Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

"I'm not letting you go ahead from here, you understand, bread eater! Slightly!"

Now the milk bread presents itself in the palm of the hand, conscious and manufactured. Kun, smell good. You can't wait for this smell, can you? When you mouth it, a hint of milk flavor spreads all over your mouth. Oops, the spinner shakes, balances, and proceeds with the bike.

"Slightly! Can't you see I'm having a drink? Ah! Stop, stop, stop, stop!

Oh, I think I hit an illusion, an error. Damn, substitute for milk bread that looks like copepan. A sense of superiority, such ability, and convenience. They hate it when I'm a character. I'm sure someone like that would get hit-and-run.