All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

Murina, who I met the next day, was a little less than usual.

Starting only with administrative answers from the meeting to within the dungeon, after exploration, you will not be invited to anything in particular. I barely even exchanged private words.

After what happened. Perhaps it is normal to be treated in a relative manner.

It's just that Ren felt a little lonely about it.

I guess it's too selfish to feel lonely about Murina's attitude.

"Ren. Did something happen with him?

"No......"

Ren clouds his tail to the words of a bowman senior who felt the subtle atmosphere between the two.

"Nothing in particular"

That said, I could only deceive you.

"What do you like?"

"Buffoo."

In a seat at a cafe in an alley one way off the main street, the person Len threw the question to was a regular Mr. Sister.

We met on our way home from the dungeon exploration to Slave Girl. Before they gave me all the affirmations, because of this, I was invited to eat something sweet and went into the cafe with them.

So Mr. Regular Sister unwittingly blew out what Ren had heard with a face that looked serious.

"Huh? What do you like, fu, fu, fu, fu, fu... Oh, I can't. I can't. - Hahahaha!

He was a regular Mr. Sister who managed to stir up a laugh, but he passed the limits of patience lightly. Usually she can afford to be older, make her voice play and start laughing.

"Hahaha, uh, crazy no! Nice one, Mr. Ren! I feel so young! hahaha! Exactly! You don't betray my expectations! Ha-ha-ha!

Knock Ren on the shoulder from his seat across the street with a gentle laugh.

When Ren was taken lightly, the regular Mr. Sister finally stopped laughing and turned a good smile by wiping the tears in his eyes.

"Ha, I laughed. I laughed. So? Something wrong? Hey, maybe not with the slave girl, but with the girl who lived with the example, right? That blonde, she's cute, isn't she? What happened?

"Yes, but..."

Regular Mr. Sister grasps the pattern of work, the faces of Ren's party members. I've been told all along, but Ren is disgruntled when he laughs at his serious troubles.

But Mr. Regular Sister doesn't lose his temper.

"I knew it. There you go. Talk to him."

"Why do you seem so happy..."

"Hey, I can't help but enjoy being consulted like this. Teach me not to cover it up."

Mr. Regular Sister is in a good mood to hear such an interesting story, which is hard to hear in the middle of the twentieth.

This attitude is not satisfactory, but it is with Len that I wanted to consult him. Speak honestly even as you have feelings that do not fall into your heart.

"Actually..."

Talk to Mullina without covering her up. It was embarrassing, but the other guy is a much more experienced adult than he is.

It was in the beginning that he was a regular Sister who was nibbling and listening, but after a while his expression changed.

I broke a plate in the dish down to make a difficult face, blushing at the hit of an ahem, and the regular Mr. Sister, who listened to him after he was licked in the finger, had covered his blush with both hands and had a puffy tremor.

"What's up?

"Heh? Oh, yeah. Hey, it's nothing, haha"

Regular Mr. Sister returns to me in response to Ren's suspicious voice. I try to deceive myself once I fan my hands and chill my lit cheeks.

"What is it? Len, you were worried about marrying that kid, or something like that. Well, I, for one, am a clergyman, and I can get into that kind of consultation, yeah."

"No!?

Mr. Regular Sister was a little confused because Ren's story, told naked, was more exciting than I thought. Regular Mr. Sister has been far from being a sex shark since he became a priest, so he couldn't keep up with the vivid stories he'd heard in a long time.

It's about Len, so I thought it was a bit more of a nasty story, but you said it was more sloppy or fleshy than I expected.

In short, it was beyond Mr. Regular Sister's romantic view.

"Um, me, that's what happened, and I don't really know anymore, or I'm not sure how I feel anymore. It's no different to say that I like Slave Girls, but, you know, I'm so shaken up about Mullina."

"Oh, well. Wait a minute. Fingers... fingers, can you...?

I need to talk to you about something else.

"Huh?

When I was a little full, I heard a strange voice wondering if there was anything still there.

Not deeply concerned about such a regular Mr. Sister, Ren took out the letter.

"I got a letter from another girl after the exchange with Mullina."

"... Ren, come on"

Wrinkles creep all the way between my eyebrows to Ren, who has cut out another girl's consultation once again when I think she has been consulted about her relationship with the girl.

"Could it be that Ren didn't have a childhood crush on his hometown? This is the kind of girl I have a relationship with in my family."

"Huh? I was there."

I heard he was going to joke, but he was really there, and that's the place, he exhales heavily.

"Wouldn't that kid come after you, Ren? Let's not do that, that kind of thing. I'm honest, Len. I prefer you, don't I?

"Oh, I'm sorry. In a confusing way. He's dead. That's not true."

"Ah."

I remember 'did' and it was in the past, and I apologize for it.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Too insensitive."

"Never mind. Isn't that common?"

It's not common to be rude, but to have someone close to you die. It is such a commonplace event that it is so commonly discussed in common by many that someone close to them has died, including a boy and girl of his age like Len.

But the casual look on Mr. Regular Sister's face didn't clear up.

"So, Mr. Ren. What? I got a love letter from a pretty girl. - You want to brag about that? I'm Ren. Can I miss you?

"Hey, no."

Initially, that's how familiar I was with Mr. Regular Sister, and now he's so close. She has also been consulted in a different way than slave girls, and is one of those who relies on her.

Ren hastily explains that he must not be compromised.

"I can't read it, this"

"I can't read, so what's wrong with you again?

Literacy rates in this country are pretty good. If you are a resident of a place with a church, you can generally read and write. Letters can be read if they're not so remote, and even as far as Mr. Regular Sister knows, Len has a degree of upbringing to be able to load the divine scriptures he gets from Ez-Ann.

"This is it, can I have a look at it?

"Can I read it?

"I was worried, I was wondering if it was better than staying unreadable... I don't know where he is, even if I want to ask him what he is."

"Well, if that's the case, it makes sense."

Returning the answers being influenced by his faceless predecessors, Mr. Regular Sister receives a letter.

Leaving it because I can't read the letter I got would be a problem. Regular Mr. Sister nods as he glances at the format.

"Oh, I see. I can't do this without you, Ren."

It's not like learning in a temple, it's a broken and connected letter. Because it looks gorgeous, and it is the kind of letter that was used among aristocrats who are now unidentified.

I can read, but keep it small and run my eyes on the content. Carefully written. For a much more formatted format, the text appeared very poorly.

"By getting something like this, are they ladies in a good place?

"Probably. Because he was such a classy kid. The letter was accompanied by branches of plum."

"Hmm? Plum branches. I don't think there's a custom in my country for flowers to be accompanied by tree branches anyway."

To the best of Mr. Regular Sister's knowledge, grasshoppers should have been estranged because branch trees are martial bones anyway. It is the aristocratic society that has lost its identity, but the customs themselves have not completely disappeared. The manipulation, however slightly shaped, remains an upper-class upbringing as the history of the country.

Check the smell. Regular Mr. Sister, who felt a unique smokiness in the smell, diagonal his neck.

"And when it comes to burning incense, not perfume... the child, a foreigner?

"Right."

"I see. You have a mix. He's probably from the East."

Convinced, Mr. Regular Sister folds the letter and returns it to Ren.

"Please communicate, that's what I think. Oh, so, I feel like I want to interact as someone I know. This kid is amazing. I can't believe a foreigner can write a letter in a proper format to this point."

"Oh, you weren't a love letter"

"Why does it seem a bit unfortunate?

"Ah, ha."

Smiled and pompously stabbed, Ren laughs deceptively. There's something I was hoping for.

"But you know a lot about it"

"Uh, yeah. Sort of."

To Ren's doubts, Mr. Regular Sister laughs deceptively.

But when it comes to correspondence, it's Ren who has trouble handling it. If it's a love sentence, I say no, but if it's about being friends, there's no reason to say no.

"What shall we do, this"

"Isn't that okay? correspondence, if you do."

"Huh? But..."

"It involves the first consultation, but you know, Len, I think we could try to expand our relationship a little bit more."

The difficulty of being taught how to deal with girls in very narrow interactions is how I feel when I hear you talk to Murina.

Plus, I don't think regular sisters can interact privately with heterosexuals because they have kids who like them and say they like them.

Even myself, it means I can't meet Ren this way.

"Friends of the opposite sex, why don't you make one, and you'll know what feelings you like? Mr. Wren, you must be liking or being liked before we become friends, right?

"Yes, if you ask me, I do......!

"That sort of thing. Experience everything!... Oh, if I did something unrestrained, I'd be angry, right?

From the common contact point of being a slave girl, I was able to make tea when I met her face and get along as easy as talking to her. Ren was not the only one who felt spared cutting that edge.

"Even if they're heterosexual, it's not like they're having trouble, is it?

I guess it's a little sloppy.

Regular Mr. Sister cheered at his friend with a difference in age, even though he thought so to his advice, which also contained personal emotions.