Berna was walking down the hall to Nia's room that day when she finished dinner in the dining room.
Lunch and dinner for the samurai are alternated, and Berna is supposed to have dinner with Sasha today.
Sasha said that when she finished her meal, she went to the storeroom to refill her equipment. Krone asked me to eat before dinner.
Berna naturally said she would help, but she said, "I'm fine with that one," so I followed it very closely.
After this, I have to take turns for Krone and Della to go back and take care of Nia. It would be just time to take a bath now.
As I walked down the hall thinking about it, a small shadow appeared at the end of my gaze. It is definitely Lou.
It's common for Lou to walk through the palace every time Keith is thrown out of the room holding a woman, but it's rare at this hour.
Could Keith have a woman in her room from this hour on? Who is it, for example?
Nia and Aisha won't be here in time, and Leonora hasn't come to the palace today. The same goes for nightclubs. And that pompous maid I saw earlier in the dining room.
Has a woman you don't know joined Keith's list again? That's a little petty.
Berna, whose doubts arose, called out "Mr. Lou" as she rarely rushed to the side of the cat.
Looking back at his familiar voice, Lou replies by shaking his tail and saying "uña" with one front leg up.
"Mr. Berna. Good evening. Dinner?
Speaking to a cat with a voice like a boy, Berna said yes, making sure there was no one around before asking.
"Um, what did Mr. Lou do at this hour? Could someone be in your husband's room..."
"Nha?" the clever cat tilted his neck instantly guessed what Berna was worried about. And shake it and deny it.
"No, no, no. Your husband is alone in the room. There are no women."
Berna was kind of horrified to hear that. It would be nice to have a new woman, but if that's a pet, it's a shame.
So I'm glad and relieved that the possibility was denied. "Bye," Berna continued inquiring with such reassurance.
"What are you doing at this hour? Dinner in your room, usually."
When asked that, Lou distorted his pretty face into a troubled breeze,
"In fact, your husband kicked you out of your room."
"... Huh?
"It's not my fault... your husband... your husband ha"
That's how Lou started telling Berna why he was doing this.
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That was a little past lunch. Rounded in the torch, Lou was sleeping relaxed.
A quiet room that sounds nothing but the slightest noise you can hear from the outside, and when a moderately warm torch inspires the sleeper and he's about to fall asleep and get serious...... Keith returns.
Keith made a doozy noise and stuck his foot in the torch after eating lunch after a rare morning Nia class.
A heavy odor strikes Lou's nose as soon as possible. It is the smell of the feet of thirty men who walked around outside.
Lou flaunts his face to my husband, who won't listen to me many times after I wash him, but I think it's proof that I've been working and I'll put up with it. Then Keith's one-butt went up and said, "Buh!" I heard a noise.
Lou crawls out of the torch in boredom,
"Ho ho! Oh ho!! Oh yes!! Yeah, ugh! How dare you!! What do you do when you come in here!!
Having a sudden fart cocktail, Lou protested violently as he turned his hair upside down in tears. Then Keith looked shitless.
"You can't help it. You're leaving. What is it...... is it the beans?
My husband thought Lou would say that. He said that in this torch is definitely a nasal screaming stench hell with the smell of feet and farts. It became unusable unless even deodorant was used.
That can't give way when it comes to the torch. Lou has a broken toenail for this and SNIKT the nails that are usually stored! and hit Keith making him fly.
"Guh!! Hey, what the fuck, pussycat!! Stay! Don't scratch!! Yes, yes!
"I'm not here!! My nose hurts more!! I can't believe I suddenly farted... what are you thinking!!
"Whatever you say, you can't help it!!
"Then you should go to the bathroom!! Stupid husband!!
"No, 'cause it's cold! I don't care where my... whoa! Fuck you!!
One and one scattered around, resulting in the smell of feet and farts from as the torch futon rolled up in abundance.
My husband and the demon said, "Hey!" and leave the scene.
Keith couldn't help but wiggle the deodorant, and Lou opened the window completely. It would be better than cold air pouring in but still smelling. That's what I thought.
But at that time, Lou's instincts didn't miss something rushing through the window into the room.
When Keith called Lou, who was horrified that the smell had finally subsided,
"Hey, pussycat. Close the window already...... Waste cat?... Lou... Ugh, ooh!!
Keith raised his voice to the look on Lou's face as he turned around. There were hunters chasing their prey as instincts, not the usual demons of use.
Keith, looking over the room in a hurry, found a little shadow running around there chorochoro. It is definitely a rat.
Defensive magic, excluding rats, is a must for the palace, but some still scratch at times. That seems to have gotten into Keith's room through the window.
"Oh, hey! No, Lou!! I'll take care of the rat..."
"Mouse Nyaaaa!! Phuuuuuuuuu!!
Instinct-dominated Waste Cat ran around the room chasing rats.
That wouldn't have happened by the time I was doing regular rat hunting, but Lou had rarely had a chance to catch a rat since he came to Seimrad, and had made blood leap to meet his long-time natural enemies.
In a hurry, Keith tries to calm Lou down, but there's no way thirty men can grab a cat that makes a real run for it.
"Ah! Oh, hey! No!! Whoa! Don't take down the magic props! I'm gonna scratch the magic book around. Ahhh!! Whoa!!
Keith receives one fall after another by diving into important items that are scratched around, but catching up was also limited.
As a result, by the time Lou caught the rat and could talk, Keith's room had become a training ground. Lou finally regains his sanity,
"Your... husband?
…………
"... I'll give you a rat."
"Are you there? Aah!! Get out, you no cat!!
That's how Keith kicked me out of the room screaming... Lou finished talking about all the circumstances with a shameful look.
"It's not my fault... everyone has cat instincts... my instincts."
Berna thought it might be her fault, but she didn't say anything in particular. More important than that.
"So, um... what about your husband?
"Probably cleaning your room. I don't know what to say to myself, but it was terrible..."
good boy Lou, who looks sorry for the boulder. Berna is
"Then I'll come and help you when you're done."
"Huh? Oh, no..."
"The cat I used to own used to catch cicadas in the summer too... I can't help it if it's cat instinct"
Lou honestly apologized "I'm sorry" with tears in his expressionless but gentle Berna voice. Berna decided to tell Keith that.
"I'll give you a rat to apologize."
"I don't want to."
Berna refused to thank Lou with terrible speed.
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Berna made her way to Keith's room as soon as she finished her job. I keep the keys to the room from Lou.
When I gently opened the door so that no one could find it, the room was full of dust and sweaty odors. I can see that I worked hard and tidy on my own to get pretty scratched around.
Obviously, Keith, the poor cleaner, did it. It was a one-piece way. Most are halfway there.
I expected that to happen. Berna stares at your husband sleeping in bed when he sighs small.
Keith, sleeping in a dusty and sweaty and exhausted manner, had a distressed look on his face.
"... good job"
Speaking up Berna starts cleaning quickly when she futons Keith. I'm going to clean all the dust I've been hiding, trying to get everything done when this happens.
Berna always does the cleaning of Keith's room, but she really leaves dirt because she keeps from touching the precious magic tools and the magic books.
I decided to go there thoroughly this time and started doing some tedious cleaning tools in my hand that Keith was throwing cheeky.
Keith stayed awake and fell asleep without waking up at all to clean Berna's quiet as she worked hard thinking the next day was a good day off. And hours later, Keith's room was many times more beautifully organized than it was originally.
Berna took a breather and looked over at the room, doing it to the level that if she did it this far, she would be able to take the money.
After that, it's just the bathroom and bathroom, but there. You can get Keith permission when he wakes up tomorrow. Of course, I don't have the in-laws to make it that clean.
Your husband's living environment needs to be perfect. He's a pet. The pet elf says "the rest" and aligns his gaze with Keith.
Berna looked at her when she slowly approached her silly master, who wouldn't wake up after being swept aside.
When I smell cum, I can't say how old I smell sleeping sweat mixed with the sweat I put on cleaning. Berna sniffed it,
"... clean, I have to"
I brought some hot water and towels to Tarai when I squealed like that with a slightly reddened face and gently let Keith's clothes off.
Where it has to be cleanest for Berna. It is your husband's body after all.
Berna had decided to definitely give it to you when she was done cleaning, which is why all that hard cleaning was done in a matter of hours with all the temper.
When I removed the button and let it take off, the steamy scent of sweat irritated Berna's nose. I'm too happy for that.
"Your husband..."
I don't know. I squeal. Berna put up with Keith desperately wanting to hug him when he puts a cloak of pants on him.
I had decided that was after I had finished wiping my body and took a bath myself. So I have to wipe it for you first.
But just a little... I think so and when I lean my cheek against a hard chest plate, I hear a heart sound and it's comforting to my ears. Besides, I feel like I'm wrapped up in Keith's smell when I'm doing this.
I woke up feeling like that all the time. Berna wets the towel in hot water and squeezes it hard to wipe the chest plate. Does that feel good? Keith raised his voice, "Mmm."
Berna keeps wiping her body flat when she hears it, in a way she's used to. I gave you a cold, so I'm used to it.
I wipe my stomach off my chest, and my arms and legs, and the smell of sweat falls out of Keith's body. That's supposed to be a pleasure, but Berna just missed me a little.
Berna always wanted to smell Keith's sweat, Keith's body odor and all that. Just as Keith is addicted to Aisha's smell, Berna is addicted to Keith's smell.
But it's pathetic to let him sleep dirty in sweat, or even to wake him up and take a bath. That's why I'm wiping it for you.
When I lifted my arm and wiped my armpit, Berna raised her voice, "Ah", unexpectedly due to the strength of its smell. I felt as soon as they adored me while smelling this smell.
Berna understood how perverse she was thinking, but I don't care about that. Because I only do this kind of desire to Keith.
Berna was aware that she wouldn't think like this that she smelled anyone else.
Berna can easily have an affectionate affair because of the smell of her loving, precious, loving husband.
Berna stared at Keith's dark armpit with surprisingly slutty eyes if only her usual girlfriend saw it.
"... I'll wipe it anyway"
That's what I said and I kissed him there when I gave him my mouth. When the lips touch the armpits, the whole face is filled with smell and taste.
By the way, Keith also has an armpit attached to his groin. When I started working out my body, Aisha said, "Handling waste hair is a duty to the muscles! He said things that didn't make sense, and since then, he's made them process.
Keith doesn't naturally say that he grew butt hair before he even held him.
Berna kisses Keith's armpit with horns and armpits. Each time inside Berna got hot with gin.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
Embracing her body and repeatedly kissing her armpit, Berna leaves her tongue out, licks her armpit, and crawls her tongue from there to her chest.
Whether tickled by boulders or "whoops," Keith said, licking his chest plate, licking his abs. Berna reached his groin,
"Kun-kun... here, it's so hiccup... it smells good..."
I spit out the words that made me want to say which one it was and sniffed the dusty part of my pants with a snickered face.
If you try Berna for Keith's body odor such as Lou smelling scattered and awful, he will beat the fine perfume.
Berna, who enjoys the smell of kung fu like a real dog, remembered that she had to wipe this place by looking at the towel she had.
But how do you wipe it? With a towel? A towel for an important place like this? That's absolutely impossible.
Reason to work critical if Keith is suffering from a cold, or if he is not, he is in a state of total smashing and rampage.
The only thing I can think of is licking it anymore, Berna reached out and gently touched the place where the smell was toughest.
Berna stroked Keith's penis over the fabric, which conveyed the feel of meat even from the top of her pants, and also the smell.
The meat stick, which slowly grew, floated its shape in the pants. Berna poked at the most sensitive part of it with her fingertips.
Poke it over and over again and the juice runs out in it to create stains on the fabric. Berna, licking the stain, throated at the deliciousness. And I licked it around there.
Berna finally let go of her mouth and woke up her body when Keith's pants were wetter with saliva than she had started.
Keith, looking down, looks disgusted to see if he's having a weird dream with his penis erected in his pants by a ginger. I think even a face like that is loving, Berna.
"Now… I will clean… your husband's body… I will clean"
When I whimpered small, I gently let him take off his pants and bounce his erect penis out.
Berna, who says "n" to the harsh smell of her penis popping out like a spring trick, slowly exhales her tongue and drips the saliva on top of it over her turtle head.
When I apply my saliva to the turtle head that way, I feel Keith is my own husband again, mixed with the stench of my own saliva.
Berna smiled satisfied that she had never shown anyone but Keith, wrapping the collar she had always provided around her neck, then laying down her body and letting the sweaty male organ in her mouth begin to lick it around with nero inside her.