Half-elves Fall in Love

Sharon, who appeared in Mr. Jackie's workshop without armor and without a sword, did not see any "bite for now" aggressiveness until this time, and seemed slightly groovy.

Nevertheless, does that mean I have trouble handling it?

"And for now...... can you wait for a while because I'm working on something else now? 'Cause I think I'm free after lunch."

Sharon gave a slightly slapped look when she said that because the task of carving the finely crafted ring was on the way.

"... then let me wait here"

That's what I say. I sit on a bench in the corner of the workshop.

Her wrapped clothes are not as VIP as Aurora's, but cotton clothes based on the young grass colour worn by the common northern elves. Because it is a simple outfit, the line of the body clearly emerges, and depending on the way you look at it, there is a natural colour.

Unexpectedly for a pureblooded elf, I stall my gaze on my larger chest, and I rush to concentrate on my work. Lyla or Mr. Hilda wouldn't normally feel like a woman should be seen all over her chest anyway.

Nevertheless, if you are flashly sounding a gunning hammer, it is somehow difficult not to hold it in silence when you are applying a dust and fine carving.

"... are we done with the wounds?

I tried to skip the question for now to make it have between.

The wound on my last duel was in the middle of my chest because it was enough to destroy the bikini armor. It should have been diagonal from armpit to shoulder.

"Thanks to you. Completely cured by the power of the Fountain of Silver Territory. … mi, do you want to see"

"Why?"

Actually, do you want to show it? I was a little suspicious at the time I preferred bikini armor.

"Yes, no.... Well, if you want to see... I'm a loser"

But I'm not the winner.

……

"Aurora must have been the one who fought with you. Why should I be proud?"

…………

Nah, okay.

Apparently, you took what I said "I'll make you a substitute armor" as a test for her pride.

Regardless, if that production process is humiliating to Sharon and still unacceptable by acknowledging the loss, is the sincerity of the glorious family to the duel that much?

It's a bend as Gorks pointed out.

"Well, I'm sure my brother would have stopped me before I got here."

…………

Felios is a bad attitude guy, but he definitely cares about Sharon to see how he's behaved so far, including listening.

Felios, who has somewhere to go with General Lucas in terms of his unfavourable brother, but he thinks there is only something to see in that regard.

"I'll tell you what, Sharon. I may be the cause of the fight, but I'm not as mad at being ridiculed by the elves right now."

"Kew, fighting, etc... that was a clean duel"

"Shut up. It's a fight. Fight.... and I'm an artisan, so I don't harass customers who really want me to do half the work."

The bikini armor for Mr. Deane was made for pranks from the beginning. He doesn't need armor in the first place.

"So if you think it's your duty to get me tailored here with a sketchy prank... go home. I'm pretty busy with me. Nothing. Nobody wants armor. I don't have time to play with it."

Sharon is staring at me.

I said what I wanted to say, so I concentrated on my work. If I tell you all about it, you don't have to worry about it anymore.

The fine carving of the ring ended just before noon.

All you have to do is surface work and you're done. You'll make it to Aurora's birthday.

"Are you done?

Sharon was still sitting on the bench when she realized.

I thought you had already left because the signs had completely disappeared from the way out, but you were killing the signs with care for me.

"... for once."

"Ring......"

"It's a reward and birthday present for Aurora."

"... I envy you. When was the last time you wore a ring?"

Sharon smiled.

It's a little creepy that it's strangely calmed down through the moist.

...... but well thats it.

I've been waiting forever, so I'm sure you really want the armor.

That's fine then. If you really need it, making it isn't a bluff in itself.

"So, armor. It's going to take about a week to complete."

"Yes."

"You want the same design I made before?

"Yes, sir"

"... because I'm telling you, I don't engrave clear engravings separately"

"... you're right"

Did you think it would be made clear again?

... to make it properly and seriously.

"If you don't mind, sign the purchase order. I don't take the money, but I need it for the material entry and exit records."

"Okay."

Sharon inks the feather pen a little and signs in Sarah and Elf. I can't read it, but it's probably signed properly.

"Okay. Then the measurements... well, you don't need them. It's the same size as before, right?

If you want the same size as Mr. Deane, fine.

I thought so, but Sharon shook his head.

"It's not about playing or punishing you, it's about getting you to make armor that's for you. Measure it properly."

…………

I can't shake my neck sideways if it's given back for the same reason I did earlier.

"Well... right"

Trying to grab a paper ruler and measure it, I'm a little worried.

"Let Mr. Jackie's wife weigh in."

Anyway, Sharon wouldn't be, if she didn't particularly care if I touched her tits.

I thought so, but Sharon pulled my sleeve with his back on, and I said, okay.

"You... Andy Smythson, You Weigh"

"... okay"

"I guess you make it.... you wouldn't know the shape of a woman's body just by asking her the numbers, would you?

With that said, Sharon shrugs, and loosens his belt.

"... um, turn around."

"Yes, no, you don't have to bother to take it off"

"What do you do with armor that you can wear to your complexion without taking it off?"

Don't you really want to show it to me?

... but I've never been over it if you're going to take it off. In many ways.

Wait for the sound of shrugging and rubbing to go away.

And.

"... go ahead"

Turn to Sharon.

I was naked.

"Hey."

"Hey, why not?"

"You'll leave about your underwear. Normal!

"Bi, bikini armor is something that doesn't even wear underwear!

I knew you'd want to show it to me.

I can't help pressing questions too hard (or I'm starting to feel like I'm not even angry), so I start measuring by putting a paper ruler on the bare Sharon's body.

I've known since I was wearing the bikini armor before, but I had a really well adjusted body.

"Ha, don't put your face so close to your ass because you're embarrassed..."

"I'm taking a ruler!

Can you take it off your face?

And keep turning the paper ruler on your hips.

"Don't pull me in."

"Hi, I'm not pulling in."

... Well, I hope I could have pulled something in.

My belly doesn't really matter to bikini armor anyway. The belt position of a woman is different from that of a man.

And tits.

"Huh..."

"Don't make a colorful voice. Are you asking me out, Conoyaloo?"

"Chi, no..."

And it's big.

The chest size itself is the same. But it's a little taller than Mr. Deane's, so the overall impression is that it feels like a lila.

It's just that Lyla is a beautiful decoy type, while he has busty impression tits. Slightly twisted and pointy.

"... I see, indeed, this is..."

Might have a shape that fits a little better.

Using engravings that adjust the elasticity to that would increase the fit.

The idea sprang up. This is worth the processing.

"... you..."

"... are you still happy with my nakedness while surrounding all those women?

What a difficult question to answer if I was looking around Sharon's boobs from the top to the bottom while inflating the image of the armored cup.

But it's a disgrace to the Polka Kid to get all mixed up here.

"That would hate boobs like these and there wouldn't be a man"

Responding forcefully, Sharon laughed bitterly.

"... a human man is really..."

"Though prosperity is unlikely if you were just a man who hates women's tits. Tits are great."

I ran out of words as if the spirit of Grandpa Harry (the best boob sommelier in contemporary polka) had taken over. No, Grandpa Harry. I'm still fine.

…………

Sharon continued laughing a little. And he closes his eyes and talks.

"... the last time I got a ring was thirty years ago"

"It was my fiancée who gave it to me.... We weren't very close."

The afternoon sun falls out the window, in the middle of the blacksmith's workshop.

Such a fantastic sight with a beautiful naked elf closing his eyes and telling an old story.

"He hated people.... not only humans, but also elves and other races in the body, all things called people, I hate. Nature is the beauty, the sky, the sea and the stars are the value of the world, and the forest is my wife, so I was a recreationist."

"... an elf is what entertainment is all about"

I don't know.

"In Arcus, the elves are said to be enjoyable enough to leave the world. Because it's easy for the elves to sidestep the forests.... being a forest nobleman means disciplining it. Being intelligent, weighing the sum of people and helping them with it"

"... heh"

I feel that the direction is the opposite of what humans think of as "wise men," but is that because the elves are too good for the sensibilities of living in the woods?

"I left the woods that year when I refrained from marrying him the following year. Relying on Berga, who was vice president of the Royal SS Knights, with his brother and Berga."

"Because you didn't like getting married?

"What do you think? Maybe I wasn't sure anymore. To be noble in the woods, to be royal in the traditional arcus, to be a woman. Its worth and everything."

It's a problem I don't really understand when I hear it beside me, but I guess it bothered me to be Sharon.

"I wanted to be who I am. I hated being the wife of that guy who wasn't interested in me and spending the rest of my life grossly doing nothing, in the midst of a powerless, abnegate and impassive arcus that was only named peace. I wanted to be someone useful and someone needed a woman. So I threw that ring away, too. 'Cause I wasn't going to be his pre-construction wife anymore."

…………

"But... maybe life for someone who craves me as a woman is also good. I thought I was looking at that Aurora princess."

"... I'm not sure about the elves' length or vague rush."

I tell Sharon as I roll the paper ruler and put it back in the tool holder.

"I think life, love each other, is numb. I don't like it. Even if I don't like it, I'm sure I'd rather spend my time with the person I like than waste my time running away. I'm sure I'll be satisfied when I die."

"............... why did we talk about this"

"Don't ask me."

Face to face Sharon, who suddenly returned to vegetables.

And

"Bo, what's wrong with lunch... sushi, are you taking it in?"

With Mr. Jackie opening the door, Sharon screams, remembering that he was also embarrassed and fit with momentum.

What the hell are you doing, us?

(cont 'd)