Brought My Wife Back from Another World

It was a nostalgic Azsa room, but with one blink the landscape had turned into a magic communications bureau relocation room.

Around the stone room are built so many stone columns embedded with demonic stones that a disastrous magic formation is carved into the middle floor. As the residual light of the blue and white light illuminates my feet, I will bring Azsa down to the floor where the wind has healed. It must be unusual for him, relieved to look around intriguing. I thought there was no such thing as frightening because it was Azsa, but it seems to accept the status quo more than expected.

"Wow... I've only seen this in games..."

"This is probably the place for such an obtrusive device."

"Heh... you lent me that place a lot."

A good guess is also a boulder… the second word puts me at the core and looks up at me with a bitter laugh. Azsa seems to think of me as a true knight with nothing dark behind her, but I've done anything to bring you here this past year. I don't want you to know that side as much as you can. I was going to keep my mouth shut unless you said you wanted to know, but it seems like the time has already come… where I tried to perceive it, the door to the transfer room opens with a loud noise. Turning a surprise gaze, there was a demonic officer.

"Successful transfer, Mr. Garland. You did great!

As he flips his white coat close with his hands spread, he stops in front of the magic formation and begins Azsa's observation to lick it from head to toe. The gaze was uncomfortable and I moved forward to shelter. I would have chosen to forcibly break through if the man who looks at my behavior with a nigga like that and says something like that wasn't in the position of squad leader.

"Well, that's Garland, the otherworldly man you're obsessed with."

"I don't want you to describe it as that."

"I heard you're a low-level world dweller with no skills at all, such as metastasis… I see you're just going to enjoy the way you look"

"I'm sorry, because it was late at night in his world. It's time for you to excuse me."

"Add or subtract them so they don't break easily."

"What do you say?"

I leak a loss of laughter into words that I don't think came out of a human mouth that only thinks of humans as experimental animals. By contrast, the other person left the room without looking back or losing interest.

Where the strained air is loose, you can hear exhaling from behind. When Azsa and I met each other, I had a bitter laugh that you were an awesome old man. I feel the size of my nostalgia at Azsa, who doesn't even get angry at the guy who arranges things to make fun of me just to divulge that sentiment. In comparison, I self-loathe myself for not being able to protect myself from accusations quickly.

"Wouldn't that be good? It would have been better if it had been nailed, and it wouldn't have gotten involved all the time. We'll take less trouble."

"... sorry"

You're not even gonna apologize.

This man is a prospect of everything I think he is. When you are brutally stroked of the head lowered with an apology, you are re-divided that this story is over. If he told me so in person, I could say nothing more and I had to obey him.

"You know, being carried in this year... seriously embarrassed..."

The feeling of being able to rub my forehead around my neck is muzzling itchy, but I should be patient here. She even looks adorable in embarrassment. I wouldn't be able to say such a thing if my mouth were torn.

When I tried to move out of the transfer room, I noticed that Azsa was not wearing shoes. It must be obvious because I suddenly brought him where he was resting in his room late at night. That's why I tried to give him another hug because I couldn't even let him walk like that, and he turned me down with all his might.

The sun finally sets, and only about the night shift workers remain in the castle. It would be about a liquor store or a whorehouse where there are people under the castle at this hour. Because of that situation, he must have agreed to bear it. Let's get some shoes for Azsa first thing in the morning.

"I'd like to be the first to check, how many people know what's going on with me?

"Right... the man from the earlier facility and the upper management of the Knights, I guess. Someone who knows I've been out here for a year."

"I see. As for Japan, only your report will be your source, and I'll match that."

"Sorry for the hard work..."

"You're being paranoid. I don't care."

So Azsa makes a big stretch and the conversation breaks off. The body temperature being touched and the shaking would induce drowsiness. I've replied that if I tell her she's asleep and good, she'll be fine with a troll voice, but after a while I heard her sleep. I want to get you to sleep slowly in bed fast. Carefully not to wake him up, but he gave him speed to walk and hurried home.

The report I raised about Nippon was made up for convenience.

The existence of the Demon Stone cannot be confirmed, and it has not even been recognized. For this reason, transfer technology is, for people of different worlds, an aerospace theory on a desk. Fire, water, etc. are used in a primitive manner, and a minimum standard of living is ensured. There is also a social system, albeit somewhat, but no class system exists. Our own people are at peace with each other and rarely contest each other. However, it has undergone its own evolution, and since defense technology is on par with ours, yet clandestine, it will be difficult to interfere as a result.

It has been decided that there is no one to be involved with until you take a risk, and Azsa is perceived as a man from a less advanced country. The truth is that you have far more technical skills than we do, and I'm sure there are things you can tell me about Sesame, but it's about a world you couldn't possibly know about. Interference would be better if I had stopped it personally. That seemed the same to Azsa, reassured that she did not intend to tease herself of her knowledge.

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The next day after the metastasis test is always closed in view of the possibility of abnormalities in the body.

As for the Knights side, I seem unhappy with the vacation I can get on my own, but I have to snort if the Magic Tone Bureau tells me it's an order based on my physical condition. There have been cases of fever, headaches, etc., but only to me such abnormalities occurred when I was caught in a runoff. My men say they usually go to work, but I thought I was sorry to be on my own, but only this time, thank you.

On the large bed we prepared for the two of us to sleep, he drops a kiss on Azsa's forehead, who is still resting, and then quietly gets out. Let's get some shoes for him first. Unlike Nippon, she will not be able to take off her shoes when she comes up to the room, so she will not be able to move as she is now. I can hold him up every time he moves, but I'm sure he'll hate it very much.

I was fortunate to know the size of his leg. Nippon and when he aligned my clothes, my legs came up on the topic as big and I have a history of knowing his size. I was surprised how small I thought it was to be a woman, but I was pissed that it was average in Nippon. I really wanted to choose slowly, but didn't want to leave Azsa awake alone, so I chose a simple item that was easy to match my outfit and leave the store behind. When I returned, I bought breakfast ingredients and rushed to my home.

When I opened the bedroom door again with my shoes in one hand, there was Azsa sitting on the bed. The moment you look at my face, you laugh like you're relieved, and you feel guilty for leaving me alone. A strange world, you'll be fine on your own when you wake up, maybe you should have woken up where you were asleep and called out a word... regret why you couldn't care less. As I lean over, I return to the voice that gently erupts and laughs. I looked up and saw Azsa again, and she had a soft smile on her face.

"Why are you shouting, you?"

"No... because I left Azsa alone and went out..."

"What the hell am I, a kid? I'll be fine."

If you follow him to the side of the bed and ask him to come this way, he will now instruct you to slap Matt and sit down. Sitting back as I was told, I got momentum from the side. I can bury my face in my chest, but I can't keep my head up with what's going on. I can just wolf.

"Suuuuuuuuuuu. It's Ilyas. Wow..."

"A, Azsa...? What's up...?

"I was short on Ilyas, let me refill a little."

Doubt your ears... what a cutie you are, to the words you complained of in disgust with your superiors! When I calm down with my cuddly voice, I hear it, and I can't stop overflowing with love. It resembles the feeling of a whimsical black cat being caressed to gently comb her black hair and rubbing it against her. Desperately embarrassed that he was going to scratch and let him like it for a while, Azsa, who was feeling better, slowly walks away. My eyes looking up at this one were swinging sweetly, and that was all I could bear. Calling his name, now hugging him from me. My arms spin around my back, naturally, and I remember the joy and excitement. When I looked at him, the colour emitted by Azsa, who closed his eyes with the expression he said he was waiting for him, was awesome. If I peck my lips together gently, he has also pecked at me as a loser. Poke your lips with the tip of your tongue and slide your tongue between thin openings. If I found my tiny tongue and tangled it up so I wouldn't run away, the arm that was turning around my back grabbed my clothes.

"Hmm..."

Stirred by the exhalation of the leaking Azsa, he eats up and sucks up his caught tongue. He seems vulnerable to this act and is easily out of power. If you turn your arm behind your neck so that it doesn't slip away, and you say you're going to support your head with one hand, it sounds good, but in fact, you fix it so that your head doesn't move, and you lick your upper jaw through your teeth. I don't even want to miss breathing that leaks out. We talked deeply to make sure we didn't miss everything about Azsa.

"Ha, ooh...!

I think it's time to let him go or Azsa will be out of acid, just sucking up her tongue again and then releasing her lips. When I opened my eyes thinly and asked how it was going, I regretted that I should not have opened it.

I frown in bitterness and tears are thin in the abyss of my eyes. My cheeks are dyed red, my little tongue peeking through my mouth trying to breathe in the air, and the saliva that I couldn't swallow out is glowing at the edge of my mouth. When Azsa, who looked incredibly obscene, slowly opened her eyes, she smiled sweetly as she breathed roughly. What kind of torture is this...? Reason could not stop his body, and when he realized it, he was pushing Azsa back to bed. Dark hair spread over white sheets in the morning light, looking radiant.

"Azsa...!

If I slipped my lips from the neck to the clavicle line, a small laugh leaked from Azsa as to whether it was ticklish.

"Come on, stop it."

He strokes his back of his head with his hands like he strokes an animal, but he's not going to stop it. When you suck it up while eating your neck muscle, it leaks a breath that you can admire from below. I wanted to hear more about it, and the hand that slipped into my shirt was held back by me before I could get to where I wanted to be.

"I said stop. If you do this, you can't get out of bed all day."

"Oh, yeah, right..."

Azsa is right. I almost lost my greed and crushed my precious day... Thanks for putting him in front of me, all my reason is gone. I am reminded and ashamed that I am immature as a human being.

"So? Put me down, where have you been all alone since the morning?

"Oh... I bought some shoes and breakfast ingredients"

"Seriously? Thanks for both. I'm starving because I didn't eat last night."

The appearance of laughing up innocently doesn't even make you feel fine dust, such as the colour tone earlier. I'm stunned by the speed of the transformation, but from the beginning it would be like this because he was a pale person for every color... Today, I was planning on going out to buy all my household goods and clothes. I got out of bed and got on one knee while thanking him for fixing my appointment. Strangely staring at this one, he grabs Azsa's foot and puts it on his standing knee, and he senses what I want to do. He dyes his cheeks red.

"Hey, wait! I can wear it myself...!

"I want you to wear it."

Even though I don't have time, I picked it out for Azsa in the corner myself and bought it. You can give me that right at first. I'm going to stop if I sincerely don't like it, but I want you to let me wear it as much as I can. Looking up at him with that feeling, he whispers something and then turns away. Can't you? When I asked him again, he put his back of his hand in his mouth and turned only his eyes to this side.

"Do as you please...!

I was shy and glad that you accepted, and in a good mood I put my shoes on Azsa's feet.