Hella Tradvoll, a Russian lolita, occupation: arms dealer
Hela: I am so beautiful that I can smile beautifully!
Hela: Haha, I'll sell you all the rockets. Date or not?
Hela: Dad... My gastrointestinal motility is normal... Yes... No! Have! Convenience! Secret!
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This is a story about an arms lolita who is a master of keeping a harem and a gentleman who suffers from the phobia of the absence of his subordinates.
(Actually, I didn't think about why I wrote this, I just thought it was fun to expand multiple lines... So I came to commit suicide again...)
It also contains bl and Yunqueda's original cp. It is recommended for those with girlish hearts to read the extra (as long as I can persist...)
BTW, this article involves some military knowledge. If there is any mistake, please point it out gently. After all, I am a girl with a glassy heart~
p. S: I will work hard to update the canteen section! ! ... Maybe...