Atelier Tanaka

When I came back from the past, now my shota dick was purple.

It is also an inter-bundling event that reassured Estelle that her stomach was pulling in. Rather, in terms of the state of change, it is a more pronounced change than the return a week ago. Thanks to you, my voice was leaking.

"Mr. Ashley, this body..."

"It's the only way, right? O, if you hug Osama, get excited..."

You mistook the intent of the question, the shota dick becomes especially close.

A thumbing else bordered by a soy sauce-faced thigh conveys its size and shape across the garment. There is no doubt there. Reality pulsating in a certain rhythm suggested that the person in front of him was still a man.

I feel goosebumps on my spine and neck.

"I have your eyes, too. Let's get away."

"Ah..."

Press your opponent's shoulders with both hands to distance them.

Thus the face of the shota dick, viewed from the most recent, was also more feminine to him before the colour of his skin changed. There is also a slight swelling in the chest. It is also rounded with body. Then the stiff and warm feeling felt on the thighs of the soy sauce face is ambitious everywhere.

The chaos of virginity is natural.

"Excuse me. Before I report to you, I'd like to discuss something with these girls. We are very sorry to hear from you unilaterally, but please give us a moment. We'll have a discussion in this room again at the same time tomorrow."

Death appeal while pointing his gaze at Dr. Editor and Lorigon.

'Cause I want time to calm down. True.

"Hmm? What's so profound about it?

"Excuse me, it's a matter of concern to our future."

I resent the vertical rolls that get all tangled up here.

I'm sure you're spotting Busamen's impatience.

On the other hand, it is in these occasions that it is our Knights Commander who is reliable.

"Count, it's just a wish. Let's just get out of here."

Look at each other and speak loudly.

In terms of arm strength only, Gong is inferior to outsiders. I also helped professors of journals and brave men in the west yesterday, and they tend to bury something. However, its presence is second only to that of the mayor of the town in Dragon City. There is also a great deal of trust from Lorigon and Editor Sensei.

Thanks to you, I nodded more honestly than I thought.

"Well, shall we take our seats off?" "Um, shall we?" "Nah." "What? Oh, it's nasty just the three of us." "But if there's anything I can do to help, feel free to ask!" "Osama, I'll be waiting in my room at night!

Faces exiting the reception room with straw.

I never took it up and complained. Even if it's the eyes of doubt, please listen to us honestly. Everyone in the room, including the purple shota dick in question, left the room without exception of anyone.

By dropping this off, all that remained at the same place were three soy sauce faces, a teacher and a lorigon.

"... Editor"

"You're changing again."

"Seems so"

Look at each other and nod at each other with a face of tension.

If there was a slight difference, there would have been a choice to look and pretend not to look. However, if you have left humans so markedly, you are in a hurry for boulders. Shotadick should have had a great ambition to rehabilitate the Aufschneider family in the first place.

In the wake of one case of Estelle's sacrificing, even against Richard, she made her voice so loud and awesome.

"That human being, how is he becoming a sachubas?

"You can't say anything at the moment..."

Again, that look looks like a sacubus. Before, Estelle had the same appearance when she fell asleep due to a lack of zer juice. I was hoping maybe, but apparently the guess was right.

He said that if he continued to indulge in the urge to drink, he would return to his ancestors.

"Wasn't he, as a nobleman, hoping to rebuild his parents' house? If it turns out to be a sacubus, it is too late to live dispersed in the world of men instead of becoming a nobleman. You can't overlook this on a boulder."

"I share the opinion of the editor."

'So you're going back to the past again?

"As far as his situation is concerned, I think we have to go back. But I don't know what and why Mr. Ashley has become a succubus all this time. I think it's better to think about that before going back in time."

"Ugh, um. You're right."

What a pain in the ass. Space-time magic.

I can't laugh about the teacher with this. If I fix one, one bug, and if I fix another, one bug, I feel horrible that I'm going to repeat it postponingly. And in a gradually more serious direction, I feel like the situation is rolling.

Ultimately, at a certain time in the past, it's horrible that the three of us are going to be together in dozens of sets at the same time or something like hell.

"Didn't the elves do something?

"I don't think so. I just kept that guy away from the reception room, as originally planned. I haven't seen anyone else because I broke up just a short walk away. None of the words I've exchanged with love the weather or the temperature of the day."

"Then why?

"Isn't that your mistake?

"What? Wow, I'm not! Not at all!

Trouble, trouble. Is there any good way to help?

Think desperately.

However, the thread did not float when it came to this. 'Cause the other guy is a shota dick. At the point in the past when we returned, we hadn't even met. No, I didn't even know it existed.

"Hurry up, I'll talk to the others and gather information."

"Um, well, that would be good. I'll work with you."

"... Guru, I'm worried that you're alone, and I'm coming with you."

"Can't we do something else?

…………

How did the shota dick become a sacubus?

A little impossibility would be a good idea to listen around from everyone, knowing. Doesn't seem like an act of putting out a snake with a snake on it, but I just have to do something about all this myself.

◇ ◆ ◇

The soy sauce face, which broke up with the two of them in the reception room, turned to the shota dick room with its feet.

It is still up to me to confirm with the person that I consider it most efficient. It's a route I personally wanted to avoid, but it's not a situation where I can be gonnabe in front of Dr. Editor and even Lorigon, oh come on.

"Mr. Ashley, are you there?

He calls out through the door, knocks and knocks with the back of his hand.

Concon and dry noise echoed in the hallway.

However, I do not see how a reply will be received with this.

Apparently, he's away.

…………

I wonder where he went.

I just thought I'd gone back from the reception room to the room.

Then apart from the other side of the door, I heard voices.

"Oh? I wonder what you're doing in there?

"Oh, this is Mr. Doris"

It is a vertical roll.

I'm sure you have plenty of time to see me walk alone. Before I told him to wait until tomorrow, how uncomfortable it feels to be seen working separately from Dr. Editor and Lorigon like this.

"Early on back from the past, may I make a son with my beloved wife?

"No. You can't have kids with guys."

"Really? It seemed like a lot of noise last night."

"... last night, is it?

I didn't do anything about it yesterday, but I must have slept right away.

Is this another bad quality joke about vertical rolls too?

That's how I thought about it, and it was Estelle's tummy that I glimpsed with space-time magic a week ago that passed behind her head. It is a large swollen potato belly. Maybe if the same thing is happening to the shota dick.

It is such a terrible imagination.

…………

"I wonder what's going on? I'm telling you, I wanted to ask you, didn't I? When I walked through the neighborhood, I just happened to hear it. Oh, really? You didn't lie to me, did you?

To observe from the state of the vertical roll, it seems that he had heard what was to be heard.

I mean, wheezing is the truth.

Whose hand made who rang, the process uncertain, but in any case, he said it was sounding.

"Excuse me, do you have any idea where he is?

"If that's the case, then earlier, you said you were going to take a bath. Wow. See, where that ghost like Nannuzzi lives, or what? I told you I was going over there, didn't I? I don't know what you're going to do."

"Thank you"

I can't stay like this, we have to sort out the situation as soon as possible.

And go back in time and correct the sexuality of your son who went mad.

◇ ◆ ◇

The destination of the visit is one of the many baths in Dragon City.

This is the bathroom where Mr. Nannuzzi lives.

With his clothes on, he takes off only his shoes and socks and proceeds from the stripper to the bathroom. When I opened the door, a slight boiling water engulfed my entire body. Everywhere in Dragon City baths are sourced. The hot air rising from that water overflows my vision.

Regardless of this, the soy sauce face goes into the bathroom and moves the foot forward.

Then, just taking a few steps, I discovered the person I wanted.

"That, Osama?

"Mr. Ashley. I just wanted to say a few words…"

The target's skin color is purple and the feathers are horned, so even in the hot bathroom, it immediately caught my eye. Mr. Nannuzzi, I can see someone purple a few meters away, mingled with a hundred shottadicks of a child's own and a few small skin tones.

Also on his front like that was the figure of a child sitting in a bath chair and turning his back. Apparently, he's got his hair washed by a shota dick, bubbling up from his neck. When I was a year, was it about junior high school?

From the way long blonde hair drenched in water drips over her back, Busamen brakes bravely here. If it's true, I want to move forward at full speed, turn around to its front, and fall asleep in depression. It is a sudden braking with such impulses endured. I don't mind leaning back at all.

"Excuse me. Speaking of which, this was a mixed bath."

No kidding. Lolita alert issued.

Seeing that nudity is a fascinating thing to do. However, in other high-profile locations, there is no way to continue watching. I resent yesterday's title, which is not as trivial as this kind of occasion.

No, but seriously.

If this is the moment we're going to fix anyway, some adventure...

"Wait a minute, old man"

"Ah, yes. You're going back out."

No, no, let's stop it.

It would be tough if doctors and lorigons were watching me.

"No, he's not a woman."

…………

Oh, my God. That. That's troublesome information.

What do you mean, it's not a woman?

Yeah, but wait. If I recall, this is Shota dick hell.

"... were you a boy"

"Oh, yeah. So just give me a minute."

He quickly washes the hair of the child sitting in front of him. Hair washed of bubbles by running water was quickened up in a ponytail shape with something like a hippo. At the end of the day, I flushed around the noodles with hot water, and so on.

It is ripe for a long time.

"That's a pretty good kid."

"Oh, Mr. Nannuzzi"

A translucent lady was floating beside me if I noticed.

Lord of the hot springs here.

"Why is she taking care of the kids here? Look, I can't touch things or people because of someone else, can I? So I'm asking her to take care of the little one."

"I see."

"I'm just glad you're taking care of me, but you can't instruct me to stretch my cut hair again because of it. I like being more like a boy, but every kid feels a little lonely being like a girl."

…………

"And lately, where did you bring it from, let me take some strange pills and inflate it all the way to my chest..."

Looking around, there's more.

Many children, including those who were washed of their hair, have begun to swell their chests softly. The meat was also rounded, increasing shortly after it was donated, and there were more girly looking children. As she put it, the mesmerization of one hundred shota dicks is definitely progressing.

Could it be a woman's hole?

Woman Hol, did I do it?

Or something else, an alchemic magic potion, something like that.

"Speaking of which, how would you like to live with the newly-increased number of cohabitants?

This is not the topic I want to continue on anyway.

There are other things that bothered me, so let me just shake the conversation. It is about the Virgin who has moved to this hot spring since the end of her battle with the Demon King. He threw a round at Mr. Nannuzzi and remembered that it was intact.

"... cohabitants?

"I think I've led you to the same situation."

"Oh, that girl? If she were you, she'd be smaller in the corner."

Mr. Nannuzzi's gaze shifted toward the hot tub. Chasing this, I see, there is indeed the figure of the Virgin. He is a saint bitch who became translucent just like her. It's a sports seat reminiscent of Mr. Gogol here, sinking in the corner of the tub.

I still feel depressed about this.

…………

"It's been like that ever since we got here, huh? Talking to you doesn't make any sense."

"... Really?"

Apparently Shota didn't like it.

If the problem with the Immortal King comes to a close, you might want to think of something. She is the Virgin, whether rotten or bream, mentally broken. Though I think it will be ok, it will be difficult if a downward event occurs.

"Oh, you kept me waiting, old man!

That's how the shota dick came to us.

Soon I will be naked.

I can't help it because it's a bath. Busamen in clothes are more against the rules. However, I can't get a pawn. However, there was no way to add a scratch, and the soy sauce face continued the conversation by pretending not to see it.

"Thank you for taking care of these kids"

"No, well, that's fine. It's what I like to do."

"But still a good number of people. It will take a lot of work. I thought this management was sweet to Nannuzzi's favor, and I was very grateful. I'm going to make sure I get it right in the future."

Operation to create a serious atmosphere and get through it.

Then Mr. Nannuzzi brought tea in from the side.

"Oh, what are you serious about?

"Did you look serious?

"I thought you enjoyed working with these kids yesterday because of how great they looked. I want you to be mine to show off dirty paintings every time. We can't leave the bath."

"... eh"

"There's really nothing Count Tanaka can do about it. He's a hobbyist. You're surrounded by women, but you don't give a shit, do you? Yeah, but you never denied it, did you? I was just wondering if you could buy me a little more of a boy or something."

…………

There was a change around, depending on Mr. Nannuzzi's voice.

One hundred other shottadicks stood up in unison.

I can't hold my hair for a while and turn back to my soy sauce face.

I can't even feel the dust on their faces, such as pride as a male. Adorable enough to see with a woman at first sight. I got a glimpse of it. But who is a boy without exception. Even the kid who had his head washed this way.

All of them are flushing their cheeks to the inexperienced excitement.

He stares at the soy sauce face.

This flow is not good. Very bad. It's a video game that you can play a thousand times, and it feels like you've stepped into a room with lots of monsters. Even at the next moment, I feel signs that I'm going to hear a beeping noise, as Koi even threw breadcrumbs into the swimming pool.

"... Mr. Ashley, tell me one thing"

"Hey, what is it? It suddenly changed..."

Contact the owner of the Aufschneider family from Busamen to strip the subject forcefully. Let's just see how it went in the past and get some free time from the same place. Or you can change the place for conversation. Even though it is not soaked in water, the sweat seeps away.

"It's about me and your familiarity, but one thing in the school city..."

Similar to this and the time, the shade shaded by the sunlight plugging through the hot tub window.

In the bathroom that gets much dimmer.

At first everyone's consciousness goes through the windowsill and out of the building.

Then there was the appearance of an airship from the courtyard facing the bathroom, about to fly right into the sky now. The sunlight seems to have been blocked by the fuselage. Somewhat familiar form, well, where did you see it?

Compared to what you have taken care of yourself in the past, its fuselage shows up much smaller. The design also focuses on functionality, or lacks some glamour. Also, I felt brand new in the paint, not long after it was maintained.

"Ah, it's Hook's brother"

Looking at the boat floating in the sky, the shota dick squeaked.

I see, you're absolutely right.

The flying spacecraft that floated in the sky was similar to the one that Busamen shot down with a fireball as he headed to the school city. After undergoing considerable renovation, each place has changed its design considerably, but it seems somewhat shadowy. The separation is remarkable, such as the number of wings.

Thanks to one thing, the question came to mind.

How can an airship that should have been broken be flying in the air?

Indeed, the soy sauce face returned to him the demonic stone that became the heart of the airship. And he used his returning demonic stone to build a new airship. Operations had already begun. But that's completely separate from the airship that was originally operated by Hook's bastard.

At least, it doesn't resemble exactly one ship rising to the sky right now.

"Huh..."

Thanks to this, the mystery was solved.

Why is the shota dick succubatizing?

Is it even busamen and love tutsch?

"Mr. Ashley, if I may ask you something, when was the first time he and I met your brother?

"Huh? Didn't you and Brother Hook know each other long before I got here? I don't know anything about boulders back then."

It is Dompisha.

I knew it.

"Sorry, we have an emergency"

"Huh? Oh, wait a minute, old man!

Osama, who arrived at the truth, ran after the bath.

◇ ◆ ◇

It was again in the reception room of the mayor's house that the soy sauce face left the bathroom turned.

Then there was the appearance of the teacher and the lorigon in the area.

"Oh, back."

"Smells like a bath..."

I'm sorry, the person I was looking for was in the bathroom.

He sits on the couch across the street and has a look that seems difficult.

I mean, Dr. Editor, he just seems a little in a bad mood. He turns a jittery glance as Busamen steps into the room. Would it be a face reminiscent of Gogol anyway?

"Looks like you checked the situation, too, huh?

"Is that you too?

"I didn't know you were a man. I didn't think so either."

"Omae, why do you like males? Even though I can't make children. '

Apparently, they also hear about the relationship between the shota dick and the soy sauce face. I'm sure from other faces, the relationship between the two of them was enthusiastic. Vertical rolls and what Mr. Nannuzzi said are also by no means lies.

"I'll tell you just in case, I like women just like so many other men, and I don't want to do anything about it with men. If you are pointing out your relationship with Mr. Ashley, I can confirm the cause."

"Really? From what we've confirmed, it seemed quite intimate."

"Apparently, this conversation with Mr. Gonzalez caused it."

"No way, ah, that guy dictated to you? That's why you..."

"No, you don't"

An editor teacher who becomes a hazy expression and begins to shake her shoulders with a mess.

I want you to give me a break about that.

It's hard to imagine when I see Gong properly in the future.

"You were watching this elf with me, that time?

"Yeah, that's right. That was what caused it."

Nodding at Lorigon's words, the soy sauce face continues to explain.

The trigger is definitely a conversation with him.

Busamen and Lorigon encountered Gong properly as Dr. Editor struggled to stop her in the hallway in front of the reception room to undo Estelle's belly bote. So he asked us if we were useful.

In contrast, Busamen also helped him turn his mind to the teacher's interactions, and without thinking too deeply, he was peppering back the complaints he was used to talking about. Says, if anyone else knows you, I'd appreciate an introduction.

This is the cause. Gong smiled and made him feel comfortable responding. If I were you, I could introduce you with confidence, you know. I'm sure he took a casual word of soy sauce face sincerely at the time.

"As I'm sure you both know, Mr. Ashley and Mr. Gonzalez have a brother named Rock Aufschneiter. And that encounter with him has changed a little bit now that we're back."

What turned out to be introduced were salt plums such as hook bastards who were not close to each other in the body.

I don't know then, one thing in a school city is going to change the situation dramatically. Before I knew that gender, I imagined myself honestly accepting my brother's hateful pozi against the shota dick who was JC treated.

"When it comes to those men's brothers, is that the man who was doing the Sky Thief?

"Yeah, that's right. The fact that the change in his encounter with me, more specifically, only slightly quickened the time of the encounter, has become a decisive factor in separating the present, which we know, from the present, which has thus changed, from the two present"

That's just some futuristic story the hammer changed. The leader of an empty thief who would have encountered him before and after his trip to the school city. Having met him one foot ahead of the other like that changed the future of virginity dramatically.

Ever since I found out Shota dick was a man, I've been pushed to keep the damage to Velochew only because that and this was also his brother dropping you with a fireball beforehand. Because of that one incident, the soy sauce face could jeopardize avoiding the male root route.

Busamen, who therefore lost his brother's vengeance posi, must have noticed.

I guess I accepted it.

And although this is an imagination I don't really want to think about, I tried accepting it when I tried, and I guess I unexpectedly enjoyed it, stranger myself until yesterday. A scrupulous virgin who was hungry for love from others.

That is why it is an indication received by vertical rolls and by Mr Nannuzzi.

"I'm not sure, but you're saying you've got something to undo?

"Yeah, I'm going to."

The teacher's reaction is not very good.

Still looking suspiciously at the man, staring at Busamen. Even the same male color, against the shota dick, was a teacher who never took it away and showed any difficulty, so I guess it's a pictorial problem. My wife said so too.

That's dirty. Things I think are dirty myself, mainly myself.

"Let me go back and check it out. That'll clear you up."

"... ok. If you say so much, let's do it."

Somehow I received your consent.

A small nodded teacher takes his pocket watch out of his pocket.

'Hey, are we moving here?

"No, should I move the place..."

"If that's the case, let's move to the roof of the mansion just like before. If it's the part of the valley, you can also hide yourself. I'm afraid the damage is going to spread again when I get out of the mansion badly."

"Um, okay"

Something like this, you're not at the Immortal King's at some point.

◇ ◆ ◇

Using the teacher's pocket watch, we repeatedly moved into the past.

What you do is the same as Estelle does.

However, the difficulty of the mission has only slightly increased since we have visited the area again last time. Specifically, we need to change Gong's route of travel without finding him last time and last time face-to-face.

"It's still quick here, break even a piece of windowsill..."

"If I crack it, I'll kill you?

"Huh..."

The damage to the house was loathed by Lorigon, so by way of example, it was carried at other conveniences.

I'm sure Dr. Editor also spoke with the intent of a mild joke. The strong face of the mayor, however, who turned his fangs to this with all his might. It's been a long time since I've really seen a gaggling teacher. I am also very satisfied with my virginity because of it.

I like this subtly unspecified sense of distance.

"Excuse me, but you two can wait here"

Leaving the two of them on the roof, Busamen snuck into the mayor's house alone.

I won't fail this time.

From the last expected encounter point Gong experienced, move a little bit to the appeared side of the target and wait. Leave your back on the hallway wall and wait. Could it be a few minutes in time? After a while, as planned, the handsome man I was looking for showed himself.

"Oh, Mr. Gonzalez"

"Hmm? You're Tanaka's husband, aren't you?"

Even under the guise of coincidence, Busamen speak.

"Are you going out?

"No, I'm going back to my room, what can I do for you?

"It doesn't mean it's for installation, but I actually just rubbed it a little bit ahead of me, and I'm sorry, do you mind if I have it bypassed? I'm standing here trying not to let anyone else through."

"Something bothering you? I can help you if you want..."

"It's not that big a deal. I'll clean it up soon."

"I see, is there a reason? Well, if that's the case, let's go back."

"I'm so sorry"

"No, thanks for letting me know."

"Thank you for your attention."

This would be the case if they were Gong.

What a choro, Knights Commander.

Thank you.

Neither has his future plans to return to his room. With only a few changes in travel routes, the timing of returning to the living room may be slightly uneven. But that doesn't take a few minutes, either.

Turning back on his heels, he walks off the aisle where he originally came from.

Its back became invisible early past the corner of the hallway.

After confirming this, Busamen returned to the roof of the mayor's house again.

Beyond the hallway windowsill, it is flying alone with flying magic. To the point where Lorigon and Dr. Editor can lurk themselves, make it a straight distance and about a dozen meters. While paying attention to the eyes of others, move slowly and dive into the blind spot born in the valley of the roof.

"Thank you for waiting"

"Also, is that enough? It was pretty quick..."

"Yeah, now it's all back to normal."

"Okay. Then we'll go back."

'You wouldn't have broken anywhere, would you?

"It's okay, I didn't break anything"

This is the sixth time that space-time magic has taken place.

Demon Stone's magic charged on the last trip, so it'll be fine. Although not in the words of an editor teacher, it is indeed a dangerous substitute to operate on an individual basis. Without at least as much magic as Busamen, I wouldn't even be able to fix a crazy future.

Thinking of it that way, the struggles of past teachers seem to come to my attention.

As for the magic, maybe there were other collaborators.

"Okay, well, then we'll start the magic."

The teacher's hands move and push the button on the pocket watch with a cock.

What if this doesn't work? Even in college exams and job interviews, I've never been so disturbed by anxiety. If it doesn't work, I might as well let the maid squeeze it and drink it straight next time.