Ten Sabers Together Can't Save You

figure.

Lots of figures.

Large and small, miniature, various figures.

Those who wear armor, those who wear ordinary clothes, those who only wear underwear, those who wear swimming trunks, and those who wear pajamas.

Build a fit body, wink with one eye closed, blow kisses with pursed lips, make a heart shape on the chest...

This kind of figure is placed everywhere.All over the shelf, on the desk, on the bedside table, on the small table.Dense dense dense dense dense dense...

In addition, there are posters on the wall and pillows on the bed.The stickers on the furniture, mugs, and even some other messy bits and pieces are all peripheral products of Guinevere Pendragon.

That look puts Guinevere apart! ! !Besides, that is! ! !

——Looking at such a room, one can draw a conclusion no matter how correct, no matter how real, and no matter how simple.

That is, the owner of this room is obsessed with himself to a morbid degree.

"Who is it, who is it?"

Guinevell thought about this matter carefully: "Nero? No, this guy doesn't have that hobby.

The white one?No, no, although it is possible for her, she has no place to live. After all, she lives in my house, and her economic conditions do not allow it...

Who on earth is it? "

Guinevere thought about this question carefully, but couldn't figure it out.

But before he came to a conclusion, the other party had already spoken happily:

"Will~"

"..."

Gurneyville froze for a moment, and then showed a look of disbelief.

"Is... Aunt Medea?"

"Well, well, it's me."

Unexpectedly, sister Medea appeared in a witch-style hooded magic robe that concealed her unusually good figure.

After taking off the hood, she revealed a smile that belonged to an idiot, which was completely different from her usual dignified and virtuous appearance.

The smile dispelled the last of Guinevere's fluke.Just because today, Gurneywell has seen many smiles like this.

He knew exactly what that smile meant.

In other words, the current elder, who is usually very kind to him and likes him very much, has become a female beast controlled by lust.

—No, maybe worse than that.

"..."

Guinevere opened his mouth, wanting to say something to her, but after thinking about it, he still felt that there was no need to speak.

After all, things have developed to this point.

So, now, what's the point of talking about anything else?

Not at all.

Just close your eyes.

Guinevere closed his eyes, thinking in his heart: Since he couldn't resist, that's the only way to go.

It must have been bitten by a bitch.

In life, there will always be something like this.

but……

Even though he said so, Guinevere's mood was still very complicated.Because the other party is an elder I know, and the previous relationship is still very good.

Guinevell never imagined that such a person would collect so many of his own figurines and peripherals, and still have unreasonable thoughts about himself.

In this way, Guinevere's three views almost collapsed.

"Ah, ah. I really can't bear it anymore."

When Gurneyville closed his eyes and said nothing, and decided to remain silent, the girl across from him moaned and smiled happily.

It was almost perfect, with an exquisite appearance like a fairy.

A girl with divine bloodlines, Her Royal Highness and Goddess.

Moaning, panting, wet, she breathed heavily on Guinevere Pendragon.

"I can't take it anymore. Will. I've had a hard time every day, and my heart feels like it's being torn apart. Do you know that feeling? This crush, that feeling that can't be expressed?"

"..."

"Are you angry? You must be very angry. To be secretly liked by an old woman like me must feel disgusting, right?"

Saying this, the girl opposite seemed to be very disappointed, and her pointed ears drooped down.

Guinevell couldn't help it a little bit - it stands to reason that as a knight, he should comfort the other party in this situation.