10 nen goshi no HikiNiito o Yamete Gaishutsushitara Jitaku goto Isekai ni Ten’ishiteta

"No more! Because underwear that a man likes and underwear that a girl likes is different! Besides... Brother, you know that, right? I told you I'd expose you again if I touched you, didn't I? Ever. '

George and Sacramento homes in Los Angeles, USA.

Before the computer, Sakura was writing on the bulletin board to warn her brother, Eugene. I'm not a maiden anymore. I'm 31, but I feel different. Even though I'm not wearing it in the first place, no woman is OK to show her underwear to unspecified people. No, he might be there, but he would have a slightly special preference.

"I'm home, Sakura! Sakura was faster, apparently. '

"I'll be your grandfather, Mr. Sakura! How's it going, Mr. Eugene? Yeah, yeah, I got the materials from the house! I finally got everything I was asking for in the mail!

Sakura's husband, George, is heard from the entrance hall. Apparently, he's back from work. My friend Lewis was with me today. Today, though.

In its hands, Lewis holds a large number of books and magazines. Looks like clothing material. Large and full of color photographs were used. To too much weight, Lewis' arm was shaking with a pull. He is an Indochist.

"Welcome back, George, and welcome, Mr. Lewis. Um, anyway, bulletin boards are all about clothing and underwear. '

That's what I say. Sakura welcomes you both.

Dosadsa and Lewis leave the material at the living room table.

It is then.

In Sakura's eyes, one magazine catches his eye from among the materials Lewis brings.

It is a black rabbit magazine, famous for its founder's creation of Real Harlem.

"George, Mr. Lewis. What does that mean?

"Oh, this! Sakura's got her eyes on the right place! I figured you'd need this when you think about underwear! It's not just underwear, it's full of men's dreams! I know it's in Eugene's room, but I figured I'd scan the latest version and send it to you. '

Lewis answers without being bad at all. It is a necessary material for research.

By the way, there's not a single book in Eugene's room.

'Already, so do the people on the bulletin boards, but it's not like a guy likes clothes, underwear and girls! Besides, underwear is so complicated right now, isn't it? It's not like we can make it happen from the start!

Sakura slaps a straight opinion on both of us.

Oh, yeah, the two men are dropping their shoulders.

Oh, George likes that, too, and Sakura seems to be in shock at Sakura. The battle underwear that Yamatsuko thinks was different from the battle underwear that Americans want.

Oh I guess I should buy that, it wasn't if you were laughing at Victoria O 'clet or something, no, but already, the two men headed to George's room while Sakura was squealing, etc. Apparently he's going to think about clothes and underwear, in front of the computer. They were men who had just been told but could not be punished.

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Three people lined up at George's work desk. He seems to paint thoughtfully, with paper and pen in his hand.

Because I also use it for work, it may have been George's wisdom eye that bought the large work desk.

'Okay, I got it! Perfect while I am!

It looks like Lewis was the first to finish it.

What was depicted there was a werewolf.

No, it seems to have painted the werewolves and their clothes.

"Yep... Mr. Lewis, I think you're great... Why are you naked in your upper body? Maybe it's okay because you're like a man... and you don't want anything? How many more claws are there? Wolf, but not your own nails, you put them on your wrist? So you took out the zombies that were falling around? Or did you need a zombie?

'What are you talking about, Mr. Sakura! Your torso isn't naked! The point is to put these two thick leather belts on my shoulders in a bat-shape! Now I can express my lightness and sagginess, and, look, besides, I can plug in throwing knives and weapons! I don't know what a man's romance is.'

It does not appear to be naked. Seems like he has a lot of intentions, but Sakura has no idea.

But the quality of the painting is in vain. Though the main job is CG, the handwriting seems to be there as well.

Although it was a mysterious worldview of zombies on werewolves.

'All right, I got it!

Then George declares in a satisfactory voice. Two people just peeking in.

"Oh, that's George! That's good!

'No, no, Lewis' designs are amazing too! I need you to make this and make me wear it over there!

Two men exchanging high touches.

"Yep... Hey, this is obviously a cowboy, right? I really think it's cool, why a cat? Why is the cat laughing at Nihil? And this is a revolver, right? Maybe it's an accessory to cowboys, but it's not in the other world, is it? And who's falling around? Zombies? Zombies? How much we both like zombies!

Apparently George painted a cat tribe cowboy. The red scarf wrapped around his neck is riddled.

And this one's clever.

Even though advertising design is done on computers at best, handwriting is fundamental to consolidating the image. George was also used to it.

"Already, we both ran into a hobby. I knew I had to start with these designs!

That's what I said, Sakura showing the two men the design they painted themselves.

The model looks like Alice.

Yeti kimono with nautical brown shade, braided boots and ribbon on head.

The style of the Dae-jong retro, which is also the boot version, seems to have imagined you since yes.

Cute, but from this kind of design at first, it's a lot of crappy outfit. Sakura also seems to have a unique sensitivity.

And clever. Just like George, Sakura is a designer.

By the way, there were no zombies.

'Oh, okay, Mr. Sakura! Is that it, is this the dress of the woman Ninja?

Lewis utters a mysterious compliment. That's not true.

George stands up, approaches and softly hugs Sakura. He seemed somewhat impressed. I don't know the point very well.

"But this, you still need the moulded paper to make it, right? George, Mr. Lewis, do you have any idea what kind of pattanner you could ask for?

After stuck with George for a moment, Sakura asks me back.

That's right.

No matter how good the design is, it can't be made as it is now.

'Um, I don't know anyone in person... I have a friend with a wide face, so why don't we all go see him next time? I'm a couple,' cause they should know someone who can make costumes. '

"That's Lewis! Then by then, let's design a lot more! I'm starting to get inspired!

Approximately two uplifting men, Sakura gets up and pinches George's clothes. Looks like we need to talk.

"What's wrong, Sakura?

'You know, George... I went to the hospital today... Looks like we got it. Our Babies'

It is a confession of shock.

And it is the timing of the mystery. That's right, she was the woman with Eugene as her brother.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. Apparently too happy for words. I pack the distance in an attempt to hug him, but he seems to have stuck around on the brink. He was a calm man.

"My Gah! Yay, wow, wow, that's awesome, Sakura! What do I do, hey, name, no, on the bed, on the clothes, oh, I wonder if the store is still doing it, what's good with milk, oh, diapers, diapers are good with made-in-Japan, right? I know about that!

George puts his hands on both shoulders of Sakura and wraps them around with a small leap. I wasn't a calm man.

"Already, calm down, George. I'm not born any time soon."

You care about your belly child, you two softly hugging each other.

Lewis to be ignored.

Apparently, it didn't have to be American-style battle underwear like Victor O Asecretto, but Georgially, it was OK.

'You did it, congratulations, both of you! Well, then I'm leaving today, hey, are you listening? No, that's enough, then I'll call you when I have a date to see that couple, hey, are you listening? Enough, I'll text you, bye!

Declare it unilaterally, Lewis going to his car. Looks like it's time to get used to the two worlds that start abruptly.

Same sight as one day, but not evil today. He seems to be blessed.

But even today, Lewis disappeared into the city at night in search of a meeting.

Damn it, tell me where I can go to meet a man of my destiny, take a journey when this happens already, etc.