Returning from the tavern to the church, Mr. Farmer welcomed me.

In the meantime, I'll just tell him I'm going to bed today and head to the room I was given.

I can't just sit here without helping the boulders, so I'm gonna have to help you with something tomorrow.

It's a little dusty, but in a bedroom big enough, I finally took a breather.

He was tired of his body, even though he said he had Mr. Puria carry him through the woods and after visiting his grave in the village of Nile.

The drowsiness struck me step by step, but when I noticed the sound of a concon, and a knock on the window, and I glanced at you, Puria, the bird figure, was knocking on the window glass with her mouth.

And I've seen her and remembered her.

I put her in the room.

"Hey, there you are"

"It's cold out there. Excuse me."

That said, she dived into the broomstick and the blanket on the bed and began to warm up.

Is it warm? Oh, my God, it'll catch your blood soon.

"Mr. Puria, would you mind going back to where you were for a moment?

"Yeah? No, it's a pain in the ass."

"Please."

"What... oh, hey, you want to see us naked?

"There's that, too, but apart from that. I almost forgot what was important."

Yeah, and exhale one, and she dives deeper into the blanket.

Where he was completely blind, suddenly the mockingbird and its contents grew in volume.

"Look, this is it. Yeah, do it? I don't think it's that easy to worship our nudity! Why don't you give the skanky guy a free look already?

That's what the stupid harpy with the blanket is soaking up.

He totally forgot what he did at the liquor store.

I don't even see pieces of reflection.

... you can do it, right?

Finally, I can teach you that this look is more soaking than naked in a way, right?

"Mr. Puria, hey, please crawl on all fours"

"Hey, what are you talking about?"

"I don't like it, hurry up"

"Hey, what are you mad at...?

"Well, what? I wonder what you're angry about right now! Did you say that!

"Hih-no."

"I am! I told you! Stop talking in the tavern!

"Ha, ha, no"

"But Mr. Puria! I told you! Speak up!

"That's right, because"

"'Cause it's not! And treat me like a pet! No, that's good. That's fine. I'm a little excited!

"Hehe, hehe, pervert! Abnormal lust!

"Shut up, all men are perverts! Hey, shut up and get your ass out of here!

"Hey, no!

I was forced to grab Mr. Puria's root and put her tummy on my lap sitting in bed.

Put the blanket around her lower body and cover it back over her head.

"Hey, what are you doing, you skank! Etch!"

With a butterfly and a puria that moves my legs out cod on my ass, I'm a little smaller of that, then elastic, slightly reddish-colored out of shame, with tailfeathers and that's also cute again, like I don't want to bury my face accidentally, or I don't know what I'm seeing that shouldn't look like, oh, anyway, stroking her butt around like that.

"In human culture, there are traditional techniques for treating bad kids."

The name, too, is Butt Pen.

Oh, that sounds good.

Swing your right hand around, Patchin, and a blow.

Do it, what is this? This tension is soft and then trying to bounce this shock back a little bit.

I don't mind. It's going to be a habit.

"Yes, it hurts, don't!

"Akan, this feels great. I can't stop. I can't stop!

Pattin, pettin, pattin.

Oh, what is this? This fullness.

I see. I was born to slap Mr. Puria in the butt.

- Nine, get back to your sanity -!

It's okay, Master Tia.

I'll petite you later, too!

It didn't help at all!

- Ya get eight hits!? Who do you think I am, you idiot -!

Hey, you're Ramia, right?

I know. I don't know the range of buttocks, so I'll petite your tits instead.

- Oh, my God. Oh no, I made the wrong choice of contractor -!?

Fifteen minutes later.

After a thick pettine pettine time, I had an unprecedented sense of fullness.

No, I'm glad I was born. Thank you, Mother, for giving birth.

Uh, what's your mother's name... what is it?

Is that it? Oh, yeah, gallon, gallon mother.

I don't like it. I can't believe I forgot my parents' names. It's not your grandpa.

When I regained my mind and looked around, Mr. Puria was sickly crying on the bed and Tia's sobbing was echoing on his head.

I might have overdone it. But I have no regrets.

Besides, I haven't heard from Alice.

Well, look, it's still my first day in town.

It's not the right time to hurry.

... Speaking of Alice, she seems to love Aroma a lot.

I guess I did something wrong.

Well, okay. Fully, if I love you instead of Mr. Aroma from now on.

So why don't you do me a favor, too, Mr. Alice?

... Aroma, you're Aroma.

How can I love her, I wonder.

Since we seem to be close at the corner, let's ask Alice to help us, shall we?

... No, I wonder what everyone in Agusta is doing by now.

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