Sanzen no Souru Supina

"So... how deep do we go? Of course we're talking about communication."

That's why Ashley is in the sauna with Ele right now.

Next to the right there is a holy cage hand in a swimsuit: Hands of Glory, naturally, and instead there is a scion stationed with the Holy Sword: Rose Absolute.

On the left, this one is also somehow Athelui, a loving slave costume, in the name of also for postgraduate studies as a telecommunications psychic.

And Ashley, who herself said at the end of being caught up, has now lost his escape altogether in a situation where he left a piece of hipster.

And in front of me, there was still an elephant in a bathing suit that was too blurry.

Her skin was so white that her veins seemed clear, and her beautiful grey silver hair was shaking, although it had become shorter after using it for spells.

I thought that Ashley was in a sauna full of heat and humidity.

On the pretty manuke side.

Ele scoffs at what.

I see it fell to speak, is this.

If we are going to talk historic, Harlem is not only a place for the powerful of time to surround their favorite princesses, but also an institution within which fierce, political strife between the princesses took place.

If we were to talk about a higher dimensional (meta) story, in a situation where the concept of a harem party or something like that would be conscious and linguistic, in any case, it was quite natural for such a scene to emerge sooner or later.

Anyway, it is.

"Oh, my, you need to dress like this, oh, oh, there is?

"It will be decided this way because there is one. Or is that it? Did Omae think I was some kind of exposed maniac, crazy woman who exposed her skin in front of a man for no reason?

"No, I'm not!

I don't know what Ashle feels like when she obviously gets the wrong word.

By and large, does Ele have a neat thinker named Isma?

And yet, isn't it no good, or isn't such a development handsome?

Alternatively, Ele is the owner of a beauty that Ashley is convinced to see and a type of body that makes her wear, albeit slender.

"Ashledau, Omae, what are you hardening?

"I didn't. I'm not stiff."

Ashle desperately closed her legs and had to nag her clenching fist in her knees.

Sion's gaze hurts, and I have no idea why he's even following Mr. Athelui.

The escort mission would be more effective if you wore clothes and were outside.

If you wanted to know how the alien works, you could have given an individual lecture later.

Such an argument swirls in my brain, but I don't actually have the courage to speak of it.

'Cause then, it's like you want to be alone with Ele.

To the turbulence of the situation, even helplessly Ashley is flushed.

Hmmm, and Ele, who armed himself with a confusing ashle on his ass like that, began to explain.

I mean, communication.

"When was it, Ashledau, Omae, my sister: would I have been chewed by Elma?

"Huh?"

"What?"

Two voiced their abrupt remarks.

One, naturally, Ashley.

It was Athelui who felt so shocked.

Meanwhile, there are four sauna officials (?) Among them, only Zion, the only self-proclaimed escort who had not even tried to hide his arms, was silent, staring at Guillaume, and Ashle.

"What, hey, what is that?! Chew, chew, is that it?

"What are you kidding? Aren't we supposed to say chew about kissing in mankind?

I would have taken it, three times.

"It's alien. A spell that fascinates your opponent: Black Lily Insignia. Deepest part of Catel Island: in the backyard, when you engaged me and Elma"

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, and Ashley relieved herself and gave her a long voice.

Yes, I did.

Indeed, Ashle was caught up that night with the curse of charm in a battle against Ele and Elma, two earthspider assassins, and one more step.

Spells: Black Lily Insignia was a terrible alien who succumbed to the other's consciousness and took away his will.

But its strength was also secured by strictly conditioned constraints that were not even exercisable.

In other words, in order to completely fall the other person's mind, the surgeon must take away the subject's lips in everything.

By the way, no man said he didn't fall after taking that from Elma three times.

Kaku Ashley also fell for the third time.

I was able to get out of it - for one thing, thanks to the heart I shared with Theon - that is, only because Ashle herself was already stepping one foot off the side of humanity and was replacing herself with the demonic.

"Oh, so, no way, do you do the same thing as I do... is that such an arrogant development?

"Are you stupid, Omae? Then I guess I'll just have to be there. Why don't you know I'm undressing?

"Sorry, I don't know."

If you hit the inference, a more amazing statement is Kita.

Ashle relaxes deeply again.

No, I don't know what this human is talking about.

"So, no, why do I have to take it off, take it?!

It was Athelui who correctly asked Zubari about the core Ashley would have to ask.

Whoa, and for some reason Theon mourns.

Why, I think Ashley.

"At that time, it was clear that Ashledau was not the only one who had withdrawn from the curse of her sister, one of the best surgeons in the family of Betsallion: Elma, from that strong will. Omae now shares the most important part of the flesh, the heart, with His Highness Zion. That's what makes me more resistant to spells."

"Oh, yeah, what?"

"Uhm, no wonder. It may continue to progress and, in time, reach a level no different from that of the Night Devil"

Ha, and Scion breathes.

I don't have to look at you to see that the risky gaze that was pointed at earlier changes quality all at once.

"So well, tonight's procedure shows how much change is happening to Omae's flesh,"

"Test, so?"

"If we invade deep ahead, we won't be able to take the time to do this. First of all, I wanted to keep you on the road."

"I should have kept it before you left. Then."

"Bhakamon. Now this is something that's quite demanding a price. Inside and outside the Closed Corridor, you know the drainage is different digits, right?

"Oh, well. efficiency issues."

Ashley thought what Ele said was best.

The source of the alien energy, the power source that becomes the tractor: The Spindle, somehow the overloads come together in a special different space: the closed corridor, can only operate effectively.

I feel that Ashle has somehow understood the logic from the experience of the fierce battle that has stood so far, but I was losing it tonight.

Well, somehow, there's only one place under this circumstance for a man.

"And, well, I just had to lecture. It's just practice."

Because, as I say, Ele has been matching her skin.

Break your knees and make sure they're creepy.

That, as much as a thought, blows away.

"Oh, yeah, that, what, Nande?!

"Well, Ka Ra, you have to connect the edge (...) between the surgeon and the subject in order to lump the circuit of communication. Anyway, I don't even know what Omae tastes like, do I? Look, get your lips out."

… and Ashley can only recall in fragments what was done ahead.

Don't remind me. A lot of things are wrong.

However, until Ele whispered as she held Ashle's head against those breasts, we haven't forgotten.

"Isma said that her brother was the same about Omae. If so, isn't this the same for me? You deserve to help, and you can have it sweeter. Besides... I am the woman who worked outrageously against her brother and his thinkers. If you want to punish me, Omae has the right to set me free for as long as possible during this expedition."

Thus, Ashle was passed through a circuit for communication of will, sniffing Ele's "spindle", which resembled the scent of a horseradish orchid.

Athelui, who was watching the whole thing, broke in, or somehow embedded a demonic device in his body: Jagri Jagra jumped out of Zion's chest, and a mayhem rolled in, but I'm sorry, I'll give you a break for details.

Anyway, dive into a training ground like that. Ashley's here, right now.

'Hey... hey... are you hearing me, Ashledau? I'll take care of him now. Two heads from the right side, also turning from the left'

For a moment, I was getting into my memory.

Maybe this was also dragged by demonic traits at night.

Ashley returns to me with Ele's voice and pulls the reins.

Fluffiness and mouth revived the taste of mouthfeel, which was plenty crossed out today.

That's enough to keep the circuit running. That's enough to keep Zion and Athelui alive.

The scent of horseradish orchids fell out of my nostrils.

"Roger. Destroy each!

Ashle roared and shook away her sweet memories.

Hold to shelter Athelui in your arms and move to combat manoeuvre.

From here on out, it's a knight's battlefield.