Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

(Yep, yep!? Oh, I mean, a teacher, a child... abuba, yeah, yeah!? This face, with this character!?

No, of course there are people that say that at that age, but nevertheless, the gap between appearance and words and deeds would be too harsh.

Or I want that protruding right hand gone. Because I have trouble with the way my eyes work.

Growing up in Lower Town, and surprisingly translated even into a sensual novel, Leo, who devoted all of his desires to gold, wasn't actually good at the topic of this hand.

Nori often does enough to hammer, but it still seems a little early to me, and it was so much more fun discussing the money-making formula.

Turning to stunned Leo, Gustav said, "Surprised?" He clapped his shoulders and dropped a further bomb.

"I have won the position of being said to be closest to the best mentor on my own, even though I refuse to get a sperm."

…………

No, that's because.

(You refused a woman, so you're close to being a wise man, aren't you?

I don't know if anywhere else, but there's a rumor in Richiert that when a man defends "it" until he's forty, he can be a wise man.

(Duh, what am I supposed to do? Good luck with the forty, is that a good word?

Leo was distressed.

One of my brothers, who has already graduated from the orphanage, once said, "What the hell can I protect against someone who can't even protect 'it'! When I heard you scream, I honestly said," Are you a brother? -! "I have a bitter memory of being beaten up in a grand way when I applaud him.

The finesse of the mind around here seemed to require careful handling because of the complexity of the baldness issue as well.

Nevertheless, what the hell is the church thinking of giving him two terrible names for being a "sex knight" in the Sage Reserve?

Would it be okay if I mimic the response to that?

"Uh... uh, the thing, the church, you know?

"Oh? Naturally, right? The status of a wise man is certified by the Church."

When asked for a snack, Gustav gave the answer in his face just wondering why he would ask, so Leo silenced only this time.

I thought a church was a clean and charitable organization, but how could it be, it seems, a well-ventilated environment?

The way I dig it is bold too.

Shut up,

"What's up? Don't you have any words?"

and Gustav is hunting me down.

Leo was on his way.

"... why do you say that?"

I can't see why Gustav suddenly started waving about women's own experience when he was just explaining business.

What am I supposed to do, he's lowering his eyebrows, Gustav said.

"I can't allow a guy like you to talk cheaply about sperm aid."

…………

"To be qualified to speak truly is to know what service and devotion are - people like my sister."

"... sister...?

Come here. It's a new phase.

Blurring and repeating that word, Gustav carved a grin sarcastically.

"Oh. Unlike you, she's a real Virgin. I loved and loved water more than anyone else. On that road, so much so that they say there's nothing to go out to the right."

Do you mean the flower path of the water?

(Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. I don't know.)

Leo unconsciously hands on his forehead and tries to organize the story.

(Uh - the teacher doesn't like women... well, she has no experience, aims to be a sage,... and only the number one sister in the water can tell the teacher about women. Huh? What's that, Ciscon?

If so, what a deep business.

I just thought there was or a bloodthirsty teacher, and despair was deep again.

To the outgoing Leo, Gustav turned his face again and whispered as if spinning a good word.

"If you understand, don't just go home, fake Virgin. I won't tell you how cheap I am to help. I'll keep this group covered."

That said, Leo grips it all the time with his left hand, snatching a much wetter note.

So Leo hastily took hold of him.

"Oh, no! Give it back, please!

Apparently I found myself in a bad mood for him.

But that's why they don't take up commercial tools.

As he jumped off the chair and was jumping pimply to retrieve his notes from the long-lasting Gustav, he frowned with that riddled and neat brow and murmured, "You're a punishable guy".

And you grabbed both hands Leo was stretching, and you pushed them against the wall.

"Wah!"

A specimen of a butterfly stabbed in the wall appears every now and then, and a scream leaks unexpectedly.

Gustav laughed spirally at Leo like that, taking his jaw with the other hand that was empty.

(Hii!)

When Natalia was jaw-quickened, hey, Leo watched her swallow, except when she was going to be.

Peeping at close range, Leo looked back at him with a faded face.

"The First Prince of the Empire. Son of a millionaire. Folks. They seem to like to be flattened. Should I tell you this way?

I can stroke my lips with my thumb.

Leo shuddered himself for a long time at that compelling trick.

Not the occasions or the fears. Just grand, nasty.

(Let me, Doctor, soon you will be the sage, the familiar carnivorous performer. Whoa!

That's right.

To Leo, who no longer knew Gustav was "yes," his carnivorous behavior, however attached to the board, was nothing but frozen spines.

The more natural that is.

"Ya... Oh, no, no..."

"Oh? Did you suddenly get scared?

"Not so...!

Leo wanted me to stop being truthful.

I didn't want him to run to the story any more, masochistically.

But Gustav deepens his grin and strengthens the power of his restrained hands so that he doesn't notice Leo's thoughts at all.

"Don't worry, I'll be nice to you, okay?

"………………"

Leo jammed his voice all the way to the destructive power of that dialogue.

Can I be in a hurry or can I burst into laughter or can I be afraid anymore?

I can't stop sweating cold.

"Ya, stop, please......!

Leo repeatedly stopped.

It's not for himself, it's for himself.

I'm sure this memory will be his black history when one day he will be blessed with the opportunity to abandon "it" and go off the road to the wise.

"Why, do you do this? This, the teacher himself, just hurts!

"What?

"The truth is, anxiety, haste, there is that, no? Then admit it, you should! This way, not take...!

"... what, have a mouth like I understand"

Gustav frowns.

But arm restraints loosened. Apparently, he had something on his mind.

Leo didn't miss the opportunity and shook off his thick arm with all his strength.

Silence falls in the narrow indoors.

To that awkwardness, Leo bit his lips all the way down.

(Uh...)

I don't know why this has happened, but if you represent awkwardness in a ten-step evaluation, I know that now is about thirteen awkward.

Because no matter how much I did for him, I slashed the carnivorous men's theater all over Gustav.

He's a sage reserve, he's a Ciscon, he's an esse carnivorous instructor who runs right into painful stories, but still, he's a warm teacher who closes his eyes to the student Oita and decides he didn't have any compensation.

If I could, I didn't want to leave any obsession with him.

(If you're shy that you don't have any experience, I'll give you a discount voucher for the flower district you're handing out behind the orphanage... the teacher is looking to be a wise man, if you say so...?

No, maybe that's self-inflicted, too, actually.

This hand story is hard to grasp sincerity for Leo, who has no life experience.

"You..."

"Um..."

That's why Leo, for one thing, decided to think and tell him the best he could do right now.

Looks like Gustav's about to say something, but I don't mind continuing.

"And indeed, right now, I, the teacher's feelings, I don't know. But... I want to understand, I think."

It's a far future, such as the age of forty, and I've never thought about women's experiences at all before, but maybe all of it is a proposition that bothers me too.

Trying to get my thoughts around it was probably what I needed as a man.

Gustav quietly opens his eyes.

Leo took that gaze straight and let it snort.

"Time, please. Me too, I'll think about it. About teacher's misery, anxiety, that sort of thing."

Finally, stand still and look at the cut end of the note Gustav shoved into his nostalgia.

Because if you just remember the part that sticks out, it's bound to help you reproduce the formation.

"Leonora von Harkenberg. You are -"

"Excuse me, I will"

Now is the time.

Before any more sermons threaded in an incredible direction, and, Leo slipped just past Gustav's side and popped out of the penance room.

"Leonora!"

Upon exiting the door, the three princes immediately stopped him.

Apparently he was worried and waited for me.

Leo laughed furiously,

"Sorry to keep you waiting, I did. Sermon, over."

I shook my hands flinchingly to appeal that I was safe.

I still can't hide the upset in the development of the shock in the second half, but I have received a great deal of attention to the compensation of the diocese where it is at stake.

It's a bad result.

But the princes, who saw Leo's hands, somehow made his face tense at that moment.

"... does the sermon and the preaching of the mentor include grabbing your arm and restraining it?

Ice blue eyes stare at the reddened Leo's arms.

Leo shouted, "Ah!" and as he sheltered his arms, he rushed to search for words.

"Yeah, no, um... you know, when they took the note, I was, like, rammed, and a little, scolded."

I don't have a brother-in-law to shelter Gustav, but when I talk about the Wall Don Jaw Qui Theatre all over me, I will soon have to talk about his experience and the deep sister and brother love of his business.

I felt that there was just not much to expose such stories to on their own in front of this, albeit seemingly experienced,

"I said I was scolded, so..."

"He's the bastard who looked down, he..."

Rolf or Oscar is fading blue.

"Hey, what happened? Tell me more, Leonora."

As far as the Oscars are concerned, even the colour of the plea comes to mind.

While appreciating his brother's character, Leo, not at all happy that he was approached by a man - and about this one, there are circumstances where he doesn't want to talk about his history - made his face tense and retreated behind him.

"No... that's a little..."

"Why not. Didn't they see something terrible?"

"Terrible...... no, you know, I'm fine. Besides, I can't do it on my own."

Again, I think this kind of content is a sensitive topic that also passes for baldness.

With his mouth tied, he saw Leo shaking his head as he sifted as he faded, and Oscar said, "Leonora!" and raised an irritating voice,

- Let's not, Senior Oscar.

Unsurprisingly, the prince praised it.

"What? Aren't you worried?"

"Don't you think I'm worried? But when this happens, she won't open her mouth, and - I don't think it's best to force her to ask frightening questions."

To a quiet voice, Oscar looks up all the time. He leaks to spit out "... damn," small,

"I'm sorry"

and apologized and took a distance.

"No... Um, this way"

Keeping silent with Oscar, who seems to be worrying me, is as painful as it is with Leo.

While apologizing for the blur, at the same time Leo again turned his grateful gaze to the prince.

(Prince Nice!

Exactly no more wall don was a too-match, so his stopping would be greatly appreciated.

Nevertheless, when there was once an Oscar baldness problem, it's the first time the prince has grown up that I don't think he's been interrogating me by planting a wall dong jaw qui combo.

After all, time will grow people, and when they grow up, men will graduate from the flirtatious act of wall dong, etc. Leo was convinced he was smudged.

(so the teacher can "graduate" as soon as possible...... I wonder if there's anything I can do to help)

I think Leo was sheltered or worried by the three seniors a long time ago.

Being crazy probably brings tickling feelings to people - after all, it's not a bad thing.

Let's see if there's anything we can do for Gustav, who missed the compensation. - To the extent that it doesn't hang gold.

So determined, Leo somehow followed the diocese with the three who remained mysteriously faceted.