"Mr. Yvetta... give me a break..."
One day, at an apartment in the Intermediate District, Guitar was drooling over Yvetta before he went to work.
"Lately, Yummy's guy comes to my room in the middle of the night dressed like a freak... that's Mr. Yvetta's wisdom, isn't it?
She was the only one, such as someone he knew with such a wide variety of costumes.
"Oh? You weren't satisfied?
Koten, and Yvetta defeating her neck to the side and leaking a strange voice. Apparently, no offense whatsoever. It was unnecessarily bad in nature.
"Satisfied... you can't be satisfied. When did you say I liked cosplay?
"Oh... I'm sorry..."
Yvetta is denied her whole coordination and sounds sad. Nobunaga seems to have conveyed to her that she "hates fucking cosplay shows" and caresses her chest down with relief.
I told Yumiel the same thing, but the teacher said, "I don't like it, I don't like it," and I didn't really take it.
I hope so, and what I tried to say no to from the beginning seems to have worked. Yvetta is leaning down with her hand against the wall. Apparently, he's reflecting.
"You seem to understand... so when is that going to improve?
"Oh no! I can't improve right away!!
The woman who gave her face well in momentum and raised her voice of denial toward your greatness. Wouldn't it be easier for Yumiel to have him revamped if he breathed good things into him? I think so, and your college will continue to protest.
"No, no, if you've got your hands on it, take care of it to the end. You won't even listen to me..."
Guckling and dropping his shoulders like exhausted, he exhales deeply precious. Looks like Rakuten Yvetta also figured out the seriousness of the situation. Grasp your hands in front of your chest and open your mouth with a rare and fortitude.
"... ok. I'm still the Lord of every Castle in this country! Responsibility, I'll take it to the end!
"Ooh!"
"Except! I can't believe I'm going to improve my current Yumiel more, I'm going to break my bones too...... so I have exchange terms!
"Exchange terms?
If you've come this far, you'll just have to come with anything else. To him like that, Yvetta exalted herself.
I want you to collect the ingredients for "Ecstasy Perfume"!
"... Yes?
Replacement conditions presented by your sister in the water system. It was, "Find ingredients from the market for" ecstasy perfume "that makes people expensive."
"" Adult Goblin's Eyelash, "" Paralyzed Lizard's Sweat Gland, "then" Temptation Flower Petals "are all there..." Succubus Honey "will be ready by Yvetta in front of you, so all you have to do is" Sexy Mandragola Root "... that's the ingredient."
Precious man walks into the pink shopping cage handed to him, stuffed with ingredients that smell demonic. It smells sweet, sour, and my head is going to crack.
In order to find items that can never be arranged on the front streets, we tour biopharmaceutical stores such as those that don't even show signs.
The "perfume of ecstasy" ingredients, which account for many of the monster materials, are not stably supplied. Even the shop taught by Yvetta that "there might be one here" only kept "Temptation Flower Petals".
Still, you tell the store's connections about anything, and you manage to get all the rest of the ingredients together. But I really can't find only "Sexy Mandragola Root".
I can find as many "mandragola roots" for similar products, but uselessly colorful roots, shaped like the lower body of a person who put his legs together and hid his groin, seem to be of high rare value.
Everywhere I go, no matter who I ask, they say, "I'm out of stock right now". Here we are, Precious University, who understood why Yvetta deliberately placed such a use on exchange terms.
She knew that "Sexy Mandragola Root" was thin. That's why "exchange terms". Shallow, "Huh? Is that okay with you? I will, I will!" He regretted jumping in the future.
(Uh-huh, the "pharmacists" and the adventurers seem to have it...)
But lately, nobles are increasingly abhorrent when they are obsessed with aristocracy. I don't know what conditions I can plug. "You can give it to me, but go and use it instead," what a snowman-style development, it would be extremely cumbersome.
In the corner of the market in the intermediate district, a noble troublemaker. There was such a man who reached out to him in salvation.
"Is that it? Mr. Takahiro, is it strange to see you here?
"Hmm? Oh, Eric."
Eric, a young teacher at the Royal Grand Feria School, stood there as you raised your face to the voice. Likewise, he greets me with a soft grin through his arms with a shopping cage containing something resembling an experimental instrument.
"Hello, shopping?
"Yeah, well, is that the place?
Two people with few contacts in everyday situations. Eric glanced at your shopping cage with all his intrigue, and looked back in his voice.
"Ha, Takahiro......! The ingredients...!
"Huh? What's that reaction?
I guess I understood that monster materials that hide out of the pink cage should be called teachers who specialize in boulders, demonology, are all exciting. I dyed the glazed child's face red and began to distract my gaze everywhere busily.
"Wow, I get it. Even Mr. Takahiro is a man. Sometimes I want to play with something like that..."
"Ah! No, I'm not using this..."
Guitar Dai, who realizes that Shye Eric is apparently making a mistake, rushes to solve the misunderstanding. But Eric, who seems to even get the hot air out of his head, waves both hands and even blocks it.
"That's okay, that's okay! I won't tell anyone!
"So, no..."
Finally, he said, "I haven't seen anything! I haven't seen anything!" and Eric bowing his head with a peck. Your Highness, no longer knowing how to be good, just groaned "Eh, no, no..."
"Ha ha, the water merchant asked me for" ecstasy perfume "ingredients... I see, it's a literal profession to be a store for anything"
After a while he finally gave his explanation to calm Eric, Guitar exhales with relief.
"But I just can't find the" Sexy Mandragola Root "... it seems so thin."
Then, it seems no different in any world that the object is close to the information, and Eric in front of him said, "I have it."
"Oh, then I have it...... oh, hey, it's for research!? For slutty purposes, never..."
Blonde glasses, with her face turning bright red and leaning again. Panicked at the appearance of an unacceptable misunderstanding from around him, Guitar grabs his shoulder and tries to make him raise his face.
Eric leaks his voice "Ah..." with that sudden body touch. A yellow voice rising from all the crowds in the market. Then, as he fled, Guitar pulled Eric's arm and hurried to Eric's house in the Advanced District.
In this way, Guitar University, which managed to assemble the materials, was able to deliver a report on the completion of the request to Yvetta by sundown. It was more like a day of shredding mental strength than physical strength.
"Phew... now that I think I can sleep, it was worth the effort"
You were able to finish your work and go home. The fact that Yvetta, having a little talk with Yumiel, took a bag packed with costumes must have worked. Now when I get to sleep, I go back lightly from the toilet to the bedroom, where I used it before I went to bed.
"Sa ~, tomorrow is the holiday. Sleep tight."
I feel dull in the core of my head whether I was accumulating mental fatigue. In that case, you can only go to sleep for a long time. Even if not, he's a person who loves to sleep. In order to soon fall asleep in a comfortable bed, Nobita rolled a thick futon for the winter.
Then there lay Yumiel, wearing only thin purple see-through negligees and remarkable black shorts, with pillows.
"........................ what?
It's like a sight without a sense of reality, precious that makes your head and body stiff.
Without speaking to him like that, Yumiel flipped a pillow that said "NO" in her chest.
There, the red letter "YES".
And Yumiel finally opens his mouth when he gets here.
"... oh, yes... come... I'm comin '"
"Get out!
You kick Yumiel out of his room without expressions and mouthing him as "cam" or "oyee" without caging his emotions.
Apparently, Yvetta was mistaken for saying that you are not satisfied with your costumes and situations. To an "improved," more direct approach, his head aches with a rash.
"How many times have I told you not to blow this into a worldless yummy...!
Naturally, without waiting for the morning, Guitar went to complain to Yvetta, who was bending what he wanted to tell her.
But he said, "No! I can't believe I'm not satisfied with that...! In Yumi's unripe fruit, you couldn't take Taka Hiro's burning desire!? Fine, leave the rest to your sister!!," and watching the exuberant succubus by herself made me doggedly tired, "Enough, that's enough..." You think I left her apartment behind?