'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

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"Yes, let's go on a trip"

Ibuki, who was watching the game I was playing, said abruptly.

I interrupt the game and see her face for something.

He had a hazy grin, like he was thinking about not being a rock again.

We were on a long spring break after all the college reports and tests.

Ibuki, who lost his credit last year because he was ill, was well tested, so if we go there in due course, we'll be in the same grade next year.

And now that I'm on that break. So Ibuki, who had likewise refrained from visiting for the unit, came to indulge in the game he had sealed for a while.

"What's the matter, suddenly?

"Because of the long spring break in college, why do we have to play games together? This is crazy!

Zubishi purposefully said with his mouth, Ibuki pointed to my face.

"Weird or nothing, this is what I do for a regular holiday."

"Even if it is, isn't it? Spring break for college students, two young men and women, what were you doing, playing games? I don't think so."

"Well, why don't you just travel?

"No. I'll take the total with me."

Again, no clapping, no trouble.

Sigh gently, then I'll visit.

"So come on. Where I'm playing the game alone, you're just here. Don't take the liberty of thinking about a plan that involves me."

"Because. The men and women who spent Christmas alone. Come on. How about nothing since then?

Put your chin on the letting go desk, with a slight voice, Ibuki says.

To its purposeful ascendancy, it has recently ceased to be doggy.

"You don't have color, I don't feel like it"

"Is it withering?

"Shut up."

Just because I stopped dogging doesn't mean I don't see her as heterosexual.

We talked a lot that winter, and then maybe we got closer than before.

I felt that we could see each other's presence, which was not clear.

For the first time in almost my life, I was starting to think of other people as important.

But.

No, that's why we never stuck together.

Precisely, I didn't feel the need to do it in a hurry.

"Heh heh. But I, you know, I really do."

"... what?"

"That the total is about me, I like it, I can't wait to"

"... ahhh"

I'll give it back, but Ibuki still has a niggling grin.

"So, because I care about you, I also want to take good steps and hang out with you slowly"

…………

"When I hit it off, I booked a romantic restaurant for my birthday or something, ordered a few drinks and said," Not yet, but it's cheap. "

"It's not"

"Did I say too much?

Heh, and Ibuki deliberately tongued out.

But I know she was embarrassed along the way she herself was saying.

I said something grand along the way, waiting for me to stick around.

After all, we still don't know what the love and the love between us is.

But we think of each other as irreplaceable.

At least, I felt that way.

"... where's the trip?

"Whoa, did that bother you?

"I'll just ask you. I wouldn't go if I wasn't interested."

I conveyed my opinion as badly as I could.

But at this point, I kind of knew I'd be dragged anywhere.

I don't think there's a chance that anywhere she wants to go that I don't like it.

"Maybe I like the whole thing."

Like reading in my mind like that, she said.

But instead of telling her where she was going, she put one bottle more and more.

It was a dish that I had brought as a souvenir today.

"... White State?

"White State".

Japanese whiskey for sale from Suntory.

From Suntory, there are other brands such as "Yamazaki" and "Ringtone," but there will be one reason why she offered White State.

"Are you sure the distillery is in Yamanashi?"

"Sort of. You can even go on a day trip from here, and the whole thing bothers you, right?

A distillery is literally a facility where whiskey is manufactured or distilled.

I have only drunk what I was able to make myself, so I don't know how to make whiskey in detail.

They have something like a tour of the distillery where you can tour the process. I've heard such stories from Ibuki before.

"You care, don't you? From Tokyo, if you take the central line, you can get there without a transfer."

"Heh."

From Tokyo to Yamanashi, they connect to one on a route called the Central Line.

The university we go to is also in Tokyo, so it looks like we can go anytime we want.

"So now I've got an appointment a week from now"

"... what?

Ibuki handed something to me, confused by the sudden determination.

If you look at it, it's a well-planned time schedule.

What time do you take the train and where do you switch rapidly there? How long is the tour time, from where you can move freely to what time the train goes from there.

They also investigated wineries, breweries, and even Japanese confectionery shops that appear to be nearby.

"Oh, you... aren't you willing to ask my opinion"

Did you find out?

To her illuminating expression, I no longer even sigh.

Can you say that you don't want to go because it's been planned so far?

"What if I was going home?"

"There you go. I've studied how insignificant it is to gather information and not return the total."

As always, she's the one who sees through what I do.

After a little closer look, I also noticed that there was a description of the cost of trains and tours.

You followed that gaze of mine, Ibuki raises her voice in panic.

"Oh, it's okay. I'll pay for the train."

I was just a little irritated by that response.

"So he told me to stop doing that. I'll pay you, too. You're going to the distillery, so you want to see it for your own money."

"... Oh, yeah. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize."

As I say, I imagine just a little bit of my own pocket.

... Well, I'm fine. Cancel one game you plan to buy and it will be enough.

"But that's a pretty overcrowded schedule,"

"Right. Maybe we could take it a little slower if we stayed. You don't like the whole thing, do you?

"... why?

"It's hard to reason to sleep alone with such a beautiful girl."

As I say, Ibuki lets you try a deliberate sexy pose.

She's definitely a beautiful girl, and she's got good style. A nasty expression, such as a body-favorite, must also apply to being like her.

So it is, but its lower body is sooo in this one, so it still doesn't tighten.

"How drunk do you think you are sleeping in my house?"

"That's it, this is this"

When I point out, Ibuki flushes it with her face.

Does this guy think it's okay to say anything to me?

"See? If you were a normal boy, you'd be in a situation where you'd be attacked, wouldn't you? But you're just looking at your fingers, aren't you? You really are such a dickhead."

Just a little, irritating.

"... So White State is good with rock too?

"Look, I knew we were gonna change the subject."

"... is that good?

"Do what you want?

What does that mean for you?

Ibuki had closed her eyes provocatively, without even telling her.

However, since the appearance remained a deliberate pose earlier, it was well understood that this was her kind of joke.

I guess you're just interested in a little daring tease because I've stopped panicking lately.

…………

"Look, what's going--" Huh?

I stood up, forcefully knocked her torso down, and spanned.

Hold her arm still and seal the movement.

Ibuki, who should have been able to afford to talk, rounded his eyes to the abrupt motion and stared at me abruptly on top.

"... Oh, you know what?

…………

"Uh, total?

…………

"... ahhh, ooh"

When I stare at her silently for a while, my confused voice gradually squeezes my ass off.

And with a strong expression, I closed my eyes all the time.

I puff her cheek with my index finger.

"Wanna!?

"Lie and spit. I'm not that powerful."

I gave it back to her surprised look.

Truly, she is an asshole in a strange place.

I say clearly to Ibuki, who gives that abrupt look to my attack.

"I'll tell you one thing."

I take my voice a little more seriously and peek into her eyes all the time.

I told those eyes, frightened and expecting something.

"If you feel like it, always hold it. So stop being stupid."

"... Yes"

Ibuki nodded in a small way.

Make sure I get up and head to the kitchen to get the glass ready.

Where I stretch my back and have two glasses available from the cupboard.

"... but I knew it. I'm not doing anything."

I heard such a voice blur from behind me, but I pretended not to hear it.