Did You Know That a Playboy Can Change His Job to a Sage?

Rocking her silver hair, she walks in with a machete with thunder and wind in one hand, two women.

"I'm here to collect material, on the fortieth floor."

"I can't believe I'm meeting such a pretty girl."

Shortly afterwards, our three heads flew.

"Huh!?

- I felt it. Tina and Nyannyan are also playing their hands around their necks in battle. That's what I felt when they just turned me on to kill me.

"Oh, good face."

"I want to eat it. Wow."

I tell my people.

"Both of you, stand back"

"So no, Mr. Dylan...!

"Your husband, these guys......!

I didn't answer, I took the hat.

Turn on the clown and speak loudly to the two female warriors.

"This is beautiful, ladies. ♪ Can I help you?

Pompom, and if you put out some fireworks,

"Oh."

"That's funny."

Unsurprisingly easy delivery of the machete to the sheath, twisting and approaching two beautiful women. Oh, what, what.

I wonder, I can pull myself away from both sides.

A body that adheres.

About the same height gaze as me over 170 centimeters. That means it's pretty long for a woman. Nonetheless, the flesh glimpses from the light armor are so luxurious and thin that it seems to break.

The subtle breasts are also just the right size that seems to fit perfectly in your hand, although not as big as Tina or Nyang.

More importantly, the fingers that move to lick my body and the exhalation in my ear seem to know all about the art of pleasing a man.

Somehow, the unwanted scent of an adult woman tickles my nasal cavity.

"Clown. You, Dylan Albertini, right?

"Nice guy as rumored. If it's okay, why don't you play with me tonight?

"Yeah, of course. Beautiful ladies."

When I answered that with a conditional reflex, there was a voice from two of my buddies that seemed angry.

"Mr. Dylan!

"Your husband!

Whoa, wrong.

"Unfortunately, I am now solemnly playing at night."

When I said no, the eyes of the two beautiful women got colder. Scary.

"You don't have a veto, do you?

"It's up to us to decide. Do you understand?"

Uh, this sucks.

The woman in this hand, that's it. Even if you play at night, I'm the only one who can attack you. That's also a bit of an abnormal one.

It's the one who gets strangled with rope or punctured with a knife while the potion is stuck in the back hole.

He said the potion bottle he put in his rectum stopped falling out and there are occasional adventurers who are seen with white eyes by female monks at the guild clinic. No, not about me.

"I'm sorry -"

Smile, and I'll leave you two alone.

I applied the motion of the dance. We would both be high level warriors, but this move is not in 'Wu'.

――

Neither of us thought this would be easy to get away with. He showed a mixed face with warfare and amazement.

"I don't have that kind of hobby."

"I see..."

"You sound like a man as rumored..."

"I thought it would ring in a good voice because of you"

"I thought I'd let you sing while you hang and spin"

I'm too scared.

Two people turning their backs around.

"Olivia."

"I'm going home."

The wise woman, called Olivia, answers in a muffled manner.

"No, so that's what I'm saying earlier, I want to..."

Then I looked back behind me and spoke to someone. I hear there's another fellow at the party. I knew it.

"This one's over."

"... yeah. I'm done picking too."

What came was a girl, wearing a hood deep in her eyes. He has a single-handed sword shield and an item that looks like an ore.

Nyannyan, who saw her, opened his eyes and was surprised.

I look at it and I still snort.

The Hood girl began to pick up the scattered dragon brilliant stones when she saw and interpreted us.

- Long time no see.

There, Nyannyan walked over and spoke up.

"? Nyang Nyang......?

Called girl, take the hood.

Fluffy, long gray hair. And on its head grows horns like sheep.

"Mehme......"

Childhood tampering in Nyannyan.

Anima Smith, a blacksmith of the wand sheep Dumji clan, was there.