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

"A night meal? I didn't ask for it. Whoa. No, that sounds good.

Following Hiaquint's gaze, it is unclear whether what seems to be a sweet on the basin, or a pudding on the two hills of Quore, rocking beyond it.

"Yes, your lady asked me to bring you something sweet because you're tired.

"Well, Ala - no, that one's pretty considerate, too.

Though I was wondering if I'd lost my word, he accepted Quome with little doubt. The request from Aradia means that you can alter your memory later, so now I'm going to go into the room for whatever it is.

But if we don't get closer, we have too much distance to alter our memories by extending to very blood-sucking acts.

Maybe it's easier for a man like this to get his hands on a little woman than it is for such an official response. Quorre thought to imitate the cliché, the way he spoke, of the crusty of the land when he was at Demon King's Castle.

"Hey brother, can I have my plate just here? You know, I was pulling tea today, so, come on, you asked me to do this."

"Really? But we don't have a single sentence to say. Unfortunately, it's not worth it to buy something like you.

"Oh, brother, didn't you come to work? If you make money from the King's Capital, you can pay later.

"Haha, I can't do that.

"Why not? It's not a price?

"That's right. This job, I didn't come here for a fee. Well, I mean, we're like slaves to that guy, so we just have people eat us when we work, and now we don't have to pay for it.

"Really? Brothers, you don't look very slave or anything. Well, that's what they often say.

"Come on, is something as good as you a slave?

"I'm not doing it for you. There's a little bit of a explanation for that. ─ ─ Because I'm free anyway, you listen to my brother's stupidity.

"I'll ask you that. I'm free till tomorrow morning anyway. If a cute kid like you is there for me to talk to, I always live in a narrow place with guys face-to-face. Compared to that, it's like heaven. How about half of this?

"Are you sure? I was wondering if I could take a bite.

"Really? Then you should have eaten it all.

"Oh, really? Then I guess I'll just serve a little bit.

"Is that true? I really don't have a penny.

"Well, it depends on the gentleness of your brother.

"I'm sweet. So what is your stupidity?

"Glad to hear it. Actually..."

Kuole combines the stories of some threatened women she previously took in when she erased the memory of Momohade and starts talking about herself as a prostitute, who has now visited Hiakint.

The main thrust of this is the story of a girl who had lost her father early and lived alone with one mother and daughter, but who had fallen in love with a single man of a player who had lived in a long house that happened to remain the property of her father since the time she was conceited.

While the girl was inviting her home to treat herself to meals and such in an attempt to buy the pleasure of a man, her mother was somehow better able to do so with the man with an indeterminate quota.

And it officially even leads to marriage, which begins with a cruel story about people who think of themselves becoming fathers.

One of these days, my daughter grew up to be a body that could welcome a man, and when her mother seduced the man hanging out at home while she was away, it didn't even seem easy, and the relationship between a man and a woman was soon raised.

But of course, the relationship between the two are parents and children, even if they are in-laws, and their daughter has not yet reached the adulthood of a woman.

Since the mothers don't always walk out either, it's not something I can do in the house that I can keep from the man, and after we've done the work that has to be in the house with each other, they start to meet me outside and take me into these obscure inns.

It was my husband, who used to do this inn, who looked into the relationship beforehand, came in and blackmailed me in the middle of doing things, and when neither of them had much to loose, I finally got into the house and smacked my mother, and sold them both into slavery saying they were sinners enough to work infidelity.

That's the true story, but the area was footprinted, and from their illegal activities, they decided that only they happened to be sold into slavery, and that the man who was the stepfather was knocked out of his mother and missing.

In fact, after that, the daughter couldn't get high because of her poor instrumentality, and she was sold to jobs such as working under such a whorehouse, and she didn't even seem to know about Momohade after that. I have no choice but to stick Kuole's other memory woman to the story that follows.

This one was actually sold to slaves, but it turns out she was young enough not to be in that kind of business yet, and we're talking about a beautiful girl whose Unitota executives were bought back in a bundle of three sentences by threatening her husband in an official whorehouse who competed down.

A year and a half after reaching the age of majority in the Kingdom and, incidentally, in the Republic, that age is a coeducational adult, and it is decided to put it on a publicly colored job another two years later, but this is not the case for bringing in like a tavern in which Orton invited Lagon in the Republic, since it is not a publicly licensed business in any country, but when it becomes a luxury whorehouse with an official appraisal card.

But Unitota arranges a story about even such a girl being greedy while in captivity and then letting her work in a breathtaking whorehouse. However, it should not be assumed that Quorre's year was perfect, so I told the story that the organization was completely destroyed when surrounded by Unitata, and that I couldn't even go back to the house and hitch myself.

Such a fabrication would not have occurred to me in a very instant if I hadn't read Momohade's diverse memories. Kuole thinks it would have been a difficult art for the rest of the SS if they hadn't relied on Cross or Ronowell, who specializes in rhetoric.

"Then I fell to the point where I fell. And when I realized, I was blackmailed by the two of them who called me dad, and here I am again doing this...

"What exactly is this?

"You're a nasty person. It's not nice of you to let such a little girl tell you that at all. Hentai."

"Well, isn't it still uber and cute to say that you're ashamed of yourself? Maybe you still don't know how good that is. Mouth?

"You said you didn't like it and do it. Oh, didn't I tell you? I wish I was with someone I like, but not everyone. I am.

"Then I'll be your favorite. Oh, you..."

"It's Quo.

I don't remember if I named him Bokovo before, but if someone was around to hear what he called me, Aradia might know the name Quome, a name I was thinking about for now before I came in here.

"Nice name. I'm Hiakint. I'm confident I'll never forget this name.

"I wonder, is that your type? Kiss me if I'm your type. The deep one that tangles your tongue, can you do it well?

"Oh, my God. Not only the one who's here today, but the one who's with me now-- well, I'm about 30 people in the same place, and I'm the best at dantotsu among them.

An idiot, he rode easy.

Once it reaches blood sucking, you can temporarily enslave it without vampirizing it, tamper with your memory, and let Buell take care of the woman by paying for her birth from Hiaquint. At that time, after holding Quorre, you listen to yourself earlier in the bedtime story and plant the information that Buell already holds on such a roster of women and a beneficial past for Shockeye.

Of course I have Aladia's eyes, so I can't have a bad hole in my neck muscle or anything like that. That is an inconspicuous blood-sucking point direct from Krasabi.

"Really? Then why don't we just give it a try?

"Then come closer. You have beautiful hair, you don't look like a very businesswoman like this.

That's what I said. Turning his hand behind Kuole's head, Hiakint drew Kuole's little head and pressed her thick lips.

Of course, I stick my tongue in that lip. And when the two tongues cling together and Quore's tip dived beneath Hyakint's tongue, Hyakint groaned small.

"Stay.

the voice. Finally, Hiakint's movements stopped. This is the moment when one hand was already sliding down his back and about to touch his smaller glutes.

And I couldn't see anything more in his eyes, which opened wide, but just before that, my beautiful eyes were smiling satisfactorily.