Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Because of this, it worked. - Why don't you at least take it back?

I grabbed Scion's hand like that, with or without it, and pushed him up on the ride, and Ashle flew Vitrion.

As soon as possible, I wanted to get away from Yuga's castle, whose heart made Ashley sudden.

"What's the matter, man? Change your blood phase. And there has to be an explanation... too strong, right?

In Ashley's behavior, which was not always present, Theon looked back at her face and tried to hear her sincerity.

"Shut up. Bite your tongue."

When Ashle embarrasses Zion small, he claps even more silently as he is.

"Not at all... I don't know why..."

Dropped off on the doorstep of the villa, his temporary residence home, Theon bumped, still dropping off the man he loved to take his horse to the stables.

"Is this about the expulsion?

Scion wondered if Ashley had told him he would still fight with him.

Sometimes it's about Ascaria. Would you have thought that if you were in the main battlefield, there would be some way to reconcile it or open it?

Have you been praised for advancing it to Yuga?

It's possible, Theon thought.

I feel cheeky, unlocking and entering the front door. Pay the snow on your shoes.

The technique of walking on the snow is the art of the devil at night, but because of the "Jagri Jagra", it is not well controlled. My feet are taken by the snow.

Ashley takes half an hour to take care of Vitrion.

That is somehow a courtesy to those who join the battlefield.

If you had so much time, would you be able to do as much as one of the dishes I got today?

You can add the gravy sauce to the dough made with the addition of sushi flour to the shredded potatoes.

Moist imo dough. The texture involves the flavour of meat and the melted sauce of fat, which is eaten as much as it wants.

If the sauce was substituted in last night's simmer, it would be done even at Zion's disposal for four and a half minutes.

"Hehe, fall down upon my arms"

Imagine Ashle tearing up too well and smiling naturally, Theon was struggling badly against a pair of boots he couldn't take off.

and that's when the front door opened.

Theon was surprised. Much earlier than expected. What's the matter with you?

"What's up, man? If you make Vitra crude, you'll be scared later, won't you? That's also a woman (...) Because. I always politely put my hands on it, as usual, is there something like this? Ha-ha, you want me to rush you, you're a bad guy. Isn't it too much to learn how to be tough on Yuga? Ashley, give me some of these boots..."

Theon couldn't speak any more.

Suddenly, he was pushed down.

"Ashley?"

There was no response. It's not crooked. Theon felt Ashle's sincerity in his arms.

"Well, wait, Ashley. Not here, no. In the bedroom...... at least if not in the room"

Reflectively refused, turned away.

Regardless, I didn't seriously refuse it, even for Scion. Theon belongs to Ashley now.

If asked, I was prepared to meet any demands.

It's just that I'm in trouble here.

I thought you'd understand. But with his rough, grabbed head as a conductor, his brain was burned by the emotions of Ashle that poured in.

It was so hot that in an instant my vision disappeared blankly.

Angry, frustrating, and crazy urge to love.

That was jealous.

The resistance of all the snails was trampled with action.

Keeping Sion's dark hair captured with one hand, Ashle summoned "Jagri Jagra", who lurked silently in Sion's body, without any say.

That's such a shock that even Scion has to scream.

Juggli Jagra, aligned to the spine, roughly stimulated the boundary of Zion when it surfaced rapidly.

"Ash...... le?

Scion twists his neck as he forces himself into an impossible posture in an attempt to capture Ashle in a sight that is almost unfavourable with a blow from an emotional influx.

Theon finds a ruthless look on the face of the man he loves there that he has never even seen.

unspoken fright, and understanding ran the spine of Zion. A tingling fear bubbles the neck muscle.

I found out about Ashley.

It's been known to Ashley.

Your relationship with Yuga.

At that moment, the power of resistance fell out of Zion's flesh.

Naturally, I thought. You deserve to be punished. I... suck.

And the understanding of that Scion, the consciousness of sin, the weakening of the resistance caused by it, further fueled Ashle's jealousy.

He reminded Ashley, not the words, that there was something between them that he felt guilty about.

Ashley heard the sound of a bump and a tear in her head.

Ashle violently and brutally alters Zion as he is driven by passion.

Thoroughly, relentlessly, catch up.

Quiet, interrogate.

Shion has no idea how much it's changed.

No, I can remember. I can't forget.

But I can't talk about it.

If someone else found out about something other than Ashley, they made a number of secrets that would have to hurt themselves on the spot.

Since that day, there has been no freedom in Zion's life.

The alterations were made everywhere.

In the front door, in the hallway, in the stairs, in the bathroom, sometimes on fur laid in front of the fireplace, or at the table.

Theon suffered a thorough and merciless invasion and plunder.

Ashle's anger did not know that it would subside, and on the contrary, he blamed Zion for being fierce every day.

However, the way it was revealed was special.

Even, elevated. Using Jagri Jagra.

I don't even tolerate the error of a single hair. With that temper, I was sharpened. as extreme beauty.

That was the revelation of a man named Ashley's violence against Zion.

By giving, not breaking. By polishing it up, not dirty it.

Violent creativity reminds us who it belongs to.

It's an experience that burns out your body and mind.

So even though that's how they catch up to the extreme...... the emotions that come to Theon's mind are a joy.

I thought I could get rid of it.

I thought it was something you couldn't love anymore.

I took it for granted that I was scorned.

It was the other way around.

Loved more intensely than ever before.

Thought.

I even know I'm respected.

It's just that there's intense anger at the same time.

That flows through your own skin and dark hair, causing Scion to suffer burns that you can't heal, no, you don't want to heal.

I couldn't stop crying. Glad to hear it.

If Ashley hadn't thought so much of me, he wouldn't have been Scion this way.

So, like every wow, I swear my love for Ashley, my apology, and my eternity.

Yet sometimes the man who appears in the short range of visitors is Yugadir.

Theon is frightened. It stings. I desperately try to reject it, but the Night Devil's Dream is a complete memory, so I can't alter the past.

That was the result of Zion's consciousness of sin evoking and choosing.

About what, Ashley remembers her anger?

And Theon wakes up calling Yuga's name in Ashle's arms.

That also spearheads Ashley's actions.

Theon has no escape.

Ashley often vacated the house for about two minutes on the fence.

Put the Scion down, he's gone pretentious.

It was a long ride across the Vitrion.

If he wanted to escape, if he wanted to run, then Zion would have been able to run to Yuga.

Or maybe Ashley's behavior was a message for that.

I was in pain.

Ashley couldn't forgive herself.

I knew it. Everything was force majeure.

I had an ashle in a coma and had no other choice for Scion, who was exhausted to the extreme.

There was no other way to take it.

I was helped by the pride of Zion and by the pride of Zion.

I knew it was a good place to get angry about it.

Yet... Shion in front of me makes Ashle uncontrollable the jealousy that swirls through her chest.

I'm sure if the other guy wasn't as man as Yugadir, he wouldn't have suffered so much.

But Yugadir was the undisputed king of brilliant and heroic... more importantly, the top night demon.

That means Yuga and Zion, if you two want, can accompany you to the perpetual robbery, and in the meantime, can even give you children.

In their relationship, Ashley's life is nothing but a bonfire that burns out without waiting for the morning.

Common sense asks which will eventually give Zion a real mix... something he doesn't even have to answer.

Yugadir looked so far ahead and courted Zion.

And the finger, the lip, touched Zion.

Going.

Modified.

─ ─ I poured Dreams along with Love.

Ashley listens to the sound of her own heart.

When Yuga's hand was shaken by Zion, Ashle remembers the feeling of blood boiling back.

I knew it was too convenient an exclusivity desire.

I knew I didn't deserve that.

But I couldn't.

I couldn't help but think of Zion.

I like it.

I'm thinking.

It is already so rooted and fleshy wound that it has been assembled in its own body that it cannot be removed, and it is the (doing) itself.

And Theon himself, he was manifesting his absolute fondness for Ashley on his own.

We knew each other strongly thought of each other.

Yet when Yugadir asked him what Ashle would do with Zion and what Zion was like to Ashle... he was not clearly told.

That is nothing more than proof to the left that Ashle has lived by renouncing the answer.

There is no room for sarcasm.

I'm so weak.

Ashle runs a vitrion in cold wind so that he can whip into the indolent heart that is within him.

Sharpen your mind and ask yourself.

Try to work out.

Shivering, Theon wakes himself up.

To the cold, not. The aftermath of the alteration by Ashle. The scar engraved on my heart hurts.

Ashley is no substitute. It's a long ride.

Fluffy footsteps to the bathroom. Divide the hot water with snow and allow to heat properly.

Get dressed.

Theon noticed.

That there is something more terrifying than being able to turn into an ashle.

It's about getting separated from Ashley.

If, as it were, Ashley hadn't come back, and if she hadn't loved me strong enough to pull me off.

I can't keep my sanity any longer.

Just think, I can't stop trembling at the fears I can't help.

Theon had already realized, completely, that he had become Ashle's captive.

Maybe I'm already completely insane.

I'm sure Ashley would be frightened if she heard.

Neither did I.

I wanted Ashley to be my only king.

And as I prayed, "What if," Shion thinks faintly.

If that's what I was for Ashley myself, maybe it is.

That's how Theon and Ashle walk over, little by little, with each other changing.

Hurt, hurt, but still think of each other.

It must have, in a few days, concentrated and come to fruition as a new relationship.