All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

All affirmations and first part of the dish

"Ren, I'm going to your house today."

That's what Len was told by Mullina after his quest for the dungeon ended that day.

Younger seniors who seem to grow up well, with blonde hair as a two-sided up. Ren was poked into the void by Mullina's sudden words, which had only recently softened her mind with sharply sharp sharpened eyes.

"Huh? Why?

Of course, the promise didn't meet beforehand. Seeing Ren's reaction to the sudden offer, Murina puts on a dust and a small neck.

"What? Was there anything planned?

"No, I don't..."

Exactly in this stream: "I'm going to go to Slave Girl!" There is no such thing as barbaric courage in Ren. I reply that I am very free.

"Oh.... hehe, good"

Mullina, whimpering small, loosens her cheeks as she relieves herself. Then I turned to the grin of a soldier.

"Sorry, all of a sudden. But today, I was going to prepare something Ren likes."

"What do you like, is it?

"Yeah."

It's not particularly anniversaries, but will it be a gift?

Mmm, and Ren frowns at the root.

Honestly, I'm happy with how Mullina feels. Naturally. There's no way I'm not happy.

But even if I refused to confess, I think I might be able to withdraw. Accepting a light home visit here raises the question of whether you have no sincerity towards the Slave Girl as well as Murina.

Mullina laughs like a prank, knowing or not about Len's troubles like that.

"'Cause you like it, don't you? Me -"

Murina, who showed herself with her index finger, deliberately intervenes between words.

"Uh, no."

"- Cooking of"

"-Ophew."

I connected my words with farewell when I saw Ren opening her mouth to try to deny it in a faint panic, clearly stating that she liked the slave girl.

Ren had it all figured out. Murina, stuffing Ren's voice brilliantly, shivers her dull shoulders.

"I remember you. My cooking is Len's favorite. That's what you said to me."

"Yes, no, yes. I did say it, but..."

"Right? So I'll make you a delicious dinner, so wait and see. Ren's favorite thing, because I'll increase it for you."

Murina, who mounted the promise vividly, walked away with a bouncing foothold.

"... Wow, wow"

What can I say about my current feelings of inflation? A bowman senior approaches Ren, who pitifully can't say anything and nods with his head in an unspoken mood.

Pong, and put your hands on your shoulders, one question.

"I've been wondering for a while, are you guys dating?

"No, we're not dating..."

"Seriously... that's unbelievable"

Mullina's change was so much.

Ren, who went home while deceiving the bowman's senior to persistently ask him about his relationship with Murina, sat down without a hiatus.

I twitch somewhat.

No, it's not somehow. Mullina has decided to come to the house, so she is easily understood and nervous.

Until a little while ago, we lived together for a short period of four days. I feel it now, but I didn't think it was now.

Keep the room as tidy as you can to calm your mind. Open the window and ventilate to make sure it looks clean.

Without waiting for a while, Murina came with baggage with ingredients for the dish.

Here he comes.

"Yes, welcome"

Unyielding smiles make Ren, the Lord of the Room, more flimsy.

A straight smile is cowardly fascinating. I think the air in the room changed just because Mullina came, fluttered.

It's just you and me. Aware again, Ren's mind somehow heightens the tension.

"Huh."

Mullina suddenly breathes heavily. What are you doing? When Ren turns to wonder, she laughs like she's been filled.

"... hehe. Ren's air. Long time no see."

I say that in a happy voice.

Naturally, it's not accumulated as they say. Fist your forehead and take a breath. Calm down, then plead.

"Um, please don't really say that"

"Why?"

"Nothing...! In the first place, we ventilated properly!

"... you don't have to do anything else"

Reason says you shouldn't be happy, even though Murina is happy with her words. Whisper to Mullina's tricks, whenever she tries to react to words, you must like slave girls.

Mulina swells her cheeks in dissatisfaction as Ren groans at being boarded by her conflicting psyche.

"You know, Len. It's amazing how much you like people."

It was a direct ball.

"I like Len. So you like the smell of Len? Like I said before, I want to feel Len full. Everything I like about Len."

Alone in a small room. It's a place like that, or it tells you what you like without hiding it.

Mulina puts her hand on her own chest, which is never small, and smiles.

"Even now, I'm just thrilled to be alone with Ren. From the moment I thought I liked Len, my mind and body tried to fit in perfectly for Len only, and just feeling Len makes me happy."

I could no longer say anything.

It's another totally different 'like' than what you say you like about slave girls.

A slightly cheek-dyed Mullina says a sweeter word than poached and sugar.

"... so I want Ren to monopolize me"

Is there a guy who has been told so far that his body temperature doesn't go up?

It's a voice that jumps over and hits the heart straight, like Mullina no longer likes it or not. It is a little miracle that Ren's reason did not melt.

Mulina rushes to the kitchen to see if she lit up her line to Len, who makes her heart sound faster as she looks at it.

Then I'll cook.

Then to the fingertips of her trick to put on the apron, Ren fell in love without resistance.

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