episode_0005

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It could be said that the lack of self-awareness makes me crazier. Of course, it’s about Miss Sammy.

As for Miss Olivier, the daughter of the Bosworth family, or Sammy Bosworth, she is a high-ranking minotaur in the Demon King’s army, a Holstein minotaur in particular.

The Minotaurs were a prestigious clan of reliable warriors who stood at the forefront of the Demon King’s army in the war 1,000 years ago and were responsible for the team’s physical strength, and the Holsteins were particularly renowned for their military prowess and reputation because they not only performed battles but also food supplies.

I don’t even know how they did it. I think I understand.

In any case, Miss Sammy, who was born into such a family, was the beneficiary of an aristocratic education from birth. At least out of the three people in room 609, I would say she is the most ladylike.

The force was too strong, so there were some handles and levers that broke the moment they were gripped, but that was a problem of the racial characteristics engraved in the genes and not Miss Sammy’s fault.

He is also extremely timid, so if he accidentally destroys something, he cries and apologizes to those around him. I wonder where his pride as an aristocrat has gone, but the fact that he has a soft heart and strict manners is probably not his weakness.

Anyway, aside from the fact that Miss Sammy was a crybaby, contrary to her first impression, there were times when she acted with the elegance of an aristocrat in every inadvertent action.

“Sammy─ Ugh, rehydration─.”

“Yes, Mr. Edrose!” Miss Sammy brings Zoro, which she had placed in a corner of the room, and sprinkles water on Ms. Edrose, who is melting into the bed.

That pose where you smile peacefully and spread a stream of water with a relaxed gesture… … . This is the exact opposite of when I, a commoner, just brought a bucket and poured it in.

That’s why, when working at a fishmonger, you just have to pay attention to quickly washing away the blood that spills on the floor or the dirt left by the toes of your boots with water. There is no such thing as watering a flower bed gracefully.

In three days, formal registration and new student orientation will begin, and from then on, we will wear the academy’s black cloak over our clothes all year round and say “Are you well?” when greeting each other.

When I imagine myself saying “Are you well?” it still feels a little awkward and funny, but if Sammy says “Are you well?” it’s quite plausible.

“Jamkkeuuu!”

“Kyaaa—! The handle~!! Sorry, I broke the watering can again… … . This is all my fault… … .”

… … Every time I think about it like this, I always come back to my sloppy self and look like a helplessly cute and clumsy fool, so I can’t see the time to update my evaluation… … .

The problem is next. This is where the problem arises with that defenseless and oblivious girl moment.

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About two days ago, as the start of school approached with orientation and the calendar moved to the right and the weather began to warm up, the pajamas of room 609 members began to feel lighter.

I tend to get a little cold… … Since I also have a secret to hide between my crotches, I am still sticking to pajamas with long sleeves and pants, but the other two have changed.

In the case of Ms. Edrose, one might wonder if it is meaningful to consider her attire since her clothes are made by modifying her body in the first place, but recently, when she woke up in the morning, she was observed to be wearing ‘pajamas’ with fluttering frills.

It was originally a pajama type with little decoration, but why did it change? The answer was temperature and humidity.

In the middle of winter, it is dry and easy to lose moisture, which is life-threatening to slimes, so the surface area is minimized, but as the ground thaws and humidity rises, it is said to be imitating a frilly dress with a large surface area to better communicate with the atmosphere.

And what about Miss Sammy?

Miss Sammy was in pajamas a few days ago, and room 609 called itself a pajama trio… … One morning, when I suddenly opened my eyes and put on my glasses, I noticed that Sammy, who was putting nutritional supplements in a flower pot by the window, was dressed differently.

A white bra top that was so tight that it made you wonder if it was possible for her huge breasts to swell like that, and dolphin pants that were slightly cut into her plump thighs.

Earth civilization was also very good at it. You are teaching the invaders of this world something very good.

I could clearly see the slight trace of fat shaking under my outstretched forearm as I was trying to close the dew-covered window frame, bouncing against the rotating side of my chest.

The wrinkles pulled roughly around the armpits of the bra top are crying out for help because they feel like they are suffocating.

And the light body odor that tickles your nose as the sweat from last night seeps out from the crevices of your skin.

Thanks to my constitution of not being able to move for 30 minutes even after I sensed that morning had arrived, I decided hundreds of times in my head that I was “fucked.” If things continued like this, the tent would rise without any movement.

… … Fortunately, that didn’t happen. In the low blood pressure state of the morning, I worked harder than expected, perhaps because there was no blood to send to my dick.

However, the sight of Miss Sammy standing at the head of my bed, clearly exposing the curves of her body, which could be said to be violent, was so powerful just by looking at the shadows moving… … .

Usually, it takes me more than 30 minutes to open my eyes and get one foot out of the blanket, but that day, I felt completely refreshed in just 5 minutes, folded the blanket, and went to brush my teeth.

“Chika chica… … .”

“Chicka chica chica.”

“… … ? Why does Miss Edrose brush her teeth?”

“Get in the mood.”

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During the short period before admission, new students receive various trainings, including a tour of the grounds, in the name of preparatory education, and return to the dormitory as early as 3 p.m.

When you return to room 609 after talking with Finn for a moment, the moment you open the door, the first thing you see is Miss Edrose, melting into the bed to the point where you wonder if she always does that.

And what I saw across from there was Miss Sammy, lying face down on the bed in the same morning outfit.

“Miss Penny! I read the novel you recommended. It was fun!”

“Oh, that’s right.”

If you let your guard down even for a moment, it will be over. I turned my head towards the wall as quickly as I could, returned to my bed, and opened the book. I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Common sense dictates that shorts should be less revealing than panties. No matter how short it is, like hot pants, it is normal for more body surface to be covered, even compared to panties such as drawstrings or trunks.

Dolphin pants are a crazy outfit that defies common sense. Although she is clearly wearing clothes, it is vividly depicted how soft the curves of the convex fat on both buttocks are and how deep the hip bones are.

You can tickle the deepest part of the valley with just two fingers… … It creates such confidence.

” After 《Medusa Bamson》, I can read 《Medusa Bamson Returns》, right? I found it at the library, so I borrowed it.” Miss Sammy spoke to me without any suspicion as I was in agony.

“Yes, but… … There will be quite a bit of content in Returns that you will only understand after reading the next work.”

So, if you lie down wearing those clothes, it’s no different from sticking out your cervix. Compared to Chanel No. 5, I can’t even tell which one is more exposed.

… … It’s a relief to think that you’re wearing panties underneath. Look, like that… … .

… … Huh?

“… … Sigh, wow… … !”

“Uh, why… … Why are you doing that?”

Letting down one’s guard at the last moment was a defeat.

Underneath the short dolphin pants, the area that was supposed to be covered by the panties was exposed without being covered at all. The third ridge, or rather the second ridge, descends into the sticky valley.

This area, the inside of the panties, forces everyone but Olivia Bosworth herself to do some infinite repetitive work with her dominant hand.

The moment you set your eyes on the area even for a moment, your brain goes into hitomi mode and you cannot do anything, and if this state continues even for a little while, you will become a person with permanent brain damage.

Fortunately, exposure to that area lasted less than 0.2 seconds. I silently chanted the national anthems of every country I knew in the world and urgently prepared myself.

Discomfort… … ! Could it be that Miss Sammy was a no-panties fan? I go back to Sammy’s memory a few days ago when she was organizing her closet.

Yes, all of Sammy’s underwear were small… … ! I thought, ‘Why on earth?!’, but when I thought about it, it seemed like minotaurs were often wearing studded wrestling pants.

The same applies to the innocent and sweet Miss Sammy. As a traditional attire unique to the tribe… … .

And those worryingly small panties and dolphin pants were finally starting to create the synergy I was worried about.

I pressed down my cock that was starting to swell under my pumpkin panties with my hand, and folded the blanket into two layers and covered my knees.

Fortunately, the naive Miss Sammy and the indifferent Miss Edrose do not suspect me at all.

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If Finn went on a rampage because of my adolescent delusions, Sammy was a much worse story as she was like a living lump of flesh shaking by her bedside every morning.

But that doesn’t mean you can ask, ‘Miss Sammy, every time you shake like that in the morning, I feel like my dick is going to explode, it’s driving me crazy, so can you please refrain from doing that?’

The bulging buttocks under the back of the dolphin pants, exposed under the hem of the dolphin pants, made me want to hold on to them because it was nice just once, and I didn’t want to have to pinch them.

Then, after inserting the blade of my hand between my buttocks and pinching it, I smelled the sweat that had formed and used that hand… … no no! What are you thinking! Miss Sammy is your roommate!

Living with a timid girl with huge breasts and pink jelly, I feel like I’m slowly going crazy.

I felt my heart begin to beat rapidly and radiate blood flow throughout my body, and I quickly got out of bed. It won’t work. Morning masturbation decision.

Of course, you should not use your friend as a girlfriend, so it is necessary to evoke sexual desire as an imaginary object.

There are things I have prepared for times like this. My special collection of sensual novels that I have put together to keep the castle walls healthy, among them, “Waxed by My Sister R” is by far the best.

It is truly wholesome, literary excellence, and erotic literature made up entirely of fetishes that can be proudly revealed to the whole family.

I wrapped the limited special edition with the author’s autograph in a book cover, put it in, and left the room, looking around as if I was going to steal it.

In the dormitory where all freshmen move in, the bathroom in the morning is overflowing with a variety of monmusu.

Of course, there is a bathroom in each room, but not only does it overlap with washroom hours, but this may be because many virgins have not yet overcome the psychological barrier of going to the bathroom in the same space.

I go into the innermost corner, sit on the toilet, place a book wrapped in a book cover on my lap, and take a deep breath.

Unlike last time, I can enjoy masturbation leisurely today, so I can sit comfortably and rub it, then get up right before I ejaculate and slowly pour it into the toilet.

Now then, where should we go today? Page 164, ‘The scene where the nine-tailed fox grows into nineteen tails’ would be good.

You put nine tail plugs on the nine-tailed fox, making it an 18-tailed fox, and even equipped it with a penny van. The author is truly a genius of perversion.

I’m already shaking and my dick is bouncing like a pulse. My thumb quickly turns the pages to experience the sensation of climax created with such delicate and dizzying strokes.

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“3rd grade⋯⋯!”

Gangsters on a different level than us.

“3rd graders broke in! A third grader broke in――!”

“Now, this guy is the strongest in 2nd grade, so these are the lyrics? Well, I can’t even move anymore, but come on. Gang Gang Oh─hohohohoho!”

Lil’ Zinc’s cold body, which had turned into honeycomb blood, was dragged by the hands of countless Sons of Beaches and disappeared somewhere before I could even reach it. A week later, a white ceramic container was delivered to my door, and it contained cocaine. I rolled up $1 and inhaled it, but for some reason it tasted like beef bone, which was a strange kind of cocaine.

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what is this? It’s an ordinary school gangster violence story, right?

Something is strange. It’s not something I know. The page may be wrong, but the character’s name is different in the first place.

His cock protrudes angrily between his knees under the book, throbbing and protesting. You can even see droplets of Cooper liquid forming. I’m so embarrassed that I’m on the verge of collapsing. Just be patient.

I quickly go back to the front and open the inside cover. Bibliographic information refers to the title of the book written on the next page… … .

《Hood Girl School: GO KILL GANG, YO》

You brought it by mistake!

To make matters worse, rather than shrinking, the enraged cock expanded even further, to the point where it could no longer be put into panties. Are you saying that the brain is responsible for everything that has happened like this, so it should be held accountable?

Would it have been better if I had been wearing cargo pants? But now I’m wearing thin pajama pants and pumpkin panties, so I can’t go out without hiding it in my pants.

No matter how I manage to stuff it into my pants, it is constantly giggling and spitting out Cooper fluid as if drooling at the end. It is too risky to go through the hallway like this and go back to the room.

And what will you do when you return? Miss Sammy and Miss Edrose are fine!

I closed my eyes tightly. But even when I close my eyes, it doesn’t feel like they are closed. This is because as soon as the external supply of Ero was stopped, the RTX 4090 in my head started emergency operation.

Hundreds of crappy situations I have encountered since I was born until now pass by like a flash of light. But most of them were things that had faded away, buried in the memories of the helpless ○ school life.

Even if our brains have the best graphics card. It is impossible to have a life-like experience just by imagining things without any clues.

It’s the same way that even if you hear the saying, ‘Think of a red apple in front of your eyes,’ you cannot sense the color red and the scent of the apple.

In my current situation, the number of experiences I can vividly remember and use as a side dish is limited… … .

I felt like I was running low on oxygen, so I took a nervous breath through my dry mouth.

All I have left is nothing but a miserable two-choice decision. Your mind is desperately screaming that you cannot choose either side, but if you think rationally, the answer is already decided.

Will I lose again what I already lost, or will I throw away the one thing that still remains?

I let out a sigh mixed with guilt and held my cock with both hands.

“… … Sorry, Finn… … .”

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh… … !