Grimoire x Reverse ~Reincarnated Demon Romance Tale~

The time period begins in July.

The Imperial College of Higher Studies feels the beginning of summer, and the seasonal folds are the same every day as always.

What climate is this college in the first place?

I wonder why I graduated from April school in March. I thought you had a semi or something.

I don't care about such details.

The head of July the semi rang out. Pool classes are starting in the college.

That's fine. It's easy to understand.

Anyway, the last summer is about to start for the third graders.

The next class was physical education, so straw and bastards gathered in the men's dressing room and dressed for a mesmerizing men's talk.

Do it, the roots are dead. But do it, the scalp is escaping. But do it, you're bald here. One frenzied student, swinging his locker, started rambling.

That's when. properly opened doors. A girl nestled in a hallway. Frozen dressing room.

The girl with round eyes dyed her cheeks a bit and coughed up and said:

"I'll start the class"

"Honestly, tell me you got the wrong dressing room. Fucking lol!!

"The word" person "is made of sticks and sticks that support each other.

"... so!?

"Oh, so... you don't fall, like. Yes."

Seems like the rest would be nice, and a virgin teacher trying to close the door.

"Nothing is good for you. Hey!!

"You mean you can have the rest, you don't have an och attached, you use it in the sense that you're ready for the next one, Digirre. Is the only thing that's intelligent is appearance?

"Why were you stirred up now!? I mean, why are you stirring it up in this stream? You're the one who's making fun of me.

"Digirre-kun, by the way"

Tilt his little neck, the teacher questioned in wonder.

"Why are you naked?

"You've decided because you're changing!!!!"

"Where do you intend to go naked"

"There's no way you're ready in this state. Fucking LOL!!!

Speaking ill, I still figured it would be embarrassing for a boulder to see a teacher naked. Digirekun, eighteen-year-old senior in high school, wearing clothes.

I don't have a lot to do with this guy. dressed in jersey and tried to get him out. But the virgin teacher called it off.

"Ah, Digirre-kun"

"What the fuck!!

"I'm still naked"

"I'm not bald, motherfucker!!!

The Higher Department of Imperial College is still at peace today.

Digirre McLain The front head is still a little suspicious today.

Higher Department of Imperial College! Fourth limit!

If you're also a senior in high school, it's time for more and more people to finish taking credit.

The number of people who don't need to go to school in the first place begins to increase, and the number of seats is noticeable.

"- and I miss you, so you decide to reduce one unit at a time with absences"

You're a tyrant.

In the short home room in the morning, Yatano Hussou Arklite teaching said so with his chest stretched out.

To the pupil Sten, who turns a dazed eye, she adds.

"You're not erasing Dr. Hiiragi one by one, are you?

"I know, but!? There are some of them!?

"I've only seen one... well, aren't there as many instead?

"Hey, you Lori tyrant. Somebody stop it."

Student Sten is positioned in front of the lecture hall due to poor bare lines.

I can say that I treat it like an elementary school student, but I can't do it because my usual behavior is also elementary school.

If he turns around like that, inevitably, he sees a rash all over the class.

"Erogaasparagus there, do something"

"Eroga spalla!?

A stunned white asparagus rises.

And he pointed and yelled at the girl sleeping in the back of the classroom.

"Aren't porn gees from Sten, yeah!?

"Hey idiot, stop it!

"If I'm a porn gay spallah, you're a" Ria Star Paradise "!! If you're all going to die, I think you're going to be a sten!?

Gha-ga. Two noisy people.

Oh, and a teacher who hides his mouth with a fan.

Around the middle of the classroom, I got my hands up tight.

"Yes, Grindle."

"Yatano, what's porn?

The girl froze.

The classroom was also frozen.

Sten blew it out.

Tetsu looked at Grindle and wondered if it had a nani on it.

"Grindle-kun, you, chan-"

"I won't let you tell me, Kola!!

Keep moving.

Some desks dance in the sky. Ababa also dances in the sky.

Yatano Hussou Arklite is very satisfied.

"This is how we all have fun and our days of nothing go on, which is what teachers like best."

"My eyes are rotten, my ass."

Looking at the riots taking place in front of the classroom, Digire McLain put her cheeks on and blurred small.

If you look right next door, a blonde girl sleeping in her eyes will catch you.

I sigh that it is a happy thing in such a noisy situation, but I don't do anything to make it happen.

Instead of things sedating where they happened, it is visible that the result will be oiling the fire. It's like having a button in front of you that says' Never push '.

Clever Digire doesn't leave it to curiosity to activate.

"... hmm? It's so noisy."

But I can't even get to the switch I started on my own.

"Sleep."

"Huh? What? Why?

"Sleep, for now"

"I don't care if they say it like that."

"Go to sleep, forever."

"The sex of someone who wants to wake up when asked to be honest."

Digirre was helpless.

I blink to wake up punchy and take the tapioca milk tea out of the void like a high school girl of today.

Against a chewy tapi girl as she looked around the classroom with her uncut eyelids.

But Digire can't do anything. You can't raise your hand against a woman on a boulder. He is a stiff one wolf bad.

Dodgeball in front of the girl. Leaning her neck towards Digire, who holds her head in the grid, puffing her tapioca, she glances at a desk that flies nice.

Hi. The bad guys were like Elogea Sparra and - the other day, the young man who became his own brother-in-law.

Hmm, I think.

If it's a fight where friendship breaks, the Lori bastard should stop crying.

I guess that teacher is more of a contention than pleasant, as usual.

Erogaasparagus is handled as a toy for being handsome. Now why is my brother-in-law relative to a toy with such an impatient look?

- It's only been a little while since we became a family.

Some delightful routines are different from when I was a bad friend, while others I get weirdly aware of them during the mundane times.

It was a common habit to march to school together if you encountered them on the way to school, that when you get out of the house together, you kind of care about the distance from the idiot walking next door?

The discomfort of having my own room, even though it's a house I've been to many times. I don't hate the signs of fools I feel from the next room, but I even remember some odd exaltation.

The extremes are probably the "home" of fools who have returned well when they are crushing the holidays with inertia. I said "welcome back," as a matter of course, and then I felt kind of weird.

Later I realized that I was gobbling in the living room as Negrije was. He must not care about anything, like the shame of that time.

In retrospect, there has been a strange increase in emptying.

"It" is quite important, though not more or less.

Now, what the hell is such an unconscionable idiot doing crossing parity with erotic gear spallahs?

If I met the toy on an equal footing, you'd be a toy too - it was the moment I listened to the two angers whilst I chuffed the tapioca milk tea, thinking rude things like that.

"My classmate beautiful girl, if you notice, is my sister-in-law and one roof!! Real erotic routine would be supreme eye care!! How many heads of elementary school, Sten, did you have one or two lucky and soccer encounts? That kid style is so good -!! You'll see them in pajamas and cancer!! Yep!?"

"Boo-hoo."

Tapioca refluxed from the esophagus.

"Stop saying whatever you want because you're asleep!! Sexual harassment in front of the public. Oh, and that one. Hey, don't remind me you look like a pyjama or something. Seriously, no, really, that's kind of awesome."

"Seriously, Reaction, why don't you just die, you real porn bastard! It's okay, come on, shut up. Even a pretty girl can imitate how horrible it is to be humiliated by a full devil, Miss Veroche. Ah, I won't stay in this class!!

…… ……

"Oh, hey, you okay, fucking drill?"

To Veroche, who is pulling with a handkerchief in his face, the boulder Digire also helps the ship.

I don't know what kind of topic you're excited about, but if you're going to play, I'm willing to mix it up, and if I try to blush my ears, my topic. Besides - it's a lot more about naked and privacy.

Digirre lowered her brow, saying that the mental damage would also be quite good. Because I have frowns.

"What are they thinking in the classroom, too? I didn't expect you to imitate me by hanging my buddy Veroche on a boulder."

Though. He thought so. "That's surprising," he said.

Where they said this much, would a girl named Veroche Vie Atmosphere, known to Digire, have been hurt this way?

It would look better to visit one or two of the counters while they are more floating.

"… su"

"Am I?"

Rising loosely like a ghost, Veroche stared at the fool as he let his gripping pagoda umbrella tuck away, dying his cheeks in disgrace on his back, but with its thin presence and dim air.

"Eradicate"

"What kind of threatening complaint?"

moment. The heavens and earth in the classroom flipped.

"That makes me look so worn out. Uke."

The girl laughed Kerakera as she flipped the meat on the net with a thong.

"No, it's not. It's a natural mutation. You're too snoring."

"Snoring at a girl... it sounds like she was awake no matter what she thought,"

"Huh!? Seriously!?

"Sounds good either way, though"

"No, it's not good, you know, if you were awake, I really wouldn't be able to go home."

"Doesn't look familiar"

Yes, it looks like the meat was roasted.

That said, she puts a little BBQ on the paper plate where Sten was holding it.

Smoke rising in the sky. This is the rooftop of the college.

In the set where bamboo charcoal rolls, nets are laid, and vegetables and meat are arranged side by side.

Ten and a few of those sights on a wide roof.

An after-school club that seems to have about three times as many people as it does.

"After-school Barbecue Club"

That was the club to which this girl belonged.

No, I might say they let me belong. Specifically, to the fool in front of you.

"I don't know, it's just me and you at this table. Is that all right, Mr. Director?"

"Sounds good. There's no such thing as a crazy former director."

"You look like you're in there."

"Promise."

"Oh yes..."

If I do that to Sten, my gaze will pierce him.

There's something hostile, 'Give me back my chief, motherfucker'.

"And there you go. Looks like I have a lot of money."

"I try?"

As she rolled the roasting meat with pleasure, she - General Manager Beneti looked into Sten's eyes and

"At first, it seemed like it was just two crazy seniors."

"No, I'm your senior, aren't I? Be respectful."

"I don't like it."

"I assure you again!?

After school barbecue club.

It is a club created by my parents abducting a girl who is a barbecuer after Sten, who somehow wanted meat, forced the unit to be his advisor.

Well, that means you can also lose your temper to use respectful language.

This is the place where Grindle occasionally brings in sweet potatoes while Nico, and somehow acts as a hangout for friends, but since the Stens were in third grade, the frequency of taking their feet had decreased dramatically.

Just get together and eat meat.

That's the only fun part, but ”that's it”, so the fences in the world keep your feet away. Exams, for example, are at the forefront of that. It was just last year at dusk that Sten reluctantly handed over the manager's seat to the girl in front of him.

Summer is the season. Three summers.

There should be no time to sell oil or cook meat here.

"But you got more, crew."

"Looks like a lot of people wanted to come in, even if he's an asshole to make it?

"I knew the world wouldn't turn without the assholes to make it."

"Wow Positive Active Spare Reboo"

"Hey, stop bad-mouthing the burger shop."

"Sounds like you"

Ha, and junior laughing with his nose.

On that loving look, Sten strokes his jaw.

It's called the gaze from earlier. These freshmen.

The aim is more than meat. This.

"Sten-kun."

"No, they didn't even call me Senior."

Looking up at the sunny weather and relaxing for a while while while you flaunt the roasted meat.

"One with a girl your age. What does it look like down the roof?

"Then, no, don't. Approximate topic. I'm already hungry."

"So what about the meat?

"Still eating"

"Sounds pompous"

Chew on the thrown meat that looks literally like it. Good. Sauce seems to be homemade in her house.

My father and brother are like cooks, and all the mothers on the job are fun and family barbecuers.

Sounds like a fun routine. Oh, I think it's blurry.

The surprising gaze of the girl next door remains unchanged even as she mourns.

It's a long relationship with her, too, I suppose.

"Hey, you there!! My parents are barbecuers!?

'Oh, well, it seems so...... but? Uh, seniors?

'All right, come on!! We're gonna barbecue!!

"Ha!? Hey, he wants me to let him go...!

"If it's as good as it sounds, don't let it go!

'Then let go!! Hey, hey, let go...... let go Cora!!!!

On the rooftop I was forced to pull, and now I'm going to barbecue the steps.

That's not enough. I can also recall yesterday that I received a ghostly sermon that this is not enough, that the quality of meat is poor.

Since then, it has often become a department activity.

"That was more fun than any other club in this college."

"Oh, that sounds off topic"

"I don't know what you're talking about. I want meat."

"... seems to deceive you. He doesn't seem to like it."

New meat to be laid on the net, early in the arrow.

Still hungry for its fragrant smell, Sten waves his chopsticks willingly.

Daily life that didn't change until a year ago.

But time is cruel, and in six months, this man will have almost no business attending college.

Even if not, all kinds of changes come.

A freshman with a heap of more members. A former general manager who started living with some classmate.

"Director Benetta -!! I'm having a little trouble with the net!

"Yes, yes, what does it look like -?... Wait a minute, Sten."

"Ouch. But you're hot, you."

Benetta smiles and turns to the trouble she seems to have had at the back table.

I could clearly recognize Sten, who was just watching them in his freshman year.

their smile the moment Benetta turned around.

As she tried to walk towards them for a few steps, she turned gently to the sten that had swung from behind her. I laugh like I made a little fool of myself somewhere.

"Doesn't make sense, though."

That's all I'm saying, she runs all the time.

"No, you're too harsh to mean anything"

Applause to the poor freshman.

Whatever it is, it's not your pose. Just saying we're still going to eat. Sten glances at the net - realizing all the meat that should have been there before is gone, and the eyeballs pop out.

"What about my meat!?

"You're not even paying for it, so don't worry about it."

There's one woman there staring at Sten with damp eyes.

Toys and mouths are swelling like squirrels. The killer is him.

"You're out, unit!!

"Who's the unit, who!! If you make him a little sweet, put it up. Already......!!

Pussy.

"... puha-, tart. I'll only praise you for applying for a barbecue on the roof."

"Hey, how many students are you drinking in front of? No teacher."

"Ha? There's meat at the barbecue, and there's no beer patience."

"It's got a similar color on it, so drink the whole thing if it's in your way."

"This tail!!!! Because it's not wheat!!!!

Classical teacher who stirs beer and cheeks meat.

Is that good enough for the Imperial College Department of Higher Studies?

It's a private high school, and if you're not pissed off, I guess you're not caught up in the laws of this world. Maybe.

"So, what can I do for you, alcoholic fox?"

"spicy!! It may be my first ear, but I'm an advisor!!

"Oh, yeah. Heh."

"I bet you made me an advisor!!

"Sounds like either way."

"Say something like Benetta!!

Yeah, already, and the liquor belly fox roared while holding back his head, which was stupid and painful.

"Kind of like an advisor, even if I wanted to give you a ride to discuss your path"

"Ha ha, I'm also very thoughtful"

"You even say thoughtful!? Teacher!? Me, your adviser!!

"Ex, yeah. Ex. Don't ever face a teacher again."

"What character is that!? You don't have to be an advisor anymore. You're a teacher! I would have been in Group B class for 3 years earlier though!! We're dropping units!

"So-so eat your flesh."

"Oh, thanks. I can't help it."

Mocha mocha.

The units of Sten were protected.

Stir up beer and eat meat. The figure of an advisor who enjoyed the barbecue looking delicious from the bottom of his mind was not pleasant from the standpoint of Sten.

That's why I called her in as an advisor.

"The way forward. Do you understand my problem like Dr. Hiiragi...?

"I don't know what's bothering you, but we can talk about the way forward."

"How did you know I was having a problem that didn't matter now!!

"Length of dating."

"... Shit, this is why the advisor"

"Former advisor, right? Could it have been different?

"Shh, they took one. You're the one who did it."

Shithen shook his head small to Hiiragi, who pointed a distorted grin at him.

Actually, I'm just worried about the problem, the way forward.

"As an advisor, I thought I had to ask you."

"Not a former advisor?

"I'm an advisor. This is it."

Squeeze the can of beer, another bottle.

Alcoholic, juicy cheeks. But I also know that Sten is not a drunken woman to this extent.

As an advisor, I didn't understand why I bothered to ask Sten and what I was doing, but there's no point in hiding anything that bothered me about the path.

"No, look at me, that's it. My parents are like newlyweds, right?

"Well, yeah."

"So, you lived together and subtly, you had a sister-in-law that was going to be irrevocable if you let it go?

"Oh, that would be awesome if I took it off."

"Sexual harassment. Well, there's a lot I can do next year. I'm glad they invited us to do something stupid together."

"So well."

After school, with blurry views of the beautiful sunset.

Sten groans with the usual grin of no consignment.

Hiiragi perceived something in its appearance and turned away from the shadow that had returned to him.

Let's get out of this city.

Summer is the season. Three summers.

The story goes on as it creates some sort of blue-and-spring atmosphere.