewhere to get out."

"Ho..."

Unexpectedly, in a proper setting, I, Meer and Fiore both have a relieved look on their faces.

It was good not to bust my belly and escape or something first.

"Just," but pale hopes disappear rapidly in the words of the following bone Joey. "It's a creature. Once every six months, it is digested and dissolved. Like me."

Bones Joey laughs at pointing to his ass and his own body.

"Hey -" Fiore making his face snap.

"When is it!?" Meer stuffed to the bone with a chopped look.

"When does digestion begin?!" I ask around the neck of the bone about the cutting-edge of the rose Sinner (Jill de Rey) I picked up.

"Mm-hmm?"

Bone Joey had no rushed wind and was arm-wrapping and thinking,

"Maybe seven to nine days from now. It gets a little dim at night, more or less at that interval"

Ceiling (stomach wall?) I said so pointing to something like a bunch of luminescent hikarigokes.

"If the Master's story is true, if we don't get out of here in as little as seven days, are we bones too?!?"

It's a warring fiore, but sweet, the outlook is too sweet!!

Unlike Fiore, who has a certain trust in Joey and yet is an honest lady with roots, Bo and Meer, who dive through some training ground and are familiar with the human trait of Joey, can't be that optimistic.

Make eye contact with each other to make sure they have the same concerns.

"Actually, Joey, you should see it as five days because of your mistake, right?

"No, isn't three days reasonable at your leisure?

"... right"

"... it would be"

Me and Meer snorting at each other.

"Am I being ridiculed?"

"Er... (as usual)"

Against Bone Joey, who asks for consent while scratching around his cheeks with Polypoli, Fiore clouds his words with a troubled face with a frown in the letter c.

So...

"" Light ""

A lump of light floating from my hand illuminates the passage.

It feels like the passage is twisting like a bell cave about three melts wide.

"Your feet seem unstable."

The same goes for the bumps, but I guess you're anxious to explore the dungeons in the wrong outfit: wedding dresses and heels.

Fiore spills as she walks about me and after Bone Joey, who serves as an avant-garde, in an unbridled foothold.

"Before that, I'm the same amateur with no real experience, so if you need anything, don't hesitate to cut it off and go"

That's what Mr. Meer at the rear says in the tone he deserves.

"That's not how it works. Even if this body is shattered and scattered, women will be protected! That's how men live."

It's a cool thing to say bone, but as a weapon I have it in my hands at the point of my ribs, and it also seems like I'm already on the verge of falling apart.

"Sounds like my magic Joey knows can be used for now, so I know healing is ok, but whether resuscitation of the dead is possible...... it's too risky to try, so be careful everyone"

I walk ahead with caution.

Happy or unhappy, I also have The Sinner of Roses (Jill de Ray) on hand, and I'm used to standing around in dresses and heels.

It was nature that formed this formation.

Of course, I'm not going to abandon Mr. Meer, so if I find an enemy, I'm going to see the enemy's special Search-and-Destroy.

If you were thinking about that, a mushroom about the size of a child (how poisonous and seemingly purple water balls on red) would quickly jump from the back of the aisle.

"Knock, knock, knock!!"

And if I gave him an odd voice, he attacked me. The short hand holds a bamboo spear with a tacky tip.

"Stupid, the Mushroom Taken Mushroom War is finally over!?! Can you live on ahead!

"" "What is it!?" "

Me (the Takenokos) stunned by the unexpected results.