Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Taller than the taller calcirust, he swung through his fist.

Wow, that's fast. This, then. Even Master Calci Rust.

Dear Calcirust, kneeling and wearing a blow on the sides of the scratch.

"Looks like he hit a tire. You're working out."

"Ooh. My hobby is muscular."

The giant man jerks off the jab. One, two, three...

Dear Calci Rust avoided in light steps. I won't hit it.

"You, don't do it. You don't know what I did?

"I refuse. It's terrible."

"Are you a master of mouth too? I like it more and more."

"Can you afford to be talking?

"Of course I do. I'm not serious yet."