Instant Messiah

... woke up.

I felt kind of strange.

Even though I'm oddly backward, I don't feel like it. It's like something fell to my heart, like that.

Even something natural, like saying that there is only hope for its hindsight.

"It's like a horse deer."

There's no point in dreaming. Even if you're distracted by something you don't even remember in the first place, you're not productive.

It's ridiculous to hang out with something like that and damage the freshest mood of the late, even though it was rarely possible to wake up early in the morning at the corner......

Winter is already here. It's great to swirl in the futon that your sister Alice plugged in in this chill. Regardless, it is a fox pattern. It's adorable and very good. I love cute things.

I decided to fall asleep and spill my faith again. [M]

"I don't like that habit... I remember telling you to stop early"

It is our Prime Minister who stands in the way of sleep.

Mr. Aroma appeared on my sleeping ground, the dungeon bunk.

If he meets Wilson, who accidentally makes him a regular pillow, he also rounds his eyes in a surprising way.

No, his eyes were original, dandruff and round.

I had no choice but to give my right hand out of the blanket and pretend.

Good morning, Mr. Aroma.

"Yeah, good morning"

Mr. Sagesta's Aroma at home, which is utterly eye maintenance to see in her sleep.

Sometimes it's unusual for her to come to me. [M]

I can pull my hands into the futon when I feel stingy. [M]

"I wonder if you've wanted a whip in a long time"

"Can you spare me that?"

Then I'd like you to show me the attitude you deserve.

"Aren't you with me?"

"Oh, what kind of friends?

"Every rapport suits you"

That's what I said, I tried to lift the edge of the blanket with a pebble.

"... is a good invitation"

And where did you take it from?

I heard a thin, supple, hateful guy specializing in hurting me, licking the ground just saying it was you next, so I jumped.

"Nice to meet you. Honest kids love teachers."

"I know."

"Get out of the way."

Mr. Aroma laughs lightly, hehe.

He looked so sweet, like a flower bud.

She gently puts the whip she took out into a deep slit.

Earlier I was wondering where the tool had been removed from, but the mystery appeared from behind the slutty gap. And now it's hidden.

It was the first time in my life that I wanted a whip. I don't want to be slapped, of course.

It is a pure desire to stick my hand in that ear-like space.

When I watched cancer, I was blamed for "here".

Even though it is force majeure. I'm not guilty. [M] Her beauty is the sin.

If you're caught off guard, you're still trying to peek into the back of your slit. You have to swim your gaze to the right and to the left in order to forgive me.

"You too."

"Yes?"

"It's a busy thing, over there"

She laughed again when she tried to disagree with you because you blamed her for playing this eyeball gymnastics.

"What are you thinking? No, it's not. You went out with Chris, and now you're in the Inland Sea, right?

Oh, that way.

"For all of you in Diabolo, Enya Corasa"

"All lies. No, how serious are you..."

As frightened, Mr. Aroma frowns at the root.

Totally out of heart. I'm an honest man. It's a lie, though.

"Well, fine, follow me. Don't get cold in here."

She elbows from the top of a silky, smooth dress glove.

The motion looks terribly feminine to me.

Above all, he felt a degree of flattery that did not seep into the way his chest naturally leaned between his arms.

That's why I'm afraid of them.

Because I'm a man and they're women.

I think they are born winners who unconsciously attract this eye.

From the edge, this one's a loser.

Even if a man invites, a woman refuses, but it is not a man who refuses to invite a woman.

And I'm not going to be that kind of inhuman, even on the outside. [M]

That's still a lie, too.

Distracting me with this nonsense is also a story that means I'm just not ready for my heart, but time just goes on its own.

For, I said, hey, I just followed her as she started walking first.

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Come on in.

"Haaay."

At Mr. Aroma's invitation, I interrupt her private room.

It was not uncommon for me to go to the office, but this was the first time I thought I had entered Mr. Aroma's private room.

Looks excited. 'Cause it smells good.

"Oh, not much to look at everywhere."

"If you'll excuse me. I'm not used to walking into a woman's room."

"Oh, is that true?"

"It's true."

It's a lie, though.

I used to go to Mr. Gallon's and Mr. Puria's rooms all the time.

"Come on in."

"Haaay."

I follow the usual sacrificial technique and obey yes like an asshole.

Poof, smiling at me sitting in the chair, Mr. Aroma leaves his butt pretentious.

It seemed like you could prepare some tea for me.

... Well, I still smelled your relationship with Mr. Gallon.

I wonder what you thought of inviting me to do.

Hmm.

Worst anticipation of all. I will be killed here.

The reason is simple, my bias towards Chris outweighed my obsession.

The more time I put aside, the less stained my love for them will be.

Besides... I'll be killed here.

I'm ashamed to imagine it, but my jealousy of Mr. Gallon invited her briefly.

That. Ista attack on me. Status report. No, it's still early.

'Cause it's only been a little while since, and it's too early for anything.

If it's too soon, what the hell, the conjugation to the Vermillion family is complete.

Then I want you to stop because your guilt for Mr. Gallon will get worse.

She really wants to marry me.

- You've decided to lie, hey. Isn't that right, Nine?

... In the end, what I'm doing must be a marriage fraud.

Well, you have no choice, do you? Chris is bad. Chris is bad.

'Cause you took everything I care about, and I can't help it.

Well, if Mr. Gallon says so, it's like Chris' possession, it's in my vengeance to flaunt that werewolf daughter, if you interpret it that way.

"Yes, sorry to keep you waiting...... oh, what's up Nine. Your face is frightened."

"I'm nervous. The smell of a woman's room is too irritating for me."

"I'm not gonna tell you what I started out with."

"No more."

You don't believe me. It's okay.

Okay.

The slightly earlier predictions may be too pessimistic, but they are also predictions in a sufficiently likely range.

I am always pessimistic. [M] Pessimistic foresight is one trick to living optimistically.

Overall, it can't happen that way to life, such as exceeding the worst expectations.

The worst part of my life has already passed, so this should be absolutely true. It seems difficult, but a sense of purpose is one important thing that needs to be repeated over and over again.

Whatever I'm doing is revenge.

Big names matter. More than the rest of us think.

... In front of her eyes, Aroma, slowly wearing that rich ass in her chair, enjoys the scent of her own brewed tea with one cup in her hand, her eyes closed.

"... you don't drink?

"No, you'll have it, won't you?

It's like urging...... no, I guess I do. I took her voice and I imitated her and lifted the cup off the saucer too.

She has her right hand, a clean hand.

I'm left hand, unclean hand.

We make tea like a mirror copy.

... She said she killed her father with her own hands, so I guess those hands are definitely dirty.

But it doesn't seem like she's dirty to me.

So her right hand, her pin stretched away from the cup, and her refreshing little finger, looks great on her.

On the other hand.

I've never killed anyone directly with this hand. [M] Just never.

But I feel so dirty about my hands that I am afraid to touch the cup she has prepared for me.

So I dared to push my left hand pinky against the heat transmitted to the cup. It is miserable and fitting to look at the fold this way and abuse yourself like me at all.

I'll make you some tea. There was no bitterness and it tasted refreshing.

I wish it had been poisoned. Oh, my God, I turn my head for a second.

... I can't help but be stupid. Miserable.

Whatever, self-love in such masochistic skin can't help but be fun and fun.

Become a habit, this. Hihihi.

"... it's time to tell you. Can't you hope? Why did you call me?

"Oh, sexually steep. Your Highness would be better served."

"Don't say what you found out, you look more like a purist."

"Oh, I'm glad. I'm so happy, I'll tell you exactly what you want. Why did I call you here?"

Here it comes. Well, what's coming out...?

"Just in case you're ready,"

"... Huh?

Out of the way, my heart hits slightly.

Things I thought were most unlikely, no way.

"There was a report that Volks' old man had succeeded in his flexicurity. Ista capital, Tiamaria...... and then the whole Ista. It will take about three months to say sooner or later that he or she has held back our demonic invasion for many years."

- You can drop it.

Smile, scared smile.

I was honest and heartfelt with that smile, which was so sweet as to be gross. [M]