Akuyaku Reijo no Otouto

Fran would love to hear what I have to say! When I rise to momentum in the wind, I approach the wagon.

I watched in a way that peeked in from the side as I brewed tea and tequila.

"(Wow... wow... smells good. Boulder, chef! I'm also good at making tea. )

I arrange the cookies I made today on a plate next to the prepared tea.

"Excuse me... I've wrapped things in good shape, so mine and Fran's aren't very pretty...

"No! Just enough to eat with Master Troo!," said Fran, who is once again a cocksucker.

"Really...? Then it was good. Shall we eat then?" and I reach for one.

Mr. Fran then mouths the cookies, too.

We silently ate cookies with each other, and when we had two left, Fran said, "Um! Dear Tru... what was your promise earlier...? I've said."

"(Is that? Is that promise valid? I was going to joke.)

Mr. Fran, are you sure it's okay with me?

"Of course!," he tells me in a delicious way.

"Then..." I sat next to Fran, and when I took one cookie, I took it to my mouth.

"Arn." Fran opened his mouth as he said, "Dear Troo!!!" and the kicking immortal of the door.

Me and Fran are surprised. It hardens in that way. From the side, you'll obviously find out I tried to arn. Not to mention my left hand on Fran's thigh.

Imotel says, "Ha ha...!," he glanced at Fran and said, "Fran! What are you doing! scream."

Fran, who was bewitched, said, "Huh!?" I feel sorry for Fran, who is getting smaller, and I open my mouth instead.

"Immortal is what happened until you kicked through the door of my room? ♪ And I peep as I shudder ♪

"Earlier, I saw Fran with a set of tea go into Master Troo's room, and at first I thought Master Troo wanted some tea, but after how long Fran didn't come out, I thought it was an emergency and I kicked through the door...!

"(... yeah... well, I'm not a bad person... because I don't care too much about me...)

Well... I appreciate you worrying about me, but before I kick you in, will you knock on the door? If you still don't hear back, you can kick it.

"Yes... yes! Sorry! Dear Tru...! There's blood on my head!

I said, "Ha..." I sighed, "Mr. Fran, Arn.," he turned again to Mr. Fran.

To her sudden behavior, Fran said, "What... but." but I couldn't help but stick a cookie in Fran's mouth.

Fran said, "Ugh! And I smiled and I said," Delicious? "And I said," Yes... it's delicious. "He responded.

The next time I ask Fran to hold a cookie, I ask him to lift it to my mouth. And I'm like, "It's delicious." "and smile.

Imotel, who watched it silently, collapsed from his knee gawking, "Envy! shouted."

Fran was surprised by the way the Immortal behaved differently, but from what I can tell, it's not particularly surprising.

I can only hear Mr. Fran say, "Thank you for today, I have to deal with Immortal, can I ask you to go home today? I'm sorry I rushed you.," he says.

Fran read the air and said, "Excuse me!" and left.

When I approach the Immortal, which I still regret on my knees, I gently offer a cookie wrap.

"Immortal, we have a decent portion of the immortal, so why don't we eat together?

At that moment, the immortal gets up squeaky and takes to fix his own kicked door. When I fixed it in about 5 minutes, I sat down next to the couch where I sat.

The expression expects to be arned, no heart or close.

I said to the Immortal, "I'm not gonna arn, am I?," he says, handing over the cookie wrap. Immortal said, "... thank you.," but starts eating polypoly and cookies with a blatant depression.

I stared at the depressed immortal for a while and ended up saying, "Just one!" and I'll give you an arn.