Kuishinbo Elf

Me wearing goggles and pressing weird buttons and panicking. That overlaps my call to get ready to start the chase game, come on. Oh, my God.

The shoe cream, carried to the removal mouth to calm the mind, entered the trachea, with a grand mussel result.

Such a situation promptly leaves me with a white eye cramping state, which puts all my thoughts across the horizon.

My thoughts are beautiful as I draw stunning parabolas and fly away.

Oh, no, that's a shoe cream to eat! Kamba ~ ku! Shoe cream!

Note that the shoe cream was caught in the air by the staff (Liot) and was delicious.

"Look, what are you doing? It's a game!

"Fukiun!?"

I restarted with screams after taking the relentless flat handed punch of the pull on my back and taking deadly heavy damage. Manage to go with Mussel to the battlefield of the showdown.

And the heart sounds I notice even more now. Why is it that, mixed with the dungeon, pulsating it, there is an unknown sound of pounding cum, penis, more and more, puffiness?

However, what I want to say in common is that you are loud.

"Yes, then, please raise the hobby golem to the ring"

I wonder if it's a leffrey role, a ponytail sister wearing a prefix with the store's name engraved on it has instructed her to lift the hobby golem to the ring, wasting colour.

If you are an adult, do you still have children who are happy with a large open chest?

... I'm here, for sure, about three people in our class.

By shaking my head off the video of the perverted trio, I carefully raise Mussel to the ring.

Don't tell me your hand is pulling on your back because you dropped it here and you can't laugh at the big havoc.

"Ho... it's getting worse."

The mussels on the ring, they are quite riddled. The one-of-a-kind form gathered the children's gaze.

But that gaze was also until the opponent's Hobby Golem rose to the ring.

Golem Master, who will be my opponent, raises the Hobby Golem to the ring. Are you used to it, that hand is not pulling.

"Fukiun!?"

I rang unexpectedly. The hobby golem was overwhelming.

The first kid to unite his entire body in red and pink. There was a hobby golem figure there that seemed to move in all sorts of normal triples already.

"You're the opponent. I'm Shea, as you can see, the Golem Master."

And the opponent was an adult sister. But unfortunately, she was a painful person.

He is wearing red clothes as well as a hobby golem. That's normal. But she was an undisputed pervert wearing a rare helmet and mask, and an oblivious cape and a categorical ornament. Beautiful blonde is ruined already

The only more visible mouth is terribly neat, and the balanced, luscious shape adds an extra degree of perversion.

Whatever, take that extra helmet and mask, Oru!

"It's Shea! Red Shea's back!

"Whoa! This tournament will be rough!

Probably a celebrity. Mixed with children, even adults fell into a state of excitement. That means that the opponents that Mussel and I fight against are quite used to combos.

You can't win like this, can you?

But I don't have backgear implemented. They'll take this foe down and go backwards down Victory Road!

"So, both of you, are you ready?

"No problem."

"It's gonna be okay, too."

"We will now begin the game between Mussel and Eszak. Golem Fight, Lady...... GO!"

Both hobby golems popped up with Leffrey's declaration of the start of the game.

Nevertheless, I seal the roller dash mounted on the mussel. It is obvious that today's manoeuvring technology cannot be controlled.

"Let me see... the performance and doings of that hobby golem"

I feel like I've seen it, and Red Shea doesn't look like she's wearing a goggle. That means either that helmet or mask will have features similar to goggles.

"Fukiyun, that's fast... you mean red isn't Dada"

And I notice. Even though the opponent is armed with an axe and a machine gun, Mussel has a round waist.

Why didn't you let me buy a weapon before the game? I stared at Chirali and Pulu's face. She turns away.

... I'll cry later.

"Phew Phew! I'm gonna have to punch you already! Do it, Mussel!

I push Mussel straight forward. Opponent Eszak has moved forward shaking his body into small pieces.

It is an advanced method of travel with interwoven feints, but I am a novice and the Ultra steering is perfect, so I can't handle it at all and I am not waiting to move forward. That is, the feint is pointless.

"Ho... straight? That's very thoughtful."

No, I just can't act otherwise. Forgive me, Master Mussel!

It's already time for contact, so I'll let Mussel hit him as much as he wants. Apparently, Mussel's bulky fingers can withstand some shock and have no problem using them for attacks.

Well, what if I hit it? This kind of worry.

"That's not how it hits. Sora, fight back!

He flinches and gets a kick out of the fight.

Moment after moment, a tickling flash shined through my back of my brain. Then, even though he had not given the order, Mussel turned his body and tried to avoid Eszak's kick.

The result was to avoid it and get a kick out of it. But not a direct hit.

"Well, I don't think you're just an amateur."

"Mussel, are you okay?!?"

What was that? But I don't have time to think. Eszak set up a machine gun. The aim is mussels, cold sweat running down my spine.

Though a toy, it's a weapon to fight. In some cases, it has been heard by Pruhl that there are few hobby golems that break up in battle and break up with the Golem Master forever.

"This is where it ends!

"Got it!

Also, the flash shined in my head. Jump over reason, theory, etc., and my will passes to Mussel. And I noticed. That my vision is me, not me.

"Have you changed your movements? I see... you too."

"Mussel! Let's do it!

Is this the smell of the battlefield, and the battlefield? That was a familiar smell to me now.

For me, who has exchanged lives many times already, this smell could have been an excitement detonator.

Plus this strange feeling. The oddity of being united with Mussel drives me further into battle.

Now, you should be able to go. Mussel, if you are, anywhere on this horizon.

"It's a roller dash!

"What!?"

Launch the roller dash equipped behind Mussel's feet at Eszak's current. It becomes like an intense stepping in, fleshing into a red fuselage in an instant.

"You can't use machine guns with this!

"Chi, no, no!

Red Shea immediately let go of the machine gun and let the axe, which was equipped on her hips, in her hands.

Because the axe is small and handles well, I can imagine that it focuses on ease of handling rather than emphasis on power.

Well, just because I could imagine, I can't help it.

We can only beat him up this way, Ouru!

Mussel's fist, Eszak's axe bumps into each other. The shock bounced them both off. But contrary to appearance, Mussels, who weigh lightly, were more swept away.

And more importantly, it's out of balance.

"Fuki-yun! Mussel!"

"Opportunity! I got it!

Eszak came forward with an attitude. But choose shoulder tackle without axe.

It strikes straight at Mussel, who was out of balance, and Mussel is blown wide open. Its drop point is outside the ring. It happens to be in my hand.

"Mussel, ring out! Winner, Shea, Eszak!

Eszak's monocular eyes sparkled with Gpawn, telling him who the winner was.

Is Mussel willing to lose or is he trying to get back in the ring despite the decision to lose due to the ring out?

"Phew... sorry. It's getting a little rough."

"Fuki-kun, you don't need pity for battle."

I regret it myself. The remorse of not being able to decorate your first game with victory is much greater than you think.

"You guys seem to have a lot of qualities. If you want to clear up that remorse, come after me. See you in [Grand Golem Masters]"

When Red Shea said so, she left with Eszak in her hand. "That's something you don't want to admit, because of youthfulness the mistake is," he murmured.

"Grand...... Golem Masters......!

This is an obvious provocation. Proclamation that I'm not going to bump you again.

My fighting spirit flames and releases water vapor from every hole. Find out if Onala mixes up.

"Looks like you got eyes on the big guy. It was amazing, actually, on the way."

"Fuki-kun, my head glowed and I became Mussel's point of view."

"... that's... uh-huh. I can't say for sure."

"Is that woman a celebrity more than that?

For idiots who don't read the air, ask the pull with the red shea. Interrupted from thinking, Pruhl answered Liot's question while frowning.

"Her name is [Shea Swissen]. The last Grand Golem Masters champion."

"Seriously, was Elle meaty to the winner?"

I shuddered as soon as I heard that. Forgive me for being such a wretch.

Such a mussel had a tacked torso dull and concave. Will it be fixed by ordinary repairs? I'm worried.

"Good luck with the mussels, too. Hmm, to this extent, I'll fix it for you. I brought you a tool kit."

"Fuki-kun, that'll help."

Be relieved by Pulu's offer. My heel is fine, but I want to refrain from using it because it will be important if it falls right after, as before.

"More than that, how'd it go? The first game."

"Fuki-kun, I regret losing, but I'm not half as exhilarating as that."

I couldn't afford to think about that during the battle. But in retrospect, they were all exciting and mood-enhancing.

It shouldn't hurt to say that I could have entered into one thing purely.

I'll regret it if I lose, I'll be glad if I win. Remembering that simple emotion must have been one of the attractions. That is why Hobby Golem is loved by young and old.

"Mussel, next time, we take victory."

Mussel raised his silent, boneless right arm to heaven. Was it fulfilling his oath?

Thus, my first match with Mussel was engraved with bitter memories of defeat. But it could also be the foundation for us to grow greatly.