Gun-ota ga Mahou Sekai ni Tensei Shitara, Gendai Heiki de Guntai Harem o Tsukucchaimashita!?

It's been about ten days since I entered Harbor Street Heidingsfeld.

Today, I was standing naked in the inn courtyard where I was staying, with my pants.

My husband standing next to me gives a happy voice.

"Ha ha ha ha! Lute! Now, let's get started!

"Yes, sir, please be as gentle as possible with that"

"Ha ha ha! That's a little tricky!

My husband rejects me with a good smile.

"Then let's start by building from the muscles of your feet! Lute, don't hesitate to take my favorite statue!

I am a statue arranged in front of me - a statue my husband used for muscle tresses in the basement where Asura was asleep. My husband was so thoughtful that he brought it into the infinite storage of the lease.

And I choose the smallest statue.

My husband chose the biggest statue on the contrary.

Why am I doing muscle tresses with my husband - the story goes back to the after-dinner regiment last night.

"Is that your husband's dream?

After the meal, my husband, me and Chris were colluding in the living room of the suite where my husband was staying (exorcising demons and redeeming materials to pay for themselves) without family water.

Sometimes with my father-in-law - a care from around.

Shea somehow exists as a servant and pours her husband a substitute for incense tea.

My husband was also used to his servant's life, so he responded with an attitude of entering the hall without confusion.

Such a husband tells his dreams out of the flow of the topic.

"Actually, when I had a son, I dreamed of doing muscle training with him."

My husband raises his hand and makes Shea bring sweet treats.

She's also like a maid who worked for years - that's what Mr. Merse does, following his husband's instructions in a smooth move.

How can these two have such a natural attitude? Did you even have a meeting where I didn't know?

My husband pinches sweet confectionery and drinks incense tea.

"Since we came to this city to earn our own accommodation, living expenses, travel expenses, etc., Gigi and I have saved enough money by doing demonic exorcisms, etc. I've been trying to relax for a while."

As my husband put it, the two had defeated demons outside the city from about Harbor Street Heidingsfeld.

Nothing. Not to relieve stress.

They earned their living expenses, their travel expenses to return to the Demon Continent, etc.

At first, I said I'd give you as much money as that, but we're both a solid.

In the end, the two exorcised demons to earn their target amount in a short period of time.

... but the harm, or the fact that the two of them hunted all over, seems to have caused the demons to disappear from around Heidingsfeld.

How rampant did you get?

"That's why I took advantage of this holiday to have a stepson named Lute, so I wanted to make my dream come true. If you have free time, would you go out with me?

Chris reacts before I do.

"Lute, will your brother be as mucky as your father?

I think about it for a while, Chris.

Suddenly, he grabs his shoulder and approaches it with a serious look.

"Lute, brother, brother is nice enough as it is now! So stop building too much muscle!

What the hell did Chris imagine?

I speak to reassure her.

"I don't know what you imagined, but it's impossible for me to muscle like my husband."

I turn to my husband as I calm Chris down.

"Okay. So if it's good tomorrow, I'll stick with you on the muscle tray because I don't have any particular errands myself."

"Right, right! Then why don't we rent the Inn courtyard tomorrow and encourage a quick workout! Ha, ha, ha!

My husband raised his voice in a heartfelt delight at my response.

If it makes you so happy, it's worth the commitment.

The other is Chris' father, his daughter-in-law.

If it's my father-in-law's wish, I can't go under.

- And the story goes back to the beginning.

It's good to muscle, but I doubt why you have to be naked in your upper body.

I follow my husband's instructions and take charge of the smallest statue.

"Come on, Lute! You're gonna shake your muscles to the full!

"Yes, sir!

And we started the squat together.

"1! 2! 3! 4! 5!

I speak, bend my knees, stretch and repeat.

My husband squats at the same pace, according to my hanging voice.

"How about that! Lute! Your muscles are shaking!

"Yes! I'm shaking!

"Right! Right! Ha, ha, ha, ha! Then I'll make you tremble more!

My husband and muscle tread continue at this rate.

At first, I could still afford it, so I could move my body while answering it like this.

"What's up, Lute! They're stopping moving!

"Yes! Shh, excuse me!

Out of breath, I repeat the squirt.

I'm also an active Legion executive. He also keeps running, shooting, fighting, and training in other combat skills to maintain strength & skill.

I was confident in my strength, but my husband's muscle tread was harsher than I imagined.

You start the first squirt and you still don't try to finish it.

Instead, my husband increases his speed when he says that the warm-up is finally over.

"Ha ha ha ha! Lute! I knew you had the best muscles!

"Ha, yes. It's great."

I manage to respond, even though I breathe constantly.

Sweat runs out of his body like a waterfall, but on the other hand, his husband accelerates his speed even more without letting a drop of sweat drip.

Really this guy is a monster...... ugh.

How long has it been since then?

Finally, my husband gives an end voice.

As I lowered the stone statue I was carrying to the ground, I lay my hands on my knees and cut my breath.

(I had no idea the first squirt would drain you so much...)

Honestly, I was looking too sweet at your husband's muscle tread.

I want to beat the hell out of myself yesterday that I didn't hesitate to admit......

Contrary to my regrets like that, my husband is happy to move on to the next training menu.

"Come on, Lute! Lightly relaxed. Next time, we're going to the abs! When you're done with your abs, your spine, chest muscles, arms, shoulders and other muscles will also be working out in plenty! Totally awesome muscle to do with my stepson! Hahahahahahahahaha!

My husband laughs more pleasantly than usual.

Conversely, I felt nothing but despair before the training menu presented by my husband.

Apparently, I'm gonna lose my life today.

I was reborn into another world and felt the strongest and most life-threatening I had ever lived.

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The day after I had a muscle tread with my husband, at night.

I was drinking alcohol at a bar counter in the basement of the inn with Mr. Gigi.

Yesterday I hung out with muscle tresses in the courtyard to fulfill my husband's dream: "I want to muscle tread with you when I have a son".

As a result, I became the feather of experiencing my husband's hard muscle tread and was dying.

Still, to avoid grieving Chris' father, my father-in-law, my husband, I made various spiritual sacrifices and managed to do it with guts.

That day, despite his sweaty body, he did not bathe or change, and slept straight to bed to pass out.

The next day, my whole body breaks bones and I get so much pain that I suspect my muscles might have broken a thousand times.

In the meantime, after I get my whole body healed by Snow's healing magic, I'll use my daughters hands to finish bathing and dressing.

It was like caring for an old man.

Thanks to healing magic, the morning was hard. The muscle pain was also largely better, but the body lay in bed all day, lazily.

My eyes were blinded even at night because I slept too much because of it.

Gigi spoke to me like that, and instead of sleeping pills, two men were supposed to drink alcohol at the bar on the first floor of the basement of the inn.

"Lute, I hear you had a rough morning."

"I had a general muscle ache with the muscle tre I did with my husband yesterday... But thanks to healing witchcraft, I can only feel weak now."

"Right."

Mr. Gigi swallows about half the dark color alcohol - a liquid similar to whiskey - when he hits the correlation.

I was drinking to lick alcohol with honey in the wine next to him.

At present, the accommodation we are staying in is classified as a luxury accommodation, even in Harbor Street Heidingsfeld.

For this reason, bars are rare in this world, and there are facilities in the basement.

The size is about three school classrooms, with a piano-like instrument placed almost in the center. It seems to be played by time, day. In addition to us, guests' men and women enjoyed alcohol, knobs, and conversation about the table.

Me and Mr. Gigi sit side by side in the counter with two men.

A demonic race-like male master works silently over the counter.

I've never been on Earth in my last life. I'm in the adult world.

Mr. Gigi drinks up about half the leftover whiskey and orders the same thing.

The master nods and takes out the bottle.

Mr. Gigi looks at the amber whiskey that gets poured, and he talks to me.

"Don't take my husband badly. That guy is really happy that Lute married Miss Chris. So yesterday, years of dreams came true and I forgot to add or subtract them. Never had a bad faith in Lute."

Gigi asked him out for a drink, apparently along with her husband's follow-up.

I smile unwittingly and strike an alliance.

"Of course, I know. As much as my husband has no malice."

"Right. That's fine. Sorry about the weird stuff."

"No. I'd rather thank you for your attention"

As soon as Mr. Gigi receives a new whiskey from the master, he mouths.

I recommended dried meat with spices like knob jerky because it was bad for him to drink alone.

Mr. Gigi grabs one of them and throws it into his mouth.

But when you think about it, you never had alcohol with Gigi like this.

When we met at the Brad Mansion on the Demon Continent, I was still a child, and Gigi traveled to find her husband for a long period of time and didn't see him face to face.

"... Lute, there's something I'd like to talk to Omae about because this is a good opportunity"

Mr. Gigi pours in and cuts out the dried meat in his mouth with whiskey.

About the Legion's Maya Dragoon.

"Is it Maya?

Meyer's name comes out of Mr. Gigi's mouth.

The name of an unexpected person is raised, and I turn my thoughts.

The contact between Mr. Gigi and Mayer is thin.

The relationship between the two shouldn't be as deep as he gives you a name on this occasion.

Maybe Maya did something to Mr. Gigi.

(If so, I'll have to make sure Mr. Gigi apologizes later)

Mr. Gigi stabs me in the nail when I think about it in my heart.

"I don't want you to get me wrong, but it's not like she did anything offensive to me. It's not like that."

So what is Mr. Gigi trying to tell us about Maya?

As I wait to continue,

"... it's not what outsiders like me would say, but I'm going to advise you that Lute doesn't seem to notice at all."

(That's a lot less serene than advice...)

I hear Gigi has something on her mind about Maya.

Did she even witness the hostilities that betrayed us?

But I can assure you that it's 100% impossible for Maya to do that.

So, what the hell is Mr. Gigi trying to advise you about her?

I listen to Mr. Gigi by swallowing his spirits.

Mr. Gigi cuts out the story, as hard as it sounds to say.

"Lute may not have noticed... but Maya Dragoon has a crush on Lute"

"....................................................................................... Huh?

Gigi mistakenly thinks that she finally realizes that Maya's favor is being directed at her by her own pointing.

'Oh man,' he shook his neck gently as he was shuddered, and Mr. Gigi opened his mouth.

"Did you still not notice? Lute has always been dull for women."

(Don't let Omae say it!) and I almost scream and hold my mouth.

Mr. Gigi is good at speaking out somewhere.

"So much so that when Lute worked for the Brad family she didn't even realize until the end that Lady Chris had a crush on Omae, so naturally, though. Whatever I say, Lute should learn to be a little more 'feminine'. There's no harm in learning to run an organization."

I do not want to be told only by Mr Gigi, who was so blatantly pressed by the receptionist not to favour him and who made a 'declaration of acquaintance' in front of everyone.

He doesn't even realize the look he wants to put in my scratch, and he keeps talking to rap.

"It may be harder for a young man like Lute to understand a woman's heart like me... But we should try."

Mr. Gigi mouths the whiskey.

That look, which was as dandy as it was just now, also only makes me look gaggy whenever he talks about 'female hearts'.

"Lute already has a Lady Chris and some other wives, but you're gonna have to take a decent attitude to Maya Dragoon. Don't just shame women as men after that."

No, no, Mr. Gigi has already embarrassed the receptionist so irrevocably!

Honestly, through the fright, I almost laugh whenever Mr. Gigi talks about the 'female heart'.

Mr. Gigi drinks up his whiskey and turns to me.

"I know it's hard, but Lute can do it. Come on."

"Buffoo!

"? What's up?

"Yes, no, I'm sorry... I think I got a little alcohol in my throat..."

No way. 'Cause Mr. Gigi, who talks seriously about women's minds, was funny'.

"Right. If it's hard, stop drinking alcohol and turn it into fruit water or something."

"Yes, thank you. No more Dijoubudes."

My voice trembles when I can almost laugh.

But Mr. Gigi worked hard on me without realizing it.

"It's a good opportunity. Tonight, I'll teach Lute about women's hearts and minds."

Please stop. It's going to be too hard for me to laugh and I'm going to die.

My silent appeal is missed because Mr. Gigi turned away to order a new whiskey from the master.

Mr. Gigi didn't notice because of his unchanged look all the time, but maybe he's drunk.

Ever since I came to the bar, Mr. Gigi has been drinking whiskey straight and hard. That's likely. Otherwise, there is no way that Gigi would talk about 'female hearts'.

When Mr. Gigi gets a new whiskey, he talks with a serious face and expression.

That's what makes me laugh even more.

"Look, Lute... first of all, it's important to learn 'The Heart of Women' -"

Thus the 'What is the Heart of Women' course by Gigi lasted until late at night when the bar closed. I kept laughing so desperately during that time.

I was to suffer differently from my husband's muscles.