Atelier Tanaka

The situation when flesh may disappear is even stressful.

My body disappears gradually, or worse for my heart.

I feel myself in the same position again, able to understand a glimmer of fear that Mr. Nannuzzi and the Virgin have tasted. If I could make it back to modern times safely, I'd worry about being a little nicer to them.

"But what? This is how I moved into the past, but I can't come up with a busy plan"

The teacher with the troubled face said, wearing an arm or something.

He is also very lovely to bend his eyebrows to the letter (c) and troubled.

The place changed from a soy-sauce-faced living room, on the roof of the mayor's house.

It is an operational meeting hidden in the valley.

"I'm sorry to ask you this, but do you have any idea who took the magic artifact?

It was the Virgin who came to mind behind Busamen's brain.

But she's already lost her body, and she doesn't have to touch things. Leaving the bathroom for an even longer period of time, the very existence disappears. It seems like a difficult business, such as stealing magic artifacts from a teacher's room.

She doesn't even recognize the existence of the magic props because she doesn't come out of the bathroom for rare things in the first place. Even in the future when the shota dick turned purple, it was so blocked in the corner of the hot tub.

"Even if they say they do, it's just the people I know myself who are sleeping in that mansion again. I don't think there's a killer in there."

"When that happens, do you still think someone snuck in?

"I doubt that's possible. I always had enough magic to ask you for magic tools. [M] Anyone can use it by simply pressing the button. From the magnitude of the magic you possess, you will not be restricted from using it."

"I'm sorry to keep visiting unilaterally, but weren't there any clues left in the room, etc?

"I'm sorry, I couldn't even afford to be confirming those things"

"Oh no, there's no reason for the editor to apologize. I'm sorry for all the insensitive remarks this time. Instead, thank you so much for taking the time to run down to the news."

Depending on what Busamen asks, the teacher will lean down.

I don't feel half guilty because of it.

"But we should have observed it a little better. It is my responsibility to involve you in this way. I'm so sorry I did that."

"Can you, for example, explore the location of the demonic props they have? It's like measuring the intensity of the signals that are synchronizing the positions of the needles and letting them know how far they are from each other by their strength and weakness."

"Unfortunately, we didn't plant that much functionality."

"Really..."

"But I think your opinion is excellent. If we study the size of the synchronous signal, it is never possible. Moreover, applications are likely to work for a variety of applications. It just would take at least a few years of research to actually make something that works"

"I see."

They're not such a convenient tool.

Though it was only in the past that I was looking for that I could return, the one hand that follows is extremely difficult. Moreover, the body became translucent, and even if it was about to disappear now, it was somewhat in a hurry. I guess those thoughts were in my attitude. I made Dr. Editor apologize. I'm just sorry.

"By the way, Mr. Editor, I'd like to confirm one thing"

"What?

"Does the fact that our bodies have not disappeared completely in this way mean that the future is still unchanged, at least not to the point where we are doomed, even if we think about it that way? For example, the door in my room is still cracked."

"I'm not strictly sure. In the fine parts, things may be changing. One end of those influences is that our flesh is showing change. But at least me and you are alive. Otherwise, you won't be able to operate like this."

Then I feel like it's surprisingly easy to solve.

All you have to do is use space-time magic and move it just before the magic item is stolen. He's an active criminal, and he can help you. But for that, it's also odd that the teacher is troubled. I don't think anyone like Dr. Editor would think of something as simple as this.

"How about we use space-time magic again from here, back a little before the time when the magic props would have been stolen, and hold the scene of the crime? I'm sorry if it was a misguided suggestion."

If the future is changing, it is out.

It is an operation on the assumption that the future has not changed.

"If I could, I would have avoided that..."

"Is it also an issue of any concern?

"To be honest, I fear that moving from this era to the future will exacerbate the situation in which we have been placed. At a time when my body was so clear, I wasn't sure how far history was changing."

"... Confidence, is it?

"As a result, we decided to go back to the point where the killer would have moved, as a more certain way. If we move to a later time and our readings are wrong, we can also think of the possibility that our presence will disappear shortly after we move. Past events take precedence over the future."

"I see."

Suppose, for example, the previous Shota dick father, who planted the Shota dick to his Shota dick mother, brought its existence from the past to the modern age. And let's say I let my shota dick father fall female with his shota dick dick.

Shota dick Before and after my father falls female, will the flesh of the shota dick become translucent, as we are today? And at the time of sending the female fallen shota dick father back to the past, the existence of the shota dick disappears from modern times.

On the other hand, fly Pea into the past and make his past shota dick father remember the taste of anal. Then the remaining shota dick in the modern era doesn't have time to become translucent, and disappears when the shota dick father remembers the taste of anal, that is, when Pea flew in the past.

The past is the result of priority.

How could I have chosen him as the subject matter to organize my thoughts?

"If that's the case, I have one suggestion to make."

"Oh, please"

At a time when you've been deprived of your pocket watch, there are as many possibilities that come to mind as you just thought. What's more, even without using magic props, if you study magic hard, it's never possible to get the art of crossing time on your own like a teacher.

To fix this, we still have to fix it from the past.

"So what about in this day and age, after explaining the circumstances to those who know us, asking us to deal with them in advance of the crime? There's more time for that, and I think we can handle it calmly, rather than rushing into the real thing."

"Uhm, right..."

With this plan, we don't have to travel through time.

It is a form that leaves the earlier opinions to some others.

We don't understand how organized the killer is moving. However, there is no organization in Dragon City with more population than ours that stands on the operational side. If you were able to put this on your side, your chances of solving the problem would increase.

"If you have any concerns, I'd love to hear them."

"What I'm anxious about is still the impact on the past"

"Yes, I think what the editor says is particularly true."

"Even if you tell them what's going on, you should narrow them down. Otherwise, history will change again. I'm sorry to disprove your opinion, but I'm anxious to be unable to determine who stole the magic artifact."

"I think I should be very concerned about that, too"

I'm not talking about that kind of sorry if the person you asked for help was in return for it from the killer. I am confident that I will pull into my room, escape reality to Netogae, and end my life with the end of service. It goes without saying the name of the play character.

I wonder why the deceased escapes to the nettle when there are hard things to do.

"What about relying on those who are as capable as possible?

"Christina is the one who comes to mind when she does..."

The best in Dragon City.

I have a lot of credit from everyone.

If she's no match, no one else will.

Is the exception about a face named after a very small number of kings?

"... well, that's an uneasy choice."

"Yeah, well, I understand what you're saying, Editor."

However, she still has a zero achievement rate. That personality is believable, and I can't resist depositing my life. It is not clear, however, what results will be returned until then.

If I do poorly, I have the fear that I could develop into a more troublesome case.

"But when you become someone else, you remain warriorly anxious. If you are nevertheless going to be a candidate, Mr. Gonzalez, Mr. Farren, the brave men of the west, and then Mr. Geros, the squire of Mr. Doris, there are others..."

Best practices that I thought of as this and came to mind.

"Why don't you ask Mr. Rocco?

"If it's him, he'll do it."

In these missions, no one seems more competent than her. If it were her, she would be able to grasp the other person's actions without waiting for a moment of witchcraft theft. The shackled Gogol named Soy Sauce Face is invincible in scenes like this.

Furthermore, she does not talk to anyone about any of the commodities she has read from the heart of her soy sauce face. At least as far as I know, you promised me that. This has the effect of minimizing the impact of history as a result of past changes.

What a convenient woman, Gogol.

I want to end my life with her sexually excited, reverse rape and murder out of momentum on the spot.

"Excuse me, but could you fly me to her residence with spatial magic?

"Got it, I'm on my way!

Thanks also to the next moment, our figure disappeared from the roof of the mayor's house.

◇ ◆ ◇

The destination of the visit is the middle floor of the Lorrigon Tower, located in the middle of Dragon City.

Initially after coming over, Gogol lived in a mansion on the outskirts of Dragon City. However, as a result of the expansion of the town and the extension of the residential neighborhood to its neighborhood, at this point, it should have already moved to the Lorigon Tower.

The one floor slope area of the tower is quite something. The inner atmosphere is that of the role-playing game. The soy sauce face made the distinction in Stonewall because it would be too large to live alone in a boulder. In about ten tatami spaces facing outdoors, she has a living room.

Midway between doing it and the tall tower, climbing the stairs and proceeding a little further down the inner hallway, I could see the door with the plaque 'Loco Loco' hung on it. This is a gift I received from my soy sauce face when I moved so that someone wouldn't step in by mistake.

Mr. Brown Lolita spends most of her time in this residence every day.

"This is the first time I've ever been inside..."

"Follow me later as I move on"

"Okay."

"Mr. Rocco, are you there?

Let me call you as I knock on the door of the room.

Then the door opened in about seconds.

It was the person we assumed to be who showed his face.

"... what?

It's Gogol.

She usually sits on the floor and hangs around, not doing anything in this room. Sometimes you're looking out the window, sometimes you're staring at your own feet. The way it's quiet is so disturbing to watch.

They really like it on the floor, even though they have a variety of sofa sets, comfort chairs, etc. Understanding that that's the lifestyle, Busamen decided to accept this yesterday. Instead, I put a fuzzy carpet on every corner of the floor.

I'm sure you prefer loin style rooms. Would you be happy if I gave you a snack or something? I'm going to give it a try when it gets a little colder. Gogol's trousers, rounded with cocktails, peek by pretending to snap the switch.

"Excuse me, I just had a little rush to run."

"An errand?"

"Yeah, can I get you some time now?

By capturing the figure at present, thoughts circle behind the brain of the soy sauce face.

Mr. Gogol, Mr. Gogol, the editor and soy sauce face are pinching in the future. I'm sorry for the rush, but could you please listen to me? I want to be reverse raped while Gogol fingers my anal. Please.

"Both of you, your bodies are clear."

"It's about you, too."

…………

In the near future, this teacher will reveal to everyone the magic tools for exercising the magic that comes and goes in time: space-time magic. A few days later, someone breaks into the teacher's room and tries to take this away. Could you please stop this from happening to Mr. Gogol? I hope to return my position to Chinguri.

"I'm afraid you're coming all of a sudden, but can't you let me in the room?

"Never mind."

"Thank you"

Someone seems to be thinking of abusing a teacher's magic trick to make her or me deceased. We don't even have a star on who they are. There is nothing more you can count on but reverse rape from Mr. Gogol. I would like to give you a thick raw one now.

"At the end, it's mixed"

…………

I know you're sorry, Gogol.

I just don't have much time alone here. Since I was flown to the Cherry Kingdom, where I called in Mr. Bird, I've had his eyes in the living room, and why not the momentum to challenge the longest record? A casual everyday punchline thanks to you has not deprived you of your virginity.

I also know that there is no way for thoughts to walk alone in this way.

"I know I'm sorry unilaterally, but could you please help me?

"... ok"

With all due respect, Gogol nodded solemnly.

Once this matter is cleared up, I'm going to work for someone who talks in good faith.

"Thank you, very helpful..."

"Huh... ooh!

This is what happened shortly after the soy sauce face was in the middle of saying thank you.

Behind me, the editor barked loudly.

Looking back at what was going on, there was a figure of her who lost her transparency and regained her original intensity. Bring your palms to the front of your face again. Then again, I can see the yellow I'm used to seeing.

Apparently, there's been a change in the future.

"Yes, now that we've got through? You and that person..."

"Apparently, yes."

…………

When it comes to manipulating the past to change the future, so far there has been a lot of confirmation of the results from pinching space-time magic between them. Thanks to this, there is something quite emotional about witnessing that reaction right after our own actions.

Is this a changed moment in the future, like.

"Thank you, Mr. Rocco. Apparently, it helped."

"I haven't done anything yet"

"I guess you in the future saved our lives. Now I may have just seen and heard stories about the future. However, you have done a remarkable job of accomplishing the promises you made at this moment without ever making a difference."

From behind the soy sauce face, I took a step and the editor said.

Totally within the Gogol area, but I can't see how you cared.

"... Really?

"Oh, yeah. Thanks to you. I really appreciate it."

…………

Dr Lorimchimuchi, a blonde who bows deeply, wondering if this is still the case.

Because of this, it seems to me that the person in question is the one who is baffled.

Gogol, who is Kyoton, is very rare. She deserves a cool daughter and is a liver girl who rarely moves. It's just that she has a few facial changes, so the change is endless.

"But when this happens, you care about the killer."

"Back in the modern age, you should be clear."

"I see, so is that."

"... back off?

"I'm sorry, I'd like to thank you even in a few days if I were you, but going back to the past has been a very risky thing to do, and I think I'll hurry back. I'm afraid I'll say instead, but let me thank you enough on the way back. I hope you remember this one again."

"Okay."

"Thank you"

No, good, Gogol, thank you so much.

Thanks to you, we both couldn't disappear.

"Okay, we're going back to the old days."

"Please"

A magic formation emerged at our feet as the teacher raised his voice.

of space magic. It is that.

Hurry up and move to the right place to exercise space-time magic everywhere. From there, using pocket watches to move to the modern era, and more space magic, back to where we were, is our operating style here these days.

"Bubba."

"Yes, I'll see you soon"

Shortly after I greeted Gogol, Busamen's vision dimmed.

◇ ◆ ◇

Time and space magic exercised early in the arrow succession, returning to the soy-sauce-faced private room.

I can't see anyone else indoors besides us.

The first point where consciousness turned is the entrance and exit facing the hallway.

"... you haven't broken the door"

"The body isn't clear either, apparently the future has changed"

The door that was supposed to have been kicked through by the teacher's leg was clean and clean.

In other words, I guess there was no series of events per se, that our bodies would begin to become transparent. It moved to be so, naturally, but looking at the results in this way, what a strange mood.

Thanks to this, I feel a bit, like, inexplicable fear or something.

"What do we do now?

"You'll be quick to go talk to that one."

"So is that."

Would it be a good idea to head to the Gogol Room? No, but shortly after the plagiarism riots of the magic props, it's likely that you won't be able to meet them when you visit your living room. I suppose it would be more certain if you thought you were operating somewhere in the mayor's house.

That's how I was having a conversation in the living room with the teacher, and the door was inadvertently knocked.

Dong dong dong and powerful sounds indoors.

"Hey, husband! Tanaka's husband!

What continues to be delivered to my ears is the voice I have been used to hearing over the past few months.

Apparently Gong is here.

A powerful voice calling Busamen sounds clear through the door as well.

"Oh, yes."

Running toward you with a patter, opening the door.

It was the opponent as assumed who showed up.

"This seems to be a long rush, Mr. Gonzalez, but what's up?

"Oh, the elf lady is with me! This guy's convenient."

"Huh? Wah, are you running errands for me too?

Dr. Editor stares at me from Gong and raises his doubts. Just as the original soy sauce face was when we met, I guess I see a little upset, for one thing, because I'm afraid of his face. Took me a lot of time and opportunity to get used to myself again.

"Sneaking into your lady's room, he's caught trying to work a steal"

"I see."

"You know what?"

Apparently it's just Gogol right now, a great hunch at the mayor's house. Until now, what a strange feeling it is to help the background that I was talking to you in person. It feels like the zamen I sowed last night are swelling my stomach the next day.

That's something I'd actually like to sow someday.

"Yes, sir, we'll be on our way."

"Oh, please."

If it is already a disturbance, it would be good to stay in the stream.

Gogol is a woman who can do that.

With her work, there's no such thing as anxiety.

In the form that follows Gong's back, we were transported to the teacher's room. The three of us take each other together and travel on a run down the hallway. The destination is in the same mansion, so the journey doesn't take much longer.

Eventually, we visited the room of Dr. Lorimchimuchi, a blonde located at the mayor's house.

This is my first feeling of being rude to the teacher's room, if you think about it. My chest is beating at least. It's just sad that there are a lot of other people out there and I can feel that in half too. The teacher invited me in anyway, and I wanted to be excited to come in alone.

The area is packed with faces sleeping in the mansion. Led by Gong, who spoke to us, Estelle and Sophia, Lorigon, Vertical Roll, Kimorongue, Demonic Nobility, Professor Farren, Warrior of the West, Shota dick, etc.

Thanks to you, the teacher's private life is out in front of you.

"Huh..."

The teacher is adorable who unexpectedly sees the room to everyone and looks a little embarrassed. Wouldn't he find out if he took home one or so of those opants left on the couch? No, you can't, there's Gogol on this occasion. Damn right.

A cup of drinks left on the desk or something very attractive.

In the capital city of Kalis, whenever I disturbed your home, I told him to wait a little against us who stood at the doorstep, and he was impressed with Zudadadadadadada and how well he ascended and descended the stairs. If you will excuse me without waiting for that, it is also emotional to recall the time when I enjoyed these sights.

"Oops! I got Tanaka's husband and an elf lady. Oh, my God!

As Gong barked, the hedge cracked.

The way the room looks first comes into view.

In the center of the room was a figure of a person rolling around wrapped in rough rope.

I don't know whose hand it is, but it is quite magnificently curly. I think it would be great to split it it up and have the opium and butt wrapped around it to accentuate. I don't know who did it, but I think we're going to get along very well with the Okaku who did this job.

"Oh my goodness..."

…………

The opponent was a person who also knew the face of soy sauce.

Its characteristic appearance can never be forgotten.

Oppa first and foremost. Too big an opium. For now, consciousness turns to opium. Pinch it. Okay, rub it. Okay, look at it. If you draped oil or something, you might be able to taste even better, and the array is full of huge tits that expand.

To follow this, cuddly creepy hips around. Going further down there, an energetic ass that grew up big with no less impetus than opium. A cheap, munchy ass. Butt meat with this or not invites a man's inferiority without question.

It's even an exciting sight for a virgin bastard who wants to reach a double-digit day as well, because such an attractive flesh is tied with wilderness rope. Unexpectedly, the condition of the meat that was tightened and reshaped by the rope is likely to reach out. I'd like to offend you for even this from the back.

And what shapes a series of shapes is bright, tense brown skin.

"... was you"

"Chi, no! Not me. No! It's not me!

The killer was a dark munchkin.

Unstoppable conviviality felt a ston fall on his chest.