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

"Uniform store. I'll have all my uniforms. Come on, you too, now, uniform, conquer! Arrive at '.

The time is not even in the evening yet.

(To play, it's a good time)

In the hours that everyone works, only they play.

Tourist privilege, it's just time for bliss.

I'm not a tourist.

I can make money enjoying myself thanks to the magic lent to me by the mysterious Stone Statue.

I earn money with less effort and enjoy women in my spare time.

I'm a little afraid the price is unknown. But the flow of time is amazing, and gradually, especially these days, I have become completely unconcerned.

(It's gonna be)

He died once anyway.

With that in mind, I look up into the sky.

During the winter and spring seasons, the sun was there throwing warm sunshine.

(In Japan, it's the end of the year)

I get knocked into a fire spraying scene and my memory of working without sleep comes back to life.

The sense of accomplishment when it's done is a lovely memory I never want to taste again.

The details are different, and someone from my colleagues will be pushed into similar situations this year.

Take care of yourself.

Don't push it, unfortunately, I can't say.

I pushed open the cheap door, hoping for the health of everyone in the company, and said, "Uniform store. I'll have all my uniforms. Come on, you too, now, uniform, conquer! 'I entered the store.

(Are you there?

Proceed to the lobby and watch the chicks.

There, a tight-faced ponytail girl in a pilot's school uniform sat in an unscrupulous manner.

(was there)

I find what I'm looking for and I'm relieved.

I hadn't confirmed Ponytail's attendance today, so I was a little worried.

Ponytail, who noticed me, was surprised for a moment and made his expression look more and more grumpy.

(Same old)

The same reaction as usual spreads a smiling feeling.

I immediately nominated him and brought him into the room.

It's been a while.

A ponytail sitting on the edge of the bed says in a tone that has no shards of love.

The clothes you're wearing are Olive Drab's neat uniform. They look like tank soldiers, but they're tight skirts down there.

Too kicky, a tight skirt somewhat on the knee is likely to see the triangle in the back in a little while.

(um, uniforms are still good)

I don't answer the question, I look at it standing up.

Next, he poked a knee in the front of the ponytail and watched plenty of the triangle behind the tight skirt.

Ponytail closes his knees tight as if he didn't want to, but that's not what makes him invisible.

You don't hide it with your hands or change the direction of your body because I won't allow it.

Being a guest, my position in this room is remarkably high.

(Thin blue?)

Ponytails seem to have a preference for cold colors.

She is an active student at the School of Pilots and aspires to be a Knights Pilot.

I just said that my grades might reach my dreams in just a few moments, about inside the top.

You have a sense of closeness to a true knight, or you have a focus on melee combat from the front.

And cowardly, cowardly, and even hated the way I fought taking advantage wins with ranged attacks.

(Looks like we'll have fun today)

I'll be happy.

Normally, if a customer is treated unexpectedly as a customer, it makes them feel bad.

But ponytail is special to me.

She's a classmate who once lined up her desk with me.

In a regular practice exam, I defeated her and blocked the way for the Knights to participate in training.

Still, you haven't acknowledged the way I fought, and you haven't broken your defiance.

It is again pleasant to impose such a former classmate in the position of a guest.

That's not a good hobby.

I laugh bitterly. But I can't help it. In fact, it feels good.

By the way, why did Ponytail say, 'Uniform store. I'll have all my uniforms. Come on, you too, now, uniform, conquer!' Are you working part-time in a lower class whorehouse?

It is for debt repayment.

Ponytail used to contribute to a female whorehouse man elf until he tilted his life.

(... Something's different today)

It was me who completely ignored Ponytail's words, but I noticed the anomaly late.

Often, they don't say hello from the other side.

Instead of saying hello, he fronted his attitude that he would not refuse the nomination because of his debt and looked disgusted from the top of the Buddha.

That's what I heard from Ponytail today.

(I didn't come recently, so I wonder if it would be painful to earn less)

So I'm welcoming my first visit in a long time.

It's possible.

Ponytails have hot rolling twigs. The temperature is high, I just put it in and it feels hot and good, it's quite a weapon.

But because of my very poor customer service attitude, I'm the only one with a repeater.

If you don't get a guest, it'll be less than the tears of a golden sparrow you'll get.

It's the Sacred Capital, a heavy horse riding "Heavy Lancer" battle, and I think back to a time when my legs were far away.

(Do you want me to play you a little chip)

Just a little bit, I got sympathy.

(Well, if the service is better than usual, it's conditional)

I am also an E-rank merchant affiliated with the Merchant Alliance, I will not impose. Seek consideration, whether marginal or not.

That's what I learned from the Guild Leader in the Holy City's "The Door to Sin" to respect his opponent.

Besides, Ponytail's "Always" refuses to even talk.

The room for service improvement is wider than the plains where I fought Heavy Lancer on heavy horseback. It shouldn't be difficult.

I jumped straight into the front to let the ponytail sit upright on the bed and indulge in the knee pillow.

"You don't know, do you? Tell me."

To that word, I return a raw reply.

Rarely, such as talking from the other side. That's all that makes me think the service is improving significantly.

But now I'm not.

The posture is shaped on the knee of a ponytail sitting in front of you with your face on a depression.

In that condition, I am unbuttoning my white shirt from the bottom with my hands inserted from the hem of the jacket.

Take a deep breath and unbutton it without seeing it, just the feel of your fingertips. Honestly, I can't afford it.

After a bad fight, I finally succeed in removing multiple buttons on the underside of my white shirt. Between my white shirt and my skin, I slipped my hands in.

(warm)

Both hands are wrapped in the high body temperature of the ponytail.

Reach out further and now insert it between your bra and skin.

(warm, and soft)

Grab raw in both palms and wrap. Feels comfortable with stiff softness, felt in the center of the palm.

Rub slowly to taste a little.

(Um, that's Ponytail. well trained)

The body of the teenager, which is indispensable for workout, is not only soft but also tense.

This rub response is hard to taste.

"Tell me, you're telling me!

Ponytail grabbed both my wrists and began to use his strength to pull them out.

"... what?

I'm in the middle of having fun, but he's an innocent guy.

"You took part in the Heavy Lancer crusade."

I don't answer.

Silence adds a critical grip to my wrist, so I can't help but reply.

Rub with both hands strongly.

With the meaning of Jesus.

Ugh groans, ponytails make your body tense for a moment.

"Answer me! I can't hear you!

Another strong rub.

Now I think I know the ponytail. He asks as he frowns thinly and shapely.

"Are you gonna answer that?

Jesus.

Ponytail got my powerful grip and came to my wrist to endure. It hurts a little.

"So, what about no?

Now two rubs hard.

Ponytail turns and groans.

"... again, start the crap"

I seem to have noticed that there is a compromise around here.

Ponytail's been hanging out with me a long time. You must have felt like you weren't going to give up any more.

"Did you let him get away with it?

But I'm not allowed to answer that question.

Neither Jesus nor No could express their will, and I pinched the protrusion between my fingers with strength and weakness.

I seem to understand that that attitude is an unanswerable question. The protrusion becomes stiff to see.

"Because there's no triumph ceremony going on."

Ponytail speaks bitterly as he distorts one side of his face.

(I see)

I remembered Cornell's words that this crusade for Heavy Lancer was an unprecedented war in recent years.

The Knights are keen to tease their own achievements for less opportunity to fight. Naturally, even when he came out, he had a flashy appearance ceremony.

That's not how we always do the triumph ceremony.

As for the rest, both the country and the Knights remain silent. It would also be natural to question it.

I can't afford it.

Northwest plain, reminds me of the knights who sit there.

(But even for a ponytail, did you let 'em get away with it?)

I haven't even imagined losing. I guess that's all there is to the Knights' fighting power, trust.

We used to listen to our strength every time.

In retrospect, at the Pilot's School, the instructors often spoke of the strength of the Knights.

Did you think I was silent? Ponytail sighs.

"... I knew you would"

"If you want to know, you can satisfy me."

I'll tell Ponytail.

As it were, I could be the source.

Others don't have to know, she's a student at the Pilot's School. If strange rumors spread, they threaten to reach the Knights and the country's ears.

I'd like to take the form of winning a battle here and saying that I haven't notified you of anything.

Ponytail gives a surprised look for a moment. And soon, he lit a challenging light in his eyes.

"I'll do it."

Came on board.

Her advantage is that if you stir it up, it will bite you as soon as possible. As a playmate, it's hard to get.

The ponytail pulls me off sticking to the front of my body and stands up on the bed.

"Come."

With her words, she grabs my shoulders as she sits down and pushes them down on her back on the bed.

And he swallowed it all at once, spanning my hips in a way that opened his legs towards my face.

"Kuah."

I leak a voice like when I dip in a hot bath.

It's still hot and pleasant.

The sensitivity to getting ready with Jesus No boob questions is the same as always.

Of course, the ponytail is swallowed with the underwear on and slightly off.

I've always asked for this, so now that's just the ponytail, I'll act like that from the start.

(It's not something I can forgive, such as taking my uniform off at a uniform store)

It's a firm belief.

So I lean my neck.

(Something seems oddly confident)

I felt uncomfortable with Ponytail's attitude.

Something's different today for always keeping losing on the bed.

"I don't think it's going to stay that way forever."

And the ponytail was on me, half a spin around my weapon on the axis.

(This!

Ponytails are moves I've never seen before.

"The divine game in the meantime, that winner's move. Taste special!

With that said, it spins even half a turn.

Undoubtedly, this is conscious of Mr. Cool's spinning moves.

That's where I recall.

(Magazine coverage, I thought you were here.)

After the victory was decided, from what from the interview, Mr. Cool was surrounded by a lot of press.

I wonder, and I run my gaze into a ponytail bag. Then a familiar color-shaped magazine was peeking at his face about a third of the time.

(Temple of God of Commerce, Special Issue of the Divine Match!

It was released the other day and was placed in the Merchant Guild.

There were articles about Mr. Cool, Lightning, and your blast bottom sister and Reaper, but nothing about me.

To the extent that I lost the third round, I guess not.

That magazine, it seems, is quite widely read. Ponytails were also a mandatory source for teenagers, I would have bought them and read them.

(But be warm)

This way of saying it may have a narrative.

First of all, Ponytail's weapon is hot. I'm still wrapping my weapon at a temperature higher than my body temperature.

And I dare say it because it sounds troublesome to be mistaken, but it's not even loose. I'm just working out young and it looks pretty good.

But I can taste the real Mr. Cool's moves and fight his world-class opponents in a divine match.

In this degree of skill, I have to commend it that way.

(Incense, imitation)

And the level is low.

Every half spin, he's taking an interval while exhaling rough breaths. Rather than spinning, it feels like I said I was shifting direction sixty degrees at a time.

(This is what spinning moves are for)

I grab a ponytail knee and spin all the way around trying to get a break on the way in.

Slowly as it was, but spinning it one time without ever stopping.

For sudden irritation, a ponytail that constricts the wax. I held my skirt down with both hands and raised a loud groan.

Not yet.

But I won't let you rest. Grab your knees like a handle and force them to rotate as they are.

Tilt the shaft bar slightly along the way and appreciate the best part of the ponytail.

And the third circle, the ponytail screamed to explode while the good spot remained perfectly captured, and after he grabbed me hard at the end of the day, he pulsed again and again.

I'll stop spinning and ask with a nigga laugh.

"You scored a goal."

"... I didn't"

His face is bright red, his breath is up, his eyes are moist. But you don't seem willing to admit it.

(It has to be this)

The strong resistance is the delicious part of the ponytail.

Let me taste it even better.

"Reverse rotation!

Grab the ponytail knee again and let it turn about two times in the opposite direction this time.

If Ponytail is coming in the guise of Mr. Cool's moves, this one is Cornell's, "Skewered Whirlwind" inspired interception.

Same trick, but I've been practicing every now and then since I saw Skewered Whirlwind.

Completion is not the same as a few days of ponytail imitation.

"Reverse rotation!

I scream again.

"Reverse rotation!

That rotation continued until the spine and abs of the ponytail lost strength and were unable to maintain their posture. Well, only a few times.

Ponytail lying in bed and continually cramping intermittently.

Tears from his eyes, nose juice from his nose, salivation from his mouth, and furthermore, his mouth remains open round, continuing to breathe roughly.

"You've scored a goal."

I shake my head slightly as I ask. They're still going to be strong.

(Excellent!)

That's a ponytail. Skirt.

I filled out the Ponytail Instruction Manual in my heart, "If you stir it up, you'll get more teeth and you'll enjoy it".

"... you know what I call a lightning sword?

Bikun and body tremble at my words whispering in my ear.

The divine game of commerce, the men's ministry winner's move. You can't know that.

"It's the winner's move. Taste it."

Ponytail, turning himself to ear, moved as if trying to escape.

But I don't have the strength in my ankle. Just turn your ass on me like no other.

"Ask her out."

I stick my flule in a hot cunt when I turn my left and right shaky little ass into an eagle with both hands.

"Raytoningu, Sawdu!

Raise your voice and move your hips.

I laughed at the poor quality of the copy.

But for ponytail, it seems this is still too much.

Never before, a screaming voice goes up.

(Are you vulnerable to the brand?

The quality as a move is very low. It wouldn't have gone through as much damage.

But in the peach valley in front of me, when I heard the name "Lightning Sword," I started to spill hot fruit juice even though I hadn't put it in yet.

(Ponytail is also a young girl. I guess there's a sensitive part of the epidemic)

Then we need to entertain where it's become sensitive.

I ignored the ponytail condition and kept waving my hips as much as I wanted, feeling and hipping.

(This is also a good thing about ponytails)

If it is the result of your own challenge, accept it in silence.

So here, even if I'm a little impotent, there's nothing to be angry about.

Around trying to pay off her debts seriously, cleanliness like this samurai, I guess, is her essence.

(Sora, sora)

I keep poking at the ponytail.

One unexpected place after another, the cramps of ponytail never stop.

He continued to enjoy the screaming and hot feeling as he grabbed his shaped, tighter ass with both hands.

An hour later, completely satisfied, I take a shower myself and get myself together.

Ponytail remains lying down in bed, half-white-eyed eyes missing focus, saying "uh," or "uh-huh."

Of course the battle is my win.

If you're a ponytail, you can't use me as a source.

(Welcome)

I put a chip on her pillow.

Quite a bit more, an amount comparable to the usual three times.

In return for hard play, but not just that.

(Pay back your debts quickly and devote some time to training your pilot)

I put my mouth in my ear and whisper so.

I don't know how recoverable a knight is, but human resources are greatly lost.

The hurdles to joining the Knights may not back down, but chances will surely increase.

If you're a ponytail class, if you brush your arms, you've got plenty of potential.

This is not an imposition. It's a scholarship that doesn't need to be repaid to assist a former classmate. You could do that.

"Adios asta ruego"

I left the room behind, waving my hand behind me, whining some words that came to my mind.