Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 97 Night Inn White Weird

I was bored, I didn't show up, and most importantly, I couldn't give it up once! It was a fierce awesome battle to interrupt and attack with unanimous solidarity when there was a servant bullying problem that we all said would surround us, ambush us and not let us go for a goal, well it seemed like I was about to never-end saying that nobody could give it up because I got in the way and put it around in a trap too. What's wrong with you?

The girls' monstrous high school girls sexy cosplay. We'll just start cooking before the inn starts, boys. The third straight was pretty tight! It was a storefront dangerous trap for adults saying that romantic costumes that required endurance beyond Le Mans were the most fantastic to come to different worlds, saying that they would endure while restraining their hands with a "wooden idol" that seemed to stretch unexpectedly due to dangerous behavior enough to say that it was a sex offender development program. I suppressed my hand, and my tentacles were about to come out, and it was hard, seriously?

Yeah, that's what I want you to be alone with your lover, because when you do it in a group of pure, innocent, multi-sensed boys in high school, it's a bullying problem, and instead, it's an education committee summons to investigate the bullying problem in a moron's crisis, but you don't have to come because it's not going to help the education committee, okay? I'm sure the Gobs would be annoyed if they were in the woods.

"It's Omelette at the orphan's request ~. Or when you ask the orphan, it's Omelette all the time, right? Well, hamburgers are meant to be for orphans at your kids' lunch, so I told Napolitan it wasn't a mistake, and Deep-Fried Chicken and Frankfurt had a fries lunch for orphans, so I put pudding on it, too ~? Yeah, it's all ketchup and red?

"" "" Here you go "" "

He was fucking laughing at suppressing the cosplay tournament with rice, but when I thought about it, I disarmed without dressing and it was Mr. Munchkin Spatz. Wouldn't you be visiting a boy's high school for a safe place to live? 'Cause if I could rest in this pudding unbeatable pudding wobbling group of high school girls, Mr. Munchkin Spatz, I'm sure I'd end up as a boy high school student, please, let's at least go black like before, huh? I was chilling to see Gray suck in the morning and for some reason the Gray rate was soaring! Pink sucks too, but does this make tea come out if you think tea sucks or something?

I come to get a replacement for Munchkin and take it home with me, and take Pumpkin and Pumpkin for extra. As always today, it was a permanently institutionalized Munchkin dinner that I said would be even more stylish and converted into destructive force for boys in high school! Yummy, huh?

Because of the rain, the humidity is high, but the temperature is high, and the temperature rises with the meal, and the room temperature is high because it is a large number of people. And when you sweat, Mr. Spatz and the others stick to your skin perfectly with even more viciousness. It's a suspicious dining landscape combined with sweaty skin! To ensure breathability and maintain comfort, when wet, the woven thread becomes slightly tighter and the cloth becomes rough, so it is comfortable for me to wear it, but the amount of time I see it sucks. The original, awesome destructive spats tend to the body thinly to further expose the soft curves of the limbs. I can't do this, let's get out of here.

"Huh... hum... hum... hum... hum, come on... hum, hum... hum... hum... hum... hum... hum... hum..."

Sweet exhaled, rolling hot, pressing a thick, long Mr. Frankfurt to mouth as he crawled his wet lips with saliva, pecking like a caress, little open lips bitterly slowly pouring in Mr. Frankfurt, red vero licking thick Mr. Frankfurt's meat...... it's horny! You can't lick that snuggly tongue around because it doesn't usually make that kind of noise to eat, Mr. Frankfurt! Let's ban Frankfurt after all, something sucks. I'm glad I made an orphanage, it'd be tough if the orphans imitated this!

Why is it that we're just having dinner, and a monstrous meal scroll like boys' high school torture unfolds, with even glossy BGMs on audio multiple broadcasts (surrounds)? This is going to ban 18 kids lunch!

It was a day of nothing, but I was exhausted at dinner and headed for the bath, and the girls are going to be hosting Dunlevo from a calorie consumption point of view. I already suck a lot at Mr. Munchkin Spats, let's take a bath before Mr. Leotard and the others show up.

"Fuha ~" (Poyo Poyo ~)

The body is light, the fatigue that was accumulating is relaxed and the force is loose as if it had dissolved in hot water. If you think about it, it's the first time I've spent the morning playing cards because I've been doing something without a break. It's the first time because Maasuku could be the first in another world. Fighting I haven't moved my body just using a little vibrating magic. I'm worried that I may have blunted from yesterday's break, but I feel lighter and softer without pain or weight.

Slowly stretching and stretching your hands and feet in the hot water, it's not even if it's so relaxing, but it must be resting. If I didn't get stronger fast, I'd lose my life, but I guess my body was tired from rushing too fast, lightly supple as if my whole body were going to be reborn.

In the end, long-range saturation attacks were banned, and my undercover monastic clothes I made to confirm my goals and investigate the presence or absence of the beautiful Sister were wasted. Tuxedos and good clothes for yourself have an unusually high chance of being wasted, and yukata can be a mystery about when you'll be next.

When I get out of the bath, Mr. Leotard and the others are grinding on Vibes at Reggae Dance, so let's get out of here. Boys in high school are strictly forbidden to watch excessive irritation, boys in high school are definitely powermover punking with a head-rolling headspin on hip-hop in grooving, we have to run!

Running into your room, getting into your job so you don't watch brain footage, no, dancing, because your daughter shows interest in all kinds of dancing, and I taught her that you didn't even think about teaching the girls, did you? Well, that's going to work for hip-ups?

"Now you want a swordbreaker mine-gosh with automatic defense capabilities and a gun-tonfer finish for indoor combat, and you want a little more strength and effect for the festive rod-style fabricated rapiers too ~. Interpersonal combat is a hassle, it's not exactly a fight from the front. Darkness can't be countered, can it?"

(Pulp)

I don't know how many more hands I need, but the trick is a lifeline, unlike fighting the demons of power and power. The trick between traps and those who make them compete is over when they are out of hand. So there's no need to worry about leftovers if you throw all the explosives so you don't have to worry about them, so it's mass production.

But when I say disguise, I say be a nun, but reggae dancing... that sexy nun outfit is going to be a big deal! The Christian Hope (Kanchaku) is here!

"Minegosh's automatic defense is a trump card, because it doesn't consume half as much magic, so it's for assassination protection against unintentional and dark strikes. ~? I don't even have demon stone power, this?

(Pom pom)

Go ahead with your internal job while you take a sweet break. I still have something to miss without Demon Sizes, I sent them out to escort Ota Mocha and they haven't come back yet. I left it to the demon sizes because Ota Mocha didn't have air combat measures, but Ota never threw Boomerang anyway, but he was good at throwing, and he was good at throwing Hulbert and throwing axes, he even threw a sword and stabbed a demon, so how could he end up hitting him with a boomerang? Not to mention your nomination. Is it good to have that as your instructor? I'm worried about the end of Division 1.

If your body is light and you want to train but you are worried, rest and show it or you will be overworried again. But I'm a great sage with regenerative LvMaX's "healing" and "healing," what are you worried about? If there's a proper resuscitation, it's safe to die, isn't it? Does it grow? Snake's coming out, too?

So I wanted to go alone if I could.

"I mean, I know the girls, but I couldn't think of stopping the chairman of the armored committee or your dancing daughter from getting stronger, so it was strange, but I was wondering if it would break at its limits anymore, but is that what this feels like?"

(Poyo poyo)

In the ring of destitution were "Alchemists, Sages, and Alchemists Needed for Body Smelting by Life's Jewelry Smelting, Alchemy and Indoor Surgery", and "Body Smelting" are dangerous items that may strengthen physical abilities, or physical (status), but can be modified humans or immortals, but on top of endlessly suspicious, Indoor Surgery is a monstrous jewel. The Alchemist got the Great Sage because he had it. The conditions for use were met.

If you just use it, say, "Do you quit being a human? I felt like," I didn't feel like I was on it, and I was freaking out, "Do you want to stop the humans? Before the words" life stops. "I tried to use it, but I felt the increase in physical abilities, but when I opened up all my abilities, my body broke very easily, I thought it might have come off, but the lightness of this body is not normal, it feels like the vitality and magic and ability of all the cells of the body to be reborn are being rebuilt as the body circulates and elaborates.

I also thought it might be super healing that can happen by resting a body that has been terribly distressed to its limits, but I guess this is when "body training" begins and the body is being rebuilt. Something less fragile, more stubborn, and absorbing, something that has never noticed magic work (skill) with magic.

Both the chairman of the armored committee and the dancing daughter were opposed to using it, probably because the strong force is recoil. Still, I forced him to rest for this super recovery, I guess the limit had come that far to the body, I came to falsely adjust by layering my effects (skills) and gear skills while my physical abilities (status) were low, but I decided that my body couldn't stand self-destruction in the next phase anymore, so I guess you forgive me.

I hate it when life expectancy is kind of shredded or something, but when you die healthy today, it's not where life expectancy goes, for now, it would be more constructive to figure out how to survive today and deceive or delude life expectancy when life comes. The old adage to boys in high school, "You can do what you can today, even tomorrow," is handed down with cotton, "If you're not going to die today, you're going to die tomorrow, right? I think it's a suicide prophylaxis or something, but I've heard of it. I feel like it. I don't even feel like saying it.

Well, for now, if we survive today, the enemy may be dead in an accident or something, so I guess it's the right teaching.

Because even Tarot calls a wise man (FOOL) who looks at the world, looks ten years ahead, looks a hundred years ahead, and falls and dies without looking at his feet.

The important thing is now, you can think about the future after coming to the general, and you don't know if it's coming because the future hasn't come yet, so you can stack things up and go where they haven't come yet for the first time! Yeah, we're gonna figure this out, okay? Maybe? If it doesn't, then we can do something about it, and the possibilities are endlessly irresponsible, appropriate and outrageous!

So, okay?

This is how I always logically pile up arguments that I'm not bad. I'm not bad. I build theories every day, but the world still doesn't seem to be able to get to this lofty, well-reasoned truth. Yeah, you always preach when I say I'm not bad? Is this what you call the agony of the pioneers? Could it be the loneliness of a genius? I don't know if anyone's listening just to me, but that's sad, so let's not think about it.

"It's kind of unusual, with your body in good shape but your body seems dull and cheerful laziness." Rising tiredness! ♪ I feel like I should be gobbling up ♪

(Pulp!)

Rarely did they keep an eye on Mr. Slime not to train him if they thought he'd hang out with him, but boys in house arrest in a monitored inn (hotel) don't seem to be in demand. Is this also some kind of sexism? Terrible, huh?

In doing so, we inject MP, accelerate internal jobs, and push the limits of internal jobs, creating what we need from one end while prioritizing hasty products.

But finally, the ring is full with seven in it, and from now on it will be necessary to carefully select the equipment while also looking at replacements. It looks like it would destroy itself if I put it in, and removing it just because I feel like I've lost something. Wouldn't it evolve if I went in ten if I missled it? "The Labyrinth King's Ring" is still unattended, and "The Golem Maker's Ring" may remain handed over to the mountain named Master Golem of the False Labyrinth.

Even if you're unhappy that it's hard to bury, when it's full, it's not enough. No seth to do it, is this the influence of Mr. Greed?

And then the inner job is over, and the door opens and the two beautiful women who smile at the moment that the MP is depleted, they say that they will be there three times, but even the advanced to the third grade is suspicious, but will the pursuit or something shift across worlds?

Beautiful legs, enchanting legs that make you want to stroke and lick around worshipping if that is so far divine, long and thin tight legs yet mellow and soft and fleshy, luscious as an artistic sculpture yet supple and vivid with contradictory bipolar beauty combined with contradictory bipolar beauty (antinomy) Legs, just horrible kids (Unfanterible)!

What the hell are you teaching at a sorority today, like Mr. Bulma, but with handmade "Aminji" and "Hehe" names on your chest?

The chairman of the armored committee is an english bloomer, dancing, and his daughter is a blue bloomer, exposing her long and beautiful legs at all costs, pushing the flesh, which is still slightly smaller, into the visible gymnastics, tending to the rich curves and shadows.

The fitting is a long, dewy hand and foot that stands out for more body beauty, even though it's called gymnastics, "Not if you're already in gymnastics! My buddy, who just said," Pushes up the fabric on his chest round and stuck it in all the pieces to make the meat round out.

As he moves, a tight abdominal crease and a cute navel peek from his impotent hem, and the munchkingly stretched bloomer wraps it up perfectly to fit the shape of his buttocks. A small, eating bloomer shakes slowly enough to spill unwrapped butt meat in the valley of his two glutes.

Beautiful postures and fleshy luscious flesh push up and down to the gymnastics clothes and gluteal fissures, bloomed beauties, reaching out to swarm, disarming, entangling and poking their slender limbs to push soft flesh.

Sleek, long, beautiful fingers climb up and down boys' high school students with dirty fingers, pinched legs with slightly stretched thighs and tangled long legs. Push the two spheres of flexible meat sticking out over the gymnastics clothes to crush them, pushing them to circle with a rounded swell of cum.

Intra-arterial surgery (Bochu). The technique passed down to ancient China, as its name suggests, "the technique carried out in the room", since a room is a bedroom, also exists the aspect of sexual moves, but it has been advocated since future generations, the essence of which is the technique of manipulating the "chi" of higher order yin and yang. Legend has it that a woman who does not fade at the age of 280 or who remained young at the age of 200 will be told that the immortal will show up and teach her secrets by refining her in-room technique, the original in-room technique was something that gained powerful power regardless of gender.

The "In-house" volume in the "Medical Mind Formula", said to be the oldest medical book in Japan, also describes how men who have been drained by what is known as "Hundred Closes" in the sixth of the methods called "Seven Losses" take their attention from women.

Conscious of the power of circulation around the body, the power of being with magic, being with blood, being with breathing, being able to feel with effect (skill), but not knowing what it is. Circulating, purifying and amplifying around the body, that's the spirit of yin and yang, and that polar is the science of the world that led to the immortality of immortality, the immortality of immortality. A mark on Eastern fairy art that exchanges Western alchemy and pairs, that's indoor art.

Huh, you won.

Yeah, the sex side exists, too, right? It is already confirmed to exist perfectly, mixed with "horny", smelted in "alchemy", refined in "in room" to Yin and Yang and wrapped in "sex king".

"All kinds of state abnormalities" can also be cultivated in "alchemy", refined in "indoor surgery" to Yin and Yang, and put on "pornography". Not only sensitization and provocation, but even confusion, fear and pain can be refined in indoor surgery and transformed into stimulation for pleasure. You can work out "chi" even if you have a few MPs!

"Hiaaahhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! … (Pathan)"

"Hih, ku! Do it... ahhhhhhhhhhh! (Potte)"

Okay, let's recover with MP mushrooms. Yeah, 'cause if I don't see a boy in high school for three days with two days of revenge, I'll even tell him to scratch, but instead of scratching, the three days of boys' high school backlash is an infinite round trip for you to scratch, black-eyed fly, leave your pupils open, and pass away with a white eye strip of general cramps with your eyeballs, and go home half-ass and go again! Yeah, leave Mr. Snake and Mr. Tentacles out, too? Yeah, my body seems to be in good shape, too. Let's get back on track.

"" Hey, ah! Uhhh... Uhh, uhh, uhh! Mm-hmm!........................ (Endless?) "?