Chapter 113: Kurosaki Glass Assessment (1)
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"Argh! Billions!"
Fujimoto reaches out.
The whole body trembles. From the fingertips reaching for something, the body starts to twist.
Magical exhaustion.
Snowau summoned by Gangster snatched the magical power beyond its limits and became exhausted.
His body crashed to the ground.
The downpour accepted Fujimoto.
"Hmm...."
Rain laid Fujimoto on the roof. Fujimoto was dying on his own before he even used his hands.
"Argh! Argh! H-alive... alive..."
In a desperate voice he petitioned.
Clear tears poured down my cheeks.
Suzanoo was dying and the price for him was rising.
I twisted my body like I was having a seizure.
My body was dry and my skin was frowning.
He was dying miserably, as soon as he bled on the vampire.
This was not seen in the general appearance of exhaustion of magical power.
"The price of summoning a god seems quite expensive."
The rain looked down at Fujimoto, who was dying with a grave look. Szanoo, a god presumed to be of a different dimension than Earth, Hell.
'I was definitely strong.'
The engagement itself was short.
I didn't show him the power he couldn't handle.
However, considering that Snowau's power was incomplete, he certainly had the power to be called a 'god'.
If he was in a state where he could do his best, he was not convinced that he could win the fight.
"... If the Guyanese system is weakened like this, they will also appear on Earth."
I frowned.
It would be hard to imagine more catastrophes if the gods appeared on Earth with their own power intact.
"... Maybe Demon Church isn't the only problem."
There was enough possibility that more troublesome beings would appear on Earth than demons.
The fundamental solution seems to be to repair the Guyanese system that was damaged by itself.
However, I have yet to find a clue as to how I can recover.
'If there's anything I can do now....'
Rain opened the status window.
"Drinking."
The sentence, 'The second step to becoming a drinker', appeared.
I didn't know how many steps this could take, but it seemed clear that if all the conditions were met, he would become like God.
'The system has never lied to me before.'
I didn't know what the principle was or how it was possible, but I was sure of the reliability of the player system.
'It's a little awkward to have to be a god to stop the gods.'
In any case, it was undeniable that in order to counteract the existence of the unknown, it was necessary to have the strength and strength to do so.
"Shh."
I filled my tongue with dislike. While the answer was not as vague as the recovery of the Guyanese system, it was also unknown what the second stage, the 'Demon', would accomplish.
'Do what you can now.'
The rains twisted and reached the dead body of Fujimoto.
His left eye remained intact, though his body was dry as if it were a mummy.
Rain picked up his left eye egg.
Snowsano's Eye.
It was the name of a piece of equipment with a mythical grade.
"But how did you put this thing on? Did you pull out your eyes and put them in yourself?"
If he did, Fujimoto's will would have been acknowledged.
It's not an easy choice to pull out your own eyes.
Glub.
As I answered that question, the snow in my hand became powder and scattered.
And there was a blue sphere with only a ping-pong ball.
"Oh, that's right."
It didn't seem like I pulled my own eyes out.
Rain brings the blue sphere towards his eyes.
String.
[Equipment already imprinted.]
"I can't use it either."
It was what I was expecting. Rain took Snow Snow into his arms.
What he needs is a mythical grade ingredient that will be in Snow Snow's eyes.
If you use it, you can make equipment with the 'Devil's Creative Technique' characteristic.
'I'll do that later.'
The rain turned around. I kicked my foot lightly, and I flew up into the sky.
'Let's go back.'
In preparing to fuck Fujimoto, Echidno and Hansulah have not met for the past three days.
It was quite lonely being separated from the two people we met every day.
Enough to recall the memory of the solitude I felt in hell.
* * *
Where the group stayed was a 3-star business hotel in Tokyo.
Given the talent of the next generation, Jang Hyun, Department Store, etc., it was a very scarce hotel.
Probably got this cheap hotel on purpose because it was raining in jail.
With the decent idea that he couldn't be comfortable in a luxury hotel while he was in prison.
'It's not that narrow.'
I went into the hotel with a bitter smile. The group that was waiting in the lobby approached urgently.
"Hey! Where have you been?!"
"I came to finish."
"Finish…?"
"Yes. I had to repay you for what I had done."
Rain briefly described sitting in a lobby chair.
I didn't talk about all the truth.
As Cheonyeon knows, Fujimoto Ryomah explained that his identity was a real devil's church.
"So, did you know from the beginning that Fujimoto Ryoma was the Devil's Bridge?"
"No. I knew it the first time I went underground. And when I saw him drive me to Devil's Church with Prime Minister Yamada, I just used my hands."
"... why didn't you tell us?"
"I didn't have time."
"No matter how!"
Boom!
The chauffeur smashed the table as if he was angry.
Rain smiled faintly.
"Calm down."
"Can you calm down?! If it was wrong, you could have been driven to Devil's Church!"
"As a result, it's over without a problem, right?"
"The result is important…."
Hahahaha grabbed her shoulder in excitement.
"Relax, Mr. Playing. It worked out just as Mr. Rain said."
"But..."
"Since Mr. Rain was thinking about it, I think he followed me gently."
At her calm words, the smoker sighed.
She sits in a chair, twisting her legs violently and putting them on the table.
"Mr. Rain."
Hansulah sat next to him. She raises her hand to his thigh with a sad expression somewhere.
"Again... I'm sorry I couldn't help you."
"I didn't need any help."
"Still."
Hansulah held a lonely smile.
"Someday... can I help Mr. Rain too?"
"……."
It was a calm voice.
If I touched it wrong, I felt like I was going to break it.
Rain looked into Hansulah's eyes.
'It doesn't help.'
It was undeniable.
It was okay to say that there was definitely no value as power compared to people like Kim Shi Hoon, the next player, Cheon So-yeon, and Echidna.
But it is.
"Is that supposed to help?"
"… Yes?"
"At least I don't live with the understandable."
Basically, he was a calculated human being. I didn't do anything that didn't benefit me.
However, Hansulah was often different.
He didn't think of her as a mother who makes delicious food, nor as a tool to satisfy his needs.
If I thought so, I would not have left with him when I moved to Seoul Station.
She was like family.
I was not with him, weighing the stakes. Being together was a precious time.
'I couldn't tell you myself.'
It was the first time that I wanted to be called "family."
It was something I had never experienced in 10,000 years. I didn't even have this experience before I fell into hell.
It was awkward, unfamiliar.
Expressions were forced to blur.
'If anyone hears it, it will explode.'
You may have grasped your breasts like you ate sweet potatoes.
It was inevitable.
He himself was not a god. It was neither perfect nor masterful in all things.
"Well, that's not me either!"
Hansulah shouted.
I had a pretty big voice.
She lowers her head reddened. Her bowed mouth and tail were continuing upwards.
"... Why don't you shoot the drama when you're alone later?"
The next player spoke in a sharp voice. She shook her legs nervously, as if she didn't like the look of the two.
"Hey. You said you wanted sushi before, right?"
"I did."
"Come with me. I know a house that tastes good."
The next player stood up. She looked at the fat people and said,
"What are you all doing?"
"Hahaha. I've never seen anything like this play again."
"Shut up!"
Shot at by a department store, she turns around and walks as much as she can.
Rain stood up with a bitter smile.
"Oh, what happened to Kurosaki Glass after that?"
"I talked to the reporters for a while and went back. It's a good thing, though. If Kurosaki hadn't remembered the time, it wouldn't have gone so smoothly."
"Ah... well, yes."
The rains opened their eyes thin.
It's in Kurosaki glass.
I still don't understand why she defended herself.
"Did Fujimoto have a personal grudge? '
It was unknown.
Rain left the hotel behind the smokers.
* * *
A house made of traditional Japanese style.
Apart from some furniture that was essential to life, there was a woman sitting in a small, unsightly room.
It's in Kurosaki glass.
She was the granddaughter of one of the kings and a woman with the title 'Heavenly Virgin'.
She was looking at the mirror on the seat.
"Haah."
A deep sigh came out.
At that time, her face in the mirror opened up.
Are you satisfied now?
"No, you couldn't have been satisfied."
She talked to herself in the mirror.
If anyone sees her now, they say she's crazy.
"Ah, I had no choice but to meet him and watch him so far away. It hurts so much."
Kurosaki strokes his cheeks with elasticity.
What are you going to do next?
"Hehe. Of course we should be prepared to help him."
She smiles in the mirror.
At that moment, an unexpectedly explosive coloration burst out of Kurosaki, who had an inviting appearance.
It was different from that of Cheonyeon.
If any man tastes this energy, he will be her slave in no time.
Kurosaki's black hair came to mind against gravity.
His hair twisted and wriggled like a tentacle.
If you're so loyal, why don't you go find him yourself?
Kurosaki in the mirror asked.
"Oh."
I frowned as if I heard something.
She shakes her head as if she doesn't want to imagine putting her hands on both cheeks.
"How do you go to see him with such an ugly face?"
…….
Kurosaki in the mirror was silent.
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"Argh! Billions!"
Fujimoto reaches out.
The whole body trembles. From the fingertips reaching for something, the body starts to twist.
Magical exhaustion.
Snowau summoned by Gangster snatched the magical power beyond its limits and became exhausted.
His body crashed to the ground.
The downpour accepted Fujimoto.
"Hmm...."
Rain laid Fujimoto on the roof. Fujimoto was dying on his own before he even used his hands.
"Argh! Argh! H-alive... alive..."
In a desperate voice he petitioned.
Clear tears poured down my cheeks.
Suzanoo was dying and the price for him was rising.
I twisted my body like I was having a seizure.
My body was dry and my skin was frowning.
He was dying miserably, as soon as he bled on the vampire.
This was not seen in the general appearance of exhaustion of magical power.
"The price of summoning a god seems quite expensive."
The rain looked down at Fujimoto, who was dying with a grave look. Szanoo, a god presumed to be of a different dimension than Earth, Hell.
'I was definitely strong.'
The engagement itself was short.
I didn't show him the power he couldn't handle.
However, considering that Snowau's power was incomplete, he certainly had the power to be called a 'god'.
If he was in a state where he could do his best, he was not convinced that he could win the fight.
"... If the Guyanese system is weakened like this, they will also appear on Earth."
I frowned.
It would be hard to imagine more catastrophes if the gods appeared on Earth with their own power intact.
"... Maybe Demon Church isn't the only problem."
There was enough possibility that more troublesome beings would appear on Earth than demons.
The fundamental solution seems to be to repair the Guyanese system that was damaged by itself.
However, I have yet to find a clue as to how I can recover.
'If there's anything I can do now....'
Rain opened the status window.
"Drinking."
The sentence, 'The second step to becoming a drinker', appeared.
I didn't know how many steps this could take, but it seemed clear that if all the conditions were met, he would become like God.
'The system has never lied to me before.'
I didn't know what the principle was or how it was possible, but I was sure of the reliability of the player system.
'It's a little awkward to have to be a god to stop the gods.'
In any case, it was undeniable that in order to counteract the existence of the unknown, it was necessary to have the strength and strength to do so.
"Shh."
I filled my tongue with dislike. While the answer was not as vague as the recovery of the Guyanese system, it was also unknown what the second stage, the 'Demon', would accomplish.
'Do what you can now.'
The rains twisted and reached the dead body of Fujimoto.
His left eye remained intact, though his body was dry as if it were a mummy.
Rain picked up his left eye egg.
Snowsano's Eye.
It was the name of a piece of equipment with a mythical grade.
"But how did you put this thing on? Did you pull out your eyes and put them in yourself?"
If he did, Fujimoto's will would have been acknowledged.
It's not an easy choice to pull out your own eyes.
Glub.
As I answered that question, the snow in my hand became powder and scattered.
And there was a blue sphere with only a ping-pong ball.
"Oh, that's right."
It didn't seem like I pulled my own eyes out.
Rain brings the blue sphere towards his eyes.
String.
[Equipment already imprinted.]
"I can't use it either."
It was what I was expecting. Rain took Snow Snow into his arms.
What he needs is a mythical grade ingredient that will be in Snow Snow's eyes.
If you use it, you can make equipment with the 'Devil's Creative Technique' characteristic.
'I'll do that later.'
The rain turned around. I kicked my foot lightly, and I flew up into the sky.
'Let's go back.'
In preparing to fuck Fujimoto, Echidno and Hansulah have not met for the past three days.
It was quite lonely being separated from the two people we met every day.
Enough to recall the memory of the solitude I felt in hell.
* * *
Where the group stayed was a 3-star business hotel in Tokyo.
Given the talent of the next generation, Jang Hyun, Department Store, etc., it was a very scarce hotel.
Probably got this cheap hotel on purpose because it was raining in jail.
With the decent idea that he couldn't be comfortable in a luxury hotel while he was in prison.
'It's not that narrow.'
I went into the hotel with a bitter smile. The group that was waiting in the lobby approached urgently.
"Hey! Where have you been?!"
"I came to finish."
"Finish…?"
"Yes. I had to repay you for what I had done."
Rain briefly described sitting in a lobby chair.
I didn't talk about all the truth.
As Cheonyeon knows, Fujimoto Ryomah explained that his identity was a real devil's church.
"So, did you know from the beginning that Fujimoto Ryoma was the Devil's Bridge?"
"No. I knew it the first time I went underground. And when I saw him drive me to Devil's Church with Prime Minister Yamada, I just used my hands."
"... why didn't you tell us?"
"I didn't have time."
"No matter how!"
Boom!
The chauffeur smashed the table as if he was angry.
Rain smiled faintly.
"Calm down."
"Can you calm down?! If it was wrong, you could have been driven to Devil's Church!"
"As a result, it's over without a problem, right?"
"The result is important…."
Hahahaha grabbed her shoulder in excitement.
"Relax, Mr. Playing. It worked out just as Mr. Rain said."
"But..."
"Since Mr. Rain was thinking about it, I think he followed me gently."
At her calm words, the smoker sighed.
She sits in a chair, twisting her legs violently and putting them on the table.
"Mr. Rain."
Hansulah sat next to him. She raises her hand to his thigh with a sad expression somewhere.
"Again... I'm sorry I couldn't help you."
"I didn't need any help."
"Still."
Hansulah held a lonely smile.
"Someday... can I help Mr. Rain too?"
"……."
It was a calm voice.
If I touched it wrong, I felt like I was going to break it.
Rain looked into Hansulah's eyes.
'It doesn't help.'
It was undeniable.
It was okay to say that there was definitely no value as power compared to people like Kim Shi Hoon, the next player, Cheon So-yeon, and Echidna.
But it is.
"Is that supposed to help?"
"… Yes?"
"At least I don't live with the understandable."
Basically, he was a calculated human being. I didn't do anything that didn't benefit me.
However, Hansulah was often different.
He didn't think of her as a mother who makes delicious food, nor as a tool to satisfy his needs.
If I thought so, I would not have left with him when I moved to Seoul Station.
She was like family.
I was not with him, weighing the stakes. Being together was a precious time.
'I couldn't tell you myself.'
It was the first time that I wanted to be called "family."
It was something I had never experienced in 10,000 years. I didn't even have this experience before I fell into hell.
It was awkward, unfamiliar.
Expressions were forced to blur.
'If anyone hears it, it will explode.'
You may have grasped your breasts like you ate sweet potatoes.
It was inevitable.
He himself was not a god. It was neither perfect nor masterful in all things.
"Well, that's not me either!"
Hansulah shouted.
I had a pretty big voice.
She lowers her head reddened. Her bowed mouth and tail were continuing upwards.
"... Why don't you shoot the drama when you're alone later?"
The next player spoke in a sharp voice. She shook her legs nervously, as if she didn't like the look of the two.
"Hey. You said you wanted sushi before, right?"
"I did."
"Come with me. I know a house that tastes good."
The next player stood up. She looked at the fat people and said,
"What are you all doing?"
"Hahaha. I've never seen anything like this play again."
"Shut up!"
Shot at by a department store, she turns around and walks as much as she can.
Rain stood up with a bitter smile.
"Oh, what happened to Kurosaki Glass after that?"
"I talked to the reporters for a while and went back. It's a good thing, though. If Kurosaki hadn't remembered the time, it wouldn't have gone so smoothly."
"Ah... well, yes."
The rains opened their eyes thin.
It's in Kurosaki glass.
I still don't understand why she defended herself.
"Did Fujimoto have a personal grudge? '
It was unknown.
Rain left the hotel behind the smokers.
* * *
A house made of traditional Japanese style.
Apart from some furniture that was essential to life, there was a woman sitting in a small, unsightly room.
It's in Kurosaki glass.
She was the granddaughter of one of the kings and a woman with the title 'Heavenly Virgin'.
She was looking at the mirror on the seat.
"Haah."
A deep sigh came out.
At that time, her face in the mirror opened up.
Are you satisfied now?
"No, you couldn't have been satisfied."
She talked to herself in the mirror.
If anyone sees her now, they say she's crazy.
"Ah, I had no choice but to meet him and watch him so far away. It hurts so much."
Kurosaki strokes his cheeks with elasticity.
What are you going to do next?
"Hehe. Of course we should be prepared to help him."
She smiles in the mirror.
At that moment, an unexpectedly explosive coloration burst out of Kurosaki, who had an inviting appearance.
It was different from that of Cheonyeon.
If any man tastes this energy, he will be her slave in no time.
Kurosaki's black hair came to mind against gravity.
His hair twisted and wriggled like a tentacle.
If you're so loyal, why don't you go find him yourself?
Kurosaki in the mirror asked.
"Oh."
I frowned as if I heard something.
She shakes her head as if she doesn't want to imagine putting her hands on both cheeks.
"How do you go to see him with such an ugly face?"
…….
Kurosaki in the mirror was silent.
"Argh! Billions!"Fujimoto reaches out.The whole body trembles. From the fingertips reaching for something, the body starts to twist.Magical exhaustion.Snowau summoned by Gangster snatched the magical power beyond its limits and became exhausted.His body crashed to the ground.The downpour accepted Fujimoto."Hmm...."Rain laid Fujimoto on the roof. Fujimoto was dying on his own before he even used his hands."Argh! Argh! H-alive... alive..."In a desperate voice he petitioned.Clear tears poured down my cheeks.Suzanoo was dying and the price for him was rising.I twisted my body like I was having a seizure.My body was dry and my skin was frowning.He was dying miserably, as soon as he bled on the vampire.This was not seen in the general appearance of exhaustion of magical power."The price of summoning a god seems quite expensive."The rain looked down at Fujimoto, who was dying with a grave look. Szanoo, a god presumed to be of a different dimension than Earth, Hell.'I was definitely strong.'The engagement itself was short.I didn't show him the power he couldn't handle.However, considering that Snowau's power was incomplete, he certainly had the power to be called a 'god'.If he was in a state where he could do his best, he was not convinced that he could win the fight."... If the Guyanese system is weakened like this, they will also appear on Earth."I frowned.It would be hard to imagine more catastrophes if the gods appeared on Earth with their own power intact."... Maybe Demon Church isn't the only problem."There was enough possibility that more troublesome beings would appear on Earth than demons.The fundamental solution seems to be to repair the Guyanese system that was damaged by itself.However, I have yet to find a clue as to how I can recover.'If there's anything I can do now....'Rain opened the status window."Drinking."The sentence, 'The second step to becoming a drinker', appeared.I didn't know how many steps this could take, but it seemed clear that if all the conditions were met, he would become like God.'The system has never lied to me before.'I didn't know what the principle was or how it was possible, but I was sure of the reliability of the player system.'It's a little awkward to have to be a god to stop the gods.'In any case, it was undeniable that in order to counteract the existence of the unknown, it was necessary to have the strength and strength to do so."Shh."I filled my tongue with dislike. While the answer was not as vague as the recovery of the Guyanese system, it was also unknown what the second stage, the 'Demon', would accomplish.'Do what you can now.'The rains twisted and reached the dead body of Fujimoto.His left eye remained intact, though his body was dry as if it were a mummy.Rain picked up his left eye egg.Snowsano's Eye.It was the name of a piece of equipment with a mythical grade."But how did you put this thing on? Did you pull out your eyes and put them in yourself?"If he did, Fujimoto's will would have been acknowledged.It's not an easy choice to pull out your own eyes.Glub.As I answered that question, the snow in my hand became powder and scattered.And there was a blue sphere with only a ping-pong ball."Oh, that's right."It didn't seem like I pulled my own eyes out.Rain brings the blue sphere towards his eyes.String.Equipment already imprinted."I can't use it either."It was what I was expecting. Rain took Snow Snow into his arms.What he needs is a mythical grade ingredient that will be in Snow Snow's eyes.If you use it, you can make equipment with the 'Devil's Creative Technique' characteristic.'I'll do that later.'The rain turned around. I kicked my foot lightly, and I flew up into the sky.'Let's go back.'In preparing to fuck Fujimoto, Echidno and Hansulah have not met for the past three days.It was quite lonely being separated from the two people we met every day.Enough to recall the memory of the solitude I felt in hell.* * *Where the group stayed was a 3-star business hotel in Tokyo.Given the talent of the next generation, Jang Hyun, Department Store, etc., it was a very scarce hotel.Probably got this cheap hotel on purpose because it was raining in jail.With the decent idea that he couldn't be comfortable in a luxury hotel while he was in prison.'It's not that narrow.'I went into the hotel with a bitter smile. The group that was waiting in the lobby approached urgently."Hey! Where have you been?!""I came to finish.""Finish?""Yes. I had to repay you for what I had done."Rain briefly described sitting in a lobby chair.I didn't talk about all the truth.As Cheonyeon knows, Fujimoto Ryomah explained that his identity was a real devil's church."So, did you know from the beginning that Fujimoto Ryoma was the Devil's Bridge?""No. I knew it the first time I went underground. And when I saw him drive me to Devil's Church with Prime Minister Yamada, I just used my hands.""... why didn't you tell us?""I didn't have time.""No matter how!"Boom!The chauffeur smashed the table as if he was angry.Rain smiled faintly."Calm down.""Can you calm down?! If it was wrong, you could have been driven to Devil's Church!""As a result, it's over without a problem, right?""The result is important."Hahahaha grabbed her shoulder in excitement."Relax, Mr. Playing. It worked out just as Mr. Rain said.""But...""Since Mr. Rain was thinking about it, I think he followed me gently."At her calm words, the smoker sighed.She sits in a chair, twisting her legs violently and putting them on the table."Mr. Rain."Hansulah sat next to him. She raises her hand to his thigh with a sad expression somewhere."Again... I'm sorry I couldn't help you.""I didn't need any help.""Still."Hansulah held a lonely smile."Someday... can I help Mr. Rain too?""."It was a calm voice.If I touched it wrong, I felt like I was going to break it.Rain looked into Hansulah's eyes.'It doesn't help.'It was undeniable.It was okay to say that there was definitely no value as power compared to people like Kim Shi Hoon, the next player, Cheon So-yeon, and Echidna.But it is."Is that supposed to help?"" Yes?""At least I don't live with the understandable."Basically, he was a calculated human being. I didn't do anything that didn't benefit me.However, Hansulah was often different.He didn't think of her as a mother who makes delicious food, nor as a tool to satisfy his needs.If I thought so, I would not have left with him when I moved to Seoul Station.She was like family.I was not with him, weighing the stakes. Being together was a precious time.'I couldn't tell you myself.'It was the first time that I wanted to be called "family."It was something I had never experienced in 10,000 years. I didn't even have this experience before I fell into hell.It was awkward, unfamiliar.Expressions were forced to blur.'If anyone hears it, it will explode.'You may have grasped your breasts like you ate sweet potatoes.It was inevitable.He himself was not a god. It was neither perfect nor masterful in all things."Well, that's not me either!"Hansulah shouted.I had a pretty big voice.She lowers her head reddened. Her bowed mouth and tail were continuing upwards."... Why don't you shoot the drama when you're alone later?"The next player spoke in a sharp voice. She shook her legs nervously, as if she didn't like the look of the two."Hey. You said you wanted sushi before, right?""I did.""Come with me. I know a house that tastes good."The next player stood up. She looked at the fat people and said,"What are you all doing?""Hahaha. I've never seen anything like this play again.""Shut up!"Shot at by a department store, she turns around and walks as much as she can.Rain stood up with a bitter smile."Oh, what happened to Kurosaki Glass after that?""I talked to the reporters for a while and went back. It's a good thing, though. If Kurosaki hadn't remembered the time, it wouldn't have gone so smoothly.""Ah... well, yes."The rains opened their eyes thin.It's in Kurosaki glass.I still don't understand why she defended herself."Did Fujimoto have a personal grudge? 'It was unknown.Rain left the hotel behind the smokers.* * *A house made of traditional Japanese style.Apart from some furniture that was essential to life, there was a woman sitting in a small, unsightly room.It's in Kurosaki glass.She was the granddaughter of one of the kings and a woman with the title 'Heavenly Virgin'.She was looking at the mirror on the seat."Haah."A deep sigh came out.At that time, her face in the mirror opened up.Are you satisfied now?"No, you couldn't have been satisfied."She talked to herself in the mirror.If anyone sees her now, they say she's crazy."Ah, I had no choice but to meet him and watch him so far away. It hurts so much."Kurosaki strokes his cheeks with elasticity.What are you going to do next?"Hehe. Of course we should be prepared to help him."She smiles in the mirror.At that moment, an unexpectedly explosive coloration burst out of Kurosaki, who had an inviting appearance.It was different from that of Cheonyeon.If any man tastes this energy, he will be her slave in no time.Kurosaki's black hair came to mind against gravity.His hair twisted and wriggled like a tentacle.If you're so loyal, why don't you go find him yourself?Kurosaki in the mirror asked."Oh."I frowned as if I heard something.She shakes her head as if she doesn't want to imagine putting her hands on both cheeks."How do you go to see him with such an ugly face?".Kurosaki in the mirror was silent.
