Entering a Company From Another World!?

"... a date?

"Yes"

My heart may be beating harder now than when I'm fighting.

After all, I'm inviting a woman to a date who has no preparation or arrangement and doesn't expect to be invited by surprise.

It seems that the air in the room has changed slightly since the supervisor was invited on a date, a woman who needs to be carefully prepared.

The Superintendent's face is suspicious.

I'll finish the sentence.

He seemed to be asking why I was doing this at this time.

"Have you been challenged by both of them?

"No, it's my will."

The trigger may have been Professor Fusio's words, but it was my intention to stand here and let go of those words.

The Superintendent, whose actions were puzzling, thought the two instructors were involved.

But my answer is no.

The superintendent puts his arms under his chest and snaps them if he's not more convinced.

"Do you care about what we talked about?"

That's how it started.

I can respond with an air that clearly makes me feel like I'm being interviewed.

Answer what the other person is asking for without a time lag, without lying.

Wrinkles appear between the supervisor's eyebrows in the uncertain answer.

……

As for me, if I don't have a pulse, it's nonsense. I thought I could cut it off and throw it away in one word.

Rather than that, I thought it was the pattern.

And if there is a pulse that may remain slightly, I thought the answer would come back immediately, but unexpectedly the supervisor chose the answer silently.

That means you're worried about my answer.

It is an unusual sight in a sense.

However, whether it's good or bad, I think it's a good trend.

The trouble is that at least the possibilities are not zero.

However, regardless of whether I have a pulse or not, I would like to have a date at least once.

Ha.

It was the Superintendent's sigh that first came out about a minute waiting for the Superintendent's answer while thinking about it.

She hates to look weak.

Thought it was such a wish, the superintendent opened his mouth with a stunned laugh.

"Because you have a wish, what kind of wish do you want to date me? It's not about grace, it's about your own will. In a sense, it's a high expectation, but I wonder when to swing it. When a man invites me to meet him?"

And he slowly walked towards me.

And look at my face without saying anything.

There is not much difference in height, but the supervisor is slightly lower.

As a result, it became a standing position like a one-scene of some kind of love drama.

"It's innocent, but let me ask you a question. Why did you invite me?"

The superintendent's voice was much softer than usual, as if it were suitable for the scene.

It's just the result of my thinking.

"Well, what did you think?

I just acted because I was stuck thinking about why I invited the superintendent on a date.

The reason is simple and clear.

I wanted to know if I could like her myself.

I have a preference for the Superintendent now.

However, I used to think that the feeling was favorable as a boss, but I have more opportunities to see the supervisor as a woman recently.

As a heterosexual or as a supervisor at work, I said this to identify the feeling that is in me because it is ambiguous.

I don't know anything, I just don't want to be vague about the situation.

I can't get married just because of the work relationship of political marriage.

I knew exactly what I needed to think about in that part.

The result of my thinking about what to do is to go out with the Superintendent and get a good sense of my feelings.

It may be a little different from going back to the beginning, but I think it shoots a target in the sense of staring again.

And I stepped on the idea that a normal conversation was not enough to re-examine the stare.

That's why I invited her on a date with all my energy.

I could get married politically, but I wanted to see if I could like each other properly afterwards.

There is no problem if you can like it.

I can face her.

But if I can't, I'll regret it, even if I was born in this Demon King army.

I didn't want to do that.

Briefly, if you like it, you can marry it, and if you can't, you can't.

Depending on the choice, it may be far from the world, but it is a divisive act that has to be done.

Without complicating my thinking, I decided to leave these two options to myself.

It may sound like an excuse, but that's why I asked you out on a date.

"Sorry."

The superintendent apologized to me for spitting out all that.

The superintendent took seriously the words that were truncated as stupid.

"You just got caught up, you could have grown slower by nature."

What a weakness.

I'm not sure if it was an act, but somehow I thought the words were her true intentions.

"I have a position, but I would have preferred to work slowly with Suela without thinking about marrying such a woman."

The Superintendent's words may indeed have been one of my futures.

If only I had an avant-garde.

If only my instructors weren't the two of us.

If only someone could be more effective than me now.

I can say as much as I want about Ifu.

But that's just a story of the process, that's all.

"I don't know, living like that, and if you had the chance to listen to me right now, you might have said you'd be better off."

It would be a lie to say that the commander's words are unattractive.

Work normally without disturbance, have dinner with Suela, go out with Memoria, and play with Himiku.

I'm sure it's a happy life, but I may say that I've been tough on the experience I've had since I joined this company, but I don't regret it.

Life is life, reality is reality.

"So maybe it's not a bad thing to have such a relationship with the Superintendent."

If the result of that action is a political marriage with a supervisor, in the worst case scenario, self-responsibility.

To put it bluntly.

"I mean, look. How can you go out with a beautiful woman after all your hard work? People say it's good for me as a man."

It can be said to be the result of an effort.

If it's an accepted result, I don't feel bad about it.

And if the result is a beautiful woman named Superintendent, it will be exhausted.

If this was a story about a strange lady, she would have sat down without worrying about the instructors in the first place, consulted with Suela and wondered how she could refuse without a wave.

Superintendent, no, Evia's the reason I'm worried.

To tell it a little joke, the superintendent rounded his eyes a little and then had his usual abusive smile.

"Well, apparently I was wrong about you."

"Is your rating down?

"Well, it's my position that I can't communicate the content of other people's assessments. I can't give you that rating."

It's not good.

"Yes, I'm a slut."

Then the supervisor turned his face and smiled at the distance.

The appearance seemed very attractive from my point of view, and I thought to myself that there might not be a need for a date, even though it was a small one.

"It's been a long time since a man asked that woman out on a date."

"It's a waste, what were the men around you doing when you were so beautiful?

"Well, as far as I can remember, this is only the first time I've spoken grandiosely, and I'll answer for the honor of the men around me. But it's not so bad to be praised from the front. Especially if you're not flattered."

"I'm afraid to lie to my supervisor and upset you."

"Would it be better if the words were a little cloudy there?

I will make progress.

I shook my shoulders with a little laughter at the superintendent who told me to be careful of my words.

Where is the first tension going?

Recently, there has been an exchange like our usual conversation.

"Well, Jiro. It was a date."

"Yes, it's a date."

And the story goes back to the beginning.

Originally, I came here to ask the superintendent out on a date.

It would be more helpful if you gave me an answer than if I made you talk.

"I don't mind."

And now the supervisor quickly told me the words of approval.

"What you're looking for on a date is mutual understanding of bad and bad emotions. I think it would be better for me to have that opportunity in the future."

"It's true, but it's a way of saying things that aren't sexy at all."

"What? Should I be sexy?

"If possible"

"That's right...."

I don't even feel like I've been taken to the Superintendent's pace gradually, but I feel like I'm going to be able to achieve my purpose.

I think the supervisor thought for a few seconds about my words saying it was better to be colorful, and soon packed them and hugged me.

"I'm more excited than you think.

A slightly red expression and soft words that I don't usually see.

And the soft feeling of a woman on her right arm and the sweet smell of her fragrant smell.

The opposite of her action, which makes her feel the usual chill.

My face would have turned red all of a sudden with a double physical and mental attack aimed at such a gap.

"Kukuku, do I have to train around here? This kind of interaction is routine for aristocrats. I can feel it at first, but I'll leave that expression to my family. You can't get caught in a honey trap after you marry me."

In some cases, I was told I was pregnant just by talking, and I was warned, but I had no choice but to reply.

I was the supervisor who gave me the color as requested, but it was quite stimulating.

Goddamn it, while mourning inside, it makes me decide that I have to do something a little more that I can only reply to make fun of myself who is distracted and eager.

The director who enjoyed my reaction was satisfied. Gently let go of my arm and stand in front of me.

"Well, as you requested, I have a date, but unfortunately I'm busy. It also takes time to take a vacation. I'm sorry, but you're going to have to match me on holidays."

"There's no problem around here."

Ok, well...

He tried to hold his face down and hide his reddish face, but the superintendent, who seemed pleased with the act, told him his plans for the future with pleasure.

"Oh, Superintendent."

"What, you didn't call me by my name just now?

"... Mr. Evia"

"What is it that is red? You called me once, didn't you?

Does this demon have to tease you... No, because you're a demon, you tease me?

"Your reaction is so cute, forgive me. So, what? Is there anything else besides a date?

I have repeatedly wished for this, but I was told to call you by name instead of the usual way to tell you another thing, and I remembered the exchange just now and was made fun of that I blushed again.

But there's nothing we can do to stop here.

"No, it has something to do with dating, but let me plan my first date."

"Well, is that what you're saying about escorting me?

"It's not in that format. Director, no, I hope Evia enjoys a date with a Japanese common man."

Hmm.

I want you to know me on a date anyway.

Then I thought a Japanese date would be better than a fantasy date.

The question is whether the supervisor can go outside the company.

The Superintendent is in a different position from us.

I know this story itself is a bit impossible.

I don't think I can do it normally, but I think I can do it with a supervisor.

Very well.

And half the expectations were accepted.

"There will be a little preparation, but there will be nothing we can't do. I'm also interested in the outside world."

No, let's just make a few corrections.

The superintendent seems to be at the mercy of his mind.

I was just saying that I was interested, and the atmosphere of the supervisor seemed fun.

Seeing him like that reminds me of him.

When I put in the cake before, I knew the name of the store.

And recently, I was asked to buy a cake.

I think it would be nice, but I won't talk about it.

Jiro.

"Yes"

"I'm looking forward to it."

Yeah, me too.

All you need to know is that this action has yielded better results than you thought.

One word today.

Fun is not for others to decide, but for themselves.