Akino Kaori doesn't like to buy women. After I found out that some of the women who sell themselves had pathetic circumstances, I was unwilling to buy them.
That's not the reason, because there's still a conscience in the incense. Because you have to be someone in line with the doctrine of the name Purification in him.
It's a hassle, but look for someone on a dating site, etc. That's another struggle because we have to find someone who looks as bad as possible with his head and personality. Otherwise the doctrine in incense will not be fulfilled.
"Brother, I'm not much of a man. Wouldn't you be an actor?
A skinny woman with thick makeup, who seems nearly ten years older than herself, arms and cat strokes to bring to the incense.
Today's opponent was his wife. You look like a sexually vicious woman from a human face, and from incense, that's all you pass. It can also be said that there is nose hair coming out of one nose but it is not processed.
"I was wondering if you'd like me to have dinner tonight. You have money for yourself, don't you?
Ignoring such demands, Incense takes his opponent to a breathtaking hotel in the backstreet organization.
The moment he entered the room, incense hit the woman's face with an unmitigated full force punch.
"What?"
Too many things made the woman unacceptable to reality, she looked up at the incense as she bled her nose and opened her mouth with pocan.
"Well, shall we begin the ritual of purification"
The usually expressionless incense turns into a heartfelt smile.
"Geez! Murderers! Heh heh! Somebody, come on! Around!
The woman understands what she has been done and calls out loud and freshly for help.
"Oh, this reaction pattern...... no matter how many times I've seen it, it's great"
Incense squirmed joyfully, with all her strength and joy, kicking up the woman's jaw. His jaw is broken, his broken teeth and blood are scattered, and the woman falls on her back.
"It's okay. This is what it takes to purify your sins. This will save you from obscenity."
In a gentle tone, she says off, incense rips off a woman's clothes. The woman even tried to resist, but incense hit her back fist in the cheek. The woman lost her temper to resist with it, and with a look mixed with fear and flashes, she just looked up at the smile of incense.
Half-naked tips were normal caresses, but soon again they were no longer normal. One pattern is that women don't get too wet of fear. I also have a good preparation for that kind of time.
Remove a pinch-sized syringe where incense enters between your thumb and index finger from your jacket pocket, stab a needle in the female neck, and inject fluid into it.
"Ahhh."
The immediate effect of illegal drugs makes the woman feel comfortable in her dreams, and even sharper her general senses make her body lit up and dominated by strong sexuality.
Confirming that she had no problems with the act at all, Incense stuck her hips in while grabbing the woman's neck with both hands and strangling her hard.
It has the effect of drugs, but the woman gasps in agony. A woman desperately grabs Incense's wrist and tries to pull it apart, but naturally she's not even scared. Even though it is the frontier of life and death, something like the idiotic power of a fire place doesn't work conveniently for me either.
Before incense finished the act, the woman's breathing had stopped. But if you try incense, there is no problem. The usual.
"Purification complete"
The incense of finishing the act whines and rises. It's back to the usual faceless look.
Take out your phone, send an email, open the door and leave the room. As if waiting for it, a few men in work clothes with cleaning utensils enter the room where the incense was. One was rolling a huge trunk. I don't know how to use the trunk.
They belong to the Great Guardian of Terror, an organization that specializes in the aftermath. Before purification activities, call it proper. No matter how much back street breath it took, the abandonment of the body is extremely annoying and so on.
Incense can only interact with a dying woman and a woman just after she dies. The act is called purification by incense.
The first woman whom incense purified was a one-sided female student at the time of Junior High.
The appearance was a gal system that was challenged to see, and there were a lot of bad rumors, such as letting anyone do it as long as they paid for it. But incense, pure and intensely conceived at the time, desperately told himself that was not the case, and confessed thoughtfully.
What I returned was a dialogue called "Fifty thousand is fine".
Incense paid 50,000 yen to enter the hotel, and when he noticed, he was waving his hips as he continued to strangle her, even as she stopped moving.
The bodies were disposed of, paying large sums to tissue of rather dangerous muscles in the back streets, and even collateralising the guts. It's an organization called 'Eldorado next door'. I also asked another organization, but they asked me why I was murdered and I was lightly rejected.
That sexuality of incense is not what I acquired in doing so. That is only a trigger, and there is another event that has become decisive.
That other event gave rise to doctrine in incense. Death rape for incense became a ritual to purify the filthy poor women.
I just left the hotel and my phone vibrates. His opponent is Iguchigaya.
When I picked up the phone, it happened to be that Makoto Aizawa, Mika Tsukinawa and two other people had raided the clone culture factory that was being inspected.
'There is no damage. Some of the constituents are dead. "
To the words of Inouigaya, incense pokes at nothing. From incense, I don't think it's harmful. The perception would be the same, even if the factory were to destroy it altogether.
"You want to know who the other two are. Can you send the footage?
That's what bothered me. I somehow understand why Mika Tsukinawa has joined forces with Makoto Aizawa to raid, but the fact that there are two others is catching on. Who the hell are you and for what purpose are you acting together?
Eventually, when I see the footage they sent me, incense will cease to exist.
(Yoshiku... you finally came...)
One of the four was a man who was once a childhood tamer and best friend.
"Except for Aizawa and Tsukina-san, they look like non-combatants. Because I have not engaged in any combat activities. So, I'll put a little value on it, but I'll hire about two skilled killers to deal with it. '
Iguchigaya tells you in a tone that seeps through your anger.
"Aizawa trampled my sanctuary many times on the ground. You don't complain, do you? '
In the same uncanny tone, Iguchigaya pushes. I can see how this man is putting heat into his business, but incense looks at it with cold eyes.
"I'll leave everything to your discretion."
To put it briefly, Xiang hung up.
(Sanctuary... Will our filthy sanctuary be purified by him too?)
Incense's head was full of one thing. That our former best friend, now alienated, is stepping into the back street and trying to get closer to our side.
(That was late. I've been waiting for you, all this time)
While I fucking laugh, I also have feelings
(Does it also work with Junko that he is acting with Makoto Aizawa? Junko finds out about me and Yoshioko, and you're trying to molest me?
Incense driven by the urge to call Junko directly to confirm.
Incense is gaining strength by visiting the Snow Oka Institute when falling into the back streets. Even after entering a formalin-pickled president hostile to Junko, I have remained connected to her.
(If you're seriously coming to crush me, you can't even ask. Or is it just a coincidence guide...?
In any case, the biggest point for incense is not the connection between Yoshiku and Junko, etc. That Yoshiku is falling into the back streets and even getting too close to himself. That's all that matters.