Past Life Returner - Side Story 11: The Next Day - President of Russia

There is a very strange restaurant in the City of Sin.

Elves and dwarves must share a table, orcs are strangely well behaved, dragons are only welcomed on the small square in front of the restaurant, and the demons must bring their own stool.

This strange restaurant with their strange rules continuous to attract a long line of customers.

“This place serves the best food! The chef of this restaurant is a genius!” Some of the guests in the restaurant left glowing reviews. But these guests have a word of warning for other guests, “No matter what you do, never, never attempt to kidnap the boss or try to ‘eat and run’. You will die.”

A cute little girl stood near the door, and demanded in her tiny voice, “You have eaten the food, now pay up, or I will beat you to death.” The five-meter tall dragon suddenly felt a chill running up its spine.

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT]

“You don't know what love is? I will teach you.” his deep, husky voice made her shiver. His hot hands were roaming freely around her body, making her jolt in a unique sensation she never felt before.

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She is a curious student who wants to know about pleasure and he is a patient teacher who knows everything she wants to learn.

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Growing up in the temple, the troublemaker and yet pure-hearten and innocent Veronica decided to go outside the walls. Her first time experience ended with something disastrous. She learned about a unique part of male body she never heard of its existence. He found out about her deepest secret that no one should have known,

That's how their fates tangled. She soon realized, her heart pounded whenever he touched her. His hot gaze would give her goosebumps.

When I cleared the final chapter of a game that was a national failure, I became an unnamed side character in it.

A non-standard, unmeasurable, EX rank supporting character.

I reincarnated into a fantasy world. Since I somehow got born again, I resolved myself to live diligently once more. But, putting that aside, my entire village burning up and disappearing when I’m 8-year old f*cking crossed the line. F*cking shit-f*cking crossed the line!