Half-elves Fall in Love

At the Holy Beast Festival, my long chain of "duties" is finally over.

I don't have anything left to do for once, but let's just say I've got everything I need to hurry.

Now I can finally enjoy a half vacation winter on the same level as the Cairons.

"No, it's not over at all, Chief Smythson. Please make armor at least by spring. Exactly, because armor is too fashionably crazy to wield such a big weapon with a nashi!

"No, I'll make it. I'll make it. Aurora, you're fighting with only reinforced clothes. Isn't Naris okay with nothing normal, either? I don't think that's such a rush."

"You have zero taste in the blacksmith's ass, Smythson. The ten chiefs!

"Wouldn't you say a little too much?!?

"Ok!? Just because a sword is traditionally used as a liturgical instrument even in light attire other than armor, it's inherently cool for some fetishes to wield a weapon in light attire! Especially the more exaggerated weapons! Imagine what Oba would have thought if he was walking around the city with Morningstar or the Great Sword!

"… cannot be disputed"

I can't believe Naris would argue with me.

... No, in fact, for Naris, armor must be pretty weighty for that kind of fashion reason.

Especially women. Most weapons don't look good unless they're also augs, and I never made a fool of myself to fix them out of costumes that I'm willing to fight because I can't be naked.

"If it's Nan, you can just make a new Pan Tourmer. The bra won't be noticeably damaged."

"See you in lower body measurements."

"Been connected to Salari and porn development!?

"I would have done it when I first made it though!

Yeah, I don't know what Mother wants me to do with Naris with that face.

And speaking of armor.

"Nor am I a bikini armor at a time like this, and I would like to order regular light armor......"

Sharon is usually my experimental bench as a guest...... no, no, it seemed like he was going to be a regular.

"Heavy armor sounds good, but hey, Sharon."

Lightweight armor is just the chest armor, and the extent to which it was shouldered. Mostly for traveling.

It's also true that most female soldiers can't handle it when prepared with lumbar armor or or other full sets, but Sharon's power and stamina outrank Angelos plainly.

I think it's okay to wear it tight.

"It's not very good to make you say it..."

"... are you a fashion mouth, too?"

"It's not like that..."

"Joke. It's a good part of my taste, sure."

Well, it's not like you should be heavy because you're physically fit.

Sharon's style is not for me to decide.

That's a big fate.

"Naia. I want to make your armor"

"My...?

It felt like a proposal, and I approached Naia.

... at the end of the bungalow.

Cairon is still in sign son condition while drinking tea today.

"You're supposed to be a warrior who fights effectively with armor, aren't you?

"As it is, well, I won't deny that there is such technology... how can you do that"

"You'll see."

He was behaving more woven to be broken than injured by example composite armor due to evasion failures.

There is also a technique of "using" armor so that the hard part of the body can be used to attack the target with the skill of fighting. It's hard to train, so I mostly learn to stand around without a bullet from the start, but having my armor cut and bones broken is a good combat skill.

Some of the Trott Kensei excelled at it, and others ordered many clothes together at the Thread Workshop.

"Blacksmith makes me cry, but that's the way I trust you to use it," said Thread Parent Valve.

"Well, I guess I can do enough without it. If it's not in your way, I want you to wear it."

"I think you should prioritize the others..."

Fluffy, and the flashing sword glows pale.

Naia realizes it and rushes to hide her sword in a cape, giggling affectionately at Keel's aunt, who was the store number, and then asks her to wrap about ten buns before leaving the store.

And put up an audio phantom while walking.

"What is it, flashing sword? Your powers will get noticed even if they don't find out."

"What, that wife or foxbeast sees me as a treasure outside the realm of understanding in the first place. There won't be any more prying."

The flashing sword spoke in an example floating tone.

"Except for the story. Naia. Make sure you make it."

"Mr. Smythson must be busy"

"He's still telling me he'll make it. Have it made. If he wasn't such a lousy piece of shit, he wouldn't be in trouble. Above all, he is correct in his point. You're in danger without armor."

"Until you behave quite a bit without it."

"You must be brave, Naia"

The tone of the flashing sword's voice drops slightly.

Naia reacts by ear with a pique.

…………

"If you're a brave man, there's got to be something called a proper attitude. Didn't I?"

…………

Naia pushes silence.

Rather than curing my attitude...... I feel cramped with replies.

"But this is not the place..."

"A brave man is a guardian who protects Carlwin, is that all? I've been in this battle many times before, and I don't think that's what you're talking about."

I can't see the story, so I'll pinch your mouth.

"What do you mean?"

"... you're a brave man. Get a lot of folk grass support, and be sweet about it. Instead, you fight any enemy. Paradoxically, we have a duty to be more than just fighting as brave men. Just in case you turn down your support and die with it is nothing but a great shame"

"... I'm sure the reason is, but if you tell Master Buster, you'll be able to turn about one of your armors."

"Why rely on Buster's mindfulness to turn down his offer"

…………

Impossible silence.

Look at your ears at times like this.

And I'll do as I've learned.

... Naia's ears hang with sorrow and I can't feel the congestion showing shameful emotions.

"... Naia"

I reach out and snatch that hat.

A worrisome look is revealed for a moment, then he reaches out with a surprised face and tries to get his hat back.

"Hey, what are you doing!

"I don't care about your attitude that you should just shut up and do it."

"I don't have that soul guts... but I need my hat back."

"Oh, no."

Raise the hat high. Naia came from the bottom. Reach out.

Inevitably, I'm glad you're stuck and enjoying the softness of your tits, but that's sort of there.

"Naia, answer the flashing sword question. Why can't it be my armor? Whatever your defense is, Sharon admires your comfort. I think it's easier to move than a ready-made product."

"Ugh... just give it back"

"Naia."

Hold Naia's head and hide her hat behind her body in a mean way. If Naia cares about that, she'll get it behind my back or overhead in an instant.

... Apparently Naia gave up after a while, upward with my hands off on her forehead.

"... because it's a waste. Let me take your time."

"Why?"

"... I'm sure that when I return to Karlwin, I will end up serving as a brave man under the blame of a prolonged departure. There will be plenty of people who want and can use your handmade products more than that."

……

Normally I'm not sure.

"Why can't it be that? Why is Lord Buster's armor safe?"

"So, because it's going to be wasted..."

"You're useless."

I let go of Naia's hat over her head in awe.

Poisa, and the hat fell on Naia's head.

"Ah..."

"You don't have a guy in trouble with his armor being wasted, idiot. Just in case you get hurt."

"That's true, though."

"I want to protect you. Just in case. If it's going to be a waste, that's fine. So long as you're safe. Make sure you do your best to be wasted."

"... no"

Naia looks in trouble.

From his waist, the flashing sword shook and raised half his voice.

"You really don't like other people, Naia"

"... denial, I won't. I'm a little bad at this kind of thing."

From the top of my hat I gently pound Naia.

"Ma, the best support for a shitty blacksmith, take it. I want you to survive until you're happy."

One day I was saying, a suggestion to save Carlwin from a critical state and connect with our world so Naia can live and hope for happiness.

Naia's words about dying before that.

I'm not gonna shut up and admit that Naia's gonna die. I'm going to make an effort to do that.

"... really, a waste. Those who admire you have so much longevity, and your time is limited."

"Isn't that up to you to decide? Let's go back to the inn and measure."

"... Yes.... what?

"What are we gonna do without measuring to make armor?

So.

Naia, Naris, stands in my room half-naked in underwear only.

Naia looks seriously embarrassed, and Naris is blushing with a biting face, each holding herself tight.

"I told you you needed to measure... hey, nothing like that, you won't have to do it naked..."

"That's right. I picked it last time! Shouldn't that be a number then?!?

Heh heh. Too bad I didn't take such an old record.

Totteinayo?

"The armor that best suits me right now would be best, Naris? If you don't like it that much, you won't make good armor."

And Sharon, who is currently being measured by me, was taking off her underwear thoughtfully and exposing herself to me before she even told me. Scold them both to be shy as they expose their butts and let me gauge their hips around with a paper ruler.

... Though it doesn't seem to embarrass him either, it's colorful to turn around sometimes still while blushing like the other two.

"All right, next time I'm gonna take a boob measurement -"

"Huh... Yes..."

"That Mr. Smythson, not his boobs, but at least his chest..."

"Mr. Naia, that's not where the scratch is! Why are you weighing so hard, Knight Sharon, and then using your bare hands as an eagle!

That's a good tip. I still think Naris is a delicacy.

I don't know what to say.

"That's to get a good feel for the elasticity and 3D of your tits!

I assure you with a serious face.

"How do you feel about that!

Naris that sounds if you hit it.

"How far can you compress, wrap it up? Can the impact be dispersed? It's important over and above those estimates!

"You know, when I got my armor tailored in Carlwin, that's right."

"Absolutely a Smythson Ten Man Hobby. It!

Pretty close to the right answer, but I need it for once. Nandayo? Are you going to take advantage of me, Alyo?

"Ah, um... ♪"

"Wow... how many horny faces does the Knight Sharon have too!

"Me, the hat... where's the hat..."

With Sharon speaking out like he felt rather than being rubbed irresistibly, Naris protests by shaking his fist and Naia starts searching for an oro and a hat like a little confused.

... So the hat is the spiritual breakwater.

"All right, Sharon will keep it around here. Then Naris is next. Take your chest bra."

"So if you're measuring, you don't need it!

"Naris, you have to do what I say, okay?

"Chieftain Sharon said to tighten his ex-post face! Wow, don't take it. Don't take it!

The resistance sounds fierce in my mouth, but Naris was just shrinking until I approached him roughly and knotted him in the back.

It's a little subtle if you can't resist Sharon in front of you or you're simply giving up half of it.

"Ugly."

"You stink, Smythson. Ten chiefs! At least shut the fuck up!

"Ugh, Ugh, Ugh, Ugh, Ugh"

Me playing with my porn father's tone in good shape, and Naris, who is only going to bite his face as he raises his arms very hard. It's a big picture.

"I'll take your pants too."

"No! They'll freak me out!!

"Nobody's coming even if I call Hihihi... isn't that a beautiful anal"

Me wrapping a paper ruler around. Yeah, the numbers weren't any different from before.

"Ugh, I can't be your daughter-in-law anymore..."

"All right, that's enough."

Untie the paper ruler and stand all the time.

"You're dry, you!

Why are you so nosy?

And the last remaining Naia.

It was outfitted with a hat or a little confusion. That seems to calm me down a bit.

"You take it from the bra..."

"Ooh."

I give up or I say I'm ready, I take my underwear off in slow motion.

I'm a little excited about the way the defeated general "gets spoiled by the disgrace of the enemy commander".

No, not at all. It just seems like you're telling yourself, "I can't help this."

And take it all off, Naia, standing in front of me with her arms.

The only thing I wear is a hat.

... surreal but good porn. Am I the only one who feels right?

"Then I'll measure your tits."

"... go ahead"

"Hmm, still looking good volume, Naia"

"... I touched you plenty during this time when I thought about it, didn't I, Mr. Smythson? Wasn't that good enough?"

"I couldn't."

"... ha"

"Mr. Naia, no! You're fooling me!

"Really?

"Damasitenayo?"

'Cause all I remember is the comfort of touching it. I wasn't thinking about the dimensions of the armor.

Yeah, perfect theory.

"Next time, I'm gonna weigh your ass."

"Um, paper ruler over there."

"The elasticity and 3D of your buttocks"

"I'm the only one who can measure it."

"Because I'm interested."

"Oh, I refuse! Do it seriously!

Looks like Naia finally noticed some jokes involved, too.

"Smythson Ten Chiefs, you really make it right!? You're not just playing!?

I'm gonna make it right, okay? Really, Dayo?

(cont 'd)