Atelier Tanaka

From birth to death, a person spends time without exposing the inside of his mind at once.

I might have a chance to expose myself to a place close to my heart, like a room where I spend my days, or a computer disk space, or a journal I publish online. However, it is unlikely that someone will see the mind itself.

That's how I've lived to this day. I am.

"I see, that's the kind of race this one is..."

It was extremely shocking where it was told by the demonic nobility.

Ahead of nature and gaze, there's Gogol.

My name is Tanaka.

"... I am"

Seriously.

I knew it made sense.

We really got through to each other, Gogol.

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That said, is this it?

I've been paranoid before, like I can never tell people, that and all of this, and all of that was out of control for her.

Immediately after we met, I am confident that I have drowned a long and rude delusion in my person's present.

Besides, Gogol was adorable, so I think he's been visiting the thick one, especially here.

I see, I see.

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This is a dream, right?

What a shocking fact to think.

How about that?

This is not going to work.

As soon as I understood they were reading what I was thinking, I felt like thinking about something fiercely eccentric. When people are given difficulties, they are creatures that move to overcome this. Understanding the smell is like repeatedly smelling the smell of a sock that I've been wearing for a few days.

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I want to pepper Gogol's brown Susie.

No, it doesn't fit to the point of pepper.

Gogol falls into a public meat potty and exposes herself to opium faces inside and outside full of zar juice, wants to hang a dark eyed pee, wants to give her a litre of spit, wants to have lovely sweaty sex in sailor clothes, wears a collar and highs three thousand miles on the public road.

Overflowing, overflowing, all sorts of things.

Preferred delusions and unfavorable delusions drip as much as they can think of. This guy is dangerous. I can't stop thinking dirty where I'm out of control in my own consciousness. I can't stop it at my own will. Whether I want it or not, I come out next.

I want someone to tell me how to stop this obscene delusion.

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All of that became clear now precisely why the Lorigons and the Demon-Guided Nobles had taken the distance and why the Green Silves were making noise. I didn't want to know until I died, if possible. How horrible, Gogol.

I hear the breaking sound of my own spirit.

What's more, I'm scared of how calm Gogol is when he doesn't return any response to how dirty delusions he's had. If even one of the delusions that arose earlier flowed into your own friendship, all of it would be easily lost.

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But still, sweet Gogol.

After all, I don't care what you think, I want to be reverse raped.

Or something like that, I guess these series of grids have all been passed on. Oh, my God. I wonder what to do. No matter how troubled you are, a good idea never comes to mind. Octagonal blockage.

But that's not why we're staring at each other in an extended silence. There are other people's eyes. In the meantime, look, that's it. I'm concerned about the gaze of the Magic Guided aristocrats and lorigons, so here's one more greeting or something.

"Please, keep up the good work"

"... is that good?

"No. Well, I was surprised by the boulder. But that's why I think it would be rude for a boulder to suddenly take a distance. Apart from the two of them, I have helped you more than once on the road. I don't want to miss it."

I want Gogol to rape me the other way.

I want to be durably reverse raped for twenty-four hours.

Reverse rape saves virginity.

Heartfelt intention to supplement all hydration in the middle with Gogol's fluids.

Eco at its best.

Brown outside, pink inside.

May it have a membrane, please.

"So if it's possible, I'd like you to treat me the same way as before."

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I want to be reverse raped no matter how I scratch my feet.

Pregnancy.

Birth.

Parent-child bowl.

Lorikovon, Fio! Fio! Fio!

"... Is it difficult?

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That's a tough one.

Even I would hate to have such a pervert in front of me.

It's called Lolicon Fio.

It's hard to face her any more. The more I think I'm being read, the more my head drools over this and my delusions on its own. Something obsessive-compulsive seems to be driving it all.

The burden of being read minds is greater than I thought.

Reverse rape with no escape gap, with all the thoughts being read, forced to assemble and with verbal blame options. That's the goal of life.

Gogol, please reverse rape me.

Involve a bad illness and reverse rape with or without it.

"... that's no"

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Proverbs.

I won't hang up.

What's wrong? I wonder what's good. I can't collect the inside of my mind. Mating Gogol properly. Gogol and child making. Actually, I want Gogol, who could be a split tan, to hodge a twin cam butthole.

I think this is a dream.

Sophia will wake me up in my own room in the school dorm after a while.

That's much more realistic.

I sincerely hope so.

"It's not a dream"

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Unmerciful notice.

That's right.

What should I do?

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No, wait, not if you're confused right now. We need to get the situation together as soon as possible. This is a dark continent. It is a land of weak and forceful Shura. Not if you're panicking with your own eccentric delusions. Phoenix and the Great Dragon may also strike at this moment.

Then it is your crisis, not just your own. That's all you have to avoid.

"In the meantime, shall we move the place"

The Lorigon has grown smaller, and I'd at least like to move somewhere else safe.

"I need to confirm one thing before I do."

Whoa, that's a question from the Demon Guided Noble.

If you don't answer properly.

There's no way you can understand this impatient insight.

Public meat potty slave girl Gogol chan makeup.

The keyword is drawing line method.

"What is it? Mr. Farren."

"How did you get here? No way. Flying magic? We won't be long after we arrive. On the other hand, didn't you leave Penny before us? Nonetheless, it seems to be working here quite a bit"

That's a really good question.

I have some confidence in flying magic. However, it is not possible to imitate the Roligon, which started out with an overwhelming difference, by leaving later and overtaking it.

"It's not flying magic. We came from Trichris on a magic team."

"He said it was a magic formation!? Ma, no way is that spatial magic!?

"I don't know the details, but I was wondering if it might be something like that."

"Oh, my God, that kind of thing was in the Penny Empire!

"I have no certainty, but at least I'm here."

"Ooh..."

Soon after, the face of the demonic nobleman trembled with joy.

Looks like the magic psycho caught fire because he's crazy.

"Where is that!? Show me, too!

It comes with great food.

I'll give Gogol a glimpse anyway.

Nature and consciousness go to her lower abdomen. One to three for a punch from a short skirt in length. The brown-skinned thighs are extremely erotic, peeking from a dress skirt reminiscent of this one's ethnic costume. I want to be held face-to-face with that tight meat.

"I don't mind that. It's just that it's a place of magic, where one crack is located in Viscount Fitzclarence, while the side that corresponds to the Dark Continent actually leads to her house here."

"Become..."

It was also during the bundle that I trembled with joy that the expression of the demonic aristocracy froze.

Perhaps the balance is shaking inside him now.

Magic and Gogol.

"I was wondering if there might be a lot to know if Mr. Farren could confirm it even for me. I wonder if there are enough powerful means to travel elsewhere, not just on the dark continent. Unfortunately, it seems to be a one-way street."

"Oh, yeah... you say that much"

That looks very difficult.

I feel terribly distressed.

"However, it's not something I can like in my existence. If you want to confirm, please ask her for her consent. When it comes to magic formations on the Penny Empire side, we have a place, but the Dark Continent side is a complete away."

"Nooo..."

How bothered would it have been?

Slightly, the legs of the exorcist nobleman moved.

Heading this way, one step, another and.

Eventually, it reaches a point a few meters in front of Gogol. I guess that is the full power and limitation of the demonic guiding aristocracy. Critical, distance enough that a spear might arrive. Could the depth at which the mind is read vary depending on distance?

For example, how far are you being read standing right next to you?

"I'm sorry, could you show me the magic team?

Ask Gogol about the magical guiding nobleman to narrow it down slightly.

Head and other bowing modes.

What thoughts swirl in his brain after all?

"... on the basket, okay"

"Oh, yeah!

Cochlear, a small snort responds, Gogol.

As soon as I got there, the magical crazy face with his face up was stained with a color of joy with Pa.

How happy I am.

How tolerant of Gogol on the other hand.

Too kind.

I want to be radically reverse raped.

"Ha, ha, quick, but I must have checked the magic team in question!

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As soon as I got your consent from Gogol, haha and breath are rough too, a magical guiding nobleman demanding a continuation. If you don't know what's going on, look around, it's totally perverse.

The spearhead of his interest is more limited to magic than anything. In case you were of the same descent as yourself or Mercedes, you would have left your name in the world as a rare pervert.

Just because you got the landlord's consent doesn't make it that easy.

Gogol is further north than here. Distributing monsters would also be powerful compared to this neighborhood. Myself or her yet, it is a hard journey for a magical guiding aristocrat. I am just a little worried that I will be able to protect myself until the end.

So let's ask one of the strongest dragons here to help us.

"Mr. Christina, I have one favor to ask you."

"I don't like it."

"... you haven't said anything yet, have you?

'I'm not getting any closer! Why, because you'll never get close!?

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Golden Eyes Lolita Dragon showing a resolute rejection attitude.

That's right.

You usually give your mentality priority over the magic team you might not be good at.

If you say you don't care what this dragon usually thinks, it's a lie. I just don't want to know that. Relationships are so much fun because they are moderately distant from each other.

"Enchanted dragons are inferior to Gogols."

'... what?

"Is it not? I still can't get close to being busy. What a pity for you, even for me and Mr. Farren, even though you interact with her in this way"

"Gu......"

If I provoke you appropriately, you'll go to the lolligon where you're going to regret it while you look.

But she's just a little cool today.

"Huh, huh! Speak for yourself. It's none of my business. '

"Really?

"Naturally!

I turn that way with Puy.

Oh, my God, I can't believe it.

I hate it when people read inside my mind so much.

I don't like that.

I definitely don't like it either.

But they read it.

What should I do?

What am I really going to do with this?

I wonder if this is how a girl who lost her virginity to rape feels.

It feels like five seconds before the act was videotaped and put up online.

"Okay. I'm not saying I can't."

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"We'll be ahead of you, so please follow me afterwards. You can take enough distance. You can never get closer than you are now. Just please put Mr. Farren on your back."

'... isn't Ningen a creature that doesn't like to be read minds?

"Right. Generally speaking, I'm pretty sure that's the first thing."

'Well, then how can Omae stay flat?

"I'm not always flat."

'I would! Always, hey, not at all different!

"That's my fault."

The inner part is already at the end of the century.

If you get a little distracted, you'll be overflowing with fast-tracked, obscene delusions. Gogol, let's skull fuck. Skullfuck, you know what? It's a super special move to stick your head in a mango. Weak acidity felt in the head.

Rather, what is amazing is that she is unresponsive with all those delusions.

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It is so quiet that I wonder if it is really readable.

"... Absolutely, I can read it"

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What do you think?

I can't help it anymore, this is...

Ah.

I'm sorry.

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"So that's what I'm talking about. Please, thank you."

"Hmm......"

I got the legs of a magical guiding aristocrat, though I've only got a few troublesome restrictions.

By the way, if you think of Christina's Tofu Mental, which is more fragile than you might have imagined, I'd like to check her reading mind territory right now. How far can you actually go to read your mind?

I don't know if you can tell me the truth, but I don't think it would hurt to confirm it. Sharing spec sheets around it is also very important for smooth relationships in the future.

The Demon Guided Noble spoke of the range within which the spear reached, but it is the testimony of the person that counts.

"Excuse me..."

I opened my mouth and got back to you without having to ask everything.

"I can't read at his or her distance except you"

"I see."

Apparently, the demon-guided aristocracy was also a safe decision.

In other words, was the range of spears delivered misleading?

"... but the earlier explanation is correct. Pretty remarkable."

"Thank you. Thanks to you, I feel safe."

I see, they read it completely after all.

Now is the time to hang out with me without a wave. Gogol. But at the next moment, I don't necessarily dislike this delusion. Nor would the future be so distant to go out to powerful means.

It's a lot of sexual harassment while you do it yourself.

Maybe three days.

That's why I feel so keenly for both sides that we should distance ourselves as soon as possible. Once again, it is time to communicate with others. But the moment she goes out of her sight, the moment she's alone, she looks bad.

What attitude do you eventually take when you face to face again?

"No, Mr. Christina."

"Oh well..."

What a complicated look to say about the Lorigon who answers.

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It's all about flying in the dark continent sky for a few moments all together.

Unlike the outbound journey, the return journey also helped Christina's presence and allowed her to go peacefully and safely. After all, Enchanted Dragons seemed to be a big presence in the same neighborhood. I'm not exposing Dada to giant figures. It passed without anyone getting tangled up.

Eventually, the destination we arrived at was Gogol in question.

It's been a few days since I've visited.

down the stairs that will be the entrance and exit, leading to an indoor located underground

By the way, the Demon Guided Noble and Lorigon stand in a position of point symmetry between themselves and Gogol, across the center of the room. Positioning considering her reading mind territory. I settled into my current placement early from entering the room.

I feel a little sorry for Gogol for the boulder because it's always like that. So at least as much as I am, and without even thinking about the annoyance of the other person, I am prolonged and repeated sexual harassment right next to Omanko, Omanko, and her.

Come on, the word Omanco is going to cause Gestalt to collapse.

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You'll sue me for a series of sexual harassments thanks to you. Since I settled in the same place, Gogol has directed me to a constant jitsu eye. The roughly emotionally invisible, gruesome, cold eyes hit the mazohistic spot on the soy sauce face directly.

Not quite bad.

Whatever the underlying emotions, I am delighted with the situation that is cognizant and aware of the beautiful girl.

"What's wrong? Something on my face..."

"... sticky"

"Oh, with that said, I didn't ask for your name. If you don't mind…"

"You must already know."

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Right.

As you already know the status.

I think it's because I understand that my mind is being read. Words from her make me feel cold somehow. This perverted jerk isn't gonna talk to me about this. I don't feel good about it, like.

On the other hand, the Demon Guided Noble says, that's already in excellent shape.

"Shh, that's great! I thought the magic formation of this hand was left so far in a clear form! Boulders are like dark continents! No way, no way, this much! This is probably the devil's job!

He shines his eyes and notes the magic formation in a heartbeat.

Reminds me of when I showed my healing magic.

A little jealousy. Sometimes I think I should raise the level of healing magic or something.

"... so precious?

Oops, contact from Gogol.

Glad to hear it. Glad to hear from her.

The same beauty was delivered to my ears with great comfort.

"He loves magic more than three meals."

"... yes"

"Yes."

On the other hand, beside it, Christina stares at a series of interactions with a disgruntled look. As for her, she failed to achieve her original purpose, and she became the feather of being forced to take her around, without her own senses, so naturally.

Especially with this and the reason I've been here lately, I've unilaterally asked you to do it, Assie. They flew me all the way to the Dark Continent to collect green silf feathers for themselves this time. You should thank the boulder for something.

All right, let's do that.

They're Christina, and I still want to surprise you with a surprise. Lorrigon that pulls your whole body out of amazement. Lovely. So, that's it, maybe a mayor's inauguration party or something. I'll welcome you to the lead.

This is a surprise, it was actually a lie from, and where I came from, I'm definitely throwing up my strengths, the truth is that the lie was a lie, like, oh, good. Excellent. I can imagine a change in his expression like he did in his hand.

Look at her like that, and we'll be dusty.

The support rate from the face of being together will be climbing the eel. Even if Tanaka territory is lost, Dragon City is cheap. Definitely. I'd be very happy if I made it to that city forever, at least as long as I wanted.

If you do too much, you can't be alarmed because we fall in love.

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Lorrigon love overflows when I go through this and the thought.

Lolligon is adorable.

I want to marry Lorigon.

I want Lorigon pregnant, giving birth.

Damn.

Damn. Damn.

I'm sorry for the magic trick nobility.

Everything's naked.

How dangerous, Gogol. I wish there was no such thing as Gogol. I wish Gogol was dead. Oh, that's too much. I'm sorry. But it's true again, too, and yet I still want to let Gogol live.

Gogol is adorable.

I want to marry Gogol.

I want Gogol pregnant, giving birth.

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I don't think so.

Being emotionally read is more stressful than I imagined. I'm getting pretty upset in my head. I don't feel half as paranoid as my brain miso is on its own until I usually don't get to it. It's going to break my mental normally as it is.

The first step towards schizophrenia, I guess, is this.

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Let's calm down a little.

I am myself, others are others.

My heart, whether parent, friend or colleague, who still hates my close opponent, is rolling in the midst of my daily routine. Jealous minds inflate easily, and eventually they subside and disappear. It is not enough to be conscious again, nor do we need to justify it.

Yeah. That's what I'm talking about.

Oops.

Why don't you take a deep breath and calm down a little?

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What a cheap mind for a soy sauce face if you think you can get the right to be scorned by a jito eye from Gogol in Roja. If you want to do the same thing in Japan, the five thousand yen an hour is stiff. I don't have anything else to give me, so let me sell it in my heart.

All right, I'm calming down.

Looks fine.

Gogol, I want to have a thick velvet for about two hours.

Being in love with paranoia for a while while while preserving your own mentality like that. By the time Lorrigon finally began to look rude and step on its feet, the consciousness of the Demonic Guided Nobility had also returned to us from the Magic Formation.

Apparently I enjoyed it enough.

The trance look Osama gave after forty years was not much fun.

"This time they showed me something wonderful."

It's very satisfying.

In the past, I have never seen the face of a more hokey, demonic nobleman. Keep your head down and thank me. I guess that's how big a substitute it was. As usual, he is a man who does not brace. On the hand is a written piece of paper of the magic formation, firmly gripped.

In this case, you should also thank yourself.

"Let me also thank you from me. Thank you."

"... I haven't done anything"

"This is your home, so it's natural to thank you."

If you have used underwear or anything, I would love to cum. Microbikinis and T-backs look good in lolitas. I definitely hope Gogol can attack the summer sea around there.

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I know. Unless you're sorry about Gogol.

But one of the most erotic delusions is that if you're a man your age, it's extremely common, so I'd be glad if you could ignore it. What a thought, it would be difficult to flush it so cheaply.

Sexual harassment after sexual harassment.

Gogol's mental is on the verge of breaking.

No more sucks.

It's time to say goodbye.

"But well, you're a very knowledgeable creature with the Gogols."

Unexpectedly, the demonic nobleman muttered.

Ahead of his stare was Gogol's impoverished bed made of dead grass, a crate of food set aside beside it. It is a food box where the food that lives her days will fit. I personally adore that tearful feeling.

Lolita is cute gasping for hunger and poverty.

"Isn't all this potently toxic, such as bokoo grass on higgie mushrooms and even horns of lame? No matter how powerful the creatures of the Dark Continent were, ingesting all this poison would never be safe. Will it even be used for hunting?

"Huh..."

For the first time, she had a people-like reaction when she heard the whining of a casual demonic nobleman. Shivering his shoulders, Vikri shivers his gaze from his own crate to the corner of the room. I'm sure he was ashamed to have pointed out one end of his own life.

That's right.

After being exposed to unusual beds, are the few household tools poisonous for hunting?

It would be a blush for a girl's room around her age.

"If it's going to happen, I'd like to learn about wild grass on the Dark Continent..."

On the other hand, it is the demonic nobility that does not weigh itself.

Look at Gogol's crate and burst his desire for knowledge.

I apologize to her no more for the boulder.

It's also a strange story to be followed by myself being read what's in my mind. But now she is in a situation that was neither private nor flabby. They're girls, so they won't be able to do it unless they pay proper attention to them around there.

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Finally, Lorigon's patience seems to be near its limit. I'm staring at this one in a grumpy mood. He's got black white eyes and gold eyes, so he's usually scared when he's stared at. It's stressful to go with a belly pan that might be rolling out at any given time.

Thanks to nature, words also leak to embarrass the demonic aristocracy.

"Mr. Farren. It's worse for her than boulders."

"Ugh, um. I did hear that unilaterally..."

It's not a dialogue I could have said about repeated sexual harassment with all my might, but even if I were to do fieldwork on the ground, I should respect the private individuals I observe. If that makes for a lovely heterosexual room.

It should be time to open up.

It's not good to burden Gogol any more.

Including my own delusions that overflow endlessly.

"Oh, come on, come on."

Finally, a voice came from a Lorigon that cut the numbness.

Great timing.

You do a pretty good job.

Suggest we cut the field in a way that imitates this.

"Right. Shall we say," Hey? "

The boulder-guided aristocracy, too, may not go any further if it is a suggestion from the Lorigon. I had calculated, for example, that the instructions given by Christina, which I went on to give, were completely unexpected here.

"Get the magic team up and running. We're going back to the city!

"Huh?"

"What?

The voices of nature and doubt rose.

I am a demonic nobleman with myself.

Because this one is told in advance. He said he had already tried to activate the magic team once and had failed unnecessarily. That's why I felt so depressed when I thought of going back. The next few days, he said, will be an empty man.

However, she answers and responds pale to those of us.

"By activating it, do you mean referring to this demonic formation?

"Mr. Christina. As I told you earlier, the magic formation here looks like a one-way street. I didn't react with magic. Is there anything else I can do to activate it?

"Ah? There will be a description there though. He said it could also be used to get back on the road. It's just that once you use it, you wait for the night, and it doesn't say anything. Around these, the magic the demons draw is not polite and bad in the details'

Her gaze turned to the corner of the magic formation.

It's a string of riddles.

I don't think there are any guidelines for use.

"Huh? Really?

"No way, I'm reading this demon cube!?

I'm a little surprised.

A very surprising demonic nobleman.

Christina looks at both of them with a smile on her face.

'... can't you even read this many statements? The Ningens.'

From the bottom of my heart, uh, seriously? You really don't get it? Like.

However, those expressions are only a few moments away.

"Yeah, as long as I'm sorry I didn't learn..."

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When this one honestly nodded, Christina, who was exposed to a shuddering face, but at the next moment she became a dooya face, nimmari, with an inclusive grin.

My cheeks are so pungent as never before.

It's the hottest.

I regret being appealed to for wit, while Lori is very comfortable telling me.

I'm going to be captivated by defeat.

"Huh? Well, you can't even solve this level of magic."

"Right. I don't know what to learn..."

'I understand. Huh? Every inch of this demonic formation!

"Every corner? That's amazing."

"And naturally! Magic formation of this magnitude, what the hell!

Lorigon proclaims confidently, flat breasts at their fullest.

They don't seem to have underwear on, over the fabric of the dress, and the plump floating nipples are the most eclectic. You magical nobleman, you still do a nice job.

'What do you say!? That's amazing. Ugh! The knowledge I have inside. Ha!

"That's great. I don't know what you're looking at."

"Uhm, boulders are enchanted dragons"

'Oh, yeah!... then, well, can I tell you a little bit about it? This is the sight I'm looking at! Become a learned man like you!

"Is that true?

"That said, if you continue to acknowledge this knowledge of mine throughout your life, I will declare it here! Become!? '

Lorigon, the conditions are a bit about 20% higher than ours.

How about a boulder that lets you guarantee your life with the knowledge of this moment now?

But such a deliberate little dragon is cute too, so I'm gonna snort Odysan.

"I'd love to. I'm sure your knowledge will always be better than mine."

It's a little mean though.

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"... Mr. Christina?

'And, naturally! Of course not. Ugh!? It's inferior to Ningen!

You're worried about your serious face, aren't you? You were so cute that you didn't seem a little confident. Still, I promise. It's even more lovely around here.

Not at all, the Demon Guided Nobleman has an eye for a good woman.

The attraction of the Lorigon is gaining momentum because of the increase in contact with something here recently. The aesthetic eye of the man who saw this as soon as possible seems to be unfortunately exerted, even if the subject is other than magic.

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When I get home, I'll comfort you with Dr. Editor's punch.

'Oh, come on, Ningen... why don't you do something about it!?

"Once again, I've just come to understand Christina's charm."

'Eh... yeah! It is! That's a special triumph!

Lorigon with a proud look on his face.

As usual, I don't have half a desire for approval.

If at this moment in your own mind you passed it on to her via Gogol, I can't even look at you. Please. Please keep this enthusiasm that the middle-aged bastard has in his chest to himself, Mr. Gogol.

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Mr. Gogol is a sadist for what he has to say.

Cool beauty in places like that.

'If that's the case, yeah, all right, I'll give you the magic. Ugh! It's gonna be a little hard on you, Ningen! Here's a scale of the dragon's overwhelming power!

A lolligon in tune heads to the magic formation and turns flat on his right hand.

Apparently, you can handle the occasion. Indeed, the magic painted on the floor does not consume half the magic. Startup is impossible, at least for the demon-guided aristocracy and Gogol. I love the fact that you're just a little yoishy and behaving in a big way, you little Kristina.

"You should just get on the magic team."

"Thank you, Mr. Christina"

"Ugh, um"

"Humph."

The two Ossans walk just a few steps and move over the magic formation, prompted by the Lorrigon. Where that leg has stopped, the lorigon of the day, as well, moves itself.

Only Gogol stands outside the circularly painted geometric pattern, near the entrance and exit of the room, and takes a position to view this. As always, he is as emotionally invisible as Nobu, just jiggly, watching what happens.

Sorry for the inconvenience.

And thank you so much for picking up the drop.

Let's say goodbye to her.

Maybe we won't see each other again.

"It may be now, but this time I've caused you a lot of trouble..."

If you think, for example, her reply to the breakup is the same.

To block this greeting, Bosoli, the same beautiful Lori voice sounds.

"... can I go too?

"Huh?... Ah, huh? No, it's... the..."

What a nostalgic little man I couldn't snort at.

Immediately after being asked, I thought I didn't like it.

Gogol, I don't like it.

"Talking is tricky. One is... hard"

"It's..."

Come here and get some straight emotions.

What should I do?

What do I do in earnest?

I had no idea one was hard out of her mouth, I didn't think it would leak.

"One is... hard"

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I see that's your point, Gogol.

The look on his face makes me feel a little tense on the cheeks.

She has consistently had a no-face look.

I saw a series of behaviors, and, uh, I remembered the encounter. Shortly after the visit, the Gogols asked questions from their mouths. Actually, that was probably what I wanted to sue her most, even more so now.

No one likes it when their mind is read. Nature and she have therefore become alone and must have had a lonely time to this day. Maybe she's lived on her own for longer than she can imagine.

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On the other hand, he has some contact with others, such as putting clothes on people. Compared to those in the public, they have protruding physical abilities, so if you let your arm say something, some impotence will pass.

I just think that those halfway positions are giving her something more, a strong solitude. True solitude is not a deserted island or anything but yourself, but something that must be just around the corner of a warm regiment.

The idea that this exchange has fuelled those backgrounds also seems unlikely. Of course, perhaps because of her own narcissism, but the desperation to just make her think so was felt from her standing and dancing.

"I don't know what to do. All right? Don't ride, okay? If you come with me, I will kill you immediately! I'll never kill you! So don't come!? Don't come here at all!? I don't think so.

Being infused with magic begins to glow.

The Lorigon one, apparently you seriously hate it.

Still, Gogol keeps his words on, bossy, bossy, standing up.

I wonder what triggered it.

At this moment now, he tells me like he cut a weir.

"... I want to talk. More stories... more stories..."

Brown Lolita emotions, the first I've seen since I met her.

It was hunger.

The talking glance makes you feel somewhere impatient, with a face that is very different than before. I'm not angry, I'm in a hurry, I'm not sad. Just Ji, I'm gonna stare at this one. Never seemed like a joke or a light mouth.

It's a familiar look.

It's the eyes of a really hungry person.

Still the eyes of those who don't want to starve.

"I want you to talk to me. You wanted to talk... talk..."

Christina just didn't give me enough respite to respond to this.

Or even say I didn't try to take the initiative to answer.

"Goodbye now! Omae dies on her own!

As Christina groans briefly, it turns dark in front of her.

The more chest aches in that dialogue, the more I pulsed with dokun.

What a terrible man. But to be honest, it helped. To someone close to me, to Sophia and Dr. Editor, I don't like to find out about this. That's how I think about my, oh, what a humble thing. I just talked about how great it sounds, and what I'm trying to do is I'm that much too.

Not at all, you see the bottom as a person.

Still enough to wish I could just cut it out alive.

"Talk..."

At the same time, I experienced it a few days ago, a floating sensation similar to eyesight.

If you noticed, your vision was shifting, and the walls surrounding all directions were changing color.

I won't even be able to see Gogol.

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I feel unspeakable.

It's been a long time, this kind of thing.

The contents of a toolbox set aside by her bunk, also mentioned in the point of the demonic nobility. I understand its use at the end. You didn't want to notice if you could.

Ever since we met, she's been full of criticism.