School is closed today. And Dilk's off, too. That's why it's a date!
The last time Dilk bought me a wine red piece and shoes. Put a bell orchid hairpin on your hair. Dirk laughed happily when he picked him up.
"You look great, Rosalind."
He was also wearing the clothes I chose. Dirk said to me nervously.
"Let's go to my parents' house today. My dad's not here, so nobody's gonna bother me."
"Yes, I'm looking forward to it"
That's why I haven't been to Burton Mansion in a long time.
"I'll call you if you need anything, but otherwise don't stop by the room"
I told the butler who welcomed me and asked him to put me in Dilk's room.
"You don't have anything."
"I live in a cavalier dorm. I wonder how long it's been since I've been in this room... but it could have been like this from the beginning. I don't have any books."
"Book?"
"You like adventure novels. I wanted to see the protagonist of my favorite novel, and I became a knight. I couldn't be like the main character because I was a beast."
"That adventure novel is the origin of Dirk?
"Maybe. Want to read it next time?
"Yeah, read. Okay, Dilk. Take off your jacket?
"Ho, you sure you want to?
Dilk has a rounded tail and his ears are pounding. I wonder if I'm frightened. It's cute.
"I will. How patient I have been...! I endured the temptations of my family, and I endured them! You don't smell it at all!
Dirk leans his nose against my neck.
"Yeah. You only smell me"
Dilk looks very happy.
"So please reward me. Oh, will you allow me to stroke your head to compliment the kids? It's unnatural."
Quickly push the dilk down onto the bed and unplug the button. It's a brilliant muscle. The dilk is thin but firmly muscled.
"Oh, you've also stopped stroking your head? Wait a minute! I haven't beastified yet!
I don't resist telling you to wait, so I nadenade Dirk's abs. Um, hard.
"Yeah. Nor mundane, but I was wondering if I couldn't. I told the kids what happened."
"Hia, ah... ah, it's good to stroke your head. Don't stroke your stomach for now. Tickle."
Dilk turns bright red to his neck and has tear eyes. Cute. Sweet bite your ears as you stroke your chest.
"Nah!? Hey, um, no chest either!
Dilk guarding his chest in a hurry. I wonder if... my adoration will explode. Dilk now looks like a maiden pranked by a bad man. The colour is not hammering.
"Dirk, I won't touch anything else. Dirk alone."
Rub it against your cheeks. I whispered in my ear. I had an unexpectedly sweet voice myself.
"Satisfy me?
"Rosalind..."
Dirk stopped resisting with his tron eyes. Observe his body.
"That's a lot of fine scratches."
Look through the wounds. Every time I look at him, he starts to freak out.
"Oh, feeling, bad?
"Yeah. But I don't think you want Dirk to get hurt too much"
Dirk rubbed against my hand and kissed me.
"Be careful"
"... do so"
It's a job as a knight, so it won't be possible not to get hurt. I'm glad for the kindness that draws my will.
"Well, it's time to beast?
"Oh, uh... you still do?
"Yeah. I told you about Jend, and you're gonna beast him and seduce him. Meet my cravings. I endured. Rather, it's the real deal from here."
"... you haven't punished Jend. Production... yes, I've been pretty tough!?
"I'm not satisfied yet. I want to stroke the dilk and brush it with a moff. I haven't touched a lot yet. It's okay. I'll make you feel better."
"I don't feel okay... uhh... please give me a break"
Dirk beasted and bowed down. Thrill to the neck muscle.
"... smells like soap"
"Ku, I took a bath before I came"
Was it because I had declared it beforehand today? You're a maiden. You're more powerful than me. Why do knights seem to be losing to women lately...
"... without next"
"Why!?
"It's hard to understand the smell of dilk"
"willing to sniff!?
I nicked silently. I'm probably not a smell fetish. Although it is a dilk fetish.
"There's that too, because it won't mark"
"Ah..."
"The Knights have a lot of men, and more beasts these days, haven't they? Only the Beast knows, but I want to be a bug anyway."
"Okay."
And it was sealed and my golden finger was lifted.
"Nyaaa... Phew..."
Black leopards are sexy, right? Dilk entrusting his body to me with tron and swinging eyes... looks like he can put it in color. Your voice is sweet, your tail rubs off… it's in full sweet mode.
"Cute..."
All I can say is moonlight words, but I want to scream this adoration! My dilk is the best in the world! It's a miracle creature!
Pepper, and I was licked in the mouth. When you kiss the bestialized dilk, your hair tickles and tickles. When I stroke my throat, it rattles.
"... Dirk, aren't you getting more beastly? You didn't say that much before, did you?
Dilk solidified with Bisilli. He was unconscious.
"What? Are you saying that to me?
I stroked Dilk's tail silently.
"Nah..."
"... I've been saying it beasts a lot lately. And you're being sweet."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh... the beastiality is probably getting stronger. I also thought when I was Jend, there are times when I can't keep my impulses under control. Sweetness is the beastiality of Rosalind... because it reacts to connection... because I play Rosalind... because I like it."
Korosuki.
Shit, shit, shit, shit! Dilk is too nice Dilk!!
Dirk kissed me softly by unbeautifying me when I couldn't even reply.
"Rosalind said I started laughing a lot."
"Yeah."
"Now I'm much happier than the main character in my favorite novel. Thanks to you. I'm glad Rosalind's here."
"Dilk..."
"So let's go over 18 together. I've always been on Rosalind's side no matter what."
Dirk probably knows my anxiety this time around. To him alone, I have told him everything, including predictions. He should be hard, too, but spoil me as declared.
If it's true, my fiancée didn't have to be a dilk. If only to circumvent my future, perhaps Around Master Alfiej would have been appropriate. Powerfully and competently, he is the perfect partner.
At first there was also a mix of yearnings for game characters. One day, maybe? of the game. He's gone far. Right now, all I see is the dilk in front of me.
"I'm glad I picked Dirk. I want to be with Dirk forever."
That's my... our wish. I embraced him with no force or subtraction or anything as an impulse, crying out. I may have put my nails up on my back. Stick to it as if it were snuggling. Don't let go, I hoped I didn't want to leave. I can't stop crying.
Anxiety about the future, Rosalia's repeatedly creeping fear of an insurmountable 18-year-old… Dirk took me in and continued to stroke me to just forgive me without saying anything.
In my reassuring arms, only when I fell asleep.