"Although he looks like an innocent little handsome guy, I didn't expect to be unexpectedly bold. In the box with dim light, Flinka was suddenly hugged at the moment when he closed his hand, and he was a little stunned, and then he smiled and said.www.biquge.info

"Miss Flinka is not far behind me at this age. The two of them, hugging each other, collapsed on the comfortable and wide sofa.

"Ahh

"A girl's body is always a perfect work of art. "A smooth body, soft limbs, a slender waist, and slender calves...... A touch that you can't put down.

"Didn't you say that to every girl? "It's emotional...... Enjoying the man's touch, the girl's skin gradually became an unnatural flush.

"No, this is the only time that Miss Flinka is the most perfect I've ever seen. As he spoke, he left the girl's body, when the girl's eyes were foggy and her mind was in a trance. The bartender pulled out the iron and restrained the girl's hands.

"Is this?" the girl was puzzled.

"Presumably, the experienced Miss Flinka must not be satisfied with the usual way of playing, this is a new trick in the game. "The hands are done, and then the feet.

"Is that so? "I can't move my limbs...... "Will there be a whip next~~" If that's the case, it's just a candle oil.

"Sorry, the whip is not ...... But—" Pushing his glasses with his elbow, the bartender's smile turned sour, and he took out a new prop in his hand...... Utility knife.

"Beauty is eternity. "Along the skin, the tip of the knife pierces and peels......

..................

"It's perfect!! like the image of a mad scientist on the operating table, blood splattered all over the floor.

"Sure enough, this is a masterpiece!!" intoxicatedly stroking the hot and humid organs in the girl's body.

"Why, I am the only one who understands and appreciates such a beautiful work of art, why no one understands me. Immediately after, cynical swearing. "I've done nothing wrong at all, I'm just an artist, the art of the human body!" the writing 'artist' reads 'psychopathic murderer'.

"You don't think so, Miss Frelinka. ”

At the end, it seems that I am tired of playing. Turning his head slowly, looking at the shadows of the private room with the indifference of a dead man, the bartender called softly.

“...... I was discovered. The shadow twisted and distorted, sitting on the couch on the other side, dangling her feet to admire the bloody picture of herself as the protagonist...... Bloody images, no, the original 'Flinka' is gone.

"When did you notice it?" asked the bartender, putting away the utility knife.

"From the beginning, it was approached with murderous intent, and it was hard not to notice. Flinka was slightly regretful. "You're the murderer — ah, sorry, little artist. "When Tifatina heard about it, she met right away. Flinka was about to doubt her life.

"As for the question you just asked, we agree with your point of view, or rather, you don't need our agreement, as long as you agree with it, it's no problem. Flinka, who had gotten up from the couch, had lost interest in the man.

"My own identity...... Hehe~~~" Holding his forehead with his hand, the bartender gradually turned from a low laugh to a maniacal laugh.