Half-elves Fall in Love

Wake up in the meadows wet by morning dew.

There are loosely swinging swings in the wind around.

Although the everlasting forests kept the climate by how many junctions, sleeping outdoors without hangings just might have been a detour.

My whole body is moist and wet.

But not so much cold......

I wonder if the winter clothes I've just worn from outside the woods have protected me...... and I feel strange warmth. Is someone holding him?

"... sooo"

One is Lyla.

I honestly appreciate this. Lyla wouldn't catch a cold in a bit of a cold, and I can safely watch her smooth sleeping face.

So, there's one, and there's the other.

I'll make a few predictions before I flip my neck.

Selene... If that's the case, we'll all stop. If I'm not too impotent, my kids flow.

Jeanne or Irina...... I don't think they can get up early enough that the two of them who have fallen asleep tired can move before dawn. Irina in particular is surprisingly sleepy.

If so, is it breakcore?

Breakcore is most likely. He basically doesn't need rest or sleep.

It should be.

I flip my neck and look the other way while I think.

The hazy, beautiful sleeping face belonged to Sharon.

The body trembles in a vicious fashion at the same time as the reality escape ends. The two of them were awake to the clap.

"Mm... Huh"

"Mmm... good morning, Mr. Smythson"

Lila getting up with Mukuri.

Sharon greets me a little lightly after stretching just her spine and shoulders.

I wonder what I look like now.

"Ho, I don't have a cold."

"Mr. Smythson's body, warm..."

"Chi, wait a minute!?

I get up with Gabba. And I hand you a thread of memory.

It's Sharon, right?

That little Felios sister Sharon, right?

Exactly. The handouts will be bad.

You didn't fuck him, did you?

Nothing. I lost my poison yesterday, I didn't drink, and I'm fine, right?

and desperately repeat the question to his own memory.

Night.

I was relieved after Sharon kissed me. Should I be confused?

I know on a rule of thumb that elves make a hell of a leap once in a while.

The same was true of Aurora in the circumstances.

After acknowledging my prowess as Aurora and kind of overestimating me for breaking General Lucas, albeit a combination of odd measures and Angelos... no, I later admitted that it was overestimation, and I've spoken of my love affair.

But Sharon, clearly, even if there's still an element of resentment against me, there's no reason to choose someone in love.

Why not? Why not?

Unlike Aurora, whose eyes have been laid on me by the unknown, Sharon belongs to a real elite knighthood. There will be plenty of opportunities to meet strong and well-spirited knights.

I don't know why you're hooked on me, not like that.

Neither does Irina, but does an elf's orthodox bloodline woman also share the value of "not funny with a strong man"?

No, if so, there's really no reason for me to be chosen. If you're not a strong man, that's how much you have.

I'm so thrilled you made armor... this is weak for a reason too.

Shit. I really don't know.

"Sharon......?

"Yes."

"Why me... be cool. You're not, are you? That's not like romance. Interest, is it?

Regardless, I can't be unhappy about myself being liked by a beauty with big tits like Sharon.

but Sharon is too dangerous to call it a meal. It's a spark in many ways.

It's painful to see you naked, rub you, and even get you to kiss me now, but that favor doesn't seem right. We needed to pursue that.

"Right...... shallow story, I can't deny that I'm interested in the sexual activity of men and women, in itself. It is true that you expect so many women to connect in sexual activity to your ability as a tutor."

Wow. An approximate title I've heard for a long time.

"But the primary reason is different. I thought in Irina's words. All I did was avoid clutter, you ran away from your fiancée, and you didn't even have an ideal for a man. I don't want to be someone's who doesn't look at me, that's all. Even though my noble blood muscles were only empty bills at that time, I always seemed untrained and wondered what a shallow thing I was about their character and correspondence."

A strange face. Sharon continues his words as he tries to embrace the Wolf's crest engraved on his fist armor.

"And what a right, no, fascinating thing about a free you. Love and fill the dragons, the clan chiefs, the gods of war without any feelings, without any concern for their social status. I think you can do that because Mr. Smythson is free of your own mind."

"Freedom..."

"Mr. Smythson is neither the right trot nor the loyal Celesta military, someone who is not too tied to either. You can laugh off someone else's prestigious title because your arm strength is not everything, you are not standing as a technician, you are nothing. You and I can love whoever you are. That kind of freedom, that kind of irrelevant love, is what I wanted."

"... I don't feel overrated..."

"Excess or not, I'm going to think about it.... So let's get started?

"Start..."

"It's love.... know me first and try to love me. I don't mind your own hands..."

…………

I've been able to reason with a lot of things, but I'm not sure in the end.

I put Sharon next door, pretended to think about it, and I was asleep at some point.

Memory exploration is over.

I mean, there's no yah.

But it's like they're practically telling me to try one.

"Mmm..."

"Ho, what's bothering you? That there's been another increase in female slavery?

"It hasn't increased. I don't remember increasing it."

You can be a jerk, if all the contents of become the vows of a female slave.

"Ho? No? Huh? He seems to be full of it."

Lila points. Not Sharon's, but the cabin.

On the roof of the cabin stands a breakcore staring at this one.

"... eh, female slave?

I think this is irrelevant.

"Ho. I don't think there's a lot of difference between a female slave and a contract that just comes a few times just for seeding, so let her do whatever she wants."

"Even if it doesn't make a big difference, isn't it enough to call it female slavery?"

Protesting Lyla, the breakcore lands about three meters in front of her.

Though I'm not surprised by that now, even though it's an ace-night big jump, I think it's amazing that the landing was just the sound of a grass-shaking cassava.

"I don't mind getting all tangled up. I want proof that you're coming back to hold me."

…………

"Ho, don't you think. Everyone likes the identity and collar of female slaves better than I thought."

"... I know what I'm talking about, but they're weird"

"Ho ho, well, you can't deny it. I can't always say this guy is decent."

Lyla laughs. Break core shrugs shoulders.

"Say something that makes you expect it. I think you can at least promise me that you'll leave it in a visible way."

"... ok, ok, ok"

I originally came here to make a collar for Irina and Luna. You can have as many as one.

Though I think...

As soon as I rented the camp's workshop to Ganto and built a new collar, one is neglecting to disappear.

And.

"This, now... somehow, is fresh..."

"Wait. If you're ready, give it back, Sharon. If I joke about that to you, Felios will kill me."

"Is it? And this is a slave, but I heard it was like an O.K. sign for Mr. Smythson."

"Think about how Felios would understand that. I mean, you're still too early to even sign that."

I try so hard to convince him, but I can't get him to take it off. Give me a break. Felios, I'm scared.

"Ho, yeah. Don't you have to make that spear woman's share?"

"... uh, he's not my female slave either"

I didn't refuse to take possession of it. It's just the perception of being a sex friend who reacts a little pleasantly.

"Make it because it's good. If we don't leave soon, Deane and the others will be worried.

"... I don't think I'll ever put it on."

But I did waste my time.

When I get tired of Sharon, I decide to take it away and create about two more bottles.

And then you get a breakfast cookout, and then you take off while you wave to Breakcore.

Blakecore kept waving forever as he happily gripped his brand new collar.

So, we arrived at the polka around noon, distributing collars to the missing Irina and Luna, and Almeida.

The hectic claim that it's only a hobby accessory, that you don't have to wear it, is ignored by cancer.

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"Al, why don't you take your collar in the bath?

"I don't mind if you're happy about that, or what are you showing off? I don't know if you're a little crazy about the conch show, but if you can, please take it off, because it's annoying."

"Because he insists on putting it on... and you have no choice"

"Hmm. I had no choice."

"Yeah. You don't have a choice."

"Fuck these three guys. How many niggas are they getting? Smythson, you just look really flirtatious because the ten chiefs are arr. Do it elsewhere, Chickshaw! What a man!

"Haha... Naris, let's get some calcium"

"... how's the hot water addition and subtraction, Naris?

"What... is it even Knight Sharon? Why is it a collar? What punishment game is it? Is it a punishment game for me? It doesn't catch on to brainwashing!

"I wonder what the ten Smythson chiefs are. I wonder if I should really look into it for a second."

"Tetes-chan, there's a vegetable out there. You're sealed."

"Mm-hmm? What are you talking about, Naris?"

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"I knew if you came with Polka, you'd only have a peek, Baron."

"Hmm. It's wonderful that you young generations have been told that heart"

Take a peek tour in the back mountains of Hot Springs by example.

It was saved that the barons and Johnnies had not noticed the increasing number of collar wearers.

I mean, where were you yesterday, Andy?

"Those new kids aren't Andy's favorite, are they? Hey, can I sign up for a marriage, like that human kid?"

Keel snorts rough and points at Tess. Well, cute is cute, so I don't know if I'd be a little excited.

"... I think that's good, but you know what, Angelos and I have more fighting power than each other."

"That's a lie."

"Mr. Angelos, you're so strong."

Johnny and Keel laughing off.

Whatever the elves are, young, strong girls of the human race are so rare.

"Well... if you don't believe me, fine."

It's not my fault.

If I thought so, it seems that Keel really confessed to Tess and was wielded by verbal violence that he somehow couldn't recover from for as long as three days.

"Lenfangus, seriously, I won't forgive you... damn, seriously, I won't forgive you... I was super scared..."

Could Buster have come out better, not Marley, by accident?

... Pretty scary when you suddenly get in that mode, yeah.

(cont 'd)