Chapter 827: Harvest Festival Day 8
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Now, going this far, the new arrivals will be over, and then there will be the female slaves from before this previous award ceremony.
No, there's still Naris or something in brackets called a new collar daughter, but either way, there's going to be four gauntlets here, and they're more than equivalent to ancient cunts in the first place, which is familiar. You wouldn't dare need special treatment.
And the Fennels. The four Elves who live in Polka. My daughter is pretty much in this place, right?
Oh, of course I haven't forgotten Blakecore or Lady Swallow, but the Harvest Festival isn't the kind of event that dares to call them. Absence means absence.
"In the meantime... Almeida said,"
Tess won't have it between her and Naris, and Sharon won't be lonely and awkward because she has some princess temperament to follow nature and people.
Then I wander around the square wondering if Almeida should be the first to take my hand...
The shops and private houses around the square are cleared of indoors and gardens today so that anyone can come in and eat and drink. There are many residents who are not dancing or playing that are normally toasted there.
Peek over there, peek over here.
I know that's what you'll see as soon as you ask Emma or Maia, but that's not emotional enough either.
It's the day we're all floating. Trying to get everything done in the shortest time will be boring.
"Whoa, Gorks. You were here."
"I'm out of time, my hero, Lord Smythson"
"... Are you drunk?
"Ha, just for the record, liquor outside the woods is also my thing of choice"
Super handsome with long dark hair lifting ceramic cups in an upbeat mood.
My face doesn't feel very drunk, but the tone of my voice is higher than usual. The kind that gets drunk so I don't know.
"I really wanted to get something out of the orange too, but I couldn't quite decide what was right for the festival day. Irina told me not to push it, too, and this time I'm going to drop it off."
"Well, I really feel like this. There's nothing we can do about it, and we can get used to each other over time."
"Let me sweeten you to that word. Not at the next festival."
Pour each other's liquor out of a large pot and toast gently.
Especially since I'm not strong. Divide it with more water, much more. You can't still crush it now.
"Sometimes it's hard to be famous. After hundreds of years of polishing martial arts, my father can now recognize me there, too, because I can't stand to gather enough faith like Christie. I can't move hard at times like this."
"Oh...... are there some of those"
The name, or "surrogate for the chief of the family".
The title of clan chief remains with his father, and it is now the orange clan that the Gorks are in charge of external negotiations.
Christy, in the same position, still seems to have pretty much mastered the decision, but Gorks is still not in a position to say anything forceful.
"Do you plan to officially succeed him?
"My father is still six hundred years old, too. If you look at blue voices and purple alma, you'll be too early to retire."
"Six hundred years old..."
Surely Mr. Nancy is like that. That means... you don't even look old yet.
"While I'm alive, it's going to be hard to see a family chief named Gorks."
"I'm afraid so, I guess. My father's well is supposed to be welcome as a flesh parent..."
"I envy you there. Keep Takamitsu alive."
Laughing, just getting a little sentimental.
If my dad lived too, he'd always get in my way on the nussies side of the office... I don't know what he said.
After putting the cup down and watching for a while and walking, I eventually found Almeida as well.
"Hair colors are different again... and even different lengths"
"... the colors have been played by Master Christie. Length is hair."
Musty Almeida had long hair of gold.
The garment is a dress with a slightly celestial clavicle or a bold chest.
But don't look more like Sharon for a moment than Almeida when your long, blonde hair, and the goodness of your samurai-specific posture go hand in hand.
"The Holy Beast sent me a pile of hair 'for the snails'... so they decided to play with me for a short time"
"... did you come that way because they said no meat..."
I don't know because I haven't seen a scene like that before, but probably just as scratches and horns regenerate as much, so does my hair grow moribund when I care about it.
Of all the thin and troubled people in the quadrant, they show off the irregularities.
But it is also true that there is quite a bit of demand, and it is common sense that long beautiful hair cut just by women is bought at a price that is quite good for the right merchant......
Outreach, if I were to get foreign currency with breakcore offering material, it would probably be the most reasonable one.
Corners are going to be too valuable and useful and on the contrary troublesome problems, and if you look directly at the sight of mass-producing meat and bones to sell (even if they are good for us), others are going to be heartbroken.
"But sometimes it might be interesting to be alone because this is what happens."
"... it's a kid's game, bye"
"It sure is. But a festival is such a thing. No songs, no dancing, no treats, nothing left if you abandon it to be childish"
"... that's right"
Almeida dances with me while creating an atmosphere that has somehow persuaded me.
I knew this guy was a good stepper, too.
It's not like there's flashy vibrancy, not to decide on a square side. I just feel the odds of being able to afford and breathe, a step that feels really advanced.
As far as image goes, this is Mr. Deane, but really this guy is top notch when it comes to exercise performance and foot usage. Maybe even get used to dancing in years of service as a knight.
"What do you say? Did you get a little vibe from the Miyagi Ball?
"Oh, that's what it was like?
"... I thought you were supposed to play games. I don't care what you think of it. It's the princess of the house."
"No, it wasn't surprising... let's just shut up and stop playing with ourselves!?
Apparently, the brilliant step itself was a "princess in the palace".
But what's the point of purposefully splitting the word? I mean, what would it have been like if it had been off!?
... Whatever you say it was going to be more and more gudagda was visible, so that's it.
Next Sharon with bright blue hair.
"Why did you turn it blue..."
He said he'd be a little surprised to know how much hair dye he had like that.
"Hehe. I feel like a blue dragon today."
"... oh, exposed"
Sharon's dress, which is a little daring...... hard to describe by the word, exposes her complexion to a large extent from her back, valley, and lower milk to the bottom of the heso to the extent that she barely sees the area, brilliantly bold to the side of her leg and around her lumbar bone.
Are you sure you want me to finish with a sexy word? It feels like he's even gone to the guillout line, but the Blue Dragon does get a little angry because he occasionally pushes the limits of this kind of thing.
No, I think you can be angry, ma'am. It's just not a bit good for education.
But I'm hiding my nipples and groin, so I have to make a safe decision.
"... it's just for today, this kind of thing"
"Of course."
I don't know how to fasten it. I think maybe I'm fastening it because it's magic or something.
Even if it is a wire structure, if it moves a bit, it will definitely look like there is not enough area and support, but somehow I have to think about that because my nipples are properly guarded.
And I can assure you I'm definitely not wearing pants. There's no sign of it at all, even though I can see a little bit of it in the cut of clothes where there has to be no sign of pants.
"... do you dance in this outfit?
"Yes"
How about that? It sounds like so much fun.
Or rather than just the one I'm used to like the other female slaves, Sharon was the type of exposure freak who felt really sexually aroused.
Look around. It's a little out of the square into the side streets, so it's not prominent.
No, Sharon's de awesome. The old men I just noticed are nailed.
Yes, for once...... can I dance, would it be okay?
Dance is not only allowed in the square, but somewhat into the alley to dance.
I mean forgiven, no one can blame you for dancing on your own because it's not permissive in the first place.
That's not even daring enough to dance grandiose in public, it's a hand that a young beginner couple often do...
Well, I can't even bother showing my aunts and stopping them.
"Okay."
♪
I'll take Sharon's hand and start escorting.
Riding on a slightly missing volume of accompaniment, mindful of the gaze that pierces you.
I'm the only one who's uncomfortable when it comes to caring, and Sharon can tell with a tranced look that she's freaking out at the old men's gaze trying to see the gaps in the costumes that run her eyes blood and flip.
"... you know, Sharon"
"... wearing it?
No, I thought maybe it was the type of pussy I don't know. Yeah.
This is nothing. I'm not trying to make an additional appeal to the old man around me to entertain Sharon even more.
But.
"... you can touch it to make sure."
The old men's enthusiasm increased after making a much more demented comment, and I think Sharon probably slightly yipped.
Sharon was able to pull right into the clothes store. We need to get him dressed properly. There's going to be some kind of incident.
And Naris... oh, there he is.
To the extent that I let my regular Naris wear a little feminine accessory and skirt, he hasn't transformed at all. Don't worry.
We don't have to transform because we're all originally cute. All the flying tools are tired.
"Could this be going back from a new slave? Maybe I haven't been skipped in a bit of an order?
"I'm mostly just sort it out with that kind of flow, it's okay because it's not that strict"
Or were you dissatisfied with being flown in order? Isn't she cute?
"And since it's a difficult project to determine whether you're new or ancient, I hope you'll forgive me."
"Aren't you so new!
"The collar is new but the physical relationship is quite good..."
"Wow! How many words do you suddenly say on the go!
"... thanks"
"Why are you crying!?
I cried a little to Naris' extreme natural discretion. Naris, good boy. That's what matters.
"No... well, yeah. Anyway, as far as I'm concerned, I'm not clearly ranked in collar acquisition order or trust order. It's just that, you know, new kids don't know how to have fun other than dancing with me, and it'd be boring if they missed all the waiting."
"Yes, yes. I kind of get it. I hope so."
Naris leads me as I say it.
"I think we should make a proper policy announcement the day before. If you know what you're going to do, of course, it's easy to wait. Even after that, some of my daughters would have been jerks."
"Best."
If you don't swing by the demands on the women's side and affirm me somewhat, it's no longer a fun harem.
That's true again, but I knew I'd never gone beyond reducing misunderstandings.
"... were you a jerk too?
"... oh, I'm an adult"
That's affirmative, isn't it? You mean you couldn't say yourself without adulthood because there are so many other young kids.
...... hmm. Naris has been cute ever since he started being a female slave and being honest about his right to lean in.
"Ugh... that face is annoying"
"Don't be irrational. You almost gave me back my parrot."
But I do think I look annoyed right now.
And still cute is Naris who keeps staring and dancing at close range.
And when I got here, I thought Tetes...... but I can't find it when I'm kidding around.
I thought I'd circled the blind spot. I was also going to pay attention to the fact that I might be missing out on weird colors and hairstyles...
"... Emma"
"Ha."
Ask Emma, who jumps out of the shadows of nearby stutters, where Tess is. Time pushes me to circle just another.
"If you're Mr. Tetes... to the Baron's Mansion"
"What, the Baron's residence?
In addition to this festival?
... and while I tilt my neck, well, that's the one to fly, so I'll go.
Tess was in Selene's room. He was chatting while holding Elenia as he nicked.
"Tetes.... is the festival good"
"Ah, your husband.... eheheheh"
I'm nicotine.
... What a strange air, I thought Selene and Apple were also nicotine.
Jeanne is not there because Peter is carrying him and accompanying Grandpa Dan to the festival.
Apple says the answer to me with my neck tilted.
"Congratulations...... it's a little early for that too"
"Huh?"
"Maybe I'm pregnant, Mr. Tetes."
(cont 'd)
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Now, going this far, the new arrivals will be over, and then there will be the female slaves from before this previous award ceremony.
No, there's still Naris or something in brackets called a new collar daughter, but either way, there's going to be four gauntlets here, and they're more than equivalent to ancient cunts in the first place, which is familiar. You wouldn't dare need special treatment.
And the Fennels. The four Elves who live in Polka. My daughter is pretty much in this place, right?
Oh, of course I haven't forgotten Blakecore or Lady Swallow, but the Harvest Festival isn't the kind of event that dares to call them. Absence means absence.
"In the meantime... Almeida said,"
Tess won't have it between her and Naris, and Sharon won't be lonely and awkward because she has some princess temperament to follow nature and people.
Then I wander around the square wondering if Almeida should be the first to take my hand...
The shops and private houses around the square are cleared of indoors and gardens today so that anyone can come in and eat and drink. There are many residents who are not dancing or playing that are normally toasted there.
Peek over there, peek over here.
I know that's what you'll see as soon as you ask Emma or Maia, but that's not emotional enough either.
It's the day we're all floating. Trying to get everything done in the shortest time will be boring.
"Whoa, Gorks. You were here."
"I'm out of time, my hero, Lord Smythson"
"... Are you drunk?
"Ha, just for the record, liquor outside the woods is also my thing of choice"
Super handsome with long dark hair lifting ceramic cups in an upbeat mood.
My face doesn't feel very drunk, but the tone of my voice is higher than usual. The kind that gets drunk so I don't know.
"I really wanted to get something out of the orange too, but I couldn't quite decide what was right for the festival day. Irina told me not to push it, too, and this time I'm going to drop it off."
"Well, I really feel like this. There's nothing we can do about it, and we can get used to each other over time."
"Let me sweeten you to that word. Not at the next festival."
Pour each other's liquor out of a large pot and toast gently.
Especially since I'm not strong. Divide it with more water, much more. You can't still crush it now.
"Sometimes it's hard to be famous. After hundreds of years of polishing martial arts, my father can now recognize me there, too, because I can't stand to gather enough faith like Christie. I can't move hard at times like this."
"Oh...... are there some of those"
The name, or "surrogate for the chief of the family".
The title of clan chief remains with his father, and it is now the orange clan that the Gorks are in charge of external negotiations.
Christy, in the same position, still seems to have pretty much mastered the decision, but Gorks is still not in a position to say anything forceful.
"Do you plan to officially succeed him?
"My father is still six hundred years old, too. If you look at blue voices and purple alma, you'll be too early to retire."
"Six hundred years old..."
Surely Mr. Nancy is like that. That means... you don't even look old yet.
"While I'm alive, it's going to be hard to see a family chief named Gorks."
"I'm afraid so, I guess. My father's well is supposed to be welcome as a flesh parent..."
"I envy you there. Keep Takamitsu alive."
Laughing, just getting a little sentimental.
If my dad lived too, he'd always get in my way on the nussies side of the office... I don't know what he said.
After putting the cup down and watching for a while and walking, I eventually found Almeida as well.
"Hair colors are different again... and even different lengths"
"... the colors have been played by Master Christie. Length is hair."
Musty Almeida had long hair of gold.
The garment is a dress with a slightly celestial clavicle or a bold chest.
But don't look more like Sharon for a moment than Almeida when your long, blonde hair, and the goodness of your samurai-specific posture go hand in hand.
"The Holy Beast sent me a pile of hair 'for the snails'... so they decided to play with me for a short time"
"... did you come that way because they said no meat..."
I don't know because I haven't seen a scene like that before, but probably just as scratches and horns regenerate as much, so does my hair grow moribund when I care about it.
Of all the thin and troubled people in the quadrant, they show off the irregularities.
But it is also true that there is quite a bit of demand, and it is common sense that long beautiful hair cut just by women is bought at a price that is quite good for the right merchant......
Outreach, if I were to get foreign currency with breakcore offering material, it would probably be the most reasonable one.
Corners are going to be too valuable and useful and on the contrary troublesome problems, and if you look directly at the sight of mass-producing meat and bones to sell (even if they are good for us), others are going to be heartbroken.
"But sometimes it might be interesting to be alone because this is what happens."
"... it's a kid's game, bye"
"It sure is. But a festival is such a thing. No songs, no dancing, no treats, nothing left if you abandon it to be childish"
"... that's right"
Almeida dances with me while creating an atmosphere that has somehow persuaded me.
I knew this guy was a good stepper, too.
It's not like there's flashy vibrancy, not to decide on a square side. I just feel the odds of being able to afford and breathe, a step that feels really advanced.
As far as image goes, this is Mr. Deane, but really this guy is top notch when it comes to exercise performance and foot usage. Maybe even get used to dancing in years of service as a knight.
"What do you say? Did you get a little vibe from the Miyagi Ball?
"Oh, that's what it was like?
"... I thought you were supposed to play games. I don't care what you think of it. It's the princess of the house."
"No, it wasn't surprising... let's just shut up and stop playing with ourselves!?
Apparently, the brilliant step itself was a "princess in the palace".
But what's the point of purposefully splitting the word? I mean, what would it have been like if it had been off!?
... Whatever you say it was going to be more and more gudagda was visible, so that's it.
Next Sharon with bright blue hair.
"Why did you turn it blue..."
He said he'd be a little surprised to know how much hair dye he had like that.
"Hehe. I feel like a blue dragon today."
"... oh, exposed"
Sharon's dress, which is a little daring...... hard to describe by the word, exposes her complexion to a large extent from her back, valley, and lower milk to the bottom of the heso to the extent that she barely sees the area, brilliantly bold to the side of her leg and around her lumbar bone.
Are you sure you want me to finish with a sexy word? It feels like he's even gone to the guillout line, but the Blue Dragon does get a little angry because he occasionally pushes the limits of this kind of thing.
No, I think you can be angry, ma'am. It's just not a bit good for education.
But I'm hiding my nipples and groin, so I have to make a safe decision.
"... it's just for today, this kind of thing"
"Of course."
I don't know how to fasten it. I think maybe I'm fastening it because it's magic or something.
Even if it is a wire structure, if it moves a bit, it will definitely look like there is not enough area and support, but somehow I have to think about that because my nipples are properly guarded.
And I can assure you I'm definitely not wearing pants. There's no sign of it at all, even though I can see a little bit of it in the cut of clothes where there has to be no sign of pants.
"... do you dance in this outfit?
"Yes"
How about that? It sounds like so much fun.
Or rather than just the one I'm used to like the other female slaves, Sharon was the type of exposure freak who felt really sexually aroused.
Look around. It's a little out of the square into the side streets, so it's not prominent.
No, Sharon's de awesome. The old men I just noticed are nailed.
Yes, for once...... can I dance, would it be okay?
Dance is not only allowed in the square, but somewhat into the alley to dance.
I mean forgiven, no one can blame you for dancing on your own because it's not permissive in the first place.
That's not even daring enough to dance grandiose in public, it's a hand that a young beginner couple often do...
Well, I can't even bother showing my aunts and stopping them.
"Okay."
♪
I'll take Sharon's hand and start escorting.
Riding on a slightly missing volume of accompaniment, mindful of the gaze that pierces you.
I'm the only one who's uncomfortable when it comes to caring, and Sharon can tell with a tranced look that she's freaking out at the old men's gaze trying to see the gaps in the costumes that run her eyes blood and flip.
"... you know, Sharon"
"... wearing it?
No, I thought maybe it was the type of pussy I don't know. Yeah.
This is nothing. I'm not trying to make an additional appeal to the old man around me to entertain Sharon even more.
But.
"... you can touch it to make sure."
The old men's enthusiasm increased after making a much more demented comment, and I think Sharon probably slightly yipped.
Sharon was able to pull right into the clothes store. We need to get him dressed properly. There's going to be some kind of incident.
And Naris... oh, there he is.
To the extent that I let my regular Naris wear a little feminine accessory and skirt, he hasn't transformed at all. Don't worry.
We don't have to transform because we're all originally cute. All the flying tools are tired.
"Could this be going back from a new slave? Maybe I haven't been skipped in a bit of an order?
"I'm mostly just sort it out with that kind of flow, it's okay because it's not that strict"
Or were you dissatisfied with being flown in order? Isn't she cute?
"And since it's a difficult project to determine whether you're new or ancient, I hope you'll forgive me."
"Aren't you so new!
"The collar is new but the physical relationship is quite good..."
"Wow! How many words do you suddenly say on the go!
"... thanks"
"Why are you crying!?
I cried a little to Naris' extreme natural discretion. Naris, good boy. That's what matters.
"No... well, yeah. Anyway, as far as I'm concerned, I'm not clearly ranked in collar acquisition order or trust order. It's just that, you know, new kids don't know how to have fun other than dancing with me, and it'd be boring if they missed all the waiting."
"Yes, yes. I kind of get it. I hope so."
Naris leads me as I say it.
"I think we should make a proper policy announcement the day before. If you know what you're going to do, of course, it's easy to wait. Even after that, some of my daughters would have been jerks."
"Best."
If you don't swing by the demands on the women's side and affirm me somewhat, it's no longer a fun harem.
That's true again, but I knew I'd never gone beyond reducing misunderstandings.
"... were you a jerk too?
"... oh, I'm an adult"
That's affirmative, isn't it? You mean you couldn't say yourself without adulthood because there are so many other young kids.
...... hmm. Naris has been cute ever since he started being a female slave and being honest about his right to lean in.
"Ugh... that face is annoying"
"Don't be irrational. You almost gave me back my parrot."
But I do think I look annoyed right now.
And still cute is Naris who keeps staring and dancing at close range.
And when I got here, I thought Tetes...... but I can't find it when I'm kidding around.
I thought I'd circled the blind spot. I was also going to pay attention to the fact that I might be missing out on weird colors and hairstyles...
"... Emma"
"Ha."
Ask Emma, who jumps out of the shadows of nearby stutters, where Tess is. Time pushes me to circle just another.
"If you're Mr. Tetes... to the Baron's Mansion"
"What, the Baron's residence?
In addition to this festival?
... and while I tilt my neck, well, that's the one to fly, so I'll go.
Tess was in Selene's room. He was chatting while holding Elenia as he nicked.
"Tetes.... is the festival good"
"Ah, your husband.... eheheheh"
I'm nicotine.
... What a strange air, I thought Selene and Apple were also nicotine.
Jeanne is not there because Peter is carrying him and accompanying Grandpa Dan to the festival.
Apple says the answer to me with my neck tilted.
"Congratulations...... it's a little early for that too"
"Huh?"
"Maybe I'm pregnant, Mr. Tetes."
(cont 'd)
Now, going this far, the new arrivals will be over, and then there will be the female slaves from before this previous award ceremony.No, there's still Naris or something in brackets called a new collar daughter, but either way, there's going to be four gauntlets here, and they're more than equivalent to ancient cunts in the first place, which is familiar. You wouldn't dare need special treatment.And the Fennels. The four Elves who live in Polka. My daughter is pretty much in this place, right?Oh, of course I haven't forgotten Blakecore or Lady Swallow, but the Harvest Festival isn't the kind of event that dares to call them. Absence means absence."In the meantime... Almeida said,"Tess won't have it between her and Naris, and Sharon won't be lonely and awkward because she has some princess temperament to follow nature and people.Then I wander around the square wondering if Almeida should be the first to take my hand...The shops and private houses around the square are cleared of indoors and gardens today so that anyone can come in and eat and drink. There are many residents who are not dancing or playing that are normally toasted there.Peek over there, peek over here.I know that's what you'll see as soon as you ask Emma or Maia, but that's not emotional enough either.It's the day we're all floating. Trying to get everything done in the shortest time will be boring."Whoa, Gorks. You were here.""I'm out of time, my hero, Lord Smythson""... Are you drunk? "Ha, just for the record, liquor outside the woods is also my thing of choice"Super handsome with long dark hair lifting ceramic cups in an upbeat mood.My face doesn't feel very drunk, but the tone of my voice is higher than usual. The kind that gets drunk so I don't know."I really wanted to get something out of the orange too, but I couldn't quite decide what was right for the festival day. Irina told me not to push it, too, and this time I'm going to drop it off.""Well, I really feel like this. There's nothing we can do about it, and we can get used to each other over time.""Let me sweeten you to that word. Not at the next festival."Pour each other's liquor out of a large pot and toast gently.Especially since I'm not strong. Divide it with more water, much more. You can't still crush it now."Sometimes it's hard to be famous. After hundreds of years of polishing martial arts, my father can now recognize me there, too, because I can't stand to gather enough faith like Christie. I can't move hard at times like this.""Oh...... are there some of those"The name, or "surrogate for the chief of the family".The title of clan chief remains with his father, and it is now the orange clan that the Gorks are in charge of external negotiations.Christy, in the same position, still seems to have pretty much mastered the decision, but Gorks is still not in a position to say anything forceful."Do you plan to officially succeed him? "My father is still six hundred years old, too. If you look at blue voices and purple alma, you'll be too early to retire.""Six hundred years old..."Surely Mr. Nancy is like that. That means... you don't even look old yet."While I'm alive, it's going to be hard to see a family chief named Gorks.""I'm afraid so, I guess. My father's well is supposed to be welcome as a flesh parent...""I envy you there. Keep Takamitsu alive."Laughing, just getting a little sentimental.If my dad lived too, he'd always get in my way on the nussies side of the office... I don't know what he said.After putting the cup down and watching for a while and walking, I eventually found Almeida as well."Hair colors are different again... and even different lengths""... the colors have been played by Master Christie. Length is hair."Musty Almeida had long hair of gold.The garment is a dress with a slightly celestial clavicle or a bold chest.But don't look more like Sharon for a moment than Almeida when your long, blonde hair, and the goodness of your samurai-specific posture go hand in hand."The Holy Beast sent me a pile of hair 'for the snails'... so they decided to play with me for a short time""... did you come that way because they said no meat..."I don't know because I haven't seen a scene like that before, but probably just as scratches and horns regenerate as much, so does my hair grow moribund when I care about it.Of all the thin and troubled people in the quadrant, they show off the irregularities.But it is also true that there is quite a bit of demand, and it is common sense that long beautiful hair cut just by women is bought at a price that is quite good for the right merchant......Outreach, if I were to get foreign currency with breakcore offering material, it would probably be the most reasonable one.Corners are going to be too valuable and useful and on the contrary troublesome problems, and if you look directly at the sight of mass-producing meat and bones to sell even if they are good for us, others are going to be heartbroken."But sometimes it might be interesting to be alone because this is what happens.""... it's a kid's game, bye""It sure is. But a festival is such a thing. No songs, no dancing, no treats, nothing left if you abandon it to be childish""... that's right"Almeida dances with me while creating an atmosphere that has somehow persuaded me.I knew this guy was a good stepper, too.It's not like there's flashy vibrancy, not to decide on a square side. I just feel the odds of being able to afford and breathe, a step that feels really advanced.As far as image goes, this is Mr. Deane, but really this guy is top notch when it comes to exercise performance and foot usage. Maybe even get used to dancing in years of service as a knight."What do you say? Did you get a little vibe from the Miyagi Ball? "Oh, that's what it was like? "... I thought you were supposed to play games. I don't care what you think of it. It's the princess of the house.""No, it wasn't surprising... let's just shut up and stop playing with ourselves!? Apparently, the brilliant step itself was a "princess in the palace".But what's the point of purposefully splitting the word? I mean, what would it have been like if it had been off!?... Whatever you say it was going to be more and more gudagda was visible, so that's it.Next Sharon with bright blue hair."Why did you turn it blue..."He said he'd be a little surprised to know how much hair dye he had like that."Hehe. I feel like a blue dragon today.""... oh, exposed"Sharon's dress, which is a little daring...... hard to describe by the word, exposes her complexion to a large extent from her back, valley, and lower milk to the bottom of the heso to the extent that she barely sees the area, brilliantly bold to the side of her leg and around her lumbar bone.Are you sure you want me to finish with a sexy word? It feels like he's even gone to the guillout line, but the Blue Dragon does get a little angry because he occasionally pushes the limits of this kind of thing.No, I think you can be angry, ma'am. It's just not a bit good for education.But I'm hiding my nipples and groin, so I have to make a safe decision."... it's just for today, this kind of thing""Of course."I don't know how to fasten it. I think maybe I'm fastening it because it's magic or something.Even if it is a wire structure, if it moves a bit, it will definitely look like there is not enough area and support, but somehow I have to think about that because my nipples are properly guarded.And I can assure you I'm definitely not wearing pants. There's no sign of it at all, even though I can see a little bit of it in the cut of clothes where there has to be no sign of pants."... do you dance in this outfit? "Yes"How about that? It sounds like so much fun.Or rather than just the one I'm used to like the other female slaves, Sharon was the type of exposure freak who felt really sexually aroused.Look around. It's a little out of the square into the side streets, so it's not prominent.No, Sharon's de awesome. The old men I just noticed are nailed.Yes, for once...... can I dance, would it be okay?Dance is not only allowed in the square, but somewhat into the alley to dance.I mean forgiven, no one can blame you for dancing on your own because it's not permissive in the first place.That's not even daring enough to dance grandiose in public, it's a hand that a young beginner couple often do...Well, I can't even bother showing my aunts and stopping them."Okay."I'll take Sharon's hand and start escorting.Riding on a slightly missing volume of accompaniment, mindful of the gaze that pierces you.I'm the only one who's uncomfortable when it comes to caring, and Sharon can tell with a tranced look that she's freaking out at the old men's gaze trying to see the gaps in the costumes that run her eyes blood and flip."... you know, Sharon""... wearing it? No, I thought maybe it was the type of pussy I don't know. Yeah.This is nothing. I'm not trying to make an additional appeal to the old man around me to entertain Sharon even more.But."... you can touch it to make sure."The old men's enthusiasm increased after making a much more demented comment, and I think Sharon probably slightly yipped.Sharon was able to pull right into the clothes store. We need to get him dressed properly. There's going to be some kind of incident.And Naris... oh, there he is.To the extent that I let my regular Naris wear a little feminine accessory and skirt, he hasn't transformed at all. Don't worry.We don't have to transform because we're all originally cute. All the flying tools are tired."Could this be going back from a new slave? Maybe I haven't been skipped in a bit of an order? "I'm mostly just sort it out with that kind of flow, it's okay because it's not that strict"Or were you dissatisfied with being flown in order? Isn't she cute?"And since it's a difficult project to determine whether you're new or ancient, I hope you'll forgive me.""Aren't you so new! "The collar is new but the physical relationship is quite good...""Wow! How many words do you suddenly say on the go! "... thanks""Why are you crying!? I cried a little to Naris' extreme natural discretion. Naris, good boy. That's what matters."No... well, yeah. Anyway, as far as I'm concerned, I'm not clearly ranked in collar acquisition order or trust order. It's just that, you know, new kids don't know how to have fun other than dancing with me, and it'd be boring if they missed all the waiting.""Yes, yes. I kind of get it. I hope so."Naris leads me as I say it."I think we should make a proper policy announcement the day before. If you know what you're going to do, of course, it's easy to wait. Even after that, some of my daughters would have been jerks.""Best."If you don't swing by the demands on the women's side and affirm me somewhat, it's no longer a fun harem.That's true again, but I knew I'd never gone beyond reducing misunderstandings."... were you a jerk too? "... oh, I'm an adult"That's affirmative, isn't it? You mean you couldn't say yourself without adulthood because there are so many other young kids....... hmm. Naris has been cute ever since he started being a female slave and being honest about his right to lean in."Ugh... that face is annoying""Don't be irrational. You almost gave me back my parrot."But I do think I look annoyed right now.And still cute is Naris who keeps staring and dancing at close range.And when I got here, I thought Tetes...... but I can't find it when I'm kidding around.I thought I'd circled the blind spot. I was also going to pay attention to the fact that I might be missing out on weird colors and hairstyles..."... Emma""Ha."Ask Emma, who jumps out of the shadows of nearby stutters, where Tess is. Time pushes me to circle just another."If you're Mr. Tetes... to the Baron's Mansion""What, the Baron's residence? In addition to this festival?... and while I tilt my neck, well, that's the one to fly, so I'll go.Tess was in Selene's room. He was chatting while holding Elenia as he nicked."Tetes.... is the festival good""Ah, your husband.... eheheheh"I'm nicotine.... What a strange air, I thought Selene and Apple were also nicotine.Jeanne is not there because Peter is carrying him and accompanying Grandpa Dan to the festival.Apple says the answer to me with my neck tilted."Congratulations...... it's a little early for that too""Huh?""Maybe I'm pregnant, Mr. Tetes."cont 'd
