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We had time for dinner at night, so we decided to go back to the tin room.

When I enter the room, the tin is gobbling in bed.

I can sit in a nearby chair and rest.

There's a pretty girl in bed in a room for two.

That's all, but I'm strangely conscious.

Tin has a good look and style, so once you're conscious, you can't get it out of your head.

I look at the tin in a chill, doing a trick that moves my body a little bit.

I want my face pinched with those thighs.

I want to be beaten with those soft looking tits.

I want my ears hammered with those soft lips.

A craving that was candy in the morning overflows from the inside of my body.

All I could think about was tin and tin.

Every time I see Mr. Tin flickering, the murky level goes up.

Then, my thoughts were conveyed, and the tin jumped up bah.

I've been stuck by surprise, so if I rush off my gaze, I look up at the ceiling somehow.

While I think it's so unnatural, I get deluded by creating an expert-like atmosphere to spot spots on the ceiling.

"If you want to see my body. You just need to see more.

I always see a flicker.

There's a lot of chest to thigh ratio. "

I'm sorry, there's only one verse I can think of.

I'm looking all over at the flicker.

I'm ashamed that you're a pervert because you can't look directly at me.

"I'm not as angry as I was seen.

Plus, I want you to get used to it.

If you want to see it, look closely. "

What a thankful word you have to say.

I would like to take a closer look at it now.

But I've never had a female relationship before, so I can't look straight at it.

How dare you say you have permission from the person?

There are plenty of people in the world who want to take a closer look but can't.

Even Mr. Tin says he's craving it!!

You shouldn't say anything stupid like that to the Beast Man.

Let's start with Mr. Tin and become Mr. Tin's desperate machine.

Because I'm rude to Mr. Tin for thinking both ways.

"I'm sorry, let me worry about something weird.

I'd like to get used to it soon and get a sweet bite from Mr. Tin.

But just thinking about it is going to ruin my heart. "

And yet, I'm sorry I have such an asshole desire to be fucked.

Is Tin really insatiable or did he come out of bed and walk toward me? [M]

Come to my sight as I sit, staring at each other.

I couldn't help but notice how fascinated I was by those eyes.

Then Tin crouched in on the spot and grabbed my hands.

He tangled his hands so as to stroke them slowly and held them together so that his beloved lovers would do each other.

It's commonly known as Lovers Connection.

For my first lover connection, I went through the excitement and my head turned bright white.

Mr. Tin's warmth, felt from both hands, comes from his intertwined hands.

I just held hands, but I'm not in a state where I can control my mind.

Basha, basha, basha.

Basha basha? That's a slightly unusual heartbeat today.

I'm sure Mr. Tin got the sound of his heart coming out of my hand.

Little by little his face smiled and he gave me an innocent smile of "heh heh".

Mr. Tin's smile, seen at close range, is so cute that it cannot be represented by the word cute.

"Very well, heh.

Let's get used to it one by one.

At least..., let's reduce hand sweat. "

Tin told me, I finally realized.

Not a minute after holding hands, there was a massive eruption of hand sweat from both hands.

If I thought the sound of my heart was bashing in, I didn't know it was hand sweating.

My hand sweats are spreading so much that I wonder if I've made a mess of myself on the floor.

Does my hand have a faucet? [M]

I apologize for getting Mr. Tin's beautiful hands dirty with my hand sweat.

I inadvertently wave away the tin's hand.

"I don't hate it about hand sweat.

But let's cut it down by the time I connect with your sister. "

It's not the amount you don't hate.

Because if you sweat your hand so much, everyone pulls it off.

You don't have to be patient with me.

At least you don't use hand sweat for the hidden flavors of your dishes!

Tin started stroking my head to calm me down.

Even though I was confused by hand sweat, my mind calms down at once.

It's like the baby's being ragged and flabbergasted.

I love this kind of inclusive tin.

Mr. Lienbell's nadenade is pleasant, but Mr. Tin's nadenade melts away.

Too comfortable, I fell asleep when I realized it.

When Tin woke me up, it was night time for dinner.

Going to everyone's place, it's like everyone's already sitting and waiting.

Four of the Immortals (Phoenix) know the menu, so they feel like Lunlun early.

Tin also mumbles his nose, sitting in a chair.

My head is full of tin.

Tin's head is full of fried chicken.

Beh, there's nothing sad about it!!

"I was offered a hollow bird by Immortal Birds (Phoenix) today, so dinner will be fried from"

Pussy, pussy, pussy.

Everyone with fried experience is a standing ovation from.

First royalty is confused.

"The soup is pork juice.

And the chef has successfully developed mayonnaise and ketchup.

So we also have a special potato salad. "

Potato salad experience is once again a standing ovation.

"I can eat potato salad in the castle from now on..." said Fiona, impressed.

Of course, the royalty remains confused.

"King, don't eat until you can't move like you did yesterday.

Mr. Fiona, please take a good look at Sarah so she doesn't. "

"Okay."

I can't stand the royals today.

Because I want the tin to take care of it.

Deep-fried and potato salad from the large plate was donned into a style that poked each other with chopsticks.

Put the bread in the middle of the table too, and make the miso juice self-service.

Of course, because I always want to sit beside the tin.

320,000 tofu mentals are on the verge of collapse, even though they just made a lover connection.

I feel a tin holding hands during a meal, and my heart is machine gun from earlier.

That's never gonna happen.

Because I'm obsessed with frying from.

And then try not to look at the tin ones as much as possible.

Because I found out you were looking at me.

Instead, thank you for staying by my side.

I have a pure heart that makes me happy.

Everyone else is thankful for the fries from.

You can thank me for making it a little bit, okay?

I don't know if you're in suspicious mode again, do you?

When the king started eating, the tension was too high and something was wrong.

But I don't care.

"I want to be pork juice when I'm born again," I don't care if I say it.

"I want to sleep with fried chicken from," I don't care if I say.

"Try to cure the crack in your heel with a potato salad," I don't care if you start applying it to your feet.

My head is full of tin.

Whenever a tin eats bread, it drops a pole or

Whenever you eat fried food from, you can pour it off or

Every time I drink pork juice, I drop potatoes......

I end up looking at a flicker.

I just want you to let me tell you because I care.

"Eat some more calm, I'm spilling a lot from earlier."

"No problem. The clothes you're wearing are the ones I owe you at the castle."

I thought it was clothes I'd seen on the street.

It seems less exposed to your clothes and clearer. [M]

Then you can spill it all.

Oh, my God!

I'm starting to realize it thinly, but whatever you do in the castle is fine, right?

I don't have any sign of being cautioned.

I wonder if there are only decent people in this room, the queen.

- An hour later -

After all, the men were eating too much to move.

Sarah's hungry, but she's still trying to eat, and she's got fried chicken in her hand.

The women are gathered to prepare for the sorority.

... Wait! Mr. Fiona, do you promise to look at Sarah for you?

Why is he scorning his sister and throwing a sorority?

Even Sarah would be at a girls' party.

I rush to Sarah's place and make a doctor stop. [M]

I want you to leave it to me because I'm good at persuasion.

"If you eat more, you won't be able to eat cookies."

Sarah gave up immediately and headed toward the sorority.

Well, I end up eating it.

Then he gave me cookies and truffles for the sorority, and I was led to the bath.

He was a petite maid again, so I couldn't help but wonder.

Today is the day when the 'Back Flush Event' could occur.

But I'm full of heads about Mr. Tin right now.

If an event occurs, I'm going to turn it down manly.

- In 30 minutes--

Shit, I'm putting it up again.

Why aren't you coming to flush your back!

When I took a bath with my raised body, the maid was waiting for me with a face that didn't eat anything.

I knew I was sorry I let you wait in vain, but let me show you to your room.

I'll drink coffee milk alone again and think about this evening.

It was a sweet atmosphere before dinner, and it looks like Mr. Tin and I are making progress today.

Rather, I think it would be bad if there was no progress.

'Cause "I hated it with hand sweat," it's like you're saying.

I don't think you'll abandon me, though, only the tin that keeps me leading at all times.

Honestly, I'm counting on it.

The sweet bite is going to come, isn't it?

Will you bite me sweet?

I want to be bitten sweetly.

I want to keep getting bitten until morning.

I was wondering if you could bite me sweet while I connect with my lover.

- An hour later -

Why hasn't Tin come?

This would be a so-called, burning technique.

Tin is troublesome because he occasionally uses advanced little demon techniques.

It would be the type of person who wouldn't dare reply to emails immediately and would reply in a hurry and an hour.

You don't have to do that.

If you push, push, push, push, push, push.

I want you to push me down more physically.

At the point where I'm thinking about this, maybe it's food for the little devil technique.

I wonder if you could come quickly......

Gacha

With that in mind, the door opened and the tin just gave me a little face.

Are you finally here?

Shit, I'm so happy.

I feel sorry for myself with my little devil technique.

I'm more excited than usual, and I'm being dodgy sooner.

"I'm sleeping with Fiona and Syrup today"

Batang

Hey, what's up? What happened? What happened?

Is it a pattern called scorching as much as you scorch, and then leaving it to play?

I don't know what that technique is.

How does it work?

I miss you so much......

Oh, what? Are you sure this is it?

I guess my hand sweat didn't work.

But the soy sauce that tin loves comes out of the same hand, right?