Dual Life ~Hiru wa Yuusha Party, Yoru wa Maou Gun~

"Mirage, you're fine. Please stand anyway."

It was not long after Mirage started his prostrate that Astalt made a whispering whine. Given that she had previously slept in the same bed, she thought that it would take some time, but Mirage got up a little bit suspiciously and started up slowly.

"Oh, don't look at that much"

Astart, turning his hands with his hands swaying, looked sideways at Glitter and Mirage. She is still ashamed, but Mirage feels a little relieved that she is unlikely to be ignored as before, or to worry about sheltering in her room. Then Astart approached Mirage little by little as if he was scared, and jumped into his chest.

"e?"

"Well, don't move. Can you transfer to my room anyway?"

Mirage tries to activate transfer spells for the time being, without knowing exactly what happened. However, at the moment of elaborating the magical power, sharp pains piercing the whole body ran. Yeah, Mirage succeeds in creating a gate while convincing himself.

"Please come over here"

The transfer destination was a designated Astertal private room at the Phantom Castle as specified, but as soon as he moved, he was pushed down by a huge bed in the center of the room. Mirage gave up on Astalt, thinking vaguely, thinking that his body would say what he wanted to do, or that he wanted to resist.

"Mirage is in a comfortable position, because I move."

"Well, yeah, thank you."

Mirage utters a thankful voice to Astart's voice with some confusion. Mirage moves his gaze and looks around, thinking that Tart-chan's bed doesn't smell good and can't say it. A bookshelf that stores medical books, history books, tactics books, and magic-related books by type. A medicine shelf where simple laboratory equipment, medical equipment, and bottled reagents are placed. Other items such as art supplies, musical instruments, and tea are also separated by shelf, demonstrating the meticulousness of Astalt. On the work desk in the corner of the room were some paperwork, and on the other side was a cloth on a wooden canvas, which seemed to be painted.

"I'll take off my clothes."

With that said, Astart takes off Mirage's clothes with a gentle hand. Mirage, who had been naked in his upper body when he had previously trained in hallucinatory magic, had his underwear removed this time, leaving only one piece of underwear, the last fort. A naked man with a mask, a beautiful girl riding on top of it, no longer smells only a crime.

"Tart-chan, don't you overdo it?"

"I'm not overdoing it. I'm still a little embarrassed, but I can put up with it. And since I'm new to it, I guess it will be painful, but please understand that around. Will continue every day, so please come back properly. ''

Mirage is confused as to what happened to Tart's thinking circuit. Probably Mirage said she was running away, but Astart responded normally with a slight blush of her cheeks. There are a lot of places to go into the content, but apparently they are already determined. On the contrary, I am surprised because I will do it every day to get used to it.

"Please wait a moment as we prepare"

Astart calls out to Mirage and once gets off the bed and heads for the shelves. Sure, preparation is necessary, Mirage was looking at the back of the Astalt as he was about to escape from reality. Such a sight, if seen by Beelzebuth, would be killed. But it's rude to refuse at the last minute, and if we do that, we have to decide. When Mirage thinks about such a thing, Astalt returns a wooden box with both hands in one hand.

"I've been waiting. Then ... I'm sorry."

Astart goes back to bed and sits down on Mirage's stomach, bringing his face close to his ears. A sweet scent tickles the Mirage's nasal passages, smooth astalt hair rubs his cheeks, and breath excites the ears.

"Tart-chan, I want a little tickling."

"Please be patient, because it is decided by ear first."

"... Who did you hear that information?"

"I read it in a book"

"I see"

Mirage is convinced of Astart's words. A book is a wonderful thing that gives us a lot of knowledge, but on the other hand it reflects the author's way of thinking. The result of a mixture of various factors, such as the writer's experience, hobbies, preferences, knowledge, and thoughts, is spread throughout the world as a single book. Even if it deviates from common sense in the general public, it is from the ear if the writer himself thinks from the ear, and from the foot if he thinks from the foot.

"That's it, Mirage-sama, let's go."

"Yeah, you can make Tart's favorite."

Mirage gently responded to Astalt's slightly sighing voice reaching his ears. It's not Mirage's hobby, but it's hard to move at the moment. But if Astart is kind, he has no reason to refuse. Your fingertips are as beautiful as a stir-fish, touching Mirage's ears.

"Well"

"Mirage, are you okay?"

Unintentionally, Mirage whispered, and Astart whispered worried at Mirage's ear.

"That's okay. Just keep going. It's just a bit better than expected. Even so, Tart is a very good first time."

"Hey, don't say anything weird! But just thinking about Mirage's body, it just happened naturally."

Mirage couldn't see Astalt's face in his ear, but she was a bit angry, but she was still shy. The fact that it is possible to observe mirage on a daily basis and reproduce it with hallucination magic would be useful for such acts. Astalt then gradually descends on the other side of the ear, neck, shoulders and chest. At the same time, the place where Astart's small buttocks were resting moved from the navel of Mirage, to the lower abdomen, and a little further down.

"If you didn't wear a mask, you could do it on your face ..."

When I was looking at the Astarto muttering a little disappointingly, there was a pain in Mirage's chest.

"I'm happy if I can make this many different places. I want to give the tart to me when I'm well."

"Don't say anything weird! Mirage-sama is a really stupid idiot. Do you think I'm going to allow you to expose my skin?" Please think with no brains before speaking. ''

It may be a good thing to do as a delineation of the shame of Astalt. Mirage is a bit reassured that the reaction as usual is good because the tarts who do not poison look crazy if they look at the astalt who curse themselves with a cold glance. Probably, Astalt was naturally softened in attitude as he was worried about Mirage's condition. However, for Mirage and Astalto, the distance between the familiar Shitenno and his deputy is this much. Although we had some accidents, Mirage is more cozy now than weirdly conscious of each other.

"Sorry, sorry.

"I can't help but continue. With acupuncture in the east, my head may be a bit better than Mirage's body."

"I don't know the head, but it might be good for damage to magic holes and magic paths."

Acupuncture is a medical practice that travels to the east, and it is said that puncturing acupuncture points scattered throughout the body has the effect of improving the flow of energy through the meridians. The concept of this spirit is very similar to magic power, where acupuncture points can be regarded as magic holes and meridians as magic paths. Of course, there are differences in detail, but it can help heal Mirage's damaged internal organs. Yes, Asart is taking off her clothes for acupuncture in Mirage and sticking a fine needle through her whole body.

"Even so, I was surprised when the transfer magic was delayed."

"I noticed that."

"I'm always looking at Mirage. Perhaps thanks to that, I was quite calm. But if I think that I'm going to be crazy, my head will hurt."

With a deep sigh, Astalt stabs a needle into Mirage's body. In the first place, Astalt's attitude was rather unnatural. If you have previously slept with Mirage, Astalto is not resistant to the opposite sex, as you would not be able to keep your face in the room. That's why Mirage thought it would take some time to get back on track in this case. However, on the other hand, as part of training and treatment, he has a calm face even when he comes into physical contact with Mirage, and takes surprisingly bold actions without consciousness of the opposite sex. It should be said that it is the name of the injury, ironically, because the mirage is in a state of tatters, the feeling of worry is better than shame in the astalt, so it is possible to talk normally in this way . Astalt, who values people and soldiers, is sometimes a harsh word, but the root is a serious and gentle girl.

"I don't want to be unreasonable. On the contrary, I just don't want to work. When all the problems are solved, I live a retirement in the mountains."

"Well, that's really the same thing about Mirage."

Astalt sighs again in a state of awe. The desire to spend all day reading while reading has never changed in Mirage. Already, we have enough assets to play and live, even if we have lived for thousands of years. Mirage wanted to live a life of reading books from morning till night, collecting books from around the world, if he couldn't even remember.

"That's it. It may be a rest, but I think it will be a little better."

Asart, who has been performing treatment while talking, will now dress Mirage. Mirage, who has returned to her original form from a pervert with a mask piercing a needle in her underwear, slowly wakes up and pulls the astalt.

"Wow, what, suddenly."

Despite that, there was no sign of resistance to Astart, and it fit into his chest. Mirage reaches out to Astart's head at the chest and begins to gently stroke.

"Because I just made a mistake. I'm going to keep it right."

"Don't remind me that I've forgotten about it. It's hard to forgive a woman, such as improperly imitating that kind of thing. I absolutely think of Mirage who did that kind of act I wouldn't forgive me, even if I dropped my head right away, I wouldn't be able to lower my drunk.I would become the Four Heavenly King and continue to use Mirage as my aide, until I die. I will not forgive you for a lifetime, and I will not even allow you to die on your own. "

"Yes, I understand. I'll keep in mind."

Trick, and the corner of Astart pierces Mirage's neck. Mirage wraps his little body tightly and returns words as he grumbles as if he is screaming at the limit of patience. Then, hit the astalt's back at intervals with a ton, ton, and so on, like a little child. Mirage remembered his father, who was lying on the bed, so calmed down, over and over and over again.

"I hate Mirage-sama. I hate sloppy personality. I hate having an attitude that knows everything. I hate to look calm even if I am abused. I don't know I don't like to know about things, I don't like to treat me like a child, I don't like to be able to do anything that I can't do, and show me some extra room. I don't want to hate it and hide it. ''

"Yeah, I know."

Astalt's words pierce deep into his heart and wet the Mirage's chest. Astalt, holding his hands around the back of the Mirage, was holding his back as trembling as he could. It's like expressing your current heart.

"By the way, I hate the mask design. Honestly, I doubt the sense of Mirage. I often wander outside without being shy."

"I've heard it over and over again.

With a bitter smile under the mask, Mirage strokes the Astalt's head slightly stronger. The soft hair caught all of Mirage's fingertips without entanglement. From the outside of the window, the sun rises slightly higher.

"And then come here every day for more treatment. If you can't afford it, please contact me every night instead. I'm going to Valois Kingdom. ''

"I can't make a promise, but I'll try to keep it as much as possible."

"then……"

While saying so, Astart moves his hands to Mirage's chest and tears off his body.

"Please take responsibility properly, Mirage"

Astalt smiles with her sunshine shining her silver hair, showing her red eyes and tears, and was stronger and more beautiful than anyone in the world.