Master’s Smile

"So, it's okay, Master?

If Crankheit asked worryingly, the master laughed a little pale but fine.

Currently, they were walking inside Demon King's Castle.

Crankheit is at the side of his fluttering master, helping him walk for what he deserves.

Of course, the master is the only one she devotes so much to, even if she's one of the same guild buddies...... no, it's them who will be putting in even one of the kicks by mocking her all the time.

Crankheit was quite happy.

After Anato came out, he was a crank-height who was in a blatant mood for not being alone anymore, but somehow he left himself because Anato had something to do.

I've never been happier then.

Well, it doesn't seem like she wanted to get away from the master's side because Anato's smile was so tight, either way for Crankheit.

It is important to her that she is the only one who will continue to act with her master.

Perhaps Anato is moving into the aftertreatment of this commotion.

If it's true, you wanted to do it with the master, but now the master is not an exaggeration when it comes to full creation.

He used his magic quite a bit in relation to Satanism, and then Satanikia and the spiritual stirrups, which is the paperwork hell he would be waiting for.

Originally, a terribly overprotective anato against the master could not drive him, no matter how much for his own desires.

But it's also true that someone has to move to contain the confusion.

Thus, Anato was reluctantly alone in cleaning up the mess, which meant that the only crankheight that wasn't mentally contaminated supported the fluffy master.

"(Heh, heh... Oh, the demons were depressing people, but this is all I appreciate...)"

The other members will be tired from what they were each contending for, and they will have to deal with what they did.

Exactly, now is a great opportunity to flirt with the master.

"(Ma, carry the master to bed. Whatever happened there, it's not my fault...)"

Crankheit laughs guffawfully, thinking about something very dangerous for the master.

The master, who is glad to have his support, also turns his gaze slightly by feeling something with Zokri.

I don't realize there is a cause of that chill right next to me......

But there was someone else noticing even if the master didn't notice.

"Yikes!?

Talk about it, the water falls all the way down, and Crankheit takes it all on his body without being able to avoid it at all.

Being a home called Demon King's Castle and the fact that members of The Army of Salvation (Yerkchilla) were completely alarmed because they thought they were busy with post-processing was why Crankheit couldn't move at all.

"The master is a great length - -"

"Of course, you'll be fine. There's no way the Awkward is watering the Master."

Crankheit guides you more about the master you were next to than about yourself.

It was the voice of a deaf woman, not his kind voice, who answered her words like that.

I can't open my eyes because the water has fallen or fallen, but this characteristic tone... I don't have to open my eyes to know who it is.

"Sorgross...!

It was the stalker proud of "The Army of Salvation (Yerkutilla)" who was pulling his master tightly to keep him out of the water...... he was originally the best solgloss in the world.

I'm angry that you're purposefully holding my arms and pressing my chest.

"No, Lord Crankheit is still sweet, too. Lord Anato wasn't the only one who could avert this commotion."

"Shit......!

Yes, it is true that Anato was not the only one who had not been invaded by mental contamination and fought in this demonic commotion.

Neither did Solgros' figure, nor did he find Crankheit.

It's just that while almost everyone was being chased away for cleanup, she totally forgot about Sorgross, whose mood was exhilarated by that fact.

"Well, when Lord Crankheit pushed down the master, he managed to watch him patiently, so from now on, I'd like to ask the awkward to give up the master"

Solgloss always stalks his master.

When you really have a mission or errand, it's enough to detach and monitor a part of your body.

There's no way she hasn't seen that time when Crankheit, who made her emotions daunt as Asmodeus, pushed her master down.

Though it was a solgloss that bred hatred about spraying him with venom that would make his whole body spatter, he missed out on the fact that Crankheit was pretty close to his master and that Solgloss himself was part of his body, not his body, so he couldn't manipulate it well.

"I don't know, that's not true. When did you do something like that?

Crankheit, I wear a cat... rather than an Asmodeus face comes out.

Looks like you need to punish the stalker woman in front of you a little.

By the way, when I went to that village and wore a black cloth, Crankheit had not contaminated my spirit at all.

Items like Adrimelok's one-handed creation can't even work for Crankheit, the magical user of the mental system.

That's a plan to use the cloth as a big name to attack the master.

Well, that got in the way of Sorgross......

"Mostly, the master would be annoying if you pulled me off. With such a poor body after such a laradi..."

"... what?

A puffy erupting crank height.

By the way, if you say it in simple breast size, Solgloss is better than she is.

However, Crankheit is able to create a hue that is not just good in style.

"Huh. Asmodeus, who is a stalker and a lust, is obvious to the man… who is attractive to the master."

The colour of Asmodeus emitted at the same time as you say it.

intense as if visualized.

Had it not been for the Master's iron will, Crankheit would have devoured him. In a sexual sense.

Normally, a much-rolled place to admit defeat.

But the sorgros were different today.

"Phew... If you think this is all the awkwardness, it's a big mistake."

"What?

Sorgross laughs in a nibble and cloth, removing a sleigh and something from his nostalgia.

"Oh, that's... Huh!

"Phew... Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!

Crankheit with his eyes open in amazement and Solgloss laughing invincibly.

What she took out was a cylinder with lots of water in it.

And Sorgross drinks it all away.

The water drips off his mouth to too much momentum, falling on his chest to wet the place.

"If so, stupid...... Sorgross' chest shouldn't have swelled enough to accept falling droplets...... Huh!?

What is more, Sorgros has always tightened his chest with exposure, and it can be said that its ups and downs are very scarce.

And yet, why...?

When the Wonderful Crankheit gazes at his chest, he sees a startling sight.

"Mm, my chest is... swollen...!?

Slowly, but surely your chest is swelling.

It was a Crankheit who was keeping an eye on such an impossible sight, but soon realizes who he is.

"Oh well! You, trying to absorb moisture and make a chest......!

"Ha-ha-ha, very much. Don't like the way you say it. It's very, very good, but you're right...!

Solgloss is slime. That is, it is one nucleus and moisture that make up her body.

In other words, as long as you have moisture, you can easily change the way your body is made.

Now she was in the middle of hydrating and increasing her chest volume.

"It's sloppy!

"Phew... it's too late!

Solgloss throws away the empty cylinder.

At the same time, the slight softness that was hitting the master's arm increased the mass at once to envelop his arm.

To this, the master is surprised too.

"Pfft. Master, what do you think? Awkward, they seem to think you're the next poorest of Lord Laradi and Lord Crankheit, but it's also possible to be binary in this way."

I wonder if the exposures that were tightening my chest flew, puffy and soft as a chunk of water on my master's arm. That pushes me.

Master's fatigue increases.

"I won't let you do that!

"Nah!?

Crankheit also holds onto the arm of a loser and master.

And wield the full colour tone as the Asmodeus you usually hide.

"Sorgross' is the body of the crop in question. Mine's real, and it's Asmodeus, the great demon who had lust? Which will please the master?"

The colour of Asmodeus was so intense that even saints could cage in.

Note that only fatigue builds up in the master.

In the first place, it's been a very dark day.

Satanism infiltrated an endemic village and flew large numbers with metamagic, restoring nature as the aftermath of Crankheit's disfigurement, Satanikia invaded my spirit and repelled me, paperwork Hell in my mind.

His mind and body are already worn out.

"The body of the awkward is real too! This should be confirmed by asking the master to do a" no-one interrogation "!

"Even the real ones are different in character! Asmodeus!? I am that Asmodeus!? It would be better for me!

In other words, there was no stopping them from grabbing their arms and yelling at each other in this way, and the master took his white eyes off and passed out.