After midnight, I put my hips down on the couch, and I lay still.
Food and daily items were roughly all set. If there is a problem, is it about a bath? I have a handmade shower outside in the warehouse, but it's a simple substitute.
Well, I have hot water, so can I just bring it in for a big tarai and wash my body there?
And then we have to take care not to be found by faculty and security.
"Get some sleep."
That's just sleepy. This morning, no. Yesterday already. I barely slept.
When I closed my eyes, my consciousness sucked into the darkness as soon as I could.
When I opened my eyes, I glanced at the glare. Right, did you fall asleep with the indoor light on?
Blurred vision gradually becomes clearer, showing an irreplaceable view.
"How long have you slept?
I tried to check my watch but there is no watch on my left wrist.
When I pounded my tongue and lowered my arm, I exhaled.
I liked the watch a lot, but she gave it to me because she said she wanted a real harp. Because of this, the inside was completely rotten, and I exchanged promises to give him the watch I had in my room as a spare, and I managed to put the place away.
Buy yourself a watch or two.
In a warehouse without a single window, check the clock, or if you don't go outside, you don't know the difference between day and night.
"You slept for about an hour."
I got up off the couch, and when I made a big stretch, I bit the yawn to death, got up and headed to the door.
I close my eyes trying to sleep, instantly lose my memory, and I feel like I opened my eyes immediately.
I would have liked to have slept a little more, but not strangely.
"What? You're lying..."
When I opened the door, I glanced at the dazzling light, confused at the same time.
The sun is already rising. That's in the morning. Was I so asleep?
"Instead of a nightmare, you didn't even dream. This is the guy who sleeps like mud..."
Even in the morning, the sun is not up yet. If so, around six o'clock?
Inhale the cold air and stretch your back again.
I don't feel bad.
I headed to the school building early, and I checked my phone when I got to my seat.
Fifteen incoming calls. It was all emailed and sent alternately by True Harp and Rikanaka to compete.
The content is the same for both of us. What are you doing, those two idiots?
Kikivich's incarceration is going to start today, but whether it starts in the morning or in the evening was going to change depending on the circumstances.
I want to be imprisoned in the morning, if possible. The reason is that if Kikivich goes to school and breaks up with True Harp or Foster Chung, he will take ten and eighty-nine pills.
It may be even more so now if you take it scattered, but if you decide to do it, you will likely take it again where you have been imprisoned and discontinued.
Finally, it's a mess. And it's the first thing that matters.
There was no particular suspicion in the e-mail, and it was spelled out that Kirbitch had accepted to stay in a foster home. That means you're supposed to have the kid bitch locked up in a warehouse.
The operational decision starts in the evening. Was it still tough in the morning? But I can't help it. Let's just say he did well in foster care.
Since then, True Harp and Rikanaka have had a mean stakeout over the email. They must have been texting me side by side.
You're really close.
And the last email came from my brother.
Explain that you have obtained the flu certificate, that the flu is a new virus, and that the date and time of diagnosis is tomorrow evening.
That's right, brother, the flu can rest in silence for a week as long as you have a medical certificate. Public undertreatment is probably the limit for a week or so, but there are individual differences in recovery. Even if the illness itself is cured, it can also be explained sufficiently that the illness reduces your health and prevents you from attending school.
I can rest at least a week, plus about two days without being suspicious. And delaying the date of the medical certificate will only increase the time off.
The incarceration starts this evening, but the muscle says the kid bitch is going to get sick tomorrow morning. And I took a break from school and tried to recover, but my condition deteriorated around noon. But there's only a housekeeper in the house, and it's hard to tell.
I thought if I slept, it would heal, but it gets worse every time I chase time, and in the evening True Harp returns home. That's where I discovered the kid bitches who are getting high fever. He immediately went to the hospital, where he was diagnosed with the flu.
And well, this would be it. And even tomorrow evening, it would be perfect if we contacted the teacher in charge of the kid bitch and submitted his medical certificate the morning after tomorrow.
This adds a day a week. And plus two days by making excuses for losing health and not being able to attend school.
In other words, it was possible to imprison him for at least ten days, or nearly two weeks if he worked hard.
Imprisonment should be as long as possible. But if the incarceration is prolonged, you are more likely to be suspected for that amount only.
Make sure that Jinqin keeps in touch with her parents every day, and make sure she goes home every day. And if my parents came home abruptly, they would be fine that day if "coincidentally” Kikivich matched his mouth saying he was going to stay at a friend's house and had him explain it to them in foster care.
The problem is housekeepers. Even though I wouldn't intervene in how much privacy, two weeks would be just as tight.
"It would be easier if the housekeeper incarcerated with me, just like that..."
Involving the unrelated is unwillingness. I really don't want the kid bitch out of the warehouse, but I can't help it. Do you want me to go home to my parents several times with True Harp and foster surveillance?
But no matter how carefully you monitor it, you don't know where you're hiding it. I cannot dispel the possibility of taking it by poking a flash of clearance. And if I take it, I'll start over at that point.
Is there any good way to round up the housekeeper? We'll be able to vacate the house for the first few days without any problems, so we have to figure out how to deal with it until then.
Lunch break, I found myself in foster care in the hallway, but I was surrounded by a few girls students and they were bickering.
Looks like you've been blending into your surroundings since your first day at school.
"Hi, it's Sacred to be a breastfeeder, it's nice to meet you."
Seems to be spreading all around me saying that. Yesterday I was bored and depressed by shame, but I have already switched my mind and used rumors and used them as weapons. That's all I'm saying.
A shadow hidden behind the locker in the corner of the hallway stared at him like he was going to shoot the rest of the house.
"Uh, hey."
A person with a face out of the shadow of a locker and a gaze following him through foster care as if he were a stalker. Large eyes that tend to sauce on long dark hair. And fine skin like white magnet and a big swell that pushes your chest up.
It's the true harp that turned away from the synonym of clarity and pity and became Ogasawara the breast milk.
Makoto, who is biting his thumbnails critically, continues to stare into the foster care with his blood-running eyes. The caregivers who haven't noticed it gush around as breast milk caregivers and are already popular.
No, I looked sideways at Chirali and True Harp for a moment in foster care. And I laughed niggly. I'm aware of it. Rikanaka notices that True Harp is hiding and watching.
"Castle Island?
"Huh?"
Close to me hiding in the shadow of the classroom door, my voice suddenly sounded.
Looking back, I see a female student standing in front of me. Muragoe of the same class, Muragoe, isn't it, uh, you don't know the name below. Well, look, Murakoshi can handle it.
"There's something I don't know about knitting, can you tell me?
Murakoshi is offering me the knitting I had in my hand when I said that.
Damn it, do it yourself about knitting. If you can't, give it up.
"Oh, I'm so wrong in front of you. Can I solve it once? I'll knit right up to the same place."
"Ugh! Please!
Upon receiving the knitting and answering that, Murakoshi managed to keep his head down with a grin.
I have no choice. I'd ignore it, but there's been a sharp decline in the number of students talking to me. It's caused by rumors that you're not even busy, but that's why the students you talk to are valuable. There will be no harm in selling thanks.
The knitting was unraveled to the middle of nowhere, sassy and braided to its original location.
"Awesome! Rumor has it you're a good knitter, Castle Island. Eh!
Muragoe raised his voice and made a noise. Somehow, he struck his inner tongue.
Shut up, don't make a big noise. And it's Castle Island. If you want to call me Castle Island, call me Castle Island, you bastard.
"Uh, here it is, like this, so you grab your finger here, and this way, you see, it's gonna work, right?
"Uh-huh! Finger thin. Eh! My skin is white, and I smell good!
Muragoku, who has been suffocating, manages to crack Sung Sung's nose and smell me.
I want you to stop because that's just creepy.
"... are you listening? Do you hear me?
"I'm listening. I'm listening! Hey, hey, what else is Castle Island good at?
Muragoku, who has given himself even more, safely pulled the sleeve of my uniform with a quick pull, staring with sparkling eyes.
Something you're good at? That said, I never really thought about it.
I'm not good at exercising one way or the other, and I'm the president of the school year for once, but I've never thought I was good at it because of my brother.
If you say you're otherwise good at it, what is it? Like a woman's tutoring? You can't tell me that.
Hmm, Huado is somewhat twisted, but I was told it wasn't bad. And it was funny inside. I learned a lot about tea ceremonies, but I don't hate that kind of loneliness. And it can be the name of sundance.
If you think about it this way, none of this can be described as masculine. Well, I'm basically an indoorsman.
"And I'm good at... ki, muscle tres and running, yeah"
I'm not lying, I'm not lying. I do muscle tresses every day, and I run as much as I can.
"Huh? So Castle Island could be a hidden macho?
Muragoku, who opened his eyes to surprise, managed to touch my chest again with relief.
When I realized, Murakoshi and several other female students managed to surround me. Besides, I just said a few people moved into action, and my gaze during the class was focused on me.
This is a chance. It's my chance to stick with solid evidence that I'm a man.
We may not be able to dispel rumors of faggots, but we may be able to dispel rumors of men's clothing women alone.
"Well, if you take it off, it's surprisingly awesome, I am."
That's what I said and removed the first button on my uniform.
"Hey, muzzle me. It's a lot of trouble to take it off here."
Muragoku managed to stop me from taking off my uniform jacket, which suddenly began to warm up.
"Why not? There's nothing wrong with a guy like me taking off my jacket, is there?
Muragoe managed to shake off some deterrence and when he removed all the buttons, he threw his jacket off sully. At that moment, several male students blushed and turned away.
Hey, what's that reaction? Look, look at you, you son of a bitch. Though my chest would be pungent. It's a man. I am. I don't care what you think.
After school, he left the school building to decide on an incarceration operation for the kid bitch. Along the way, I switched from inner to outer wear in the shoebox at the lift mouth, but there was a letter inside that shoebox.
"Kuck, kuck... it's not funny dude"
The footprint is heavy. I kind of lost my motivation for a lot of things.
The letter is a love letter, and I've only gotten a few of those kinds of things. So I was a little happy to be honest.
But if the sender of the letter were a woman,
"I got my first love letter when I went to high school... man"
Blue Western envelope. On its front side, it says "To the castle island" by hand.
And on the back, the sender's name. It said Mizuzawa Buddha.
Your last name is Mizusawa. And his name is Butsu? I'm not a hothead, am I? Somehow, an unusual name, but definitely a man.
The grades aren't written, but sophomores don't have guys with names like this. No, I don't know the full name of every student of the same grade, but I would remember such an unusual name.
In that case, it would be freshman or third grade.
I won't try. Don't you dare. Why do I have to get a love letter from a man? I'd like to get rid of it, but I need to keep an eye on the contents.
I don't want to read it. I really don't want to read it though.
We arrived at the warehouse and opened the door. The door is slightly heavy today.
"Ah, brother!
"It's late, Mr. Castle Island."
"Good day, Aoi."
"Welcome home, sir"
Enter the warehouse dripping and gently raise your hand to return the greeting. And when I closed the door, I locked it.
Is the kid bitch already here because of his voice? The operation seems to be going well, but my motivation is in vain.
But if you don't get in the mood. Besides, he must never know that I got a love letter from a man.
If he finds out, he'll definitely be toyed with. True harp won't be amused about that. No, even if you get a love letter from a guy, you might be jealous. So true harp is fine, the problem is foster care and kid bitch. These two are dangerous. They'll make fun of you for sure.
"Let's get started. Hey Shinji and Rikanaka, tie Shizuka up for now. Just tie your hands behind your back. I drink tea first. Oh, don't worry, I'll brew myself."
I walked bluntly with the items and gave instructions to the three of them.
Anyway, I want a hot cup of tea. So let's take a breath and get back in the mood.
"Ok! Good luck, they'll tie you up!
I heard a cheerful reply from the kid bitch. You're going to get locked up for trying. There will be no shards of tension, or more positive incarceration.
"Rikai, why don't we go to bed, Shizuka?
The next voice I heard in foster care. I am calm as usual. After all, the presence in foster care is huge. If only this was true harp, it would have been quite a struggle.
"Copy that! Aoi's orders, so no matter how much Shizuka, I won't forgive you!
The voice of Makoto, who sounded like he was being subjected to a voice in foster care. Obviously burning a sense of confrontation all over the inside. And there will be jealousy.
Anyway, popular since the first day of school. An inner pussy who stares at one or its popular people from the shadow of a locker and bites his nails.
Tanaka and I seem to be quite close, but I guess it's not as patchy as breaking a belly and talking.
Rather than being jealous inside the popular, he probably misses feeling like he was taken into foster care.
But, well, it won't be a problem. If you're in the middle of it, you'll realize that, and you'll never leave the true harp alone.
I feel like I left you alone today to punish the true harp.
"Master, what should I do?
And I heard it. - Hmm? Your husband?
When I looked up, I walked towards the bed with Kibich, Makoto and in foster care. And the maid standing next to the couch.
Ha!? Made!? Why is there a maid here?!?
When I turn to True Harp and foster care in a hurry, they are both flat. It's a nose song that leads to kid bitches.
That is to say, it accepts the existence of a maid.
likely to be a facial acquaintance of any of the three.
With the exception of foster care, then it's true harp and kid bitch. The maid, from what I've seen, is about late teens to early twenties. I don't think he's a friend of the kid bitch's, but that's the same for the true harp.
Then the faculty? No, then it's weird to be flat. Besides, there would be no such thing as a faculty in maid clothes.
In short, I don't know why, but if something unexpected happens, you should put me in touch. To say that there was no such thing would mean that there was no particular problem.
If so, there is one left. I'm dressed as a maid and the three of them aren't on guard. I also feel like that's the only way to think about it, but that's just unexpected.
That maid, the Ogasawara housekeeper?
But why didn't you report it to me? Why is it flat? I don't care what you think, it's unexpected.
"Ri Zhong"
I called in a foster home while I put the maid in the corner of my sight as I stopped.
The maid is standing next to the couch, looking at me without a single movement.
"Hmm?"
As I rode on the bed and prepared to tie up the kid bitch, I looked up at me and tilted my neck.
Why did they call you? Don't look like that. That's where the maid is. There's a maid standing there who I don't know. And you're staring at me. He called me your husband or something, and he seems to be asking for orders.
You need to explain, don't you? Look, that's common sense, right?
"Come here for a second"
"Yes, yes."
When I called in frustratingly, I saw True Harp when I stood on the bed during the foster home, which jumped a little while happily replying.
"Mr. Castle Island is your nominee, so I'm going for a minute. Soooo!
That's what I said to provoke him. In foster care, he tongued out pero toward the true harp. And he comes at me whispering his nose and skipping.
"Shit, why all the seniors in foster school"
"So-so Makoto, look, tie Shizuka's hand as your brother ordered. Maybe your brother will give you a compliment if you're good at it?
A kid, lying down on the bed and turning his hands behind his back, devoured and tied his teeth to make a stare at the back of his foster care.
Hey Jinqin. I'm worried about the guy who's tied up and locked up. Is that okay with you?
"What's going on?
A foster child who came all the way in front of me tilted his neck as he put his hands behind his back. Are you really not questioning the status quo?
"What's the matter, there's a maid. There's a maid. That's crazy, isn't it? Why are you so flat?"
As he bent over and leaned over to his foster ear, he whispered in a whisper as he alerted the maid.
"Oh, Mr. Castle Island's whispers are frightening."
During the foster care, which was dyed with pop cheeks, he shook blurtly and raised his sweet voice.
The sound of something hanging up in my brain buzzes and I lift my right hand up sassy. And he rolled out the decopin faster than the inside cramped his face and pulled himself out.
"Yikes! Decopin, stop it!
"Shut up. Okay, we're pretty confused over here. Explain it to me."
He fed Bishi and Decopin, holding his forehead with both hands and grabbing the root of the blurry inside, staring at him with all his might.
"To? Explain? Explanation is all about keeping track of the situation because Im saying that I will explain myself and that I have explained it properly..."
"Explain? I didn't get that. And I'm Im."
"Huh? Im the name of the housekeeper at Makoto's house. He's the maid there, though? Is that it? You really don't know anything?
He looks at the maid and answers me.
I got confused without knowing anything, but Foster Chung seems confused knowing I don't know anything.
"Stupid or you. I missed it. If something unexpected occurs, it will be basic to contact them immediately. What are you doing?"
I didn't know Rikanaka was this stupid. That's the biggest surprise.
"We had a situation here, too. Im the housekeeper at Makoto's house, right? If that housekeeper cooperates, you know Castle Island has a pretty good chance of getting suspicious, right?
"Right? You're not, idiot. I certainly have nothing to say if I can round up the housekeeper at True Harp's house. But there wasn't even any information that the maid there was the housekeeper."
"Because he said he'd explain it properly. I thought it was coming through."
"It's not like that. It doesn't even convey it at all."
While inside making excuses for Daimon, I can't get my mouth shut open with a fright.
"Enough excuses. Anyway, explain how it happened."
"Okay, I'll explain, so don't decopin it. Mr. Castle Island's decopin really hurts."
When I raised my right hand softly and took Decopin's position, the middle of my tears covered my forehead with both hands softly.
What's wrong with Decopin? If you want to, you can do it.
"Im like living and working at Makoto's house."
Living in, that's a pain in the ass. If you would have come home on time, there would have been no excuse for the kid bitch to have gone home after that, but that excuse doesn't work in the dwelling.
"If you live in it, you're in trouble, aren't you? If Shizuka doesn't come back soon, they're going to suspect me. So yesterday, when I stayed at Makoto's house, I put a lot of exploration into it. I was just wondering if I could be so flexible."
Hmm, that's foster care. There are no errors in that behavior.
"Then I hung up a lot because it seemed harmless. And then I fell off."
"Ah?"
Did you fall? Oh, come on, Mr. Reichung, did you just say you fell off so badly?
"Then report it at that point! Report immediately! You were playing!? Were you even playing without Baba again!?
"Play with me. - No, I didn't unplug you! But I was gonna call you right away. Yikes! But Makoto stole my phone's battery and ran away!
"Kids! You're not playing, you son of a bitch!
"Don't tell me! Did you text Mr. Castle Island? After that, Makoto was so rotten! Senior Rikanaka sent me an e-mail with a longer sentence, or the sentence itself sells the melancholy, or something!
"I don't know! That's your problem! Send me all the extra emails!
What is your favorite food? Or do you prefer lions or giraffes? Or don't you want to picture it when you see the water reservoir? Why don't you let me know what's at stake when you can afford to send a bunch of unexplained emails?
Most of the time, it was Makoto's email that I didn't understand.
"Im telling you to cooperate after I emailed Mr. Castle Island! Then they drained my cell phone battery and chased me around the house and I fell asleep tired!
"I fell asleep! It's not like that, idiot! It's not the other way around! Then come tell me directly! Though I would have had a day today!
I can't reach you within yesterday because I'm not convinced, but I'll give you a hundred steps to forgive. But I would have been at school this morning.
If that Im the one who missed him yesterday, I would have been able to report as much at school today. Yet the breast milk man is sacred! Where was I taking a laugh when I said something like that?
"Yes, I was going to tell you that Im going to tell you that I want to explain myself. If you want me to cooperate, I need to believe you to some extent. Otherwise, I'd be in trouble if I lost my temper."
You want to explain yourself? I hope so. I didn't hear anything.
"I know that's why you're not listening. Why don't you honestly believe me because I'm going to explain myself? On the contrary, it could be a trap to explore our actions. That's how much you know. Not like you."
Trust them to help. That's not bad. But what if I really trust you? Although it would be common sense to pretend to trust you and keep your hands around.
As a result of trusting me now, I didn't get the information.
"You should have reported that Im to me so he wouldn't notice. If only I'd explained it properly, I'd have to keep my mouth shut."
"I don't like that. If you believe me, I want to believe you."
Foster who turned a pussy away at my words. What is this businesslike attitude? Am I the bad one? No, you're not. I'm not saying you're the only one to blame, but I'm sure it's as useless as you'd expect from a true harp. You're solid on that, so you'll expect it. What are you going to do if you betray that expectation?
"Shit, you're probably a pain in the ass too."
Disgusting toward the foster care, frustration solicits in the foster care with a face up and a tongue out.
Good job of flexing the housekeeper. But there's so much foolishness in not reporting it to me. One wrong step could have ruined everything.
But, well, I would have used any means I could have contacted you if I thought foster care was really dangerous, too. Besides, Im a really harmless guy because Makoto knows him very well and is also flat.
I largely understand the situation. Then why don't we talk about it in person?
I didn't want to involve irrelevant people if I could, but I have to ask them to cooperate, even if it's more than they know.
Leaving evidence as the worst accomplice and sealing his mouth with threats?
"I'll talk to you for a second"
"You just have to do that from the start. Because I know it's harmless."
He walked out on me, and Ryokanaka was sarcastic. You seem to be in a bad mood for scolding me, but you're wrong to hit me.
"Mr. Castle Island's Barca"
To the voice I called from behind, I stop walking perfectly.
"... is, you bastard"
I turned around and dashed hard towards the inside.
"Temeeri, you bastard! I'm gonna rip you naked and stick a sausage in your anus, Cora!
"Ha-ha, when Mr. Castle Island's boiling point is low, it's a little fun because you can get it covered"
He jumped inside standing up and tried to strip off his uniform jacket he was wearing.
I'm in foster care dyeing my cheeks and laughing happily. It's only now that we can afford it. I'll stick the polar sausage I bought in as food into my anus and let it excrete in front of a true harp or kid bitch to bore you to shame.
"Wait a minute!
True harp has broken in there. And start taking your own uniform off.
"Well, don't interrupt me, Makoto! I'm the one who made Mr. Castle Island care! It sucks to try to deprive people of their merits!
"Life is so intelligent! It's true harp to have sausage included!
"It's in Makoto's head that's so intelligent. Yikes!
"Cutchen! That was just the true harp when I was a dick too!
The two people who followed me together began to compare their powers by combining their hands.
Oh, already, do it on your own.
"Oh, um... brother"
As I walked out towards the couch, I heard voices coming from the side of the bed. Turning his gaze toward his voice, he looks like a kid bitch rolling into bed with his hands tied behind his back.
"Are you incarcerated? Fun play party?
A blue-blue muscle appeared on the temples of the kid bitch, who grinned and murmured like that.
I know, I know, I know how you feel painfully well.
I arrived on the couch and saw the maid standing beside it.
Katyusha with lace on head and apron dress with white and black tones.
It's a maid, an easy to understand maid.
Because Japanese costumes are fundamental for our servants. I'm not very familiar with Western-style servants, but I know about maids.
"Uh, uh, Mr. Im, right?
He's less tall than me, but he's clearly older. For now, it's easier to stand up and see how things go because there are too few ingredients to determine if you deserve credit for that.
"Yes, it's Im, I say Im Mizuzawa. I'm Im putting the Buddha on Yi and M."
The maid, who said so with no expression, bowed politely and deeply. And when I raise my face, I correct my posture.
There is no expression, but there is an atmosphere that seems serious because of the well-stretched spine and its standing.
Nevertheless, Im referring to Buddha as a different name or an unusual way of introducing him.
Hmm? Buddha? Is that it?
He reached into the back pocket of his trousers in a hurry and retrieved the letter he was putting in.
Mizuzawa Buddha. The name of the sender written on the back of that letter. Was he or was this maid Mizuzawa Buddha?
I thought he was a man after all, but I didn't know he was a maid.
"Oh, that's a letter that Im putting inside your husband's shoebox"
A maid who saw the blue western envelope in my hand still uttered words without changing her expression.
"Did you get a look inside? I wrote a heartfelt favor for Im."
"Oh, no, sorry, I hadn't seen it yet"
Was the explanation about this? You were trying to explain it to me for once. But it's hard to understand.
I opened the envelope, took the letter out of it, and opened the letter, which was broken in two.
- Don't fire me.
The paper had a big fat man and a sentence about it. Nothing else has been written. It doesn't say anything at all.
Now what do you want me to understand? No, I've heard some circumstances from foster care, so it's troublesome to be explained in a letter now, but what the hell do you tell me to look at this and understand without knowing anything?
Take your gaze off the letter and look at the maid. And I swallowed gokuri and spit.
Could it be the same type as this maid, True Harp? Just give me a break. Idiots are getting too far in time.
"Im a throwaway. I think he probably got dumped because he's retarded. I'm really retarded. I haven't been to much school either. I don't know much about studying either. You can only do what you're told, and sometimes you can't do what you're told."
A maid who talks pale without changing her expression. That's a lot of masochistic character for a faceless look. Reminds me of someone else.
"Im wrapped in cloth when i was being dumped. It said Buddha on that cloth. I thought maybe he was going to die, so he wrote to me that if he died, he could go to heaven. I think the parents who gave birth to Im a kind person."
I opened my eyes when I heard the words. A kind person? A kind person? Koz, are you serious?
It's a faceless thing, so I can't tell if it's serious or a lie. But can you tell me that you're a kind person to write about your parents who abandoned you, even if they were lying, and Buddha on the cloth they were wrapping?
"It was Mizuzawa-sama who picked up Im. It was Grandma. He died six years ago. The house I lived in is gone. I couldn't even go to school. Im nowhere to go anymore. Im retarded, so I'll be fired right away. But Master Ogasawara hired such an im. Im going to do my best, so dont fire me"
Having said that and bowed his head deeply again, the maid does not try to raise his head this time.
"Oh, head up... please"
"Yes."
To my words, the maid looked at me with her head up.
Is there nowhere to go? Shit, for me, that word is a heirloom sword. Weak when they say that.
It's harder than anything to have no place. Because I can understand that so painfully.
Besides, if what the maid said was true, she would have lived a spectacular life incomparable to mine.
And what do you mean, you don't want me to fire you? I know if you're going to tell True Harp or Kid Bitch, but it doesn't make sense to you to tell me.
"Oh, I'm not going to fire you, but I don't think that's what you're supposed to tell me."
"But Makoto-san and Shizuka said. Mr. Castle Island said it was your two masters. Im your husband's husband, so I don't know, but Castle Island is Im your husband. And I heard that Mr. Castle Island will be the owner of the Ogasawara family in the future. The Lord is the greatest man in that house. Im aware of that as well. So I said," I hope you don't fire me. "
To the maid who spoke pale, my vigilance broke in seconds.
Words that Rikanaka was saying, harmless people. Zhenqin also said yesterday. I need to pinch my mouth in private at all.
I imagined a more crisp working human being, but that prediction was out of line.
If he's like this, you don't have to stand any longer. Then let me go on the ground.
"When you listen to anything I say, is that what you say?
Once in a while I asked, the maid nodded cocoon.
"Im listening to anything your husband orders. You can ask anything you just ask. But Im retarded, so whether or not I can is a different story. I'll try, but I'm sorry if I can't."
And I bowed my head deeply.
Well, that's somewhat masochistic, but unusually honest. I also feel similar to this sense of contradiction, true harp, but I also feel like something completely different.
If True Harp has a dog, is this the abandoned dog? Honestly, but I don't trust people. Obey to live, but never trust. Nevertheless, I have no intention of betraying you.
What the hell kind of life have you been living? I'm sure he's scolded me by the head and scolded me. I guess what I cultivated there was honest obedience, demeaning myself, setting up opponents, and not insisting.
"Do you like Makoto?
I felt certain and asked questions.
"Master Makoto is your husband"
The words returned are largely what I expected.
"I like Shizuka."
"Love it!
That was the first emotional look the maid showed that was faceless.
Again?
"Right, okay. Don't worry, I won't fire you."
"Thank you, sir"
Exactly for a moment, the exploding emotions lurk immaculate and bow their heads in a pale, faceless manner.
This maid doesn't go well with true harp. It's a very similar type of thing, so I guess I can only see the true harp as just sweet.
Perhaps this maid was watching over the true harp, which was blocking it by itself with responsibility.
Myself of a situation where there is no one to rely on, and Makoto who did not rely on no one to rely on. Naturally, you don't care.
I don't rely on anybody and I don't bother anybody. That weighs more on the word if he says it like a maid, but it's not convincing if true harp says it.
Because I depend on my surroundings just because I'm alive, and I'm causing trouble. I can't talk about people, either.
The kid bitch on the other hand is a real sweetheart, but that's why this maid favors the kid bitch.
The kid bitch is weak, because he can't live without relying on someone, and he needs himself, so I guess this maid likes the kid bitch thing.
You rely on me. That's what you need to do, and at the same time, be where you are.
When the kid bitch was rough, the housekeeper said he had changed a few times. And he said he settled in this maid.
I'm sure this maid would have been happy, even if the kid bitch had gone wild. Refractive, but I can't wait to love you about the kid bitch crying out for help.
However, the position of housekeeper and the fear that he would be fired if he did anything extra inhibited this maid's behavior.
"You said Im."
"Yes, sir"
The maid, who kept her head down, looked at me with her head up with my words.
This turned out to be interesting. Now I'm just a dump dog, but depending on what I do, this maid, don't turn into a...
There's some fragile part of it, kid bitch, but if you let this maid worry about it, she could be a powerful watchdog.
"As the future owner of the Ogasawara family, I give you my first and final order."
"Yes, say anything. I'll do anything Im able to do."
My luck in becoming the owner of the Ogasawara family involves a lot of time, but okay, let's go out with Nori.
Besides, the fact that he calls himself retarded makes it easy to understand.
"Protect Shizuka, that's it."
The same faceless maid reacted picklessly to my words.
"Yes."
And I replied quietly and nodded. Nothing seems to have changed at first glance, but the color of my eyes has obviously changed.
It doesn't translate to the orders I've received so far. Extremely simple and extremely elusive. There is no right answer, there is no end.
There's no guarantee that kid bitch won't take his meds, even if he's released from jail. In the end, it's a battle of patience. But if the kid bitch has tough patience, there's no need to imprison him in the first place. Because there is a problem there, the anxiety element remains even after the detention is lifted.
Then I thought I needed a dedicated sponsor. The right person is in front of me.
"Honest and good. Then I'll reward you up front."
"Huh?"
The maid tilted her neck at me when I laughed at her.
"Shizuka belongs to you. It's your master, and it's your property. Suck it on your lips, pick your nipples. You can like to stick your arm in your ass hole anymore. I'll forgive you."
My words were stained peachy with the made-up cheeks that shook my eyes.
Cool, it's good. Apparently, you're willing to go that way. Inner Chung is overwhelming in terms of technology, but I don't have a lesbian hobby in foster care. Those feelings are what you tell them when you overlap your skin.
I mean, one less disloyal feeling right now.
Though true harp is inferior to skill, the presence of a sister only creates a sense of disloyalty. That causes the kid bitch to get lost, and his mind doubles his comfort that I don't think he can, it's supposed to, because it's a true harp, I can't say anything.
In that regard, this maid is good. Very usable. My servant teaches my husband. And an overly submissive servant flaunts his master as he pleases. What a wonderful sense of disloyalty.
But now you have eight hands. Eight hands will blame the kid bitch at the same time. You'll know what's ahead of pleasure, but the kid bitch is really going crazy.