Mr. Nobu's Otherworld Chronicles

That's why I decided for lunch today... the fifth meal of mountain vegetables and chickens, for you! The juice was made with clam miso soup, side dishes with yam vegetables and seafood tempura and stewed in Tsukima. Dashi has become an authentic one taken from the bonito that I recently started making. I also make boiled and dried fish, but I'm having trouble because the number keeps decreasing because the sea urchins are stuck. There's nothing I can't do by forcing it to dry, but it still tastes inferior to heavenly sun drying. That's where I want to be held as a Japanese.

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The fact that tempura and other shards made in the mountain platter were not left behind to complete the meal will prove what you did today. Mr. Hirotis is also rubbing his stomach if he eats too much and can't move. I'm starving like I'm pregnant. Seems like you've been very fond of me. You got a lot of information, so did you get about the information fee?

I don't know why there were stories to pile up. Mr. Dillitt and Mr. Hirotis seemed very excited. She's off today because it's a corner. Thanks to Mr. Dornuko and the others, it's a lot easier to shift, so I can do it.

By the time I get home, it's already evening. Too bad Mr. Leaf seemed a little pathetic, too, so I let her take the tempura stuffing to her souvenir and drop it off.

Measures were also contemplated because of various things that Mr. Hirotis had asked me. I mean, she seemed to blame herself for forcing her childhood to hunt down, too, and it was the salvation that was more cooperative than I expected.

After that, it goes without saying that a rapid response headquarters was organized in search of the face-to-face cooperation of returning home. If you can, I'll make up my mind in a minute!

Two days later, Mr. Leaf came as if he had stated that he was ready for a meeting. Come on, have you been thinking about losing this one so soon? Or did Mr. Hirotis say something to you? Whatever it is, don't be alarmed. Just in case, I ask for a few days' supply. No! And Mr. Leaf opened the door to the reception room waiting.

There's...

There was a Mr. Leaf waiting in the dungeon.

Hey, okay!?

"I'm sorry about yesterday. I apologize for stuffing up for my personal purposes. So please, it's up to you to refrain from going to the woods."

Whoa. It's so weird what Mr. Hirotis said when he left, or if my threats got a critical hit. Mr. Dilit, who is holding back, is also slightly discouraged by the difference from yesterday.

"I asked a lot more than Hirotis. From the amount of magic brought into that dish, I also knew at the earliest that I was not the enemy. I didn't expect you to get something like that imitating The Story of Baked Oak, which is passed down to the Elves. Have mercy..."

I don't see the look on her face telling her that with her head down.

You heard of "The Story of Baked Oak" a long time ago from Mr. Dillitt.

There used to be a time when elves and dark elves competed over food distress in one settlement. We were supposed to be neighbors to work with each other, but it broke my heart to see them fight each other. The original high elf ancestors left the burnt oak in each other's settlements. You think the magic put in the burnt oak unmatched both tribes walked over each other and dissolved their differences with respect and fear for the high elves? From then on, it is a powerful story that we are to hold hands and work together. I didn't mean to, but what I was doing was the same!

It's not strange that there's quite a bit of magic shifting because I did make it in the mood. I don't activate the identification teacher every time, so I didn't check it. Um, it's a mistake, but I can't imagine it coming out so badly. If you try it on, it's fitted during her surgery? Then will I push this one off?

"Mr. Reef, put your face up. If you're not going to do anything to Mr. Dillitt, we're not going to do anything about it."

He just looks up at me and says, "Is it true?" Haven't you slept yesterday? I had a little neighborhood. In the meantime, I discarded the salutation. Let's push it with strength. She walks slowly to the window on her ass like that and opens the curtain that she was closing. The finishing touches are finished after finishing.

"By the way... look at this guy. What do you think of them?

I was prompted to walk over to the window with a foothold that looked a little ghostly. What she saw there!

Ew! Ew! Arghhhhh!

The physical beauty of the wheat was unrivalled by the Beastman opponent on the athletic field outside. The moves that roll out whilst making strange noises like some original are neat and always posing at the end. It was strange because the moving muscles seemed like another creature, but somehow it seemed beautiful. No, no, it's normal, but sometimes it's fun for you to watch.

Mr. Leaf shrugged when he saw the yellow bikini pants ecstatic.

"Wow...... it's huge. Very...... beautiful......................... nice"

His eyes were feverish and his cheeks stained with light red. Since then, my gaze has been nailed and I've forgotten about us.

Urbarao Boroma mestiyaha! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

This time, it was Mr. Ken who asked me to come. The truth is, I wanted to invite everyone except Mr. Morrico, but he was the only one who was free just in the off-duty period. By the way, Mr. Otto's on the sea floor of the dungeon playing with fish, and Mr. Suige says he's going down the river. We're both unarmed and naked. To Mr. Suige, not on a boat, but on a Marutai. It's full of penetration, but it's them, so there's no choice.

And even though he doesn't usually talk, you're only wasted on high tension at times like this. Somehow, I think you're saying, "Look at my body still". I don't know how many words I'm talking about.

Yeah, I was hearing perfectly from Mr. Hirotis about her preference...... it sounds like a muscle fetish. I suppose you prefer the bodybuilding physical beauty of bees rather than fine machos. That's why I hired Mr. Ken. Money can only be spent. Then all the beasts went through a multilateral battle. It is a human saga that wants to get the most out of using it. It is good to know the difference between the muscles of the elves' aquaculture nurtured within a limited range and that of Mr. Ken, a natural product that has always been forged out in the battlefield. Speaking of which, I'm not very muscular...

While staying in the village, I had no choice but to participate in that ritual in order to live with the men of the dark elves. That seemed desperate for a muscle-fetched girlfriend. So I foolishly thought that I would change my mind if I hung my physical beauty in front of him. Don't tell me the second proposal was a force move to fly straight to the woods to talk.

"Ha. Every time I roll out my fist, I have a big chest muscle that I can play with. It's so cute. If I could stroke every single one of my perfectly cracked abs, I'd already get wet with that... Ahhh, I want to be laid on that big gluteus muscle...... Sweat flowing through my swollen femoral muscles every time I bounce around...... Shh... come"

Mr. Leaf, who was sighted with a sweeter sigh, never looked away until the end of his training. And I keep staring with regret at Mr. Ken and the others as they leave the scene after the training. Or covet, covet. As a maiden, I can hear you swallowing your saliva.

Apparently, it went exactly as I thought. Here's another hand at wasting.

"Mr. Reef. Seemed to be in their training landscape for a long time...... do you want to meet and see? If you'd like, I'd like to introduce you and say," Sure! ♪ Ma, yes ♪

I'm getting so close to eating. You're reacting fast, man. I invited Mr. Ken to dinner this evening to spare me that cleanliness. That already seemed fun to Mr. Leaf, who actively talks to Mr. Ken, including gesturing and gesturing, who usually barely speaks.

Everyone was surprised when they heard that they were going out later.

I asked Mr. Ken what the decision-maker was and he said, "I very much love the flat figure without wasting fat," if my translation wasn't wrong. I can't tell you that in person. It's disgusting, isn't it?

And Mr. Leaf, who has completely forgotten his mission. What am I supposed to do in the elves? Isn't that enough? It's like a hive in HE, N, TA, I, and Mr. Hirotis says he doesn't care that much, and it's a chase, chase. It's okay because the purpose was to keep Mr. Dillitt and the others here.