All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

Besides, Ren noticed when the sorceress went into the bathroom to take a shower.

I bought out with the witch magician's money to prepare dinner, and had dinner with him while creating an atmosphere of entertainment entirely with his attitude toward 'seniors in sight'.

And when his stomach was filled, Ren returned to his leisure time, refreshing himself by taking a bath, followed by the sound of a sorceress taking a bath and using the shower, which he realized for the first time.

Huh? You live with a girl in this tiny room? More than a month? Seriously?

and.

The fact that you don't have to think about it is that you didn't think about it in depth until now because of hunger and blindness to gold.

The place where Ren lives is for rent in a bungalow with a poor minister. The urban areas benefiting from the dungeons have a very high life base because of their ample lifelines. There's no shield behind it. Even in the room where Ren was rented, the bathroom and the bathroom are properly attached.

But it is a studio.

It's usually narrow because it's an assumption of living alone in poverty. There is no partition. The furniture is not big either. And there's only one bed.

Whatever you think was out.

There was a rumbling and the bathroom door opened.

"Seniors. I knew this..."

Looking back to complain about rethinking even now, Ren took the spiritual shock of tremendous momentum.

A thin sleeping sorceress like her skin was there.

Moist, wet hair with a bath. Ball skin exhilarated after bathing in hot water. Lips more glossy than usual by inhaling moisture.

For the first time in his life, Ren saw the colour of the hot air girl, hitting her cheek with a goo.

"What? What's wrong, all of a sudden?"

"No, there's a bug, it's stuck on my cheek,"

"... it's winter?

"Sometimes it's winter, haha"

Calm down.

Ren, who made a cluttered excuse to the witch magician who was donning, tries to pull her gaze out of her thin attire with suction to the horror.

Until now I have not been as conscious in my senior junior relationship, but the sorceress is undoubtedly a beautiful girl.

A face with the cuteness of a good house lady. Her eyes are sharp, but if she knows how strong she is, it also becomes a preferred reflection. Blonde hair, which is usually two-sided up, provided freshness to Ren's consciousness just because she was loosened up.

I just think the style is beautiful too. An even body. The soft chest, which is pushing up thin with a definite self-assertion, shakes slightly each time she moves. Thighs that are more than half revealed in rounded shoulders and waist lines with shorts are just eyelids.

Finally, an unplugged droplet conveys the skin and slips off the sorceress's inner crotch.

The sorceress leans on the dust and neck to Ren, whose eyes are nailed even though she was supposed to be trying to distract her gaze.

"What?"

It wasn't a tone to blame for the nasty gaze, it was a voice asking me wondering if there was anything I could do for Ren looking at me.

Guilt forced Ren's reason to activate.

Eat up your teeth, move like a rusty brisket doll, move your neck all the way down and let your face bow.

"Nah, nothing......!

"Hmm?

Len continues to force reason to labor while suppressing what it means to be defenseless even though he has a strong temper personality and a heart that has begun to wander with Nen.

The child I like is a slave girl. I am not a sorceress. Be well aware of that and let your self-control mobilize in total.

Of course that won't make it work. I was Ren seventeen years old when I wasn't even sure that the emotion of liking someone and the fact that a cute girl wanders around in front of me (and in her own room) in a thin and unprotected manner with the luster of a bath was completely different from the story.

"That's more senior than that. I only have one bed. So I..."

"Oh, it's okay."

I took the rent in advance, and I could afford the money. The sorceress takes the sleeping bag out of the luggage she brings, blocking her from trying to tell me that she is going to leave this room and rent a place to rest.

"Something with a sleeping bag. I'll sleep on the floor."

"... I'll use it. So, seniors, use the bed."

"What? Why not? It's okay because I'm used to it. Sometimes you can stay in a dungeon, or you can compare it to a heavenly environment."

"No, it's really fine. I can't believe you gave me money to sleep on the floor or anything. Aren't I just a scumbag?"

"Oh, hey..."

I receive sleeping bags with no ears to listen to objections, almost trying to take them away.

"Well, let's go to sleep. Good night."

Cut off that he doesn't want to argue any more, and Ren turns off the lights in the room.

"What..."

Against being deprived of a sleeping bag? Even as I speak like a shin, I feel signs that the sorceress has gone into bed.

Ren, who fell asleep in his sleeping bag and slept on the floor, closed his eyes and stayed there for a few dozen minutes.

A leaking sleep, a particularly meaningless voice sometimes heard if it's a bedtime speech, the sound of hitting a turnaround in a blanket.

I can sleep!

He opened his eyes cuttingly and exclaimed in the back of his heart.

"... ha"

Having become aware of the sorceress' girl ', Ren didn't feel she could sleep in the room with her.

Slowly rising, Ren heads to the bathroom in a quiet foothold to keep the sorceress awake.

The only compartment in this room in the studio is the bathroom.

Comfortable sleeping? Definitely the worst, but it would be better than here.

Moved to the bathroom, Ren wraps around in a sleeping bag in the tub. It's close to a gym seat because it's not the size of being able to stretch your legs and sleep.

Still, I think I'll sleep much healthier than I did just now.

Walls are great. Having finally achieved peace, Ren feels like creating the importance of distinction. Men and women sleep in separate rooms. I think it's very obvious.

But Ren felt something caught in his memory.

She looks like she's growing up, blonde like she's flowing. Don't force yourself to think about being a beautiful girl and an attractive girl.

"Recently, somewhere...?

Ren fell asleep when he was finally attacked by a sleeper, even though he thought a similar person might know him.

Three men and women sat side by side in a bar counter in the city.

A man of secret miracles, and a woman swordsman, who is the leader of Len and the sorceress's party. In addition to those two, another man was present.

You look like you're growing up, blonde. A man with an atmosphere of serenity.

It is Whiton Barlow, a brave man.

They're old acquaintances. Originally, before the brave pulled out the holy sword, they were partying when it was just Whiton.

Whiton, who pulled out the Holy Sword, became a brave man and was forced to leave him, but it was never for a short period of time that he was partying, nor was the bond he was bound to shallow.

A brave man, also an old companion, has returned to this city. The atmosphere was very subtle when it came to warming up old relationships on the occasion of his return.

Especially when the gentle swordsman's attitude is pointy. The brave man who has long had a reputation for not being able to read the air doesn't seem to notice anything, but the leader of the miracle man wanted to go home to his family's waiting warm home as soon as possible.

In the meantime, a brave man with a serious face speaks to a female swordsman with a worrying look.

"Hey, Altena"

"What?"

"My sister is - rebellious, I wonder"

……

The female swordsman does not reply. Open the glass silently. The amber liquid decreases with tremendous momentum. Even though it was a liquor of degrees to be tasted slowly, it was momentum to drink it up in one breath.

The leader of the Miracle gently dropped his gaze because he saw something irretrievable.

"Altena? I don't think that's a good drink."

The female swordsman, who ignored the warrior's advice, which is so far off target, placed an additional order with a glass of drinks. I asked for a rock of whiskey that I did and a high degree of.

There was no sign that the conversation was going to be concluded between the two, so the leader probably tries to follow up.

"Um, Wheaton."

"Do you have any good ideas that I can reconcile with my sister, Sieg!

I thought such a convenient proposal would not exist in this world, but for now I will continue to encourage reflection.

"First of all, why did you come back all of a sudden?"

"Huh? No, it's my house... contact me, are you there?

"... right"

This guy hasn't been home to himself in nearly a decade, but the leader won't touch him there.

That's, well, too much. There is a corresponding circumstance as a brave man for not returning for ten years. Besides, I also think it's a good compliment that the letter was mame. Siege knows that the sorceress was tearing away one time without opening a letter from the brave man from the edge that arrived at the border, but, well, there's no choice.

And that house is already like the house of a sorceress and a swordsman, but it's actually the home of a brave man. The name also belongs to him. He suddenly returns without any contact there. I think there are a lot of places in this world that seem to be forgiven for being too far out but not yet.

Sincerely, what's important is how honest we can be when we're in the outzone.

"So, all of a sudden, you went home and looked at him, and he ran away from you, didn't he? Even with my sister, you know she hates me for it. But, hey."

"No, well, I was shocked, yeah. I left it alone for ten years. Hate me, I take it for granted"

"Right or right. You knew. Bye."

Even this brave man knew that when I got home, he was grudgingly resentful that I hadn't met my sister in ten years and she hated me. They told me to "die" face to face, so I couldn't help but misunderstand.

By the way, this brave guy, the first thing he did when he came back to his hometown city wasn't to go home, he was walking around the hotel during that time in a certain girl's perimeter survey, but the leader doesn't know that. I was finally trying to bring that girl into my parents' house where she hadn't been home in over a decade to protect me, but naturally he has no idea that a human being exists in the world to do that, etc. Around the thought of the flower garden that you must get along with your sister because she's about the same age girl, the brave had better thank him more for having Len stop.

To such a brave man, the leader points out to be aware of his rampage, even as he is frightened.

"Why did you pick him up in the hotel lobby the morning after he left?"

"Aren't you worried! He's only sixteen years old, and he's a child. I haven't been involved in this for the last ten years, so from now on -"

Dang, the noise rang.

The brave man shook his shoulder. The leader covered his face with one hand.

The woman swordsman, who rambled her drunk rock glass to the table, gave a chilling glance at the brave man. But I don't speak up.

She rises by giving more money to the master to apologize for her misconduct. I'm going home.

A brave man floated down to chase him.

"There is..."

"Die."

There were no bites either.

Cut off the brave man who tried to call him off sharply in just one word, and the female swordsman leaves the store.

Only two men were left.

The brave man sits quietly back in his counter seat and becomes a sinking expression.

"... Hey, Sieg. I don't know what to do."

"There's no way I'm gonna know."

The house of this brave man is now inhabited by a woman swordsman. Anyway, she was the guardian of witchcraft. To protect the sorceress, she lived in a house with me.

Since Sieg, the first guardian, was married, the female swordsman watched over the witch magician. Twenty years old at the time, she picked up the unblooded child there and kept protecting him.

Who is that for? Sometimes, of course, it's for the sorceress, but that's not all.

And I didn't have the courage to go home to this brave man, this brave swordsman I have today.

"Sieg."

"What the fuck?"

The brave man turns his ready face to his old friend.

"Can I stay at your house today?"

"... you can choose between staying in a hotel and running away or he will slaughter you, brave man"

I didn't want to be like this guy, so he was a smug leader who wanted to get home early and spend time with his family.

Besides, the sorceress noticed when she was stuck in bed.

My anger at my brother broke the limit, and I rolled in thinking that Ren's place would be unexpected and impossible to explore. The hotel was identified in an instant or so. She warily ruled out renting from the option that the real estate relationship might be around too, picking the first place that seemed unlikely to be normal.

Initially, the sorceress had no sense of crisis.

Sure, this rookie seems to like herself, but that's why I thought she wouldn't say no if she said she wanted to stay. And in case Ren gets lost in blood, he's stronger himself. That confidence allowed the outrage of staying in the homes of the same generation of men, and it was also significant to observe and trust Ren's becoming a person.

But I realized it for the first time when I was stuck in bed.

heterosexuality and to mean sleeping under one roof.

"... that?

Of course something doesn't happen. Ren is sleeping on the floor in a sleeping bag.

But that's not the problem.

It was uncomfortable sleeping that upset the sorceress. The feel of a different bed. Unusual ceilings. The sound of an unusual night. I complain that the five senses are in someone else's house.

And on an unusual night in the dark, it was the sense of smell that most eloquently appealed to the witch magician's consciousness.

With breathing, the scent that is entering you. This, I know. At the adventure of the dungeon, I remember.

When you're working hard, when you're sweating and waving your sword, it's coming from the air,

"His..."

Smell.

It makes me think, or it makes me bleed a lot.

I stuck it in my blanket and realized immediately afterwards that it was counterproductive.

"Huh."

I feel Len's leftover incense more and more strongly in the dense blanket, and when my whole body hits, I tremble and have a weird voice.

I rush to my face, but at any rate, I always fall asleep in the bed that Ren uses. There couldn't be a place to escape.

Trying to breathe into disturbed thoughts, that doesn't even help. Breathing consciousness makes you aware of your sense of smell without responding.

It's not like me at all, Ren's, but it's not that I don't like it, it's rather...

"Huh!"

Biku, the sorceress shudders her shoulders.

Suddenly Ren stood up.

The witch sorcerer's thoughts are confused at once.

Oh, no way, maybe, no.

Something I didn't suspect because I believed the possibilities were predetermined to be manageable. Yet feelings close to panic erupt. Your heart rate jumps when you're bulky. I don't know why. I don't know what I'm headed for. Thoughts go around.

But Ren stayed away from the bed. Walk quietly, in the bathroom. After the sound of the door opening and closing, the silence comes again.

The sorceress exhales with relief, then puts aside a beat and realizes that what is now Ren's sincerity.

Because of his heterosexual self, he moved me to the bathroom where he would be least comfortable sleeping.

She unconsciously holds the blanket against her chest and nods at her face.

I knew it smelled different than mine.

"... what the heck, dude"

Tonight she wasn't going to sleep very well.