I hear something from afar.
That sound, which was heard slightly, gradually grew louder.
Electronic sound that sounds continuously. It's not an alarm clock. Looks like someone's pushing the intercom around.
"... uuuuuuuu"
When you hit the back of your head, you wear the futon from your head.
Hmm? Futon? Why am I sleeping in a futon? I don't think I have a futon in my room.
Face out of the futon and look around.
The light slipping through the gaps in the curtains was telling the morning, but the interior was dim.
"My room... right?
No matter how dim it is, you can't go wrong with your room. You slept in your room in the first place, so you should wake up in your room.
"Yesterday, yesterday..."
Yesterday morning, I brought the materials from the assembled tub into the warehouse, and after school was over, I quickly headed back to the condo.
Only some of the ingredients I carried in the morning. There were still a lot of ingredients left. I went back to get the rest of the ingredients. And to keep it out of sight, it was brought into the warehouse after dark.
About four round-trips between the apartment and the school, I managed to almost finish transporting it, but the time was late at night.
If I could use a rear car, I would have done it once, but I couldn't get the convenience of the home center side renting out the rear car.
I have to borrow hot water when I bring it in. Hot water cools down while carrying the polytank on foot is just as tough.
Some bath heaters boil bath water with electricity, so consider buying them.
That's right, and why am I sleeping in a futon? That's the problem.
Wake up your torso and stretch as you bite down your yawn.
My whole body hurts because I carried heavy baggage. But he seemed to have exploded like mud so much that he never even remembered sleeping. I don't feel bad because of you.
It used to be a nightmare if I slept, so it was painful to sleep. But not these days.
Sometimes, true harps come out of dreams, and in some ways they are worse than before.
"Uh, I can't let you. What the hell is going on in the morning..."
Not sleepy, but some idiot is hitting the intercom in a row. Only one idiot would do such a stupid thing.
Over the past few days, I've been in foster care with a rotation and decided to stay in the warehouse.
By the way, Makoto is letting me go home. True Harp's parents basically seem to be away from home, but if they come home abruptly, there's something wrong with True Harp and Kikivich both being away. For this reason, we are assuming an emergency, so that we can return the true harp home and respond ad hoc.
That's in front of the building, and if you let True Harp stay in the warehouse, that idiot could live in the warehouse. If that happens, that warehouse could be where the true harp is.
That's where I am. It's my castle. It's mine alone. And yet, if that's where the true harp is, I'm sure he'll say this to me.
- Welcome home.
Yes, when I go into the warehouse, that idiot must smile all over at me and say "Welcome home”.
You'd take it for granted that this is your place, and my place to go.
I can't do that. That's not all you can do. If they say, "Welcome home," etc., I...
I'm sure I'll get weaker.
"Damn, you're an abominable idiot"
I feel like the stray of the true harp is getting lost day by day since the foster school came over here and got stuffy with the true harp and one.
He was originally a pig rushing idiot, but still felt a dark shadow behind him. That's definitely getting thinner.
The cause is definitely inside. Rikanaka provokes the true harp and blows fights, but she will never do anything to determine the trauma of the true harp. He manipulates well so that the true harp is not depressed, and then burns his sense of confrontation.
He's doing things like sending salt to his enemies, talking about caging my kids.
I don't see the benefits of being in foster care. That's why I don't know what his prospects are.
"He's in foster care, what are you doing?"
"You don't want anything, do you? Speaking of which, I just want to compete with Makoto, who is at full strength. It doesn't make sense if you don't win by competing with the real Makoto."
I see. Shinqin had lost what he was supposed to be because of his relationship with Sasaki and his tenacity with Shizuka.
If I had grown up properly, I would have blossomed all sorts of talents.
If you try foster care, the true harp is now halfway through in every sense. Is that why you dare to tap into the potential of the true harp, leave it in complete condition and blow the battle?
Looks like you're in foster care. I'm very sorry about the insatiable attitude and behavior here in foster care these days, but the spirit of daring to send salt to the enemy for wanting to compete with his full opponent is, well, not bad.
"He doesn't know if he's clever or clumsy."
"I'm basically clever. But while you're managing Mr. Castle Island, you've kind of changed the way things look. I think the fact that only visible things are not true has become particularly relevant"
Well, that sounds great. You think what's visible isn't the only truth? You knocked on my windy mouth.
"Hmm?"
Is that it? Wait a minute. Who am I having a conversation with? This is my room, okay?
When I pointed my gaze at the futon, the futon was swollen.
"Hey."
Speaking up, a dusty, swollen futon moves around.
Inside. It's definitely inside.
Initially, I was living in my room during foster care, but my parents sent me a package, so I moved to the next room.
Yes, he's not supposed to be in my room anymore. In other words, foster care should have stayed in the warehouse yesterday.
"You, what happened to the warehouse number?"
I basically try to stay in the warehouse, but I left it to the inside yesterday and I went back to the apartment.
I was just exhausted from carrying heavy baggage many times. I wanted to relax alone in the apartment's own room.
"You, this isn't about laughing and forgiving. Reichung, don't you see what I meant when I ordered you a warehouse number? I don't know. It's not you, is it?
Because I'm worried that it's just the maid. That's a reason too, but the real reason is otherwise.
The kid bitch got his hands on Kusuri to escape loneliness. Besides, to escape the guilty consciousness that broke my beloved sister.
The temptation will continue to torment the kid bitch more than once he got his hands on the kusri. It's a pleasure blame to prevent it. To infuse the body with a more appealing pleasure than a couscous.
And in the end, I just wanted the kid bitch to go away. The kid bitch is honest and decent when he's being deceived.
"In foster care, I'm disappointed in you. It's never happened before, like I leave something to someone. Yet you have betrayed my expectations. Apparently, I was buying you away."
I didn't expect Rikanaka to leave the kid bitch.
I left you in foster care. You were an idiot.
"Haha, you see, I knew it pissed me off. I'm super scared when Mr. Castle Island gets really angry. That's why I told you to wait."
A futon that moves with thighs and a voice in foster care that you can hear.
Words in foster care are not directed at me right now. It was questioned by a third party.
I mean, there's someone else in this space who's in foster care with me.
And the intercom that has been ringing since earlier.
In my head, the points and dots that fell apart connect.
"Temehe et al."
I swung the futon as I felt my temples crack.
"Oh, whoa! haha haha...... wow, look, I'm so mad"
The nursery that appears has a loving laugh. Underneath it...
"Oh, whoa! Oh, hey, hey, I couldn't help asking your sister in foster care..."
Kid bitch laughing at him with a cramped grin.
Two overlapping as if they were turtle mothers and daughters.
"And isn't Shizuka cute for nothing? So it's hard to say no when you ask me. And if you wanted to go out, I would've stopped, but your brother would've told me you wanted to see me, and I know how you feel. So follow me..."
Inside speaking sorry with a loving laugh.
"Oh, if you're angry, you're angry with your sister Rikanaka, right? Because Shizuka is still a child, and I don't have the ability to be responsible or anything. And I'm sure Shizuka asked for it, but since it was Sister Rikanaka who allowed it, the responsibility rests with Sister Rikanaka, right?
A kid bitch with a cramped grin laughing at him is trying to impersonate all his sins inside.
"Hey!?
During the fostering of the surprise, he held the underlying kid bitch tight and pitted his own cheek on the kid bitch's cheek as he hiked the corner of his mouth.
"Heh, heh, sell it? You're selling your sister?
"Hih, I don't like hearing people. You're not gonna sell it, are you? Shizuka just said it for granted!
"Ho, ho, keep crying to your sister, aren't you a lot stronger? Sister, when you get angry, you're scared.
"Hia! Hey, stop it! Don't rub that place!
"Wow, those are unresponsive tits"
"Geez! Geez! It's not tiny! Rikanaka, your sister is just wasting her time! And Shizuka is developing!
"Ooh, your tits are tiny, but you're gonna stand tight. Shizuka, no."
"Oh, no, it's weak there - ah-ha"
A kid bitch who is underneath the foster care and butterflies her legs, and a foster child rubbing Tulpeta's chest while covered in that kid bitch.
Are we fighting, or are we squatting each other?
"You can be angry with me, but Shizuka should be angry with you, Mr. Castle Island!
"Huh!?
Inside rubbing the chest of the kid bitch Tulpeta, he raised his voice so loud. The word had the mouth of a kid bitch shaped like a chestnut.
"Geez! Your sister Rikanaka sold Shizuka! I believed you.
"I believed you!? What mouth!? I don't know what mouth said!?
As he raised his blue muscles to his temples vividly at the scream of the kid bitch, during foster care, he pulled the kid bitch's cheek with his fingers as he stopped rubbing his tulpeta chest.
"Yes!? Yeah, heh, heh, heh! Phew phew phew!"
Is it painful to get your cheeks rubbed, or the kid bitch with the tears bumping her legs off seems to be asking me for help.
Uh, my head hurts. And my stomach hurts so tightly.
"It's a stomach medicine. And water."
"Oh, sorry."
It contained the offered gastric medication in his mouth, followed by pouring the gastric medication in with water upon receipt of the cup.
Huh, that's nice of you.
"Hmm?"
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and there I met my maid, who was sitting right next to me.
Hehe, why are you even in my room?
"Im retarded, but you can cook. I'm not good at it, but I can."
A maid with a tight expression said that.
I didn't ask. I didn't hear anything.
"You can also do laundry. I'm not good at it, but I can."
A maid with a more crisp expression said so and offered me a piece of paper.
Watch for chillies and pieces of paper while alerting the maid.
"... hehe"
The piece of paper had the plain pseudonym “fuck off” written on it.
"Im getting it. I'm retarded, but I get it. Mr. Castle Island is a good man. Makoto-san is better and Shizuka is better because he is a good person."
I heard the maid's words and heard a vivid noise from her temples.
You think he's a good guy? This me? Don't be ridiculous. I'm not kidding.
"I don't want money. And I can't do what I can't, but I'll do whatever I can. So please make Im your maid of honor for Castle Island. Im a maid of honor for Seoulshima, and Im with Seoulshima to protect Makitama and Shizuka."
That's what I said. A maid staring at me with straight eyes.
"Im remembering. Mr. Mizuzawa, who picked up Im, was a very tough guy. But Im knew. Mizuzawa is a grandmother, so she dies fast. I was poor, so I don't have any money. If Mizuzawa dies, Im alone. There's nothing left. Still, Mizuzawa gave Im the wisdom to live."
Tears seeped into my drooping eyes staring at me, and my lips closed cuddly to allow those tears to overflow.
The shivering maid rubs her eyes with both hands and stares straight at me.
"Mizuzawa and Castle Island have the same eyes. It's very tough, but it's the eyes of someone kinder than anyone else. Im remembering that."
A voice with no cloudiness at all, just like the eyes.
My hand shivers with a blurb on its own. Anger comes in infinitely.
You think my eyes are similar to the old lady who picked you up? So what. So what's up? What are you trying to say? The harsh old lady wants to say that she treated her heart like a ghost so you could live even after she died, didn't she? Are you trying to tell me I look like that old lady?
Don't be ridiculous. He's been licking me lately.
The sound of a vibration heard from the temples.
I grinned and grabbed the maid's hair as I reached for her right hand.
"You said I was a good man. Oh, yeah, I'm a good guy."
I pulled the grabbed maid's hair glitchy and looked at her, whispering to the maid with a grin.
The maid, who is grabbing my hair but doesn't change one expression, is staring at me.
I'll distort that face into pain. Right now.
"Kukuku, I'm a good man, so I'll sign you up. From today on, you are my own meat potty. You live up to my expectations."
I asked so laughingly, I eagled my breasts from the top of the maid's clothes the maid wore.
Well, that's quite a breast. You're bigger than True Harp or Foster Chung.
I wasn't going to cage him directly because I was going to be a kid bitch's watchman, but stop. He also falls into the meat potty.
I was rubbing my breasts looking at the maid's face up close, and suddenly the maid's face approached me.
"Chiu."
Soft feeling on the lips. What I saw in my sight with my eyes open was the sight of a maid with her eyes closed dyeing her cheeks and pressing her own lips against mine.
The maid, softly away, stares at me when she opens her eyes. The cheeks were peachy, though faceless.
"Hey, what all of a sudden..."
Wana wana and trembling body. Though I've been stuck by surprise, what a loser. I didn't know I'd take my lips off.
I'm the one who takes it, and I'm not allowed to take it.
"Ah! Im messing with Mr. Castle Island! I've never had you do that.
"What!? You've never kissed a foster sister before? Makoto said he had kissed your brother!?
"Uh-oh! Makoto's doya face comes to my attention -!
Geez, wow. Two idiots making a scene.
"Hehe."
A slightly audible laugh. When I looked at the front, a maid with her right hand hiding her mouth laughed facelessly.
"Im done with my cunt. You'll have a baby. It's been a big deal."
"Ah?"
You're gonna have a baby? What's he talking about?
No way, no way, this maid, you think you're gonna get pregnant when you mouth it?
Stupid, such an idiot. You're older than me. And yet, do you seriously think you're going to get pregnant with your mouth?
No, wait, if you're serious, it's pretty funny.
It is very intriguing to see what happens if I tutor a novice woman who assumes she will become pregnant just by mouthing her.
"Give me the contract."
When I asked the maid, the maid with her right hand kept her mouth hidden offered me a piece of paper as she twisted.
Receive the pieces of paper offered and look through. All naive contracts written under plain pseudonyms.
"I'll rebuild the contract. If you agree, have it stamped, but are you prepared to do so?"
Asking the maid with a grin, the maid tilted her neck, but nodded cocoonly.
He doesn't seem to understand it at all, but he would agree to any contract he makes.
That's funny, that's funny.
"Ah! Mr. Castle Island cares about that!
"Oh, brother!? What about Shizuka's tutorial? Hey, how's Shizuka doing?
Mother and daughter tortoises are calling something, but you know what, idiot?
This maid, if she grows up carefully, may achieve interesting growth. Really delightful.
"I was absolutely sympathetic to hear about Im's birth! That's why I've been looking for a reason to adore you!
"Wow! Your brother won't teach you. - Whoa! I'm waiting. I'm waiting.
Hey, Rikanaka, who said you sympathized? I just want to have fun with this stupid, beginner maid. But okay, if you want to think so, do it yourself. And kid bitch, you're gonna be a bit of a drop because I'm gonna teach you well.
Leave two idiots and a maid in their room and walk down the hall.
Interphone that keeps ringing. I can't help but get bored in the morning.
When I opened the front door, Makoto stood as expected.
But why didn't True Harp come into the room? True harp must have a key.
"Ugh..."
Makoto, lying down and crying, keeps pushing the intercom pounding, even though he says he has opened the front door.
"When I went to the warehouse, no one was there. Only Jinqin is out of company..."
True harp whining in a trembling voice.
Oh, I see. When I turned to the warehouse, I said the warehouse was empty.
With a full smile, I open the door of the warehouse, and look inside the warehouse where no one is and I think of a stunned true harp.
Well, yeah. Unlike in foster care, Zhenqin has the potential to be a genuine meat potty. So I'm the one in trouble when I'm mentally broken.
"Uh, the... breakfast, you want some?
Moderate care is essential to make it the best meat potty.
Yes, to create the best meat potty. I never think it's a little pathetic or anything. I don't even think about this.
"Ugh..."
Makoto, who stopped pushing the intercom, approached me softly and hugged me. And bury my face in my chest.
"I thought I couldn't have been more pale, and it got dark in front of me. It's Aoi Shin's fault. Aoi Shinokasa..."
With my face buried in my chest, Fu shouts a genuine harp.
Who's stupid, you bastard? You're the idiot, you son of a bitch.
"Chip."
Well, the spirit of the true harp has stabilized for a long time, but it still rocks with trivial things.
"You are still incomplete as a meat potty. There's no way I'm going to leave you like that. I will make sure that the effort I have put into you is well recovered. I'm not going anywhere until then."
To get the best meat potty, I'm going to miss it today.
But it's special.