Yukimo and the Fight - Ingredients The Devil Tribe Loses Himself to Differences

In the heat of my head blurring, the distracting time passed and I felt like my fever had subsided, Millin suddenly feels chilly.

Of course, everything that I was wearing remains undressed, hugging me in a crusty, plush, corpse-like way. If the heat subsides, I can't stay that way very long.

(What, now what?

Looking around, the ground, which has been so far dried with heat, is turning white everywhere. The identity was frost. Even with all that heat, this whole space was seen as drifting with water vapor that evaporated from all things, and that was now softly frosted by the drop in temperature on the surface.

So rapidly, the ambient temperatures are dropping.

Is it even a quick change from a scorching hell to an overwhelmingly cold one?

(That ghost said, "Make the Eight Hierarchies of Hell feel twitchy" or something. So you're saying that this is the bottom of hell, the first scare, the next scorching heat, and now the extreme cold hell is attacking.

Millin, so enlightened, rushed to wear her undressed underwear, but all the hard ingredients that were in her core had stretched out with earlier heat, or melted and her underwear had become useless. I can't wear it. Meanwhile, some clothes buttons are deformed as well. I managed to make the dizziness just the part where I could tie it up with a string, but the dresses that are off everywhere are sooo cold. Both the crusty and the lagon were now completely cold by the temperatures around them. Only Milin's exhaling breath, which is active by itself, is white.

(breathing white? You're so cold.

Millin notices hah then. It's not so dry in my mouth, I still have moisture in my body.

Otherwise, I try to salivate by chewing my tongue with my teeth, but with the heat earlier and the cold now, I didn't really get saliva buildup in my mouth.

Still, when I'm doing it with guts, my mouth gets a little moisture. I wonder if there is more to it than just as many tears. That's what I think. Close my face to Lagon's face.

If you look closely, you're still a man snuggling Alessandro.

No, if you think calmly, it's obviously the siblings' desire that Alessandro is a man. With an objective eye, Alessandro has a tough dude in his face, not so dodgy as to have a conspicuous nose. It is the face of a vigorous person who often enters the genre of a good man, and if one mistake is made, it is the face of a Yanchan boy. Millin believes that it is due to the way Sir Leold was raised that it is accompanied by intelligence and not to mention kindness.

Meanwhile, when I say the black-eyed brunette of Lagon, it is synonymous with bu man/skunk in the kingdom. In the area away from Harun, it is said that all humans have a land pattern of dark eyed brunettes, but if we go to such a country, will there also be mutations like lagons?

Without any subjectivity at all, it is a handsome, man aesthetic that does not deviate from Haln's standards. What artist has shaped such a beautiful face? You may say that the finger can do God's moves. Except for one unbalanced mistake, with black eyes on this face.

With that in mind, Millin can hardly mouth her own saliva to the lagon.

(No, there's a resuscitation called artificial arousal. You just have to think that's it. And Lagon is a doll even though he talks. If you think you're a dummy practicing that...)

Millin overlapping her lips by squeezing courage. Still, if you try to put the saliva in your mouth, you have to open the lagon's lips, and you scratch the lagon's lips and teeth with your own tongue to give just a little saliva to the back of your throat.

(I wish I had kept my mouth open before I kissed you. Oh, no!

Millin, who has considered what she is doing now a 'kiss', suddenly becomes bright red to her neck in embarrassment, aware that she is kissing with an insertion to her tongue.

But whether the saliva, which I mouthed with a great deal of determination, also froze while staying with the mouth of the stubborn lagon, the cold increased over time but the way the lagon woke up was not. It's getting colder and colder around me, and Bull's body shivers all the time.

(I'm in trouble. The cold makes me urinate.)

It can be around here because no one has seen anything, but Millin noticed when she thought it was pretty hard to get the hem off, even though it was cold to keep the dress together.

(urine? Isn't that a lot of moisture? But...)

Millin genuinely worries about being able to do that by peeking into Lagon's beautiful face. However, if the temperature keeps dropping, even if a large amount of moisture is poured into it, it may freeze as soon as it enters the body of the lagon in the frozen state and not pour into it. If you're still warm enough to get out of your body...

(You can think of Lagon as a crop, Omar in the shape of a person's face.

If there was a woman who wanted this real beauty male Omar, I thought she had a pretty perverse taste. If you are a woman of high rank, or power, I find it distracting to have images ahead that are likely to make you a slave boy.

(It's never a weird hobby.

Earlier, I opened my lips with my tongue inserted and forced them to snap open with my fingers between my slightly open teeth. Fortunately, his mouth was forced to open without great resistance, leaving him intact with nature. The skirt part is taken off because the hem of the dress is in the way and the target is not well visible. The air around the exposed lower body is quite cold and hard. My urine is getting stronger and stronger.

I'm ashamed to look at my lower body with nothing on and span the face of the lagon. Because the lagon that stopped on the way we were talking is stopped in what we call a half-eyed state.

Once again, Millin crouched down, holding Lagon's eyes by her hand and causing them to close. Still, Millin's shame is ringing an early bell in her heart.

(Again, I can't do it if I'm looking at your face.

Help me out of the chimps in the town of Bokovo, I remember the first gentle lagon I ever talked about walking in town with, like a civilian man or woman. But that was Largo. Could it be that when Largo maneuvers the Lagon again, this memory - if it were in the memory of the Lagon - would come to Largo's knowledge? Various thoughts run around the back of my brain, and every time, my resolve is dulled.

But now reviving Lagon is a prerequisite. With his heart turned into a ghost, Milin faced the Lagon.

(If you don't see the face, yes, you just have to cross it from the head.

With his head slightly bent down, Milin, determined to open her mouth wide again, sat on her face in a way that dared to look down at her body from the head of Lagon. It just hits the shoulder of the lagon where the snake is getting cold.

Tremors strike my spine again just as my secret touches the mouth of a chilled lagon. This comes from the simple cold. It is the moisture that you will inadvertently likely leak what you are enduring, but you must give to the lagon firmly. I need you to take care of yourself without wasting a drop.

Millin presses the area where she urinates perfectly against the mouth of the lagon. Lagon's high nose is uncomfortable hitting the weird spot, but I'll just let it out when I get here already. When I put my strength into my lower abdomen, I could see it flooding into Lagon's mouth all at once.

(Ah.

What I endured is set free once and for all. Unlike toilets and omals, there is a bit of resistance, so something warm hits my secret place as well. That's when I heard an unexpected voice from below.

"Ugh!"

Or even as soon as you start urinating, Lagon speaks out.

(Huh! We're just getting started, but you've already noticed?

What does Lagon think of this happening when he was completely unresponsive when he poured saliva? But Milin can't stop what she's starting to release. Moreover, it is an invaluable moisture that is not otherwise sought after in this land. I desperately want to tell you that, Millin.

"Sorry! Lagon, please drink this! Get well.

I'm sure if Lagon opens his eyes, he'll see his own glutes. But in this system, with Millin's hands, I can't even block those eyes. In the meantime, there's an excuse I really had to do this, and while I imagine the embarrassment of explaining to Lagon later that I have no choice but to do this, somehow my sweet feelings strike Millin, plus the last moment of release, just a little but with the power to push over there. Only a few things, but still a sensitive mouth, no, the lagon I'm feeling with my lips would have figured it out.

(Maybe I like doing things I shouldn't do after all.

My breath is getting rough before I know it, and my body is on fire a lot more than it was earlier. It must be due to mental excitement. I'm done urinating, but I can't stand up like this, Millin. If you stand up like this, you're ashamed to see nature and everything, and you just can't move. The only salvation was that the nose was buried in a subtle place that pressed all over Lagon's face, and if he was human, he shouldn't be able to breathe, but he didn't seem to have a problem with Automaton's Lagon, and he didn't have to leave as soon as possible.

I have to tell you, it's hard to keep your voice in this position again. Still, Milin had to say it.

"─ ─ Hey Lagon, please. Can you close your eyes, please?

Milin, who was finally able to utter a small, fading voice, felt the lagon nod in her lower body, reconfirming what the state was with the lagon's mouth in that motion, and shook itself again.