The Prodigy Sefiria’s Overpowering Program

I turned my eyes to the perverted bastard (Oak King), aware of my rapidly cooling mind, who was probably feeling very vain.

"... Hey pervert. If there's anything left to say at the end of the day, I'll ask you."

With that said, when I create a blue and white fire in the other hand with Soti's embrace... Oak King looks terribly messed up and says, "Wait, wait, wait! Talk and you'll see!!" I shouted. I don't want to understand your story.

When Lille and I first met, we finally understood what it meant to be called 'the famous oak king of de perversion'.

"Princess of the Reverse Scale!! Later in life! Please wear this costume!!

"Shut up, pervert!

"I'm not a pervert, I'm a gentleman!

"What a gentleman! Repent what you were born for, you pig!!

"Thank you! Thanks!

Even the surrounding oaks, headed by Oak King, somehow have a tranced look on my curse screaming their poppy arms.

When I met you before, I don't think you just showed the perversion so far...

No, but you usually have that majestic behavior and plenty of push-ups until it's crisp... you sadly remember... Hey, Reggie, is this what demons are all about?

Or is it that the absence of hostile aperillas eliminates the need to fix it or something?

"I'm kidding. I don't have time to hang out. Let's go home, Soti."

"Wait, wait! Seriously, you have good information!? I swear this! I won't let you regret it!?

"I'm already starting to regret coming here."

"Come on, don't look at me with cold eyes like that directed at such rotten raw garbage! You get excited, don't you?

"Mental invincibility."

I'm just talking for a few minutes, but I'm so tired. You've never seen such a pure pervert, Soti holding it in my arm has been solidifying since just now.

I'm starting to feel like even if I'm forced to ask for information anymore, it would be counterproductive simply to hurt me. Because of this, he's the one who seems to be utterly heartbroken even by torture...

But for one thing, I've come up with a way to do a lot of damage to both of those perverts.

"Um, come on... you guys are making a big mistake"

"What? What do you mean?

To the oak king that surprisingly narrows the big Gyoro eyes, I proclaimed exaltedly, delightfully distorting my mouth.

"Because I'm a 'man (...)'!!

At this moment, time definitely stopped.

In a space where no one moves with Pickle, only the sagging of the trees shivers the tympanic membrane.

Again, or something, the Oak Kings who seemed to mistake me for being a girl...... opened their mouths so wide that their jaws seemed to come off, and their eyes so wide that they seemed to spill out of polo.

To this result, I snort and often look good at "Humph".

All right, all right, we did it. Look, Soti, those faces. You laugh, don't you?

... Huh? Why are you even looking surprised at Soti? Didn't Soti know about that, too? "Speaking of which, it was"? Oh, you knew that, right? Did you just forget?

I feel kind of pale. With the oak king trembling voice,

"Ma... are you serious...?

"Yeah, this is really serious. It's on."

In contrast to me laughing invincibly, Oak King finally holds his head.

The surrounding orcs are also struck while saying "nantecotoda......" or "oh god yo......" You perverts.

Now, if you want to draw information, is it now that your heart is weak?

Or should I follow candy and whip theory and draw information by lying about someone bringing in the right pretty girl? I'm not going to see these guys again anyway.

When I'm tapping an evil time bun in my heart, Oak King, who was kneeling on the ground with Gacri, squeezes out his voice.

"Hair as if it had been threaded by extending gold and silver, and white skin as smooth as silk… slurries, long hands and feet, the better the crease, and the queen's (sadistic) gaze rolling out of her face as even as it reminds the inhabitants of the heavens…"

"Don't literally describe a person's appearance!

"You think this is really, really a“ man "?!? No... no..."

"Actually, it is, so it's the only way. Give up that painful hobby-rounded costume and give me the information before I look into your painful eyes. That way..."

"" ant (...) "... right..."

"... huh?

To one word of oak king grumbled with a serious face, I raised a loose voice between them.

Now what?

"Whatever you look like, girl! Because that reality is a boy!! Shame on you! Gap! Disloyal!!

"No, seriously, what..."

"Hey Ome et al!! Isn't this an ant!? Am I the only one with this passion? On the contrary, Ali!! No, rather, Ali!?

"Olemo, Alidato Siu!!

"Agree!!

"Sasga, Dear Oak King!!

To the Orcs who start showing even more excitement than I did when I thought I was a girl, I just lose my word and flatter.

I'm already sneezing around in festival mode on my own. Around the time they started carving up oak kings saying, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!"

I was licking these perverts...

These are monophonic gentlemen.