Sanzen no Souru Supina

It was in the form of a king.

Snow remembers the beginning of everything.

I'm no longer sure how long ago that happened, but I can still vividly remember what happened.

It gushed out from the hole in the dimension of Ashlee's chest that had fainted by releasing [From the inside of his soul] too much.

Powerful [After Ideal].

In the original real world, from that "height of desire", it was not realized, but only allowed to exist in people's hearts ─ ─ only in their dreams [from the side of dreams].

It gushed out like a geyser, swirling around like a raging storm, receiving flesh in the darkness of the palace at its end.

It coagulated into a human potato [that].

If the resemblance was to be expressed in words ─ ─ it would have to be described as another asshole.

No, if you want to name it more correctly, it would be better to call it "Ashley Dow as the ideal king who has reached the [wish] expected by the people and has become a complete body".

In fact, Snow, who was once in opposition to him, was already blind.

A true [Ideal] is one that is not allowed to be ignored by others.

Because it is a manifestation of the deep desire and thirst for the arrival of the human being who has witnessed it.

Snow is captured by the overwhelming sense of kinghood and the pressure of being (beating).

The body is drawn to you by the strong [Chikara].

drawn in as a physical phenomenon, not as a metaphor.

Oh, and Snow suddenly came to an understanding.

That's a hole.

A pit opened in the space of time that swallows up everything and makes it mine.

Attractive and confusing, someone wants to be "in that hand (...)".

It is nothing but a passageway that leads to an ideal area, even if it had the appearance of a human being.

A gaze reminiscent of Yugadir, who once dreamed of being his father.

In front of such a young man, the girl trembles.

Standing in the costume of the king, he was certainly Snow's ideal.

It was my own Ashlee, Dow.

"Thank you, Snowmarte." Thanks to you, I was able to make this figure a reality. I want to say thank you. "

With his palms up, the ideal man calls Snow.

and a voice that contains the like of the unbelievable.

Be graceful as if to invite you to dance.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, t

One or two steps forward.

It's not my will.

That man could press his [wish] against others simply by using words without touching his hands.

The appearance of [Chikara] twisting reality, where an anomaly exists.

An understanding that once Snow would not have thought of would shake the brain.

The absurd reasoning of [Chikara] can now be understood as if it were normal.

It is a book of magic (Grimoire) that breathes in Snow: "Chiral" owned by Vibro Valeri, a practice that made it possible to accumulate history with its flesh written as pages (pages).

Snow can already unconsciously search and browse it as a physical sensation.

No, I'll do it.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

The man's eyes were shining golden, as if they were stars in the void.

It was impossible.

At the very least, it wasn't the real Ashlee.

"No, you're not. You're not my knight!" It's not an ashlee! "

Snow exclaimed as she thought of the damaged asshole lying behind her.

If the bitterly groaning ashlee was a reality, it was obvious that this phenomenon in front of me was "where it came from" and "what kind of person it is".

The Night Demon Knight, whom we once called ourselves the Star of Hope: Snow, who lost Yugadir that way, already knew.

This is a person belonging to the "Ideal Garden", no, it is a phenomenon (...).

"Do what is not in my heart.It's not a kneading of waste. "

The ideal man looked mysteriously at the demon's daughter.

The behavior feels like it can seep out, and I can understand the size of the man's vessel even if I don't like it.

That's terrible for Snow.

It is more frightening than anything to be “far more ideal” than a real person.

Seeing how Snow looked like, the man smiled as he removed the fist that was hitting his chin.

"I understand why you refuse me."Well, you want to get my attention.That's right, you were such a girl. "

Then you don't have to do that anymore.

"I came to you (...) in accordance with [Wish]"

I'm already here.

Laughing cheerfully, the man took a step forward.

Zzzz, zzzz, zzzz, zzzz, zzzz, zzzz, zzzz, zzzz, zzzz, zzzz, zzzz, zzzz, zzzz, zzzz, zzzz, z

Snow stood in the way of the man with her hands wide open.

"Shit, don't come. Don't come this way!"I won't let you cum, I won't let you cum! "

This man knew exactly what Snow wanted for his ideal ashlee.

Why did you come here?

What is going to happen in the future?

“Why are you so stubborn?My deeds are the fulfillment of your ideals.Don't be afraid. You just have to leave me to it. "

As expected, the man slowly took the second step.

Tickle, tickle, and the body is attracted again.

It's as if you can put your arms around your hips and hold on to them.

Much stronger than before.

I can see that the sole of the shoe scrapes.

The powerful [Chikara] is at work.

Snow was already doing his best just by stepping on it.

"No, don't come!" Or else! "

"Otherwise, what are you going to do?"

"All right," the man smiles.

Laughing at Innocent.

Sweet voice as if it was heartbreaking.

That's why Snow refused.

I remember the pain that the [Spindle] that I had been given to Ashlee one day caused me to curl up.

That's how we feel connected.

The sparks rise as our hearts caress each other.

The pain that makes my ego disappear.

But I can't help but touch it.

Ask for it.

Seek each other out.

That's why this sweetness is different!

"I won't give it to you, I won't give it to Ashlee!"

The ideal man stared at Snow, who shook his head and cried like a frightened child, with a troubled face.

"When you don't give it to me, did you? But look, you adorable Snowmelt.And the man who fell down on his face.The price of the incredible [After Ideal] obtained from the opening of [Soul] was for all of his people.By throwing everything, he made a miracle possible.I am the price of all that, and the fruits of what he has accomplished (...). "

I mean, this is a fair deal.

"He... that human, Ashleigh Dow, summoned me with all his sacrifices.""Ideal Garden" was lowered to the ground.Instead, he is turned over to The Ideal.As part of the great heroism, it will be told forever. "

"Saying that ─ ─ I know that."You're a fiction. It's a story.Although it seems ideal, a human named Ashle Dow is the ideal king created by our [Wish], for which my knight throws and beats everything he owns!But that's, that's not it! "

You may be our ideal, but you smiled at me alive, not that asshole!

"To help the girl who was involved, I was always in trouble, indecisively drooling and fainting with the nosebleed of the skeleton pussy. I jumped into the dead ground and became wounded and hoarse. Even then, it was not that knight who stood up as many times as I wanted to keep my promise!"

Snow looked back at Ashlee, who remained unconscious and did not return.

A weak pulse, a low body temperature if someone is not sleeping with you, and a painful breathing.

He looked like a worn-out cloth with scratches all over his body.

However,

"I'm a knight here, so I won't let you do anything on your own!"

"That girl is right.Let us return, O great king, to the place where thou art supposed to be. "

The voice that supported Snow came from a low place.