Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Neither I nor Master Calcirust will let go of wrapping their hands. Oh, happiness...... I want to stop time......

Could such a happy hour come again? Thinking about it, the tsunami of anxiety pushes over and swallows the beach, as if it were coming to the city......

Calcirast-like body smells warm and good. Aroma or...... Master Kalsilast also says Sung Sung that I am cumming.

Do you have a cold? Like a stuck nose or something? Damn, the perfect calcillast does that... there's no way there is.

Could they be crying? Contempt yourself for holding me somehow? I knew you couldn't be me. I fell in love right away...... like I took a ghost's neck.

You suck. You should get your hands off me. I need to set him free... but I can't do what my hands say. It's like rejecting...

It does scare me. If I let you go, you're going to run off like a wild rabbit...

I want to be beside you all the time...... even if that results in me dying.

Master Calcirasto whispers, "Maricana... Maricana..." rubbing his righteous face against my head.

My back... is this a sign of happiness... or... something else...?