Sanzen no Souru Supina

Ele finally raised her voice to the unbearable comfort of piercing her spine and the heat of being burned out.

Let shame grind your teeth. But that's the best I can do.

"That's how the scream of a spirited Omae can't stop loving me."

The torture of earthspiders that harsh the opponent by pleasure.

Dashra, who had exercised his powers to do so, breathed roughly and asked as he dripped sweat from his forehead.

Then, Dajra flashes faster than a whip that is simmered and sweetened with honey as she asks becomes a fragment of light and scatters.

He flirts with "Hiragana", which replaces his pain with pleasure, and once again Ele is turned away.

"Hehe, what's up? It's not tight. Once it falls, is it endless? It's a sloppy body."

Well, is Omae going to do it against me or something? Dajra said to highlight the overlapping years.

"You don't have to use such an idiot. It took me years to change it. That tool - I didn't know I was going to lose Jagri Jagra - did me a total waste. Even so, the Omae and their sisters have already become irrevocably horny flowers."

"Stop, stop, you geez"

"And what's the matter, haven't you even regained your shame? This is fantastic. Remember that day, when the Omae and their sisters behaved as we lost Ibizus. Embrace us in shame and see the falling Omaes. But if you just blame it for decades, you'll get used to it. How much have you played with a disgraced woman, and she won't be punished (...). So the Omaes were liberated. But."

I thought I'd totally broken it... and you got it back from seeing the man you liked, didn't you? Dajra saw a face that found new pleasure.

"The contrast between a fallen body and its shame makes a man crave..."

Kirilli, and once again Ele's dog teeth rang. A murderous glance shoots at the target.

"Omae, the Omaes were fooling me and Elma. Isma did not abandon us sisters. Not to mention I used it. In order to be integrated with you, Ibizus only fell asleep unknowingly in order to make its power entirely his own. That's what I had to do to control the enormous power. That's all that kept me from walking with us. So the suspicions, the hatred that the Omaes breathed, those were the crops, the stories that the Omaes wanted only! You have offered us a future where we don't have to sacrifice the name of a witch anymore!

Ele can roar when she loses the disguised pleasure of nodding her spine.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. This is a treacherous thing."

But I guess that word drew on Dajra's brutal sexuality.

The man took the whip once more, and when he waved, he slapped the floor and rang.

Now throw (chatter) without passing through the anomaly.

Combined with the contrast between pleasure and suffering is the basic theory of higher interrogation and torture techniques.

"Ismagalum--it's not something I learned about the convenience of that little cunning thief. We were betrayed at the same time by two princess witches, we lost“ God ”and we were dishonored. That's the only truth. The clan faded, and with only its rebirth in its breasts, it took every means ready to sip muddy water"

To Dajra's definitive tone, ravaged by flesh, yet Ele resists.

"The blown in of the Omaes - because they swallowed up their words - both me and Elma accepted the joke as their lifelong duty to redeem themselves with the demanding demands of service. From the ear, and by a curse that was added and poured into the whole body, eventually, it grew to kill. It was the Omaes, the spiders, the name of Betsallion, and my brother."

Stupid, Dajra kicks Ele's objection.

"How do you not know that what the Omaes say is the reason for convenient, dreamy women? God's glory, why don't we just walk away without that support?

But Dajra laughed.

"If you want to think so, you just have to hope so all the time. I'm not trying to impress you either. Instead, I'd rather put a bunch of nasty women together."

Forgiveness disappeared from Dajra's blame.

Isma will come.

"We're going out to keep you from doing that."

"The Omaes, you think? Stupid bastard. The other guy is the Arakami: Ibizus, our God himself."

And before such an important matter, Omae is accusing a woman of irresistibility. Ele disputed her temperament, even though she suffered reproach bitterness that would have raised her roots even if she were a skilled assassin, without needing to raise it to an example, such as a regular person.

"Did my brother order Carcasas to do that? There's a bad man who wants a woman to stand in front of him, and he wins every last one of them."

Though severely blamed, Ele tells her temperament. I can desperately control the voices that are going to nod and put in the sharpness of the blade.

"That's why I tour the measures. And if you're going to risk your life, so is Isma. Why can't you see why Ibizus was a witch when he regained his divinity, even temporarily? It is the view of the old doctors that Isma has worn out and is about to be replaced by Ibizas."

Put it in there. Dajra laughs furiously.

"Let's confront the existence that was once our own“ God. "Everyone in the clan is ready when the place to go is a dead place. That's why I leave a mark on a woman this way"

I try to engrave my own mark on the body of the woman I like.

Ele felt a distorted romance from Dajra.

No man is a spider who doesn't fall in love with a princess.

So there was no wonder in itself. The obstinate obsession and blame for Ele could have been that.

But that's how I felt pity at the same time as the disgust that made me nauseous for the sexuality that can only convey love by disparaging them.

It was nestled in the elephant not long ago.

Without such discretion in Ele's chest, Dajra continued.

"And this is for Omae, too, right? If our measures end in failure, it will always be Omae who will be ordered to play the role."

It's too late to curse Isma, says Dajra.

But Ele laughed at the Dajra.

"You idiot. While denying Isma, does Omae not realize that she has already been changed by Isma? Listen, listen carefully. And when we were worshipping Ibizus, who of the men of Bethallion, the earthspider, would take the sacrificed witch away, whether we should know or not? Would you have thought to own it by your own desire to defile it in this way? So, who the hell would have moved it into action?

Yet.

Ele also breathed constantly, but told her to scream.

"Yet, behold, the Omaes are now about to confront a man whose“ God ”is mine. Were you prepared for the old Omae? No. No, no. If that were the case, there would surely have been one of the two witches, one who did not spare himself and who feared divine punishment but had a temper to take it away."

Omae, you liked me, didn't you? You must have fallen in love with my sister, too, huh?

"Can you do for the clan what you couldn't even do for the woman you like? Not to mention, after Isma proves she can even plot“ God, "or... if there's assurance that she can, I can challenge... laughing grass. You hipsters! The Omae's readiness is a flame lit by Isma's actions!

Like sealing Ele's sharp sip, Dajra waved the anomaly once again.

The scream rises.

The flesh that has endured the pain cannot withstand the instantaneous inversion of the senses.

"Even so. I'm losing my back. He was a loser... but if he accomplished the measure and took God's" Him "for me, then Omae couldn't resist me."

I planted my own measures to do so.

Poop, poop, and sweat become waterfalls and descend on Ele's uplifting skin.

Taste the finish carefully, smothering the ele, then Dajra grins lightly.

"Besides, keep your words exactly the same, and tell your brother, Omae, to tell Cal. Omae must know who he most admired. Yet that night, when he gave us Omae and the other sisters down, he didn't join the wheel until the end. I was scared. It's not to blame the Omaes. I wonder if it will strike at the glory of Ibizus."

Cocksucking, Dajra laughed masochistically.

"Why do you think I left a trail (...) on Omae like this? I don't care just because I like Omae. To make sure Omae knows if his unwilling brothers will be excited to see this and if it will erupt."

Dajra's laughter never stops as she wipes her sweat and sleeves through her front open jacket.

"Watch? Omae's brother, I'll hunt him before Carcass gets there."

And let's make the Omae sisters my thing.

Speaking off, I put my hand over Ele's still cramped back.

A summons gate opens and a few small bugs appear.

Ele's eyes open to fear.

Until then, I'll do my job faithfully.

Don't even get a break, that's your brother: Cal's order.

Without even trying to make sure those bugs crawled through Ele's skin and circled in and tried to fulfill their instinctive desires, Dajra turned her back and quit the room.

"If the world is spinning around ideally, there won't be any difficulty. Wouldn't you? Each one of them, if it was like a dream they had painted at a very young age, is disappearing from the world with resentment and all that."

Until now, he has still been tampered with at the hands of his own people - and Omae should know how lucky he is.

Dajra ordered his deputy, who had completely ignored Ele's screams and refrained from outside the room.

"Call the Mukade squad. Departure. Dive into Siddhara. The target is the true knight's maiden. Don't pull it out."

Behind me began an endless scream colored by fear and imposing sensuality.