Atelier Tanaka

A few days have passed since the reception of refugees originating in the Republic of Pussy.

The scale of Dragon City continues to grow day after day. A string of houses built so that Lorrigon and soy sauce faces competed led to the provision of a sufficient number for visitors from the Republic of Pussy without a few days.

That number continues to grow.

In addition, the buildings built in that way can be obtained by all the Dusk Regiments led by Gong. Supplies that are constantly transported from Trichris will be brought from the next to the next to become physically fit as a place of residence.

The convenience of financial resources being a Duke's purse, there is no lag in a series of flows.

Thanks to this, they are more like replicators than knights. However, there seems to be no rise in dissatisfaction. With such a good smile, where do I hit next? When people ask me, I feel sorry for myself.

"That's a lot of spread. You can't imagine it from the original meadow."

The location is the office of the mayor's house.

From that window, he talks about a city that is growing in scale in its current progression.

Beside him is a maid who heads to the desk and fights with papers.

At this moment right now, Sophia, I love the time just the two of us spend right.

I've been conscious and cherished here lately, him and her secret time.

"Huh? Oh, yes. Right."

"There's something quite emotional about it"

"Yes, sir"

I'm also somewhat accustomed to the attitude of the unscrupulous maid.

Watching it like this, I feel something I feel accomplished overflowing in my chest. Do you feel like drinking alcohol or something sexually? But this isn't the end of it. In order to restore Mr. Neumann, it's important that we get ahead of ourselves.

The planting has only just begun.

…………

By the way, what is that blank zone?

There is a large garden house in and around the corner of the newly spread residential area. No, rather than a garden, I don't know, like this, like being able to avoid other houses and being lonely and built with Potunen.

It was Lorigon who was pioneering that neighborhood. That's a pretty good idea. He's a mayor who shows off the streets. I feel weird about a boulder leaving a blank zone blatantly open until then, without laying cobblestones and leaving the ground peeled out.

"Mr. Sophia. I just wanted to make sure."

"Hey, what is it?

"Do you know anything about that building over there?

"Huh?"

The maid's gaze goes out the window, ahead pointed by the soy sauce face.

Then, at a glance at the place, there was confusion in her expression. Apparently, he knows something. I have not deposited the finances of this city in bulk with Dada. Maybe you know more about it in the details than you do.

"Did you know?

Feel free to contact me for a fee.

Then, well, the pointer you returned is completely unexpected.

"Uh, well, Mr. Tanaka did it for Mr. Rocco..."

…………

Yes, it was.

Yes, you did, Gogol.

I see, the Lorigon passes by avoiding it in the street.

With the expansion of Dragon City, the Gogol mansion, which should have been built with potpounds on the outside of the walls and the outskirts, is now entirely a first-class residential area. I was too enthusiastic about making the city, completely oblivious to its existence. How many days ago was the last time I talked to you, if I recall?

This is already, uh, trouble.

I don't feel good about boulders.

I'm absolutely mad at you, Mr. Gogol.

"... Oh, uh, what's up?

"Excuse me, I'm going out for a little while"

"Oh, yes."

He jumped out the window with flying magic and hurried to the Gogol Mansion.

◇ ◆ ◇

On the front of the Gogol mansion stands a plaque.

It was built by me at the time of completion.

Says, 'There's no need for any of us to go in or out. Baron Tanaka'. Whoever deliberately breaks this from the front in front of him, such as the title of nobility, does not yet appear. On the front of the door, which is tightly closed, when did it sprout, the young leaves of Nila purple grow.

How can it be a sight that makes you feel uncut?

It reminds me of Gogol's old house, the shrouded dwelling, which I found on the Dark Continent whenever.

…………

Quickly knock on the door.

Con Con Con and such.

But there's no response.

Are you out of town?

No, no, no, that can't be right.

"... Mr. Rocco, are you there?

Once again, knock on the door while calling.

Then there was a reaction this time.

I thought I saw movement in the door knob, and a slight gap was created between the door and the door. Looking at it for a while, from about a few centimeters between the door frame, the person I knew peeked at me. It is Mr. Brown Lolita, who lives in the same place, who is nobody else.

Although she is usually a jitsy girl, she is even more jitsy today.

"Excuse me, I'm here to talk to you"

…………

"I'm sorry, can you let me in the house?

…………

No reply.

I'm just staring at you jizzily.

I'm so angry.

Gogol, I have a feeling of fury.

You should apologize honestly here.

"I apologize for keeping you free for so long"

I really enjoyed making the city with Lorigon. That's, for example, childhood folds, after class and after school. Until sundown in the elementary school yard, it was like playing in the sand extensively, with such joy. It's still junior year time.

My friends who were playing with me can't even remember their faces being immaculate.

However, in the midst of the tunnel where together we made mountains out of sand and dug forward from front to back there, the fingertips of each other dressed in soil touched and eventually intertwined, that clammy feeling all over the soil is still vividly reminiscent.

It was such fun.

…………

"... If I may not, may I use a sandbox in the courtyard?

Oh, I'm a little scared of Gogol's face.

I'm sorry.

I was in the mood to play sand with Gogol sexually. We dug the tunnel together and tangled our fingers together in it. Isn't it nice to have a date, a sandbox, a tunnel in the mountains? That's what I felt like centimeters.

I'm so sorry.

"I'm sorry I couldn't keep my word."

…………

As it is, it is unlikely that you will ever hear your mouth.

Her mood has also plummeted thanks to the paranoia that flashed on her own.

The slightly tighter zito eyes that I'm getting right now, this is so cute, I personally want to indulge in just a little bit more. However, no more Emergencies at a level where her relationship with her is at stake.

Even though I've been busy, I've reneged on my promise.

Whatever this occasion is, we have to deal with it well.

"... I've been waiting"

"Yes, Mr. Rocco kept his word."

"But he didn't come"

"Excuse me, I didn't keep my word"

"I don't think it's a good idea not to keep your word"

"You're right. It's not a good idea not to keep your word."

"Need Punishment"

"Well, I think whoever breaks his promise needs punishment"

"It has to be a punishment that will stop me from breaking my promise."

"Yes, I think you're right. We need tight punishment."

But no, Gogol can blame me. Seriously, I feel comfortable.

This becomes a habit.

It feels like verbal aggression, but it excites me more than I imagined. Carelessly, I wish I could go on a little longer. 'Cause it's fun. She usually has a low number of words, so if it's not in these situations, she won't be able to attack me actively.

…………

…………

I'm sorry, but I'm happy with this flow now.

In a quiet room at night, sitting on the edge of the bed and talking peacefully, that's a good thing. But isn't it good to have exciting talks that can be blamed unilaterally, like this, once in a while?

…………

"... Um, Rocco Rocco"

I don't know.

I'm more excited about Gogol than I thought.

This should be put back out.

Not very much, but not in the brain situation of making an apology.

"Excuse me, I just need a moment..."

"... if I even seal the magic, I can grab it"

…………

I guess it's because I was just thinking rude, and I was finally stirred up.

Indeed, when comparing the two statuses, physical performance is more single-digit for Gogol. There is no place to complain. This flesh will be easily nabbed. That's like twisting a baby's hand.

I see.

Thinking about it, I'm starting to feel like I can get the most excited about items that seal the magic. Talk to Gogol properly with his magic sealed. Besides, I'm a little excited in front of Gogol like right now, and hey, you're gonna have to do this.

Let's ask Dr. Editor one day if he can't make that kind of item. If you can get me to rape you backwards with that, even if it kills me with all the momentum, well, I feel like I'm going to be given up on my life quite a bit. That's one form of pure love.

…………

"Um, I'm really sorry. Just a little now..."

I want to be caught.

Gogol grabbed me, and I want to be imprisoned.

Why don't you call me a friend of your own suddenly?

I would suggest brown population reverse rape.

"... why don't you give up?

"Um, talking about those things to boulders from daytime..."

That's like reacting to a cat shaking in front of you or not. Where reason resisted, thought works according to instincts. If there's a hole there, it's a creature named Man who wants to stick a stick in it for now.

Cork at the mouth of the bottle. Plug into outlet. Chicken cucumber. We humans have always solved our difficulties by putting sticks in holes. We have won a tough survival competition. And you will continue to make progress by putting sticks in holes.

I especially want to get into it, like the day you told me to stop. I feel like a wood screw.

I mean, that's it.

If I recall, over the past few days, I've forgotten how to handle too many nights enthusiastic about building a city.

"It's not."

"What does not, I'm sorry, mean?

Should there be one here, a dungeon or something?

I guess I should.

It is a name proposal.

If you look up from your current standing position, your ground-bottom posture, you may be able to see the depth of Gogol's skirt, which was previously unlikely to be visible, from the best angle. Maybe you'll step on my head if I can't stop this.

Excellent.

All right, I will. Underground seats.

"You don't have to."

…………

Damn right.

Being read your mind is a pain in the ass at times like this.

Operation failed.

One stone and two birds are going after Omanco while making an apology.

"... if you don't want to come, you don't have to come anymore"

"Huh? Wait a minute, please"

"I can't, you don't have to. Because I've had enough, I've had it better."

"No, no, not even such a demise. No!

It's not like I didn't want to come. Personally, there's nothing wrong with being together all the time. I'd rather be with you all the time. These days, I have begun to feel insecure that I am not sure about the act of being read my mind. I feel endangered by boulders, so I just want to be careful about distance.

If the person hates me, I don't have an ex or a child.

…………

"Mr. Rocco Rocco?

Rather, as for this one, she is more worried. Every time I look at each other, I am exposed to sexual harassment. I think I'm going to be very tired. If I were in the opposite position, I wouldn't be very, but I wouldn't be able to stand it. Something that impresses me unintentionally because of how broad my heart is.

I mean, if I was thinking about it, I'd get more anxious.

Maybe right now, at this moment, she's trying to keep her distance.

…………

"If I may, I'd be glad to hear it."

I want to be with Dr. Lorigon and Dr. Editor, but if this is how you hang out with your soy sauce face, I can't be more sorry. If you have that background, I want you to be honest with me. Unfortunately, I would like to reduce the frequency of interactions.

…………

…………

However, if you wish, I have received the reverse rape.

Reverse rape while your mind is naked.

Or that one. Reverse rape Because I keep thinking about reverse rape and reverse rape, the word reverse rape has seemed like a terrible everyday word. If you think about it any more, it's going to sound like reverse rape on a mundane clap and it's horrible.

In the past, I have a proven track record of mistakenly referring to intimacy as adultery to people I met for the first time, about when I was thinking only about adultery. It's up to me to understand that a human brain miso is more appropriately made than I thought.

"Sorry, I still have to get back out for today..."

"... finally figured it out"

I was briefly squealed to block this word.

I think so, Gogol, who exhales and sighs and somewhere objectively glances. I can see the tension on my cheeks that was stretched out. What a change of heart.

"Um, Mr. Rocco..."

But just wondering, virgins have no idea, like the inside of a heterosexual mind. Even if you're Gogol, who lacks emotional change, it's still the case.

"I've never doubted my powers"

"Yes?"

"I suspected you were disciplining your mind. And he said he was finally frustrated."

"What do you mean?

You know the brain, far from disciplined.

What are we talking about now?

"But it wasn't. You were normal."

"No way, you can't be normal. Your relationship is important."

I'm not sure what Gogol is talking about.

After all, would I have been stunned?

Even so, I just want to avoid saying goodbye. I don't want to think about a life where I can't sexually harass Gogol. Trouble, this is serious trouble. You're finally genuinely addicted. You can never laugh about the lorigon you lazed with your medicine.

Sincerely. Show some sincerity.

Let's show one sincerity here and connect our potential for future reverse rape.

"Can't you make one wish for everything instead?

Pickle, Gogol's tail moved.

From the top of my skirt, but now I definitely saw movement in her posey. Yeah, it might be convenient for you to be reading your mind at times like this. I'm reading it. Busamen read some of your upsets. [M]

"... anything?

"Yes, anything"

Nod and respond immediately.

If you're asking me to drink holy water, I'll get you a glass.

If you're asking me to eat gold, I'll have rice for you.

"... a little closer, I want to live"

"Close, is it?"

Oh, my God, I don't know.

I can be sure of all this.

with everyone.

…………

As you pointed out, the present Gogol mansion is in terrible and dangerous location. Where I put up a bill or something, it doesn't come true for people's curiosity. In case her qualities are known, it will be a major disturbance that will also involve the advancement and retreat of Dragon City.

We thought we should move somewhere else without having to be pointed out to us by the person. But then the problem is a new dwelling.

Dragon City, which will continue to spread. Moving to the suburbs poorly, pioneering catches up again and you can't see the worry of getting out early. It is further away than the condition that it is now exactly close to being sued.

"Okay. If that's the case, there's one thing that's right."

"Where?"

"It's been a pleasure since we moved."

It is a tower made by the Lorrigon.

Over there, it's convenient to stretch vertically, not horizontally, and it's possible to get enough distance even in the city centre. It can also accommodate the Gogol distance. At the same time, when she complained, she could stay relatively close to everyone she knew.

"... fun since you moved in?

…………

I know you're sorry.

But there's nothing you can do about all this on a boulder.

It's true that I wanted to surprise you. Gogol.

"... thanks"

"No, I'm sorry for the inconvenience."

"Not annoying"

"But..."

When the soy sauce face was having trouble with the words, the front door opened with a noise with Gi. Her appearance becomes evident from what she has been asking between the door and the doorway so far. The outfit from Heiyun is reminiscent of this ethnic costume by example. Mini skirt specs, I love you.

Dr. Editor's munchkin thighs are nice too, but Gogol's healthy, tight thighs are great again. If the former thigh is a thigh that makes you want to be held facially, the latter thigh is also a thigh that makes you want to be held facially. That's a great facial hold.

"I'll talk to you every day"

"Is it good? I think I'm going to reduce it a little more often..."

"If it's any trouble, I'll go"

"Excuse me, that's a boulder problem, so I'll be on my way"

I did.

Apparently, you've forgiven me.

Although I'm super happy.

I finally felt comfortable when I mounted the talk promise for the moment. I'm glad you forgive me safely. I would like to focus on this evening's conversation.

Busamen to alter consciousness.

In its front, unexpectedly, there was a change in Gogol's expression.

"... talk all the time. Always, always, always."

Although small in the mouth you speak, you can definitely peek at the grin.

Oops.

Isn't Gogol's smile the most rare thing you can think of? As far as I have seen it once before on the Dark Continent. But it was just after putting the Green Sylphs up for the Blood Festival, and when you encounted her at home.

Yeah, that's not much of a sight to remember.

"Right. If it's going to happen, it's something I've always wanted to talk to you about."

"... nothing. Nothing. I don't care."

"Really?

When I spoke to you, I immediately went back to my original cool beauty.

It was only a few moments ago. Too bad.

"Yes. Exactly."

"So shall we rush the move today? You're negotiating a place."

"Okay. I'll wait here."

"Understood."

Busamen was thinking about this and the strange things, so I guess you were careful. It's not that I can't take care of it, though I may have low communal skills.

Whatever it is, it's good to make up with Gogol.

◇ ◆ ◇

Moving places is the corner of an emerging residential neighborhood.

The soy sauce face came all the way under the lorigon, which was in the middle of civil engineering work. At the same place, she was dressed and dusty, but there was a good smile and a good look at her. I have spoken up for this, and it is up to me to negotiate.

However, the discussion was difficult.

When I suggested Gogol move, Lorigon hated the big story. That tower was built by me, something acceptable to the Gogols and so on, you just have to move far anywhere, and so on.

I hate Gogol the same way.

Once it's eaten, this makes me feel comfortable.

'Absolutely not! No, no, no! I won't forgive you!?

Just cowardly dragons don't understand the pleasure.

Guru, I was intimidated until I rang my throat.

It looks so nasty.

Speaking up, the initial smile also completely blew me away.

"I don't mean the top floor room. It's fine on the middle floor. I just want to borrow one floor. And, of course, forbid her to travel to other floors without your permission."

"I don't like it."

"What can I do?

"I really don't like it"

"... Really?"

It's harder than I thought.

But there's no other place near the mayor's house that Gogol seems to be able to live. Even now, it is difficult to relocate the mayor's house. There are other dusk club stuffs, editor teachers, magical nobility research buildings, and other important facilities that are laid together.

Assuming we move, we need to move all of it. It is the heart of an administration that has already laid even the kind of sewer, so that is where we want to avoid it on boulders. It will be a huge delay against the city's expansion plans.

Then what if this happens?

"Okay. I'll build another tower, too."

It was made of Lorigon, even Busamen, I'm sure I can.

"Eh..."

"And in the highest part of it, let her live"

If you finally go beyond the existing tower or something, come on, there's a chance you'll enjoy the roaring lorigon with a face you're not going to regret in a long time. Sometimes the soy sauce face will have to show the guy that it's majestic, and, oh, isn't that a good choice to make?

If that's the case, let's hurry up and get started.

Return your heels and bring your consciousness into the sky to exercise the magic of flight.

"Excuse me for being busy..."

"Stay! Wait a minute!

"What is it?

Then, in a terribly hurried state, he was hung up still.

Looking back to the side where it came from.

Together, there's a lorigon there that looks terribly rushed.

'... ok. Or, or I'll lend it to you!

"Are you sure? Until now, I hate you so much..."

'No! Just borrow it! So don't you ever make it!

"Sure, if I could borrow the floor, I wouldn't make it,"

"It's true!? What, you'll never make it!? Absolutely. Huh!?

"Yeah, sort of."

"Oh, so, so, only in the middle! Just in the middle!

"Yeah, I know."

"If you come up above the middle, I'll kill you! Because I will definitely kill you!?

"I'll be sure to tell her."

"Guru, Guru"

With the momentum that's going to jump on me now, Lorigon stares at Busamen with his throat ringing. I've been feeling like I'm getting along with other faces lately. In fact, the distance between you and the teacher and Sophia seems very close.

However, the improved relationship with Gogol still seems to be high.

"Thank you, Mr. Christina"

That's not what you say. Those are the words that the Gogols should say. '

"Right. I'll send her to you again."

"Be, be, I have to let you come! Don't make me come. Yikes!? Absolutely! '

What a difficult character.

Just, well, it turned out good.

We've got Gogol moving in safely.

◇ ◆ ◇

Rapidly decided to move Gogol.

I was in the middle of helping with the work.

"Hey! Tanaka's husband! Whoa!"

A soy sauce face that was flying magically transporting pieces of furniture from the Gogol Mansion. Someone called this out loud from the ground. If you turn your gaze to something, you'll find Gong heading this way and waving his arms wide.

Keep the furniture afloat in the universe and rush underneath it.

The place is just outside the front of the mayor's house, the front door.

"What's up?

"Don't you know who Neumann is? I'm in a hurry."

"If that's the case, shall we look for it?

"I'm sorry I'm busy, but can't you do that?

I was asked to keep my hair shut.

It's also unusual for Gong to be in a hurry so far. I'm worried about nature and Mr. Neumann. If you don't mind, I'd like you to tell me. Maybe even a soy sauce face can handle it.

"I understand. By the way, can I ask you something?

"Oh, he's got a kid coming."

"Is that true?

"And you can't see your mother. He said he came alone."

"What is that again..."

I accidentally got my chest pounded.

Just knowing the circumstances of Mr. Neumann's family makes this a sudden decision. I don't know where or what you're doing, but it seems better to bring him back in a big hurry. Maybe that's why Gong hung up on her soy sauce face, too.

"Can you ask?

"Okay. I'll bring him in right away. By the way, take care of your child..."

"Leave it to me. I'm letting the women in the clan see it."

"It helps."

The boulder is Gong,

I don't surround Dada with Lori Harlem or anything.

I can trust you when it comes to handling little ones.

"I'll be back in a minute, please"

Given the situation in which Mr Neumann has been placed, there is no more prioritised task. His child must have been still young. If that came from the capital to Dragon City on its own, it wouldn't be a level for a first time. It's a big adventure.

It seems that the situation is suitably stuck in the wings.

In the meantime, let's move all the furniture we have to the tower.

Don't forget to give Gogol a shout.

We have to hurry.

◇ ◆ ◇

Mr. Neumann here these days is working harder than ever to forget the fact of an affair. It seems that's why they work all the time, except during meals and baths, from morning to night sleep.

Such was he taking command of the loading of supplies in an emerging residential area today.

It's not even enough for Mr. Neumann, a super official, to go out on purpose.

However, still, you wanted to be moving your body.

Mr. Neumann heads to the face of the Dusk Regiment, where his voice also flies loud instructions. Explain the situation to him like that and fly one to the mayor's house by flying magic. As Gong promised me, I would not take you for half an hour.

So now, in the reception room at the same place, there is a set of parents and children facing each other.

"Daddy!

"Michelle!

Mr Neumann, who opened the door and took exactly one step into the room now.

Admitting that appearance, the young girl was a douche.

Dive straight to him with all your might.

Mr. Neumann takes this with both hands and the parent-child embrace is complete.

"Daddy! I missed you! Dad!"

"Michelle, how did you get here..."

Your father is confused about your daughter calling your dad.

She responds well to him like that.

"I missed my dad! I heard you were in this city!

"No, but there's a distance from here to the capital, Calis..."

Chirali, Mr. Neumann's gaze heads this way.

Speaking of soy sauce faces, of course, I shook my head to the side and answered.

"... No way, did you really come alone?

"Ugh! I missed your dad! Daddy!

"Huh..."

For a moment, Mr. Neumann's expression got a hangover.

Feel like I'm going to cry.

Your daughter, on the other hand, looks very happy.

Around the age, is it about junior high school? Long hair stretched down to the waist or crisp large eyes, matching shades with Mr. Neumann. I guess we've had a lot of corresponding hardship by the time we got here. The clothes of the town daughter are dirty to earth and dust, and by the way there are holes and other holes.

Is it something like two hundred miles visiting my father?

Very touching occasion, very frightening, but soy sauce facially striking. A tight-eyed eye, reminiscent of the strength of the core even in the young, precisely stimulates the octin of the mind. Single, double the amount of action traveled to Dragon City.

Gogol, I knew you wouldn't lie to yourself.

I want to fuck with all my heart.

"Are you hurt? Are you feeling any worse?

"It's all right! As much as this, it's nothing!

"Oh, yeah..."

What a smiling sight.

Loricon's heart is screaming, whether I should be touched or excited.

To the depth of the business I honestly can't be impressed with an inspiring scene.

"Mr. Gonzalez, let's go"

"Right."

You can ask about the situation later.

With Gong, the Lolicon bastard will be behind the scene. Because it would be dangerous to watch any more. I can afford to fuck my brain. Paranoia erodes reality. The beautiful sight is the result of a slight remaining reason complaining about wanting to finish clean.

Good for you, Mr. Neumann.

Still, the soy sauce face doesn't want to give up your reinstatement.

I'll make up my mind for your lovely little girl.

I think a creature named Daddy is a numb by showing her daughter where she looks good.

◇ ◆ ◇

I was just finishing up Gogol's move, and I came back to the office.

There's a Roligon figure beside him. In the middle of our move, she couldn't help but leave to see how Gogol was doing. I guess I was watching in case I didn't deviate from the area I gave myself.

From now on, after the work is completed, it is a form of flow to the mayor's house to move the place.

By the way, Gogol is unloading and other things at her new home. None of the personal belongings equals nothing, so it wouldn't be that much trouble. I'm thinking of taking it later by the move or even a plug that feels like it and getting in the mood.

"Oh, my husband and the mayor are here, huh?

Early on as I opened the door, Gong's powerful voice sounded.

In addition to him, there were appearances of Sophia, Mr. Neumann, and even Mr. Neumann's daughter. Apparently, the resumption of inspiration has come to a halt. Now it was like an afternoon tea time and everyone was sitting on the couch pecking cakes and stuff.

"Tanaka, I took care of you. Sorry."

I found a soy sauce face at the end of the door and, best of all, Mr. Neumann lifted his hips.

I think so, I bow my head deeply with the words of apology.

Your daughter, who was sitting next to it, also learned to do this and stood up and bowed.

What a handsome child!

Maybe he looked like his father.

"Hey, what's that girl?

"This is Mr. Neumann's child. Please be rude."

"... his kid."

Appropriately ignore the inquiry from the Lorigon and turn to the person.

"Please raise your head, Mr. Neumann. It's never a hassle. Isn't it important for your daughter? As colleagues working together in the workplace, it's only natural that you work with them. When we're in trouble, we're with each other."

"No, it's all a family matter. There's no way you can take care of your workplace."

But well, what's wrong with this seriousness?

Why don't you just go a little too far?

"This place is different from the Royal Palace. Don't you have to worry about the end of things like that? I keep bothering you all because of private issues, such as me when I say that. It's the end of the day when the mayor's out of town in the mood."

"Yes, no, but..."

Confused Mr. Neumann.

On the other hand, your daughter is staring jizzily at the exchange of soy sauce faces with her father.

As a colleague of my dad, I feel comfortable like I'm being treasured.

Here's one thing. As your father's boss, you should show off what you look like.

"Let's build a house near here where we can live with your daughter."

"Stay! You should have done that!

"We also have extra rooms in the mayor's mansion, but I still think that time and space without parent-child water is important. Your daughter is also still small, so you should take care of your home environment. Anyway, this mansion is busy."

I live in a slightly more dangerous Yaritin or something.

He's more dangerous now than the Lorrigon, thinking non-motorically.

"But then don't you look down on the others!?

Mr Neumann, who is reluctant.

It was Gong who opened his mouth to him like that.

"Come on, what happens to us if I say that? It's Neumann."

"Yes, no, but..."

He and his obedient dusk regiment are provided with dedicated stuffing and collective housing close to the town mayor's house. Because it is the same clan that boasts more than three digits of personnel, its potential is a large apartment-like entity.

However, that's still not a problem for the city as a whole.

Even during these times, there are some areas around the town manager's house that allow him to loosen up on the land. It's called urban design with a view to the future. I would like to think of enough room for the institution in that hand, as there will be more and more people involved in having a family during their marriage in the future.

It is also known as the Knights' quarters.

"But, well, what brings my daughter here all by herself? I've heard this before. So, you lived in the capital, right? No matter how divided the conflict is, there is more to it than it is dangerous. And a child's foot. That would be a long way off."

While doing so, Gong asked to change the subject.

Apparently, Mr. Neumann hasn't told them his family secrets yet.

Personally, I want to keep it a secret for you.

I think so.

"Oh, no, that's..."

Mr. Neumann in a hurry.

Busamen have an understanding of exactly the problems he is facing right now.

I can empathize from the bottom of my heart.

One or two words I don't want anyone to touch is something.

For example, look, you're here. He says the word virginity on something. With a concoction virgin or an international travel virgin? He also weaves it into casual work talks at work and somewhat incites virginity.

And only with him like that, even though he's not handsome, he has a pretty, worthy girlfriend. Because I accept that fact even more naturally, I already want to convert Chinchin to a discrete Fourier.

Make me want to take away my non-anal options.

If virginity was also abandoned as easily as virginity, the men's world must have been peaceful.

I'm sure there was no dispute either.

He remained calm and could be a pair of wings fully feathered in his own world.

True freedom was there.

"What's going on? If it's okay with me, I'll help!

Besides, in Gong's case, the quality is poor because everything comes from good intentions.

Be cautious.

Even though your daughter is present.

"No, the... what. I can talk in these places..."

"What's up? I know you and I are friends."

It's not good as it is.

There are a lot of soy sauce faces that stay on the scene and know the end.

I must protect Mr. Neumann's dignity.

"Mr. Gonzalez, isn't it one or two of the things anyone wants to keep inside their mind, something they have? I can afford to welcome this with warm eyes, even if I felt like a man to Mr. Gonzalez, right?

"Oh, come on, on the boulder. That's a relief..."

Speaking of appropriateness, Gong responded early.

I haven't filled Dada with rear. After a light mouthful from a rare soy sauce face, I guess I felt sensitive about a series of exchanges. Though I think it's a boulder for these quick switches. I'm not leading a clan or anything to Dada.

So, what's the matter?

"Dad, Dad's not bad. Go! I'm sorry about your mom! My mom's so bad!

Your daughter reacted better.

He stands in front of Mr. Neumann and opens his hands so as to protect his dad.

I dare to turn to my soy sauce face and gong, it is an essential shape.

Forget the former, I'm trying my best, even though the latter and others are so scared of faces.

"Dad's not bad. No! It's bad that my mom got together with some weird guy! My dad works hard, he works hard, but my mom says bad things about my dad! That's crazy! I worked hard late every day!

…………

What a heartbeat word.

Thanks to you, everyone found out everything that matters.

"Oh, please! Please be nice to your dad and put it up! If it's okay with me, I'll do anything! So, please, please be nice to your dad! My dad is amazing! Dad, my dad is so awesome! Really!"

I will sue you in the form of an imperative.

I lost everyone's place to give it back when I took this. Even the maid, who has been penetrating me so far, is looking up at your daughter from the books. Even the Lorigon, talking about something, but what's wrong with you and your mouth with the mogno.

Mr. Neumann, you're loved more than I ever imagined.

I'm a little hotheaded.

If you turn your gaze, Mr. Neumann, you're holding your eyes at your fingertips.

Right. Right.

◇ ◆ ◇

With the advent of your daughter, the circumstances of the Neumann family became naked.

Mr. Neumann himself explained his history to Gong and Sofia. Why did she go from her daughter's mouth to visiting her place when she was single? I could ask about the kick-ass that led to today's disturbance.

Apparently, she was witnessing her wife's infidelity.

Furthermore, between his wife and the man, Mr. Neumann was routinely misspoken. After hearing this over and over again, she decided to run away from home, saying she was no longer patient. I hear that's what happened last week.

"I don't know, I'm sorry. I don't need it. I asked."

"No, never mind. I was just about to get to know you."

Once told, the atmosphere in your room is indescribable. I would have helped you with how you asked yourself, Gong opened his mouth feeling sorry for you. The look on Mr Neumann's face in response to this seems to me to give up everything.

That's not a good idea.

"But boulders are Mr. Neumann's children, aren't they? From what I believe in myself, you make decisions straight up and even bring them together to act alone across the city. We don't even have to compare them to kids the same age."

Anything, daughter, from rumors whispered to the neighborhood, apparently his own father identified his place of work.

From there on out is a straight line in search of my beloved dad. It was a story of a great adventure, from standing in the capital, Calis, to Dragon City. The boulder's soy sauce face also made me sweat in my hand in the middle of that story. It was a situation in which it could not be known when or when Lori rape would occur.

Actually, I even think of the possibility that that membrane has already been lost.

"... oh yeah. She's too old for me."

Squeeze and stare at your own daughter for mercy.

"You're gonna take care of him over here for the moment, aren't you? Tell me as much as you need! I'll bring it in as a matter of priority! Yeah, we're gonna live here for a while until we get a house, right? I need to get ready for the room."

"No, you can't do that to a boulder. Good in order."

"Sometimes it's good. That's how I feel."

Gong has a few more mouths than usual to comfort Mr. Neumann.

"Are you a child......"

With a series of interactions as my ears, I guess I felt something. Don't tell anyone, Bosoli, Lorrigon groaned. A slightly more serene expression than plain. From Mr. Neumann to your daughter, and to his own flesh, Lorigon's gaze circles.

"What's up? Mr. Christina."

"Nah, whatever. No! Nothing!?

When I was curious and called out, Vikri, I was surprised to shake my shoulder.

Whether it's a staggering scene or not.

"Really? I hope so."

"Bu, if you're my boy, you have to take care of him! As mayor!

I barked in a hurry, and Ni and laughed at the mayor's mouth.

The same goes for the Nui case, but it's the Lorigons here these days that have been responding more and more positively to the relationship between their subordinates and their subordinates and their hands. Can it be the recoil that has led a prolonged, atrocious, outrageous one-man life so far?

"Whoa, the boulder is our mayor!

"It is only natural for me as the mayor to provide for my men. If that's the case, I'm gonna have to make a fine house! You can leave it to me! Better than that ningen over there, I'll build you a good house!

Chirali, Lorrigon gives me a gaze over here.

He's a businessman.

"Right. I'll leave their new home to the mayor."

"Phew! Yes, you are! What a child of a subordinate and a child!

When I honestly nodded, they looked like they'd never fucked me before.

It's mochi cheeky pepper nipple.

I regret being 50% frustrated and 50% smiling.

"Um, Dad, Dad, who's this kid? You look just like me..."

Atrophy in Lorigon's eyesight.

I don't know what that feels like, but I don't. If you run into him accidentally in the hallway in the middle of the night, he's seriously freaking out for you. Close to that in the haunted mansion. I almost screamed and screamed reflexively when I met him perfectly at the corner.

"I'm the mayor of this city. The name is Christina."

'Yes, I am the mayor. Mayor!... you're great, aren't you?

"Huh? But, you know, like me..."

'If someone abuses you, you're gonna tell me right?

"Ugh, yeah."

Your daughter was made to snort in disfigurement.

The expression may have given birth to doubt. Not very much, but it doesn't look convincing. It's just that I don't need to be in a bad mood for Lorigon to do this on this occasion. Mr Neumann seems to have thought so, and this does not make any mention.

There will be individual explanations later.

Then I'll be there for you! Aido! '

Quick to say, or a lolligon popping out of the room on a run.

Zudadadada and footsteps also retreat loudly and far.

"Sorry to bother you then, but later, please. Mr. Gonzalez, Mr. Sophia."

Oops, I got this.

"Ha, ha!

I just asked the two of you to take care of remaining, and the soy sauce face will also be after the office.

Whatever it is, I'm glad your daughter is safe.

At this rate, I wonder if he, too, of heartbreak, will stay calm for the future. Mr Neumann was worried because there was something self-inflicted in the last few days. Living with your daughter would be appreciated if you could regain your original rhythm.

And let the slightest respite granted by family love necessarily lead to salvation.