Jujutsushi Wa Yuusha Ni Narenai

Ariko Yangtze River was in despair. Even though, a dangerously people-eating monster walks wide in a dungeon. Because the people who survive in such a place are the only ones on that sidewalk.

No man deserves the name 'kimoota', as it is commonly called.

If you just prefer comics and cartoons and games, the majority of the boys take care of any one or so. Even that Aoshin Yudo, beside soundly typing into Kendo, plays so much in games, enjoys comics, and bickers about it with his classmate friends and bittersweet bitches about his sister.

Besides, there are also men who prefer more than normal. Ariko thinks the convex combination of Katsushi Saito and Kotaro Takawa is an image of the so-called common 'geek', and other classmates will feel the same way. There are so many other geeky boys out there that they can't stand up and stand out. Essentially, they have a quiet school life in the class that is secluded and unobtrusive, so without so much to do, they would not have caused any indulgence in the class, nor would they have been particularly disgusted, and were accepted as part of the class.

But Yokoichi was different. Seung Saito is as nerdy and fat as he is, but he doesn't hate him. The personality in good shape is more of a positive impression for the classmates.

Yokodo I and Seung Saito, the decisive difference between the two would be character, if you will. I don't know Ariko, such as his detailed psychology, and I don't want to know. Still, if you seem to have problems over and over again within your class, that's too much to determine 'bad character'.

Open your mouth and you'll just complain. As I sloped, I didn't show a fuck about anything, negative. Seung Saito had spoken out to one who had been alone in anticipation of the same ota, a spring destination that had just been in seven pairs for two years. As a result,

"- Chick! This is why 'nigga' is fucking what!

Ariko knew well that he had developed into an argument because he was so high and the boulder victory was angry.

Although the teacher in charge has never been more important than coming out or eating a call to the life instruction room, one has had such an argument with other classmates from time to time.

Thus, early in the dawn of Golden Week, the nickname given to it was "Creepy Pig". From the boys hated their twisted guts, from the girls hated their uglier looks than their personalities, and Yokoichi, isolated in class. Just as he did not sneak up on the untouched God, he did not develop into a fig, he just ignored it. But it is also true that it kept the peace of the class of two years and seven sets. Essentially, one speaks for itself, to someone, because there was nothing to get involved in.

"Look, Ariko. It's only walnuts, but eat."

That's now, as if that one is one of a kind best friend to herself - no, it's as if she's become a lover, coming in familiar with you persistently. Even for Ariko, who is weak, that was uninterrupted and horrible.

"Ah... yeah, thanks..."

At his trembling fingertips, he receives the fairy walnut that one offers. The one hand that was killing Goma until just now is smeared on the blood. Naturally, the walnuts that were wrapped in those hands... but Ariko said, "Dirty!" It is unacceptable to scream and reject.

"- Hih!?

Still, I accidentally screamed small because the next moment, they held my hand. Even though fingertips just touch it, and it involves a tremendous amount of disgust, I don't know if Gu is going to be gripped tight, it's a mental pain equal to having a cockroach clump in your palm.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

What's on it? I don't even want to know what logic is unfolding in one brain, but it conveys that he's at least the soul-guts that are trying to "stick, whack" the wolf of suddenly holding the hand of a woman who's not even close.

Ariko's hand, it's warm.

My spine freezes. I felt so strongly in danger as a woman that I was struck by lightning.

Still, the only reaction you can make to a weak Ariko is rattling and shaking your shoulders. There's no way you can do that, like unwave.

"Beh, nothing...... normal, so"

At the very least, the only resistance was to make an unlimited and unscrupulous response. Do not let this man enlighten you of fear. Well, never let them be tempted, such as disgust.

"I won't let go of this hand. I will protect Ariko..."

After saying something so unscrupulous that one seemed to regret it, Ariko's hand was released.

"Ugh... Ugh..."

After finishing a tasteless meal with just walnuts and water and one goes to sleep, Ariko finally washes his hands. It's too cold fountain water to sink my hands all the time, but Ariko kept washing and cleaning them up even as my fingertips became paralyzed like they froze.

"No... I don't want to anymore..."

Yokoichi is strong. The abilities of the heavenly 'warrior', though at the mercy of power, are nevertheless fully drawn and used.

Seeing the dialog "I'll protect" throw out with stinking breath, I can only peek at the fact that I'm willing to protect Ariko for at least one thing. In fact, every time I encountered a demon on the road, one sheltered Ariko behind his back and fought an enemy who would dare to strike alone. It is an indisputable fact that even if one appearance of fighting seems to be a pleasure killer intoxicated by blood and violence, it protected Ariko from horrific demons.

As long as we are together, Ariko is far safer than acting alone. You don't have to worry about your life for the moment.

But the situation of being alone with one and two is more dangerous than ever, risking the next most important thing in a woman's life.

So far, Ichi has never been strongly approached by Ariko. But he stroked his head and just now he held his hand… it is visible that the action escalates.

Ariko can't say that he has much male experience, but still, I can tell about the gaze of a man clouded by passion more than being a woman. It's not that I found out if Yokoichi is in love with Ariko Yangtze in the right sense, but I can't help but understand that he's excited about a woman named himself, like a male dog with a platter.

If Yokoichi had been as forceful in character as Kyouya Taguchi, he must have forgiven his body in the fairy square where he first arrived. Whereas the power of a warrior is used, even with the power of ice magic, Ariko, who is not prepared to shoot one demon, cannot be the enemy. At a time when I was concerned, Ariko would be ravaged without the art of becoming.

For one thing, it would have been better if you had done it in one thought, but instead you might have given up. One is unnecessarily stirred up by fear, as if he had also become the protagonist of a juvenile comic strip, because he dresses up to deal with himself. I don't know when or what time a lust outweighs reason and strikes me. No, it wasn't far away then, and I'm pretty sure it would come.

At least the hope is to rendezvous with other classmates... Ariko honestly can't want that either. From what I see now, if you do poorly, you might see your classmates as intruders and eliminate them. Eliminate, no, you can call it murder. Ariko can easily imagine a classmate's neck who neglected herself as a delight with that bloody sword.

I want to take this situation off. I want to be free from the curse of Horizontal First. But I can't help but be horrified that I'm going to see hell because of it.

"Please... Somebody help me..."

Only this time did God respond to Ariko's wishes.

And 'then' finally comes.

"- I, Ariko, su, su, like, so"

When he defeated the big red dog demon, the so-called Boss Monster, and reached Fairy Square with the transfer magic formation in that room, he suddenly said so without any context, one remaining bloody painted.

"What..."

I had predictions. But it can't be decided to be ready or anything... Ariko can only desperately put a puzzling look on his face.

"Because I like it... Yes, that's good"

Two hands dirty with one blood grab Ariko's little shoulder.

"Hih! Yes, ah..."

There was no respite to think about. Though it is a confessional word, it is only an alarm that the substance, one reason, has finally reached its limit.

"Isn't that nice? Right?"

Gilli, and little by little, the force grabbing the shoulder is tightened. Ouch.

"No -"

It was more the limit of mental suffering than physical pain. I realize that it is impossible to be made to be the best as it is, even if there is a danger to life.

Or maybe her pride as Ariko's woman outweighed her fears.

"- I hate it!

Ariko's slender arms are full of strength, poking at one body. Regardless, he is a giant man likely to be a hundred kilometers as it is, and one body that houses the power of a warrior will not shake. Ariko was able to take off his first hand, even though he himself cursed.

"Huh?... hey, why..."

I watched the hand I let go with a flashing look at what was so surprising. I guess I never dreamed of myself being rejected, etc.

"Wow, I... there's someone I like..."

Out with his mouth was the most orthodox dialogue in turning down the confession.

"Ha!? Lying... right?"

I'm not lying.

I'm not lying. Truth is, Ariko Yangtze was in love.

"No way, Aoshi -"

"Aemon, it's not you"

"So it's Heaven's Way!?

"Yeah, I'm not... I like it, I mean... I'm already dating, because"

"WHAT... WHAT... WHAT? SOLE, THERE'S NO WAY, WHERE!?

"- Koguchi-kun."

Again, it's not a lie. As an unmistakable truth, Ariko Yangtze is in love with the same classmate Kyouya Haguchi, and furthermore, he is dating.

"Ha ha... lie, you know... you're lying, you know"

One reaction would surely be something common to all classmates.

Ariko Yangtze River, plain and dear, discreet in class. With the exception of Yudo Aoshi and Ryuichi Tendo, Kyouya Haguchi has an intense personality, both good and bad, that would put him at the top of the class. School karst, if you dare to apply the criterion that the two belong to a different class for sure.

In fact, there is no contact between the two in normal school life. No one will ever see you talking in the classroom.

"I'm not lying. I'm really hanging out with Higuchi."

"It's a lie! It's a lie, it's a lie, it can't be... there won't be any proof!

"I do."

Ariko removes the smartphone from his pocket, which has been left off since he came to this dungeon. Fingertips like white fish open a gentle, digital album.

"This is a photo from my first date"

There was a sight of Ariko Yangtze River and Kyouya Haguchi hanging out amicably, never seen in two years and seven classrooms.

I guess it's a holiday, you two are in private clothes. Ariko in a plain outfit as you can imagine and a flashy Kyouya with silver accessories that stand out. The appearance in line is not a good couple to flatter, but Ariko's embarrassing expression and the strangely illuminating face of his mouth made him think of the two happy friends.

"That's a lie... Ariko said something... with such a fucking DQN..."

"Don't speak ill of my mouth."

"Or Karesi... Oh, yes, it's possible. Ooh! You're kidding me, that's how you decide to lie, oh, about me, you're making fun of me, you're trying to fool me!

With the cry of anger, one snaps a proven smartphone from Ariko's hand.

"Oh, no -"

One dark, wild finger relentlessly uncovers the memories of a hidden maiden. Yes, Ariko's smartphone contains many nice scenes with her boyfriend besides two shots of her first date.

When we started dating, when we dated at a nearby shopping mall, we were about to bowl out with our accidental Aoshi brothers and sisters, and you said you were in a hurry to hide? For the summer vacation, it's the ocean, it's the pool, it's a festival, and even though it's a classic, I've never enjoyed the event before, until it was the first time he and I went out together.

And done within the summer, about the first experience.

"Ah, ahhh... ahhh..."

Seeing different things that I don't think belong in this world, one just drops a shock of not much of a smartphone with a bitter look and groan. The glowing screen showed two naked people leaning against each other on the bed.

"Bi, bi, bi, bi, bi, bi, bi, bi!

It was truly, the roar of the beast. One voice that suddenly screamed surpasses the ambition of the big red dog boss who just knocked him down.

"Knock it off, you fucking bitch! How dare you fool me!

"-" Ice Shield (Eyes Shield) "What!?

As turned into a single beast, one suddenly jumps at you with an unintelligible squeal - where a critical, activated ice shield prevents it.

"Bubble!?

One hit a hard, cold wall of ice from his face, and he lifted up his voice like a frog had been crushed.

But is it the thrust of a warrior that should be feared? The outfit even stuck out of my face, but still had a crack in the thick ice wall.

"'Ice Mist (Eyes Mist)'!

A skill that I just activated. This is the only way Ariko can escape the monster.

"Shit! Hey, where are you, Ariko? Seriously, I won't forgive you, Teme, you fooled me all the time pretending to be clear, you transcendent fucking bitch of a mine woman!

From beyond the bright white mist, along with the abusive murmurs I couldn't hear, I learned signs of rough magic that I felt because I was Ariko, who became a magician. Magic power is not just the energy necessary for the exercise of magic, it is also a source of power for warriors who demonstrate superhuman physical abilities. The same goes for demons, not people.

It is the sign that appeals to Ariko for his greatest sense of crisis to date, as a so-called one killer. Abandoning Fairy Square in the Safe Zone is no better than escaping.

"Ha... Ha!

Run the stone aisle with a selfless obsession. Whether you run or not, the yelling you hear from behind won't keep you away. Fortunately for one, he hasn't been given the ability to make his feet faster yet, he said, "Travel Speed Lifting System Skills," but as long as there is an inexhaustible stamina by "Atmospheric Filling (Toughness)," it's hard to get over it. One leg is slow, but Ariko is also slow. Now if I had handsome feet like Miwa Natsugawa, I would have been able to escape the difficulties, but for Ariko, a raw literary girl and magician class, it was a good place to be.

"Ha... ha!?

And finally Ariko's fate is over. The end - the end - was the end - of a passageway like the narrow alley that escaped.

"Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Revenge. This is my authentic revenge for betraying everything.

Ariko Yangtze River. That sin that betrayed my pure love is too great. I won't, I won't, I won't forgive you...... damn, you clear bitch motherfucker. Seriously, NTR is shit, you know exactly what I mean.

"- Phew, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh.

At the end of the long passage was a dark stone killing landscape room. It's an empty room that doesn't make any sense at all in this dungeon. There are no hidden doors or passageways, and if it hadn't even collapsed, the room would be largely closed.

I mean, Ariko was totally cornered when I stood at this only one entrance.

"Hehe, Ariko..."

This is revenge, so Ariko can't complain no matter what he's done. Whatever you do, I'm not bad. I now have the right to Ariko to do anything to that cute Ariko... yes, anything.

"Yu, Ariko..."

Step into the room. In the size of a classroom, I immediately find Ariko. In the corner of the room, have you given up running anymore, or are you round?

It's just a dim room. I can barely see the corner, but... the white, thin legs of Ariko thrown out float in the flickering faint light.

"Oh, I apologize, it's too late... it's your fault... oh, shut up and make me a boyfriend or something... that depends on that mouth... seriously forgive me - eh!?

My anger, my reason, that kind of thing was the limit, that moment when I tried to jump on Ariko sitting around. I realize. First, on the nose. It smells so familiar these days.

And look. Bright red blood buildup spread beneath Ariko's body.

"And he's dead..."

You're lying...... seriously? Seriously, Ariko?

"Hey, why..."

I don't know what that means. I don't know. It's too much, I'm suddenly shivering. My legs are cracking, but I'm even closer to Ariko so that I can relax.

"Wow, seriously... he's dead"

From Ariko's neck, blood was erupting. Still flowing dodgy. I just stabbed you.

On the right hand side there is a knife with blood on it. It's a pretty, quality Goma knife I gave Ariko for protection. I'm pretty sure I poked myself in the throat with this.

And you're holding onto your left hand... the student notebook?

"Oh, shit... is that better than me..."

In the student notebook, Ariko and Mizuchi hug each other and kiss, no, only the mouth they are kissing is filled with hearts, a joke prickly tension. It says Yukiko, Kyoya, Lover's First Anniversary, We'll Always Be Together (Heart) and all that.

"Damn... Ariko..."

Serious love, even though it was. Why, how did this happen? Something's wrong, everything's wrong.

I built up a harem in this other world, but Ariko was the only one who was supposed to make a happy life by being a special true wife... the moment Ariko and I met in the dungeon, I was absolutely convinced it was destiny already... this is a lie. It's a bad dream.

In the first place, I can't believe Michiguchi and Ariko are dating. Ariko is exactly the same as Yuki in "Haruka Suzuhara is depressed," grown-up, plain, but so cute...

"Yu, Ariko..."

Beautiful death face. It's like, sleeping. I just think he's asleep without a stab wound to the throat and a sea of blood.

Ariko's sleeping face has been seen several times before. I snuck up on it when I was dormant in Fairy Square. I think you put up with me a lot.

Because just look at this defenseless adorable Ariko, and I...

"Ah."

Boom. Look, even now, I know you're dead... yay, what, you're so bloated.

No, no, that's crazy. Ariko is dead. It's not like sleeping. Dead means it won't happen again. Whatever you do, never, never wake up...

"Ugh, ah... it's still warm..."

Touch. Ariko's tranquil death face, his white cheek poked with his finger. Surprisingly, it was warm.

"Whoa, do it... this, do it..."

Grab your face with both hands. Ariko's cheeks feel soft and warm everywhere, spread flat. A real woman's feel, unlike a doll (figure).

"Ha, ha... Ariko... Ariko!

My first kiss. I've heard about the taste of lemons and old phrases... Ariko's lips tasted like something more shocking.

"Ahhhhhhhh!

What the hell? Delicious. So delicious. Sweet enough to melt in your mouth, hard enough to crisp the tip of your tongue. A messed up flavor, but an unlikely flavor that stimulates every taste at the same time and satisfies all of it.

Seriously, what, do girls all taste like this? Why, there's no way it tastes like saliva. But this delicacy that I feel in bees...

"Ah, blood."

The mouth of Ariko, who sucked on selflessly obsessed and got sticky with my saliva. From his half-opened lips, a twofold muscle, blood flowed. Well, I stabbed you in the throat, so it's not weird that you're not overflowing with blood.

Nevertheless, the red of blood flowing through the skin of the bright white Ariko shows vividly. If you think it's a combination of white, red, and common two-tone colors, but that's Ariko's skin and Ariko's blood, it freaks you out. []/(v5r, vi) to be soaked/

I'm not sure if that's lust or appetite. But anyway, I thought - it looks delicious.

"Huh!?

Lick the blood from your lips. So, I get it.

Oh, yeah, here it is. The intense flavor that was about to explode was the taste of blood.

"Yu, Ariko -"

Then the next thing I know, my consciousness seemed blurred as if I was dreaming. But it's clearly in my memory. To remember, it was my first experience.

Kiss at first. Enjoy plenty of the taste of your lips and tongue - Butch, Butch - Ariko has a small mouth and tongue, so I think I'll swallow it in one bite.

"Ha, ha..."

Next up is the chest. A man would have boobs, no matter what. Take off Ariko's sailor clothes as you peel off the peach skin, in a terrible mood - zu, bu - Ariko's chest like a cautious snowfield - gucha! It's beautiful, Ariko.

"Huhah, Buhaaaa......"

Being trapped all over your chest would be something of disrespect to a girl. I'm a man who can love you without a neighborhood - Gucchari, Gucchari - in turn, politely, I will taste Ariko's body without exception. But I'm a man, too, so far, and it's time to limit my patience.

"Bhoo, hoo, hoo..."

The moment I saw pure white underwear worthy of Ariko's clear image - a bump.

"Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!

Eat Ariko, obsessed, unconsciously, devour this woman's flesh.

Sexual pleasure caused by ejaculation, I don't know. This fulfilling feeling won't be something you get just by porn. Dominance or conquest? Exclusivity?

No, you're not. I'm sure this is what love is all about.

I love Ariko. Ariko loves me too. That's why it tastes so good and feels so good. I just think so.

So after all, Ariko was my Ariko. Ariko is my only thing. Thus, the two of us became one. Don't worry about this. I won't let you touch a finger in the mouth. He can't touch my Ariko.

Oh, love, how wonderful.

"- Buhu, geaep!

At the end of the act, a huge, red-moyed profusion emerged, as it gushed from the depths of his belly. I'm suddenly sleepy because of my belly swelling.

Well, it's normal to go straight to sleep if you fuck about the fuck. I fell asleep on a hingy cold stone floor in a big letter to cool my lit body.

Next door, nothing. No one else.

Because Ariko became one with me.

I finally fell asleep in the best mood, immersed in the aftermath of the emotion and pleasure tied with Ariko.

- Eat it.

So it must have been in my dreams to hear that.

Eat, eat.

Someone's voice. More like barking at a beast, huh? I feel like I know what you're saying for some reason, even though it just sounds like that.

"Fully hungry, thirsty, filled"

Beyond the thin vision, I could see a barking beast, like. What is it, like a lion, no, a wolf? Or a pig? I don't know. But it's huge. It was big, black, a beast.

"Welcome, you are my family - 'Cannibal'"

"Cannibal."

"Bad Eating": Eating All Things. Eat up meat, bones, poison, magic, and sometimes even abilities.

"Ooaggito": a big mouth and tough jaw for eating all things.

"Bottomless stomach": a huge stomach bag that holds every thing you eat.

Predatory skills

"Ariko Yangtze River's Ice Magic": Reproduce some of the lower ice magic.

A strange feeling of something pouring into my head with great momentum. It's not very pleasant, but rather than that, I'm sleepy now anyway.

Forget about the weird beast I can't see very well, and now it's time to go to sleep in peace.