Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Oh, chavon balls. They range in size from beads to adult fists. Oh, that's unnatural. No one is blowing it. I wonder where it came from. Where is the starting point? I look around like a lazy, leisurely housewife who keeps her neighbor's neck long and observes. There is still no sign of those shishimans.

Oh, I feel uncomfortable in my mouth. What is it? When I take out my hand mirror and reflect my own mouth, Howan, Howan and one chavon ball after another fly out of my mouth even though I don't have any chavon fluid from my mouth. This is, uh, this is, uh, hey? I wonder if I can talk. I wonder why such a mysterious reality is happening.