Goddess, Help Me!

The next morning I woke up earlier than the alarm I had set late.

With his body thrown out on the bed, he traces the memories of his dreams with a blurry head that has just woken up.

I heard the backdrop of a serious brave man. It ended badly. I get depressed because my brain miso spins this dream.

Even though I'm not as aware of my abusive hobbies as the dust. Is it insatiable in deep psychology?

Speaking of insatiable desires, the youth were also strange in their words and deeds. To others, but also to the horribly appearance of the opposite sex - consciousness awakened at once where I had so much thought back.

Make coffee trying to calm down the upset. In the middle of setting the cup. Hello, flashed. Hurry from the fragrant incensed kitchen to the computer. I checked my mind.

Follow with your eyes the page in question led from the keyword, recalling the presence of coffee on the way back and forth to pick up the cup. Again in front of the computer, this time I looked through a carefully written sentence.

Meaning of Medismult's gaze suddenly pregnant with fever.

What came to my mind when I woke up was the word 'estrus'.

... because it was really abrupt.

Until last time, a young man who was a jerk and a jerk changed his attitude last night. The figure is like an animal with a platter...

It seems that time passes ten times differently here and there. Ten days have passed since the day I first had this dream, if I am certain of Sy's memory. That means it's been around a hundred days over there.

If we proceed on the assumption that there are also four seasons in the demonic world, and then a year tours in the same number of days, if there are more than three months, one season will be touring.

- I thought that far and returned it to me.

"Ridiculous......"

Take your hands off the mouse and hold the cup in both hands. When the bitter taste in my mouth passed my throat, I could calm down a little.

It's weird in the first place from the premise, isn't it? So is the seasonal situation in the demonic world, but if you're a succubus, it's true all year round.

Because it's a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream. A delusion I created.

I set up my computer so that I could be run over by a sleepy head, but it's a waste of time trying to get some certainty. No matter how good the machine in front of me was, there was no way it listed the ecology of a paranoid organism.

Ask for bed with Chirali. Heavy in my dreams. Unlike that, what is now placed in Sy's room is a cheap pipe bed bought on the street.

Look down at your body. The body that came the sweatshirt is slightly muscular and the chest is only swollen to the extent of my apologies.

Yeah. I'm here with the usual space and myself being too normal.

"Hold on, me!

I slapped him on the cheek with both hands and put him alive.

Too little body to crush your precious morning free time with paranoia.

I still have plenty of time to spare because I woke up earlier than the alarm went off. I have to go clean and buy out as planned.

Cee rekindled the rest of the coffee at once.

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I went to work after lunch an hour ago. I'm working from noon today.

I woke up in the morning and went straight to work, but I'm sure I wouldn't have gotten anything today. I have been told scattered since my training days that relaxation leads to accidents. It was honestly helpful to have time to rebuild my feelings.

Go to the office with a modem. I looked up at the whiteboard as I exchanged greetings. No changes to today's schedule or rotation. Peek into the paper pasted next door. Ah, the example child is the problem behavior again... I need to be careful, too.

I looked at other contacts and had a light meeting with a colleague who came back after tutoring the adult class. Turning desk work and free-course watchmen passed the same amount of time as usual.

Sy's profession is as a pool instructor. I think it's a vocation.

I started learning to swim in kindergarten. Sometimes when I was little, I felt bitter going through every week, but when I was in elementary school, I got the hang of it, and then I enjoyed swimming.

In middle school and high school, he had improved enough to go up to the podium at the tournament. Even though the university went to an undergraduate completely unrelated to swimming, it was this job that ended up choosing me for a job.

The first thing to do is get used to the water. Fine technical instruction and stepping up to the competition is enough after you realize the water and the pleasure of playing.

The class of unschooled children starts at three o'clock and then comes into contact with the children via water in the junior class, which also starts sequentially. This time always passes quickly.

Allow the children to take a shower at the end of the instruction, check if the eyes are cleaned, and prompt the dressing room. If you smile off the cheerful voices of the final class kids today and then look up at the wall clock, it's 7: 00 p.m.

Return to the office feeling comfortably tired. When I got to my seat, Mio pulled a chair over from the desk next door.

"Good day, Coach Cee. He's not here today."

"... who is"

"" He on Tuesday. ""

When I asked, I was whispered with laughter.

Well, I guess I'll get that answer back. - I thought.

"... Soudesca"

"You don't seem to have any nominations today. Are you busy at work?

"Come on."

Sy's workplace is a complex of swimming pools and sports gyms. Proceeding through the entrance, there is first a reception desk, and behind it a waiting office for instructors and staff. It's a way for someone who's free in the office to take turns and get a desk.

There is a pool if you go past the front desk to the right, a gym area if you break to the left, and a studio to use for yoga classes, etc.

"He on Tuesday" is a man who uses the gym area every Tuesday, as his nickname suggests. When I come to the hotel and when I return from it, I will always peek out the back through the reception window and call by name that there is Sy. That's all connected people.

I never even introduced myself. I guess I even found out Sy's name when someone else called her.

I ended up talking a word or two, even when I called to the desk, like, 'Mr. Sy's small, isn't she?' or 'It's going to rain today'.

A colleague who sees "Tuesday's Him", led by Mio, says with his mouth shut, "I care about Sy." But I've never been specifically acted upon.

Well, you might be a nice guy to be objective with. I think he's a muscular figure just to work out every week, and his face is manly and neat. But first, I don't like the idea of calling the desk knowing that I can't turn this one down at work. The fact that I don't clearly move into action just by looking at it with the included gaze is also mocking.

Are you waiting for this one to fall?

If so, are you quite confident?

It's just puzzling to accumulate in my chest that I've been casually chilled to say, "Contrary to appearance, herbivorous" or "All the way, if you go out with me, you'll take care of it".

Sy looks like she's basically in love. There is also a flushing and physical consciousness.

So if you take a forceful approach from him, you might have different emotions again. Love could budge if you asked me out for a meal or give me contact information or something specific like that. But at the moment it was not seen as such at all. So I have no intention of calling from Sy either.

... by the looks of it, it's a medismult victory. Cracked abs, wide shoulder width, hard looking spine. An even body is tight, and yet you might want to describe it as a thin macho rather than a muscular lump because your hips are narrow.

The colors are bullshit, and there's some weird stuff on my head, but I like my face... there's something about it that looks a little cold. It would be perfect if you hadn't moved yourself with that. Too bad about the words and actions already.

"- Reishi's Goddess"

"... Huh!

"Hmm?"

"Oh, no. Anything."

Laughing and deluding at her neck-leaning beauty, she resumed the creation of her in-house posting.

Drop your gaze on hand. Yet I can't move my hand. Instead of concentrating on the work, the mind fills with remembered youth.

- It's just a dream. Medismult is the product of paranoia created by tired heads.

It's too rude of him to compare him to a paranoid man in real life.

Besides, if Medicine Mults were real, the world would exist again. Sy will be caught up in a world where demons and humans compete. No, let's say I've already stuck half my neck in from myself. 'Cause I did what I could to advise Medismult. Because one serious brave man was corrupted.

I shouldn't have given you the right answer. If I had twisted my head from a more human-side gaze, a little more seriously rather than a gaming sensation, it could have ended differently again. But I don't really feel like it's a good idea to have a shoulder on the human side. Because Sy's standing position is "God on the Devil's side".

... Why me?

That's where it all started. I don't know why Sy treats you like a god.

"... Coach Cee?

returned it to me.

"He's disappointed because" Tuesday's him "isn't coming... doesn't sound like it. Trouble?"

"Oh, no,... well, hey"

"I'm another month out of retirement, so if you're talking about work, I'll talk to you soon, okay? Well, I can still go to dinner after I retire."

"It's been three years since we've been married and we're going through family planning in earnest," Mio told me the other day about the reason for her retirement.

She has been wishing her husband many times before that life immersed in water for a long time in a hot water pool would be subtle for the body of a woman who wishes to become pregnant.

The clerical service here is often concurrent with the coaching industry, and there is no recruitment of clerks. She also told me the other day that working itself is in the process of finding a new place to work because she's getting consent.

"I'm not talking about Coach Mio's takeover or the workplace."

"Hmm. Did you have someone you liked?

"Become"

I put my elbow on my desk and my jaw on my hand, and Mio laughs niggly.

"It turns red or blue. Funya laughs, mumbles and sighs. It's been weird since I went to work today, Coach Sy."

"... Were you?

"You look serious for a maiden in love. I'm already worried about your sister. So, you have a girlfriend or something like that? No wives and children, Zettai."

Relax, paranoid woman.

How could I forgive the beauty of leaping diagonally upwards to make my nose rough?

She likes to take everything to the sex show. I'm usually a senior I can count on, a woman I respect as a mentor, but where I don't have eyes for love stories, I just have to laugh bitterly. Oh, I sighed. Maybe this is how I unconsciously missed happiness so many times today.

I honestly appreciate you paying attention to Sheesh, who seems to be unusual, and then I run away clouding my words.

Reality and delusion are in a proper mix, swinging by strange continuous dreams, no matter how I wrapped them in oblate, I wasn't sure I could explain them properly. What's wrong with being dragged into a dream?

Cleaning after sales is done on a shared basis and on the way home.

The next time I have that dream, what can I say? I wonder how to act. Sy's day ended with a stuffy repetition of unanswered questions.

- My reunion with Medismurt was late that night.