I Got a Cheat and Moved to Another World, so I Want to Live as I Like

"Begin!"

With the signal, the battle began between Reaper and his exploding bottom sister.

Explosion Bottom Your sister doesn't seem to intend to take the distance.

On the contrary, he actively moves forward.

It's a possible way to fight because you're confident in your defense.

Reaper embraces the exploding bottom sister from the front and causes the sickle to enter from directly below.

The exploding bottomed sister laughed invincibly and lay her lips firmly on top.

(Your sister's kiss feels good)

An adult kiss.

I remember feeling my tongue sucked and tangled, gobbling up my throat.

It's pretty hard on me when I'm in a life-threatening state.

While in this state, there is a reason not to process it yourself.

"I Don't Console Myself"

Because I imposed it on myself.

There's money, there's time, there's health, and there's a whorehouse like heaven.

It was all gained by moving into this world.

In the meantime, I comfort myself.

(For this world, isn't it rude?)

Because of this favor, I dare not use what was given to me as "please use".

I think it might be the same thing.

That's why I don't handle it.

Immediately after the metastasis, there was no room.

Since I started going to the whorehouse, I no longer need to.

So after the transfer, I haven't done it once.

(It's a big difference every morning from when I pulled it out before I went to work)

I want to continue to remember that, and not lose my gratitude for this world.

That's why I'm staring at the adult kiss of my explosion-bottomed sister and the sickle that comes and goes so hard that I don't touch my own gentleman, eating my teeth so desperately.

"Awesome..."

An old man on the strong side squeaks.

Reaper holds up her blast bottom sister in a position like a station lunch box sale, waving a sickle in luxury.

You look skinny and unhealthy, but you're a big force.

I know. Explosion Bottom Sister is never fat, but not light.

The voluptuous flesh, packed full of attraction as a woman, retains the mass it deserves.

Put that on. Oh, but it's not mild but it's swinging. There is no doubt that more power than it seems, is ready for that flesh.

"Looks like they're crossing each other."

Guild chief says happily.

Explosion Bottom Sister is undergoing a deep kiss. He is turning both legs behind Reaper's back and hanging a lock with his ankle.

Reaper is a well-known athlete, one or blast bottom. Although your sister is the head of Jaanne, she is anonymous worldwide. Even if we're just fighting this far, it's amazing.

The two of them release their mouths while building a bridge of liquid. And from close range, they laughed violently at each other.

(Explosion Bottom Sister, not at all distracted)

Respect that fighting spirit.

Don't be afraid of this world-class World Class opponent. Without it, I wouldn't have been able to climb to the top of the store while I was a part-timer.

(Will you move from standing up to sleeping?)

I realize what Reaper meant.

Reaper poked his knee as he held his explosive bottomed sister like a koala, knocking her body forward. They fold over the mat.

And with various angles, he started stroking.

Definitely, looking for weaknesses.

(That's so much bending. Explosion Bottom Sister is definitely rubbed to the back of the heso)

Imagine the stimulus and get worried.

(... compatible, not bad)

You must have noticed how I was doing. Mr. Cool has whispered.

(She is unaffected by the curvature of the weapon)

Explosion Bottom Sister's abilities are damage averaging. It can also be described as the ability to erase weak parts.

Her euphoria equation does not include a coefficient indicating the curvature of the weapon.

The weakness offense that repetition rubs up a good spot is ineffective for her.

(To me, they're incompatible)

says Mr. Cool.

Indeed, Mr. Cool's specialty is that he has a lot of rotating systems. I guess it's tough to be stirred up by that crooked weapon.

So, I got interested.

If Mr. Cool specializes in rotating systems, Cornell also specializes in rotating systems. I wonder what would happen if the two of them fought.

(Cornell..., is it a skewered whirlwind?

When he heard about it, Mr. Cool only had a small, distorted grin on his mouth.

(I was in a little shape before, so I twisted it)

Hearing that expression, something cold runs on my spine.

I desperately thought of words to dispel that bad feeling.

(Nose? Nose, right? Twist your nose? You broke it?

But in Mr. Cool's next words, the hunch was corroborated.

(In the battle between the rotating bodies, I just twisted and broke the axis)

Mr. Cool's expression remains the same.

Couldn't stand my braking, and so on and so on.

Imagine my groin hurting.

Magic can cure your body, but it doesn't necessarily cure you to the heart. Perhaps Cornell's sealing of the skewered whirlwind is also influencing his battle with Mr. Cool.

In doing so, the game was showing progress.

The explosion bottom-sister went to fight back.

When you stroke the junction with your middle finger and attach it to your fingertips, you take it straight to the behest of the reaper.

And he buried his fingertips as he moved gently to rub them in.

(Exactly, it's your blast bottom sister)

That skillful move stimulates my memory and makes my butt stick.

For a moment, Reaper gives a tongue-in-cheek look and takes it with his fingers, too. And he stretched it to his opponent's discretion.

He's a bad guy, Reaper.

I get myself out of the way. Looks like the guild leader thought the same thing.

The two of us look each other in the eye and nod. The old man on the strong side watched as Pocan.

The exploding bottom sister with her fingers inserted tightly closes her temple with a spinal reflex.

And the spring between the maneuver and the front entrance, in the case of a woman, is connected.

"Ku..."

I heard Reaper's voice, so far.

He has a distressed look on the strong tightness he invited himself.

With this hand at the border, the exploding bottom sister began to advance the game with an advantage.

Reaper keeps poking around the inside trying to find his weakness, but he still can't find it.

Naturally, the lack of weakness is the strength.

Explosion Bottom Your sister is sickle-tight on the reverse

Whenever he stroked, he definitely inflicted more damage than he took.

(If you keep going, it would be the Reapers who make weak noises first)

I think so.

Explosion Bottom Sister also has a dangerous side: big win and great liberation. But that probability is extremely low.

When the jackpot comes, we just have to give it up for bad luck.

I try to get the look on Reaper's face, but unfortunately, I didn't see it from this side.

(But you're a lot calmer)

Looking at the Imperial side participants' seats, ripe beauties are arming themselves, legs even higher, and watching the game.

The look was full of room.

You also seem convinced of the victory of your allies.

(Is there any moves you should see?)

I'll keep an eye out for Reaper so I can identify him.

Shortly afterwards, even from the diagonal back, the mouth of the reaper could be seen crooked.

"Something's coming"

Unexpectedly, my voice leaked.

Mr. Cool hears it and whispers it back.

(It's probably Reaper's decision move, Earthquake)

(Earthquake?!

Mr. Cool nods.

I was about to open my mouth to give an explanation, and Reaper moved.

With a deep prick from the front, stand up on your knees and let your body glance forward wide.

With that in mind, the exploding bottom sister's body bent greatly to the letter Kuno.

The posture is the outfit that is being stabbed from the top.

And Reaper, after bending his knees deep, stepped through the mat he lay on all at once.

And its body jumps into the universe with momentum.

(What!

I forget to breathe and keep watching.

Reaper began to spin heavily all over his body with his sickle deeply pierced.

The sound of the wind turning off echoes around.

The way it looks, it's like,

(... helicopter)

Explosion Bottom With the sickle deeply stabbed in her sister's body, she turned herself into a rotary wing and swirled violently.

Quite the opposite of Cornell's skewered whirlwind.

Skewered whirlwind is a move to spin the opponent, but Reaper is spinning himself.

And the audience trembled at the sudden vibration.

(Earthquake)

I gasp.

By rotating around the opposite sickle, a vibration motor with an eccentric axis appeared on the stage. The weight of Reaper itself is adjusting weight.

Severe and heavy vibrations pass on to the exploding bottom sister, through the mat, stage, floor and shaking the audience seat.

It was exactly the earthquake Earthquake.

I turn my eyes to your sister in the explosion.

The body was exposed to such vibrations that the contours were blurred and visible.

Mr. Cool grips his hands on his knees.

The mature woman in the Imperial Seat stood up, holding her fist, just as she saw it.

(Is this the trump card?)

It was out of my imagination to have a spinning system move.

Sure, the damage this move will do would be awesome. However, the strain on the eccentric axis must also be different digits.

It must have been kept warm for a reason I had to.

(Probably not a long lasting move)

Even a straight axis like Cornell was twisted by Mr. Cool. I don't think the sickle of death is fine.

(Bear with me)

The bearing portion is overflowing with foam.

If that bubble spills out of your sister's mouth, your sister loses.

I can't watch anymore, I combine my hands and meditate my eyes. And prayed.

Even though you have the ability to average damage, if the total amount of damage crosses the limit, that's it.

And Reaper's earthquake, Earth Quake, could have done just that much damage.

Eventually, the cycle of vibration slows down.

(Stopped)

But the proclamation of victory, will not be given to either.

I'm scared, I open my eyes.

And to the scene I saw there, I accidentally leaked a breath of relief.

The explosion-bottomed sister was still alive while taking damage.

(That's a battleship!

I was struck by that appearance.

How reliable.

Having withstood the enemy's full attack, the Supercrossbow Battleship was swirling all the main guns, as if it were our turn next.

Knowing the striking power of the Battleship main gun, its mightiness, Reaper flickered visibly, causing the corner of his mouth to draw.

"Simultaneous fire, full force"

I thought I heard that voice.

Explosion Bottom Sister's entire gun gate begins shelling.

(First bullet, fork "Today"!

What technology, what smell. I tremble at the height of your explosion bottom sister's technique.

The exploding bottom sister, who repeatedly pulled her posture in an instant, had two munchy thighs that pinched the reaper perfectly.

If this happens, I can't run anymore.

Then it goes up and down with far more intensity than the horseback riding machine, sending in shells of counterattack.

Reaper tries to resist, but every time a twisting motion is applied, he is only allowed to groan.

(It's all right. Explosion Bottom Your sister is calm. keep a close eye on the other person's movements)

That's the magic school lady.

Even passionate, it doesn't always break the chilling part. It does not allow a counterattack and sends in a series of ferocious destructive forces.

Reaper's armor was instantly broken.

It further turns the back into rubble.

And finally, a deadly bullet snapped the dragonbone of Reaper's heart, Keel.

The screaming of a blurry, hard to hear man is prolonged.

At the same time, just like the sickle, the Reaper's body turned back.

He is blowing bubbles and peeling white eyes.

"Full ascension!

I scream, I get up.

Reapers were completely crushed and melted.

Memories of that pleasure were carved into the depths of the soul, and it may no longer be a mere reminder of today, but a flashing body.

"Terrible, but reliable"

If I made a mistake, I might have had the same body.

The venue, for too long, is as quiet as water.

I can't hear anything but the whispers raised by the other groups.

"Winner, Kingdom Girl A!

Victory is declared.

At that moment, the venue boiled at once.

I shrug my neck unintentionally, with too much cheer.

"You defeated the Reaper, of course."

The guild chief taught me. The voice is also exciting.

It sounds like the biggest crazy, biggest Venus.

Sure, the voices around me, all of this, were admiring your explosion-bottomed sister.

"Here comes a new heroine."

The strong old man is also increasing his blood pressure so much that blood vessels appear on his forehead.

I got up unexpectedly and started applauding. I couldn't help but admire it.

Is that the hang-up, or the standing ovation begins.

The only thing that doesn't respond is the Empire's backup seat.

The mature woman in the matter does not even try to hide her displeasure, but sits in a chair with Docka, putting her legs up even higher. I can see the triangle.

I was struck by the sense of unity that suddenly appeared on the scene.

In the meantime, Mr. Cool is burning his fighting spirit cold.

"The prize cannot be given away"

Yes, it is in my mouth.

A prize would be a winning prize. I asked the strong old man what it was.

"The prize to the female winner is the right to participate in the ritual of offering purity to God"

I frown unexpectedly. Because I just asked, and I think I figured it out.

Explain it to me for now.

"It's a ritual that takes away the purity of the boy who was brought to the temple, before God."

A ritual in which Shota's first object sprinkles its flowers on the winning female opponent.

There is no reason for Mr. Cool not to be obsessed.

The face behind Mr. Cool is Doctor Slime, the evil organization I head, the Phantom of the Dying Regiment.

The Phantom's name is First Eater (Unicorn), and as that name suggests, it takes life to eat the first thing.

"Mr. Tauro, if you win, you'll have your rights."

The strong old man says with envy.

To the male winner, as well, they say it's a right to participate in a ritual that deprives a girl of her purity.

Mr. Cool is snorting, too.

I look at her like that, I think.

(Don't measure their preferences with your own taste)

Yes, Mr. Cool loves his first product, so he thinks I like it, too.

But I'm not necessarily. My unicorn attributes are thin.

"If you win, the ritual, please"

I whisper and tell the strong old man. I'm going to give in.

The old man on the strong side looks surprised and happy with it. Apparently the unicorn attribute is high.

By the way, the guild leader, he's not interested. Not the dog's tail, but that's what the groin said.