The Strongest Level 0 Aikido Practitioner, Now, Here I Come to a Different World!

"Hey, you! You were looking at my breasts right now! Seriously, it's creepy! This body of mine got dirty because of you! Hey, Doctor, don't you think this guy sucks? Guzz with scraps, into the habit of the bottom garbage bastard of the class. '

'Come on, Ho Na Fruit, you're too good for whatever it takes. I can't believe it's class filth.'

"But I've been sighted and raped."

"Uh-oh. I can't believe Satoru looked at Ho Nao with disgusting eyes and rubbed his chest. Isn't that a mistake for Ho Nao?"

The last West Island statement was made so loud that it sounded daring during the class.

Then the students who heard about it gather to see what it was.

If you look from Satoru, it's a farcical exchange that the two of you always do.

"Oh, come on, Satoru, what a demented act to a classmate is a grand and bold day."

"Satoru is a saiter. I really wish I'd just died. '

"You're going to have a bad class vibe because of Temehe at all! You don't know!

I know you. This guy was just staring at Hono's chest during class. It's so creepy. "

"This needs to be punished."

After being asked about the exchange, Satoru continued to suffer unspoken violence from his classmates (mainly the three known as 2A land, sea and air) in front of Nishijima and Honago.

How many times has this happened - and both Nishima and Honago laughed with pleasure as they watched Satoru continue to be torn apart from the class.

Satoru still remembered that as he saw the face of Baijima sleeping comfortably in bed.

From time to time I hear it, I love my teacher, two things sprout to kill me.

Each of those hands held a small knife found in the room.

Scroll up the futon cleverly with it.

"Uh-huh."

Bajima leaned back on me in good shape. A nasty breast of a woman who is still a born figure pops into Satoru's eyes.

At the time, Satoru did his best just to endure repeated abuses on an obstinate daily basis.

I didn't have time to settle my mind when I was in school.

There was no way Satoru would want to see such a waste of meat just because he was big.

In spite of this, this woman cursed Satoru with perverts and morons. As I appeal to my classmates to please Nishijima...

There is no mercy for such a hundred islands.

"Hey, come on, get up, you whore!

Screaming, Satoru shook that knife down to his left and right breasts.

A blow from the left and right puts the fat from the chest into the back without hesitation.

"Huh? hi, hijugi no no no no no! Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch. No, no! Ahhhh!"

"Is it finally happening? Yeah, she's a total hustler."

Looking down at Baijima with a disdainful look, he scratches gritty with a knife that swallows more meat.

"Oh, no! Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!

The screams are messed up in the room. It's something that the surrounding villagers are likely to notice if you raise all this loudness, but there's no pull around it.

Standing near the entrance is Leonard XXXIII of the Book of Demons.

He has a limb close to a man with the head of a black goat. He's a smart demon whose whole body is covered in black hair, but who also weaves black robes on his body.

With six elongated fingers, the tip has a swirl-shaped wooden cane. Because this demon is familiar with all sorts of magic, this room is equipped with a magical Eighth Gate style surgical silent.

This is magic that manipulates the atmosphere and doesn't leak any sound out of range.

Magic exists from Gate 1 to Gate 12 with its rank represented by gates, the most difficult being Gate 1.

Apart from the common magic gates, there are many types of them, such as the Sacred Way Gate. Except for the Heavenly Way Gate, Shinto Gate, and other special gates, for example, if you are a general magician, it is best to open up to the seventh gate. If you can open up to the eighth gate or the seventh gate, you will be treated as a senior magician. However, most magicians are superior if you can open about the ninth gate.

If you can open first from the seventh gate, you will be regarded as a magician and a respected being, and if you can open first from the third gate, you will be worshipped as a great magician.

And Satoru serves and the devil, Leonard, assumes the role of a demonic conductor in the devil.

That is why this degree of wind magic can be exercised with ease.

"Does it hurt? Is it painful? Ha, no, it's not."

Laughing, floating with joy. And once he stopped his deciding hand, Baijima glanced at Satoru in tears.

"You, Sa, Satoru! Why are you here, Gigi!

Screw the blade in again. Because he was open to repeated questions like an idiot.

"I'm not free enough to keep answering such retarded questions, either. You just have to understand that I'm here for revenge. Keep screaming softly and comfortably."

"Ugh, guh, oh, you did this, Doctor, but you didn't shut up!

Spit out a much stronger dialogue. But I couldn't help but think the words were strange to Satoru.

"You're a real idiot. We slept together until just now. He's gone, isn't he? So you kind of guess. Normal."

"No way, you! Teacher!"

Show a sneer at the reaction.

"I haven't (...) killed you yet. Congratulations. He dumped you."

Keep an eye out. I tremble my shoulders with Wana Wana. And repeat the lie...... lie, and whine.

"Well, that's why. What are you gonna do, beg for your life?

"... so, who's in the crumbs like you! You sick, freakin 'huntin' shit! I don't believe it! I can't believe they dumped me!

On the contrary, Satoru was pleased that his attitude had not changed at all in this situation.

Otherwise it's not funny.

"What are you laughing at, you creep! I can't believe you! I'm not scared! Fab Bust Pie -"

"Oh, I'm sorry, but the inquisitor won't wholesale it."

"Muggu!?"

As Satoru crouched his jaw, one tentacle stretched and blocked Baijima's mouth.

This is the 280th Ibilroper's place of business, which Leonard and I used separately.

This demon is a looking demon, such as a giant isoginchuk, who manipulates tentacles grown from his body and uses them to capture and attack prey.

"I know your skills. He had the title of Mage of Fire. You like burning your opponent? I can't believe you used fire not only in bed, but also in battle."

"Whoo! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

His mouth is blocked with tentacles, and his hands and feet are still deprived of their freedom by tentacles.

It is impossible to escape this tentacle in the status of the magical system, although it tries to turn itself around and unravel desperately.

"Ooh, that's a great shape. But your only means of attack is magic. You can't chant, you can't engrave, you can't stand it now, can you?

"Mugg, oogg, oogg"

Baijima listens to Satoru's dialogue and complains about something in tears.

"What a long time you've grown up. You can even put a tear on your face like that. But don't worry, there's a perfectly interesting way for you."

With such a damned grin, Satoru pulls out a left and right knife pierced in its big breast.

Baijima's face was distorted in agony.

And without getting into her hair for a while, Lopa's tentacles dive into her worn breast wound.

"Oh!?"

"Oh, come on. He said don't look like that. This is good for you, too. Anyway, this Lopa can instill magic in the target through his tentacles..."

After you have spoken that far, do it, Ibilropa, when Satoru commands, the tentacles diving into the wound glow blue and white, pouring magic into the chest of Baijima with doku and pump-like movements.

"Come on, Baijima. This magic power is a little special and swells from the beginning - and that's what I mean."

"Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Suddenly Baijima opened her eyes and stared at her own chest.

The magic poured out of the lopa swells - it's pouring it into your chest.

I mean, now her breasts are swelling up and up and saying.

It's like bread full of East fungus.

"Ha ha ha! That's amazing! What do you say? Would you be happy? I'm so proud of those big tits! You always bragged in the classroom, didn't you? You seduced Nishijima with this, didn't you? Those breasts are getting bigger and bigger. Ha, look, it's swelling up to about double."

"Ugh! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

"Right, right, so happy? I deserve to have chosen your nasty milk with a knife on purpose too. I'm sorry to hear that."

Say that much, hoist the nibble and the corner of your mouth.

"This state of yours is finally the same as a balloon. I mean, it's like putting plenty of air in so much nasty rubber milk. But naturally there are limits to that."

"Ugh, but ah"

Baijima's expression gradually turns into something that seems painful.

Her bragging breasts like that are already so full of magic that her upper body is hidden, that is, almost to the limit.

But still, from the tentacles, the sole keeps pouring - and finally.

- Paaaaaaaaaaaa!

Exactly as a balloon that pumped a lot of air, it sounded like a huge burst, and Baijima's proud boobs blew flashly.

Blood splashes, fragmented pieces of waste meat scattered around.

But Satoru doesn't look dirty. Because all the blood tides and flesh pieces poured down on Satoru were bounced by the aeroarmor exercised by Leonard, the devil's guide.

"... I didn't know he was still alive."

Satoru told him to squeal as his proud breasts bounced brilliantly and looked down at Baijima, which was in worse shape than the slab.

It's just to the extent that even if you say you're alive, you're still breathing, and there's no mistake that it's a bug breath.

"But just fine. I got a good souvenir in Nishijima."

Satoru spoke in acknowledgment of the thorax of Baijima, where the hole was empty, and reached for it, playing a weak heartbeat with Tokutoku.

"Ah." Ga, gu, ru, j, no. "

Then he eagles his stripped heart, grips it, and enjoys its final reaction.

"... this is the punishment you took to ridicule me and abuse the scum people. If you find out, miserably, die!

It seeps through his temper, angers his voice, and - Satoru is forced to pull through the heart of Hundred Island.

The unpleasant sound of Buthibuchi and Baijima's final scream struck his ear.

The eyes of a desperate, underprivileged woman were open, bloody liquid dripping from her nose and mouth, and faecal urine dripping from her less tight lower body.

That was such an unusual and ugly end.

"You look good in a nasty piece of junk with no brain but a manly charm."

Satoru said so, turning back his heel, and with the help of the devil, he left the village and hurried on his feet to the south woods.