Mannen D-rank No Chuunen Boukensha, Yotta Ikioi De Densetsu No Ken Wo Hikkonuku

I was alone, haunting my head in a tent.

"Even so, I don't know what to do... That would suck if you were heretically certified by the Virgin..."

The Temple of Rares also has a strong influence on the Royal Palace.

Turning the Virgin to the enemy would be tantamount to turning the country to the enemy.

Or, you can't let a man destroy Wenus in a big way.

... What can I say, I don't think this guy is an evil sword.

"Where did that Wenus go?

The inside of the sheath was empty.

I guess he went to the cabin again, humanizing it and saying, "I'm going to sleep with the girls."

Really, it's the one that doesn't brace.

"... well, that's good"

I put my thoughts back in the right direction.

Isabella may take my side, but in her, a nobleman, she cannot defy the royal palace.

If you do poorly, you'll even get involved with her.

If this happens, do we have to flee the country?

I don't care if it's just me... it's not like I'm attached to this country.

But Aria and the others have families in this country.

Anyway, when I get back to Raas, I'll go see the Virgin and ask her the truth, directly.

It could be a fight if we do poorly, but we should be able to get away with it now.

Celestina and the others have been defeated.

"What can I do to think about it?"

When I finished my lonely thought time, I took the bottle out of the backpack.

It is a wine bought in the city of Laas.

I had it stored in the shadow of Krusche, and I was going to enjoy it slowly... because the liquor I left in my backpack was drunk by Lara.

There are no loud saintly knights here, and no elves pressing for a physical relationship.

All I have to do is sleep drunk.

That's what I thought, and I drank Gabe's wine.

Soon the drunkenness turns around and I feel better.

"Ha, nah, nah! I don't know, I'm the one under the sky. I don't know how shitty this is, but one thing is, I'm the one who keeps telling you... whoa!

I roll around in a narrow tent all by myself summoning a dialogue that might change the blood phase if the listener listens.

And that was then.

There were footsteps approaching the tent.

"Who?

Who does what with a tongueless voice?

Well, it's probably one of the family princesses.

Last night the Saints were watching closely, so they slept over there with a lot of people.

But now the position is reversed.

Still, I understood implicitly that I should just stop today, but I must have probably become intolerable.

Damn, who did that to such a body...... it was me! Ha ha!

Yes, I'm drunk.

But against that expectation...

"... and excuse me"

It was Celestine who opened the tent and came in.

Eyes that dye your cheeks red somewhere shy, but at the same time make you feel determined.

Of course, weapons and protective equipment are in the shadows of the Kruschet, so it would not mean that they came alone to raid in the middle of the night.

It's not even that atmosphere.

"What have you done?

"... Dear Lucas"

When I was intoxicated and tilted her neck without any particular vigilance, she suddenly came to the scene.

"Please make me your princess."

...... hmm?

What are you talking about, this girl?

You've been saying no scattered harlems or no prenup negotiations, so what's with this change of heart?

Besides, she's a holy knight.

I was supposed to be required to be single.

Doubts boil in the corner of my head, but now I'm in a drunken state.

I immediately gave up thinking deeply,

"Ha-ha-ha, okay, okay! If you say so much, hold him. Huh!

I accepted the situation lightly.

Celestine stood up and took off her clothes with a ready face.

The clothes he was wearing fell to the floor and his naked body was exposed.

"Ugh..."

I'm shy enough to groan, but even take my underwear off.

A huge double hill was liberated.

"Whoa, so..."

I accidentally leak an exclamation.

I certainly didn't expect it to be big, but I didn't know it was this big.

Probably had a pretty tight push in his underwear.

But now, its true appearance was under the daylight - or it was being exposed to my eyes.

Though I'm trying to hide it with my arms, it's as if I haven't hidden it out.

"Oh, please... oh, don't look too giddy..."

I don't care if they say that.

You see, if you're a man.

I'd rather suck my eyes off on my own.

And what a nasty and nasty thing to be ashamed of.

Aria's perfectly shaped breasts are great too, but this violently sized breast, arguably this mass of motherhood, was no less attractive than it was.

I want to rub it.

I want to rub it.

All right?

'Cause you're purposefully poking me in front of me, and you mean rub me, right?

"... or be gentle... for the first time, so..."

When they said that in a fine voice with crying eyes, they could no longer push the beastiality in me or anything else.

I rubbed it so bad after this.