被男人吃奶很爽的毛片

Lucia is not tall, but she has good style.

Today the baby blue and blue two-piece, blouse hem has an elaborate design of loosely rippled peplums. The skirt is a tight skirt with lace embellishment on the hem.

It's always fashionable.

Darya is a light pink piece with gray. Precisely, they say it's a color called rose dragee.

This is the one Lucia recommended before. I chose it because it stretches well and moves easily.

It should be noted that Lucia has not been told that the hairline of a bicorn beast is the deciding factor.

"Because it looks like it can be covered with clothes. And Darya's not fat. In my case, my clothes are bad. I work at the garment demon workshop till night, and I go straight to dinner or have a night meal, so I know that's why I'm here."

"A late evening meal should be around your waist somehow..."

"It is! I won't be able to get winter food if I keep doing this. I can't wear a piece of winter food that I've worked hard to make, or it's less fun..."

In Lucia's words, I remembered the closet of the tower, with a dry laugh.

"Then I, too, had Lucia and Fort make the waist of the dress get tight"

"That'll loosen you up. Darts, there's more to it, so let it go?

"No, if I do that, I won't be able to go back..."

As the two of us walked sighing, the sweet scent of baked sweets began to drift around.

In the coffee shop next to the confectionery shop you're going to, you can have a grill.

"Let's start this story tomorrow!

Darya smiled and nodded at Lucia's very constructive suggestion.

"Ah, Master Randolph..."

Just when I came in front of the store, a man came this way down the street into my eyes.

He's taller than Wolfe, and he's a small mountain-like physique, so I can tell at a glance.

"Good day, Miss Dahlia, Farno Workshop Manager"

Looks like Randolph noticed right away, too. Say hello to each other exactly as they were.

I have the bookstore bag in my hand, so maybe it's that way home.

"... you both look great in your outfits today"

I remembered Randolph, who praised himself with a somewhat stiff voice, a book of aristocratic manners.

It seems that men are basically complimenting women. But it's fine, it's hard to praise anywhere, bad.

Outreach, he may be struggling, too.

"Thank you! Goodwin's meal too..."

Lucia, who I was about to tell you, quickly ran his gaze from the top of Randolph's head to his toes.

Randolph's personal clothing was a white shirt with a thick tea vest, an olive-wrinkled tea jacket, and a loose trouser underneath that felt a bit darker.

The shoe is called an elaborate swirl towel, carefully sewn together with three pieces of black leather.

I think it suits me pretty well, but my friend made a deep wrinkle between his brows.

"Excuse me, may I have a word? Is that clothing an order?

"Oh. I don't go in store stuff because I have a big body"

"Uh, if you don't mind, I think a V-neck sweater would be nice on your day off. And if it's a swirl tow shoe, the Trousers will fit better in straight or slightly slimmer hems than the loose ones you're wearing right now. It's a waste, even though it's cool."

"Right. Wouldn't these trousers fit into these shoes..."

'I'm talking about the main unit, okay'. Lucia snapped like that, but didn't hit the gavel.

"Also the color of your clothes, but the Burnt Amber you're calling for right now...... uh, I think it would look better like something with the same tea and a little bit of red in it, like a bean color or a chocolate or something like that"

Randolph has red copper hair and red tea eyes. Sure looks more suited to red tea than dark tea with green.

"I only saw it all as brown, but there are so many kinds of it."

"Yeah, because even colors with the same name are quite different, and there are colors that people can match and don't"

"I designated it black or tea, and I left the rest to the clothes store"

"It's a waste, because it's my order. I think not only black and tea, but grey and rose grey and beige would look great on sandwich beige."

Lucia is in complete gardener mode.

The conversation between the two continues, but this is the road through which the carriage also passes. It doesn't get in the way of passers-by because of the width of the road, but it's a little noticeable.

"Um, what are we talking about on the road, so why don't we talk about it at the store if you don't mind? There it is, next to the confectionery shop is the coffee shop. Because baked sweets can be cooked."

"Baked confectionery......?

"Right! It's a very good store, Master Goodwin!

Lucia smiled and agreed with me. But Randolph's reply was delayed by a few seconds.

"... is it good? I don't think there are many boys in the store serving confectionery, and it will stand out. Suddenly in the first place, I think I'm in the way of both of you..."

Randolph's face was filled with confusion.

I like sweet things, and even though there is a delicious store in front of me, I am reluctant because I am a man.

Perhaps we are also lost in attending with ourselves, two women.

But because of this opportunity, I want you to taste the delicious confectionery of baking.

"Dear Randolph, I recommend Apple Pie here. And I think this time of year is also good for fall fruit tarts etc."

"Apple pie......"

On his own words, Randolph's hard expression subtly loosens.

Thinking about how we should persuade him from here, Lucia smacked his palms lightly.

"Let's go, then!

With Lucia's decisiveness, I decided not to hesitate to go to the coffee shop.

Upon entering the coffee shop, more than half of the seats were filled. Guests can also see mainly women and men who are slightly coupled.

Lucia had reserved the deepest table seat with a collision.

When I offered the store clerk an extra number, they took it without any problems.

Scissors the table, across from Randolph, Dalya and Lucia sit next to each other.

The windows are patterned glass depicting a small rose, the light often enters, but we don't even know the faces of the people who come and go.

It seemed like a place where I could relax and have tea.

"I'll put it on for once."

What Lucia got out of the bag was a small silver triangle cone. It is an anti eavesdropping magic guide.

Darya had it too, but she'd rarely let it out herself, so I completely forgot.

I admire Lucia's adaptability.

Having a menu of each spelled paper started to haunt my head about what to ask for.

As well as the classic ones, there are many fruit-based confectionery as in autumn, which makes me look away.

"Darya, what are you going to do?

"Autumn, let's make apple pie and maroon cake"

"I'm an apple pie and pear tart...... I can't even throw away a peach tart. The cheesecake here is delicious too... Oh, Master Goodwin has made up his mind?

"I've never been to one of these stores... do you have any recommendations?

Explain to him how restless he is as Lucia opens the menu.

"Apple pie is famous here, so Apple pie would love to. Also, it's autumn, so I recommend sweet potatoes and fruit tarts."

"Uh, pumpkin pudding is delicious, too"

I remember Randolph, who used to eat pampering in the green tower, and I also suggested Darya.

He wrinkles between his eyebrows and worries with a slightly scary face.

"At this point, why don't you ask me to do a lot of things, cut them and split them? What... Um, is this rude?

I listened back as soon as Lucia suggested it.

Certainly the aristocracy may not behave well.

"No, I appreciate it. I don't want you to worry about it because it's not a royal castle. And you can call yourself 'Randolph'. There are many Goodwin names in the Royal Castle"

"Well, I'll be in 'Lucia' too, please"

Lucia also seems to be getting more name calls these days. I just got a little happy.

"... but there doesn't seem to be a lot of guys eating sweets"

There were certainly few men in the store I saw by the time I came in the back.

Dalya asks Randolph, who begins to care what he doesn't have to worry about.

"Dear Randolph, was it a workout yesterday as well?

"Oh, yeah. Wolf was with me."

"Uh, I didn't ask you about Wolfe... you know, sweet things can get tired, so I was wondering if it would be good for 'tiredness' for workouts and expeditions. And I don't think it's weird at all, even if men like sweet things."

"I appreciate you saying this with care to yourself..."

Randolph felt the invisible chains he put on himself.

It's a curse that I've had before, 'This is how it should be - this is how it should be done'.

A bitter chain of duty and impatience, unlike wishing to be so in dreams and ideals.

If you're aware, Darya was asking Randolph.

"Dear Randolph, do you think it's strange that I, the woman, drink alcohol?

No, I don't think so.

"Isn't it 'strange for a man to say something sweet' with 'strange for a woman to drink'? Because I'm a man, because I'm a woman, or even if someone tells me so, I think I can like what I like. 'Cause if you don't, you're gonna get all sick and patient all the time."

Randolph's red tea eyes looked at him without a blink.

I overlap my past and wonder if I've said it in a great way.

"Well... sure, Miss Dalya is right..."

Across from him, who nodded deeply, Lucia gently raised her right hand.

"I agree with Darya! Dear Randolph, I think you can like what you like, regardless of the man or woman. So order whatever you like!

When I call the clerk as it is, I tell each one of them the order.

"I'll have apple pie and pear tart, and some more tea, please"

"I'll have apple pie, maroon cake and coffee, please"

"... I'd like apple pie and sweet potatoes, pumpkin pudding, and some more cafe ole"

When the clerk took the order, he smiled and left.

You're nervous about ordering, Randolph is breathing out thinly.

"Has Master Randolph ever been told that sweet food lovers are strange?

"I was in a neighboring country when I was a student, but over there, people often laugh when a guy likes sweet things. It was said to be strong dried meat with salt and to be manly to drink spicy and strong alcohol. Even students rarely eat sweet food for boys. The diet was also distinguished between men and women in that way"

"What torture is that to a sweetheart..."

Deeply sympathetic. Lucia on the side also nods deeply.

"Occasionally in my country, I have something to say 'what's sweet about a man' but I'm old. The men also eat sweets at night at the garment demon workshop. Dear Ford, I'm having a double cake and shoe cream... and I'd like to know why you're not fat with that."

I want to know that myself. Reminds me of the defaults of my neat body shape and thinks it's true.

"Do garment guild leaders like sweets..."

"I think I like sweets or snacks in general. I'm working overtime, eating baked sweets and squirting candy in Lower Town. But it's not just Master Ford. Because the women also paint designs and calculate dyes while drying. My workshop, because I'm pretty free."

Isn't that the influence of Lucia, the workshop manager? I thought so but decided not to say it.

Talking, the clerk brought apple pie and cake, drinks.

The apple pie is baked and the hot air is still rising. The aroma of sweet and sour apples mixes with the fluffy aroma of butter, and it looks delicious.

Because I haven't eaten lunch, my stomach is about to beep, and I put my strength into stopping it.

"Let's have it before it gets cold."

When I put the knife in the apple pie, it made a small noise.

The apple pie here is crisp with dough and plenty of sugar-boiled apples inside.

rather mouth-watering pie dough has a very good butter flavor.

The apple filling that came out of it thick is still hot. Still, I enjoy the sweetness and sourness of the apples as they are not enough to be eaten.

The apples cut into corners are large and the texture is fun.

Again, apple pie, Autumn is the best - I thought it was so smug.

Across the street, there's Randolph slowly biting through a small cut.

When I finally swallowed my first bite, my samurai-like face gently loosened up.

"Baking is such a delicious thing..."

Little, then smudging and crushing Randolph, my patience until now.

"Yeah, it's really good"

Randolph, who gave Darya a slight smile, looked like a boy.

That seems like a vegetarian him and makes me happy.

When we finished eating apple pie, as Lucia suggested, we cut each cake with a knife and separated it from each other.

"Maroon cake tastes great with chestnuts. It tastes like autumn."

"Sweet potatoes, they're so sweet...... are sweet potatoes this year?

"Pear tarts are sweet, but pears are delicious. Looks like there's almonds in the dough."

"They all tasted really good..."

We each shared our thoughts as we ate and realised that Randolph's plate was kara.

Pumpkin pudding is also done eating at some point.

He is a well-groomed Randolph. You'll have plenty of room in your stomach, don't you want to eat more thoroughly instead of a bite?

I haven't eaten lunch, so I can eat extra myself so Randolph doesn't mind. We'll just have to skip dinner.

Darya opened the menu table and asked as a matter of course.

"Dear Randolph, what will you do next?

His gaze slowly turns to himself.

Its red tea eyes had no more strays or lights, just filled with fun light.

"Before that, one, I have a wish"

"What is it?

"Thank you for meeting you two beautiful people on a good day today - as a thank you, I want you to let yourself have the price here"

"Um, my share is on my own..."

"Thank you, Master Randolph"

Pepper, Lucia slapped me in the knee with her fingertips. It seems that you should be honest with me.

"Thank you, I will sweeten your words..."

"Oh, I'd love to"

After this, Randolph, who enjoyed seven different kinds of plates, did not hide his happy smile.