Goddess, Help Me!

- I had a dream.

The content was an act of the New Year in the world of Si.

I ate an omelette, met up with a friend, went to Hatsumomo, bought a Fukubukuro in the stream, and traded some of the contents of the Fukubukuro for a friend's loot while I took a tea break at a cafe I stopped by on my way home... it was such a normal day.

Even so, it's not like I haven't flown consciousness into that world in a long time.

Those are memories of my own past.

No, it was Cedar who was actually acting, and I was just completely fading my own memory and assimilating it to Cedar, so maybe it's a little different than what I went through.

... Nevertheless, it was a nostalgic feeling.

Blink twice, three times, and look softly next door.

Then Medismult and I met eye to eye.

"Good Morning"

"...... hmm. Good morning."

Nothing surprising.

Sleeping together in the bedroom bed, or he waking up before me, is the usual thing.

"It seemed like a lot of fun, even some good dreams?

"Yeah... I was in Japan. Did you look like you had fun?

"Yeah. I've been smiling, and I've been laughing at couscous from time to time. But... is that right? Did you sit there dreaming?"

Squeeze like that and let Medismult just cloud the smile that floated in beauty.

I saw a shady look and pinned it.

Apparently Medismult is worried unnecessarily again.

I woke up completely to reclaim my memory, and this world entered the "idle period" with the return of the "Rainbow Brave", and it has been several years.

In me, the memories I had in Japan (there) became a long way off.

That's why I haven't dreamed of Sy in a long time and felt nostalgic.

Yet Medismult still seems to get anxious that I might go back over there.

You don't have to worry so much.

... As it were, a well tuned servant turned into a struggling demon king because of my scattered annoyance...

"It's okay. 'Cause I'm not going back over there."

Besides, I've already experienced that I can't go back even if I want to.

When I sent the "Rainbow Brave" to the world over there, only I was held back from going to the "transparent wall" along the way.

Unlike more than thirty years ago, when I was cut off weak, I am completely rejuvenated now. In that state, it seems impossible to slip through the walls and go to Si.

I have told Medismult everything about the situation.

And I've said, 'I'm not leaving you anymore because I care about Mae' many times... No, no, no. This is a story, or because he seems so anxious, at the end of the explanation of the situation! Yeah.

So why are you burying your face in your chest, this worrying demon king?

"Mr. Mae? Huh..."

Put your hand on his head and flush it back as you comb Pearl Gray's long hair.

It's usual to flirt from sleep, so apart from being rubbed off like sweet like this, it tickles when your hair touches your complexion. Too good a touch is also a thought.

"... you say 'back', etc."

- Lips poured against chest swelling whisper in a beautiful bass.

So I finally realized my own rudeness.

"That's not what I said. I'm overthinking it."

"My you."

"Yeah, I'm not going. I'm not going anywhere. I'm going back to Mae's, so..."

Rubbing his head off, stroking it all right.

My cheeks are subtly hot.

I'm still not used to saying this kind of dialogue.

'Cause it's embarrassing. This is embarrassing!

But I don't hate to spoil the Medismult thing in itself, or because I really like the sweet relationship I have right now, I try to spare no words. Shame on you.

"Hey... look up...? - Huh!"

but the fact that there was a niggling grin, not anxiety or worry, on Medismult's face that prompted him to raise it caused the temperature on his face to rise all at once.

So... tricked?

Did I fool you?

Hit back and forth with the bah.

With the momentum as it was, I shoved my hand up against the sheet.

but he is pulled behind his arms supporting his weight and disfigured. Once seated, the body fell asleep next to Medismult again.

"Hih, heh!

My back sinks into the sheet.

The body stretched out just like that.

"My you are truly adorable"

"... Huh!

"Whenever you look at the smell of light and express your affection for me, and the face that has not hidden its shame, I feel fresh. I want to love you more than once."

"Don't do anything like try!

"I'm sorry, sir."

I sincerely apologize in words, but delightful colors seep into its beautiful bass.

I guess you're not going to delude me for making fun of me from the beginning.

Medismult's hand loosely traces the line of the body over the baby doll to the evidence.

"Mae!

"Yes, my you"

The red balls staring at this one narrowed down inadvertently.

His shoulders jumped unexpectedly as he was attracted to a leaky smile of color at close range.

Come on now, it seems good to get used to seeing... I'm still thrilled to see Medismurt's wandering expression.

Yesterday's than yesterday's, this morning's Medismurt looks better than yesterday's - what a thought I have, I guess, my whole body stained with pink magic in my head.

"Wow, I'm mad at you."

But it won't flush!

It was Medismurt himself who told me it was good to stay me, although the upside down relationship is completely the opposite of the previous one.

Like when I was in a semi-demonstrative, obedient relationship with the Demon King, I can't do anything. 'Cause I have to show it right.

"What about 'I'm sorry I imitated you like I would try'?

"Oh, we've seen you wake up well, but you're still in love. You finished apologizing earlier, didn't you?

"Such an attitude is... meh..."

"Let's have a meal. I hope anger encourages hunger. Enjoy plenty."

"Wait... ugh...!

A hand diving into a thin cloth begins to stir me up in precise motion, as usual.

Big hands, long fingers, lips and tongue tips gently caress my sensitive spot.

"Me... Mae..."

"Can you touch me, too?"

Exhalation tickles my ears.

A lip that dropped a colored whisper stroked my cheek and touched my lips.

They just overlapped and rubbed each other. That opens from either side.

Every time the tip of my tongue tangled, I turned my hand around Medismult's back, listening to the pitchy, leaking water.

The two, who shared the horn of the king like a bird of the wings, crossed the races like branches of the kingdom, even now that it was their turn...

I have a sweet routine where my surroundings throw up sand.