Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Master Calcirust was sitting on the bench looking at this one when he noticed. The legs I put together are sexy. A slight sweat on my skin caused me to get upset that even such a beautiful person was sweating. A soldier rushes over and hands him a towel. It's a gold towel. Fistaol. So wipe your face, prince. My forehead is lifted and my blonde hair shakes.

I also felt painful that you were a painter wiping your face. What a shaping beauty. It's like a first-class doll made from a genius doll. I sat down next to the prince to see closer. I don't even smell the sweaty smell at this distance. There will be sweating, but I wonder if he doesn't stink. I put my hands on the bench and let my legs hang out. The gym continues to have the chattering sound of appliances, the hanging voice of a man called "Seikei", and the sound of business air conditioning.