Maou Reijou no Kyouiku Gakari

- Time is a little back (back) last night.

Larger than Frey's room, a room colored by a host of luxurious ornaments.

"Ha..."

Large bed with a lid behind it.

On the other side of a thin veil stretched on all sides, Isna lays on her back on a white sheet with a troubled sigh.

Its large breasts, with their long, bright, dark green hair scattered unconstitutionally over pure white sheets and wrapped only in thin bedding, defy gravity and look up to heaven as if it were two lined mountain ridges.

"Ha... what the hell is your father thinking..."

Again, with a loud sigh, he makes a mild offense against his father who is not here.

Isna's chest was now dominated by emotions directed at one man.

A man who suddenly appeared and named his own educator.

For Isna, who was born between the Mother of the Dream Demon and the Father, the King of the Demon Nation, a creature named Man drowned his head on himself and thought that he was only a Four.

And it was made up almost as a fact to put it in the half-life of Isna so far.

From an early age, many men visited Isna to get in the mood and continue to praise its beauty and talent.

No one existed as one who tried to defy.

But just a few hours ago the idea was smashed to pieces by wood dust.

"Honestly! Oh, my God, he is!

That's what Isna said out loud, sounding in the room of silence, at the same time as she aroused her upper body vigorously.

"Obnoxious, obnoxious! Huh... I'm upset with you!

Put the pillow big under his knees and Isna punches it over and over with a grip to bump its wrath.

For Isna, there is a man who should only have looked down, and half of that is a human man who is supposed to be the bait for the dreamer himself.

Besides, the memory of being beaten to pieces without her skin creeps into her heart and she can't forget for a moment from that moment on.

No matter how many times you hit the pillow with your hand, its frustration cannot dissipate. On the contrary, that emotion in her chest grows stronger and stronger.

"I will never, ever forgive you..."

Isna's quiet rage and the sound of slamming pillows echo over and over again in a room where no one else is present.

"I'll definitely kick you out... I can't believe I'm human..."

But there is no specific measure in Isna's mind to expel the man prepared by his father, the only man he respects.

On the contrary, only the irresistible difference in strength between Frey and herself emerges in her as much as she thinks.

And each time, heat is created like a fire lit inside her chest, making her heart beat faster.

"Oh, my God! Really!"

Isna shouts up a crying voice at the discomfort that cannot be expressed in the words.

In the end, Isna couldn't even sleep one night that day, and even kept hitting the inexperienced emotions on her pillow all night.

Without realizing that another emotion is emerging so as to lean against that unwiped sense of humiliation.