Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Ha, ha...

Breathe through open lips, bewildered by the running of power.

Along with the air, it seems as if the stars enter the interior of the body. When I am taking it without fighting it, my consciousness slowly diminishes.

"If you're a goddess, there's a miracle you can do."

That's right. It was the voice of a friend I was used to hearing.

The kind of voice that leads, but soon disappears from the thought.

Disappear.

Disappears.

Previous life, memories, turns the world into a hazy gray. But I'm not afraid, because I know this process is right. To lose form and enter the realm of God.

Eglini looked around just looking for me and looked sad. He knew too. When I wanted to be a goddess.

Once you step into God's realm, you can't play with everyone anymore. Because it is elevated to different stages and the very existence changes dramatically.

Of the feeling that what you don't want disappears, but you unconsciously whine "no" to what you try to get away from.

I want to dream, even if it's a goddess. Pleasant dreams of being held in his arms and staying still. I can never let go of this dream alone.

"They say if you're a goddess, your wish will come true. The stronger that wish, the better."

Another demon dragon's voice echoes in my ear.

With a tickling vision, breathe in. That's when the goddess did get wrapped up in his smell.

Through the love of melancholy, koo, and the back of his hand shine. It was colored like lighting a fire.

- At the same time, Kitase has a strange experience.

It was about feeling someone's presence and being held in invisible arms.

Did you reach for it?

His hands hold his laid-back hips. There's got to be nothing, but there's definitely warm skin there, and it's like you can hear the trembling breath.

Sad, but Shirley was happy after all. I'm about to cry, but I knew it was because I wanted to say goodbye to him at the end.

Does this mean this is a miracle?

You wanted to say that much goodbye to me?

Tilt your little neck. I think so, but no one knows the answer. Even Shirley herself doesn't know her emotions or wishes.

Look at him looking confused, oh, I realize you can't really see him anymore.

But then I can't speak the language. What am I supposed to do?

Just about once, just like everyone else...... just once.

I'd like to call your name.

".................. ugh"

But the miracle doesn't happen, and the lips are just plain speechless. I'm not sure why I cried anymore. It's so sad for some reason that I can't even tell him goodbye, I can't see him, and he just disappears like this.

Miracles, just once. Miracles for me, too.

He won't even notice if he's around so much. With my eyes out of focus, I'm sure I'll be bogged down and disappeared like this.

I want to touch it, just once.

Touch me... yes, I want to kiss you.

Plumpy, lustrous lips gently fall on the neck of the North Se. Soft, bouncing lips convey the feeling of plumping and burying.

Ha, I moaned with my lips touched.

Wrapped in the smell of skin, his smell, the smell of North Se I had in mind, I tremble as my hips snap.

Oh, it's vivid. Sleeply.

I smell his tenderness. Smells as gentle as a hisama.

Slightly open your lips and eat your clavicle several times with blurred eyes. Remembering his masculine skeleton, he also felt his strength enter his arms holding his hips at the same time.

It's a miracle, oh, this is a miracle.

I'm sure it is. Otherwise it's weird. If it was a dream, it would have jumped up.

It is also permissible to hug the cucumbers and allow the gap between them to be perfectly filled and the meat to touch each other softly.

Put your chin on your shoulder, and I'll breathe. Because my chest kept going from time to time and I was going to get dizzy.

And I shoved my soft lips in shape against my neck muscles, thinking I was going to "drown".

I can feel his skin through my lips.

The softly separated area bears star-shaped marks and soon disappears in the same colour as the skin.

Seeing it, I felt a clear greed.

He turns his arm around his back and hugs him as he is pushed and moved by a strong urge. As gruesome and rambling as it gets.

The usual me can't do this. Because it's so embarrassing that your chest is about to rip open.

But today is a parting day, a miracle that has only been forgiven once.

- So I'm sure you can do anything.

You can get him.

You can keep him around all the time, just like you made him do on the second tier we first met.

You can tangle your little fingers and take a walk with them every morning. You can put it in your sight all the time.

Shirley lurks with thoughts on every wish, eating her lips puffy under her chin and hugging him without a gap. With only one step forward, pinched in his thigh.

I noticed at the same time. He said this was a runoff of power.

- I shouldn't.

And, oh, and I groan as I star in my eyes. This state of affairs is too pure a wish. So it expresses itself as a force. Everything is forgiven.

Shirley tries hard.

But the ravages of the goddess will not stop.

Keeping my abdomen snuggly in place, I groan my throat. The desire emanating from the depths is endless and makes me want to smell him more.

Just a few more moments and whispered by desire, I breathed shallow and fast, keeping my foreheads in contact with each other.

Oh, I can already tell. I can clearly tell.

Like I do, he smells me again. You'll be feeling the breath that blows, and just be aware of that, something like electricity runs billy through your spine. Bili, Bili, and Tin also continue, shaking his hips to catch the impulse, rubbing with his body through his clothes.

No, my smell has changed.

I felt the sweat slipping down my complexion, and I realized that a sweet fragrance emanated from my body. I'm sure it even conveys a heartbeat like a little bird.

The hottest part, the lips approaching on their own so that they can never defy gravity. I want to offer glossy, colored lips like sweet fruit. Because it must be sweet.

With both hands around his neck, Doc, Doc, and his chest squeal.

The core of the head is numb and gin.

I thought it was very close, and I actually screamed inside. But my body craves more heat for my lips than that.

Impulse to be pushed and reason to complain that you can't. Oh, and I moaned my throat.

This is the harm of becoming a goddess.

Wishes come true too easily.

Will to look back and those lips you want to touch. Shirley groans in tears with a distressed look on her face.

It spills large tears and diligently brings out unbearable desires. Even though reason knows this is a rampage of power, my heart gets in the way. That's the pain.

I also understood this at the same time. That's why it's forbidden to have flesh.

They wield emotions in the flesh, making them unable to make calm decisions, etc. That's why they have to melt like air and disappear.

But I don't know.

Why do you want him so much?

How can I always forget?

From the moment we met, only he really wanted to keep smelling. I strongly urge you to stay by my side the whole time.

Why, why, why?

All of a sudden, I see why. Because by stepping into the realm of God, even contraindicated knowledge can be gained by me.

And here's what I think.

What a pathetic person, he said.

I have such a painful past, and yet I can't believe I can be nice to people.

All I can do is hold your head in my arms, spilling tears. Because I wanted to get rid of it, and this is all I can do right now.

Just a little bit. I wanted to tell you how grateful I am.

He always entertained us when he said he suffered and suffered and wore us out. It's so bad in my eyes, but it makes delicious rice. Tell me it's a confident one this time.

The word respect is close if you like.

I blink a few times, reflecting the stars in my eyes. Although the core of the body still has heat, breathing is much easier than just now.

Yes, that's right. Yes, it was.

I want to hear a kind voice, and I'm the one who follows you.

When you turn around, say something fun, and invite me to play, I'm so happy that I want to make the jump on you.

When I get in a good mood, I want to rush through the meadows, and sometimes I bury my face in the pillow and roll it all over.

In that case, I always wish this.

Just once.

I'd like to call your name.

"North Se,"

At a distance that seemed to touch my lips, I did whisper so. with a fine voice like a little bird's chirp.

"Shirley?"

I think I got a pile stabbed in my heart. The moment I heard his voice up close, exchanged words, and exchanged eyes.

At the same time, I don't know why, but I was poking my chest at Don. I'm sure his face will be bright red already, and he's so hot that when he covers it with his fingers, there's going to be smoke everywhere. That wrist was grabbed and I realized that was Kitase's finger......

Oh, oh, no this.

The irritation is too strong and I feel dizzy.

My wish keeps coming true and I'm going to faint right now.

Let's take a deep breath first.

We need to calm down and be careful not to say anything weird.

Sometimes I open my eyes and look at him softly upward.

Then there's him right around the corner, staring at me. I looked softly behind him and he was holding his back and supporting him. Zokuk and his entire lower back tremble at will.

Ha, and exhaled hot, soaking my sweat-wet forehead with my fingertips, I just figured it out a little. Goddess isn't really a big deal, is it?

Because you're always swayed by unidentified emotions.

And I totally forgot to even say goodbye, I'm sure as a goddess you should receive a fall point.

I thought so, and now it's time for me to disappear from his presence so that I can escape.

too -, Kitase, it's too irritating!

Covering his face with his fingers on both hands, he escapes like a rabbit. With a scream of regret that I've done something amazing.

Is that really regrettable?

I just feel a little different. Because the highs in his chest never subside and he's trying to remember his warmth again.

It was really amazing that we could actually touch each other that much.

But if...

What if I can say my true wish right now?

Keep your fingertips on your lips and exhale hot. I speak of every desire, remembering feelings filled with lungs that neither gain nor gain unknown identity.

I felt it was a very pure thought, like transparent ice. And it was also a very strong wish.