Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Oh, my God, a terrible man. With all this happening, we can't go back. - Poor girl."

How long after, a statue of a naked woman, thought to be an indoor sculpture, uttered words out of the strut that had been embedded.

Hard and muscular - like a whip simmered in sugar - its breast milk, however, also combined beauty as a woman.

"I thought Viola Terno ─ Omae was watching me, and it got more expensive than usual. I just did it because I needed it."

Menace said as Violaterno-Bioreta sideways returns skin texture to the human body.

It is Serra who shivers herself over its thick chest plate and frowns in agony.

"Menace. The aim of Omae is“ the Virgin Mary of the Rebirth, "isn't it? What a little girl."

"If you want to shoot the general, first, there's a saying, shoot the horse, right?

"Is that the horse, this girl? Still dirty to do."

"I guess I can't help but miss Violeta."

"Besides, what an arrogant (good) man. It sucks, but you're right. I love Omae. I am the tool of Omae. It's Omae's flying spear and sword."

"And one of your lovers, right?

If only Violeta had responded to my proposal, I would have calmed down.

Seriously and in a tone that can't be taken as a joke, Menace said.

"Try that, you might lose your ambition from Omae. There is no charm in a man who is satisfied with me. Seek more heights, never tire of fighting."

"I have no idea what Ouga's blood muscle says."

"Beat me down with a single knock, the daughter of the chief of the Ouga, who was also fully armed with the Slater Rim - what does the idealisation of a warrior say?"

At that time, from that moment on, my heart said that flesh, even a drop of its last blood, belonged to Omae.

Smiling glossy as she said so, Violeta crawled her fingers on Serra's spine.

Serra rings like an instrument.

"That was a pretty famous performance."

The veins of Ouga, and so called to Menace, Bioleta, are, as it were, not human beings in the sense prescribed by man.

Battle Race: Ouga, who grew up living on the battlefield, feeling like a fragrance of war dust, drinking blood splashes, and meat from slaughtered enemies. It was the pureblood species.

The Ougas are known as aliens on the battlefield.

Because individuals appear on the battlefield, dressed in heterogeneous bodies, and armor, that no longer seem to be the same species.

So for a long time it has been recognized that they are a species strongly influenced by teratology, chaos.

But actually, no.

They are born looking almost no different than humans.

But they Ouga have an extremely high rate of congenital deficiencies in their flesh.

As if the entire species had a pathogen that should also be called lodging (shuku ah) at the end of selectively multiplying the seeds to more pioneer certain traits, or just bloodlines and thickening the blood too much.

With their sharpened instincts as a battle species and, ironically, their deficiencies as a price, the Ougas are the species that survived their fate by actively modifying their flesh.

The word Violeta uttered: "Slotter Rim" --Not just teasing heavy combat armor.

They are a species that compensate, replace, acquire, and combat their flesh with mechanical equipment.

So none of us have the same flesh as one.

It was, however, a further unknown fact that, as its exceptional common feature, it was beauty beautifully possessed as if it were a doll.

I can't help it.

In addition to the fact that their ecology is barely apparent in the human area, because many individuals discard its appearance in the course of its “assembly”.

But Violeta, among its exceptions, was an even rarer 'auga that leaves beauty behind'.

"Make the devout Ixists so dirty... corrupt and mad. Speaking of which, did you also bring in under the new Pope with the talks during this time?

Violeta, who asks absurdly, is still different from humankind because of its heterogeneous-thinking form.

"Uh, I was trying to do it. That's no good. I can't beat him yet. I was about to be fascinated. Honestly, it sucked. Is this the kind of expression you want? Things are different. That's not your balls. It's probably not human anymore."

"Ho, let Omae say that much. I'm looking forward to working with you."

"Well, I'm begging you. For the time being, I guess not."

"Hurry up alive, Menace. The peak of mankind's ability to fight comes sooner than I thought."

"Ah, I think I'll replace the flesh, too."

Violeta's cheek somehow stained the words Menace joked about.

"That's... that's nice. Let's dance. Put your hands together. Blood Circle Dance (Rondo)."

The voice of a stiff, luscious beauty mesmerized Violeta turned octave high like the girl's.

"Oh, when the time comes, be sure. Even when I screw you, I screw you next to Omae. But that's still a long way off."

That's it, Violeta spreads her fierce grin.

"But if that Omae was hesitant -- and that“ rebirth Virgin ”?

To Violeta's inquiry, it was now Menace's turn to have a fierce grin.

"Oh, yeah. The moment I put my eyes together, I came to my spine. It's the same, that bucket -- behind the curtains of the Pope's office, your Lord, and monsters of the same kind."

Hey, isn't it?

Menace is imprisoned in a prison of love, like asking for consent, and the princess - her hair falls on Serra's forehead - will be removed.

Oh, and Serra's eyes open as she goes back between the waves of her dreams.

But why do we have to give up our place to the people from the other side of the painting? The struggle between humans should be settled between humans, and I don't know if it's God, but it's Ichiban for those people to leave early. Look, Violeta. I'm gonna flatten them all out. "

It's an omelet for that.

And when Menace wore his head, as he despised his beloved son, Selah shook herself again.

"To take, to ravage, to subdue, and to rule and reign. Can you keep your mouth shut with such pleasure? I'll lay them together and build my kingdom on the corpse."

To that end, I have fought and will continue to fight.

"So, Serra, let Omae fall?

Saying, Menace puffs that brilliant Xcel: 'Temptaire'.

Suck it deep and deep, blocking it from devouring Serra's lips, which tremble so that the roots of her teeth do not fit, that it is a mouth transfer.

"Hot? You're hot, Serra. I feel it too, don't I? You're hot enough to swing right now."

In doing so, Bioletta rises to the same bed as Menace, which moves to a thoughtful finish, enveloping Serra with its brown skin.

"Selah... there's no limit to love. I'll love you until the Omae is broken. It really breaks the contents of your head, huh? Isn't that wonderful? I feel so much. vividly, to be alive. So, you'll love me, too, won't you?

Serra accepts Menace's words whispering so, crying over the harshness of Love, Love's "Hiro".

I turn it over and over again, and it burns in its heart.