Half-elves Fall in Love

My day begins with dawn.

I'd really like to sleep some more, but I have plenty of work to do for the day. Patience.

It's winter, so it's late dawn, and I can't just stay sweet.

"... Nchu, Ngu... Ngu"

And I'm asking Maia for the part to wake me up.

I know other daughters will do well if they ask, but Maia is the most loyal to the instructions from me and, to put it badly, she doesn't want to do anything else, sweet and inconvenient.

Besides, it's usually pathetic not to give Maia a job about once a day either. Because I am full of helpfulness.

"Mm, be... mmm... mmm"

"... oh Maia... good..."

"Mmm."

And the way I woke him up was free.

I don't deny that I just had a little heart. And Maia faithfully exhorted me to the bottom of it.

It wakes me up with plenty of licking and knocking down my morning menstrual phenomenon with those adorable lips.

At the same time as the consciousness is clear, ejaculate into the throat that remains of its infancy… what a luxurious wake is promised.

"Maia... it's time to leave... do you want a drink or do you want to take it with your mouth below?

"Huh... Drink..."

At the same time I hear a response from inside the blanket, I ejaculate.

Spit cloudy all over Maia's throat. Maia tangles her long tongue in my penis, takes the sole hot, throats and drinks.

After it fits, I raise the blanket. Maia, still sipping the leftover juice from her penis, is naked in bed.

So that you can move to sex whenever I command you, I guess.

Though slightly undulating is not enough, my body still feels the curve of the girl enough to entertain my eyes, but I can't even enjoy it for too long.

"Maia, that's enough."

"Mm-hmm. Nice to meet you."

"All right, all right."

When I stroke Maia's head, I wake myself up satisfied. And he helps me get dressed behind the back of my groin.

Her mere presence is a terrible luxury for me.

I can't stop loving Maia for getting my clothes ready worthy and happy, and I'll hold her over and stroke her okay.

♪

"You sound like a daughter-in-law, Maia"

"The dragon is for riders, what a cousin your daughter-in-law has to do"

"Maybe with cooking?

"... or if you say do it, I'll try my best"

"Joke.... in time, you just have to feed me when you feel confident"

"After all, a man wants to eat his daughter-in-law's hand cooking...?

"Of course. If you're free, you can tell me around Jeanne and Selene"

"but good luck"

Let Maia go naked. I'd like to be a little more mischievous about sleek and beautiful naked, but we're on the move.

When I opened the window, I saw a golden morning burn.

Breakfast is, of course, served at the inn.

It's not very luxurious, but it still has more ingredients than usual.

Because the cherry blossom clan led by Christie actively brings crops and livestock meat from the clan territory.

Of course I'm offering quite a bit of consideration, and I can't buy unlimited at Polka, but even if I have some money, the key merchant won't come...... I must be thankful after all because what is the biggest problem in winter polka.

"Andy, blacksmith again today?

Angelos also appears there.

Even though it's just serious Angelos, you don't need to start training in the dark in the morning, so it's going to be from now on.

"Forge. I want to shape it as soon as possible, and Jeanne will help me today, so I want to use my time efficiently."

When I answered, Aurora, who appeared with Angelos, laughed in difficulty.

"So will you also be off reading engraved textbooks for a while"

"No, I'm going to find some free time and parallel you. I'll beat as much iron as I can today, but tomorrow or the day after."

"Then tell Irina that."

"Say hello."

... I wonder if you won't go out with Angelos morning practice, Aurora.

For now, after we eat, in the morning, an aunt Lindsey drink.

Drink it and it makes quite a difference in the accumulation of fatigue. I feel it.

"Auntie, are you already doing this?

"Oh Andy. I didn't think you'd see it for a while, but you've been back."

"Well. With lemon flavor."

"Yes. A piece of gold."

Much more.

"Taste of lemon too, please."

"Vagina. Jeanne."

Jeanne showed up from behind where she was drinking. Get on the stepping stone and place the coin on the table with Charin.

"Pfft... what, he was already out"

"Good morning.... Peter's got boobs in the morning, and he can't even sleep much."

"Oh well.... No, or was it okay while Jeanne was gone?

"Sounds like Milk was doing something for me, but I'm not very reliable until I get back, and I want my boobs to grow up drinking Mom's as much as possible. I'm giving you as much as I can."

"... sorry, I guess that's when I should get my hands on it too"

"Nha, a man can't get his hands on you because you're being toyed with by Apple and the Baron's wife. The barons and their pricks can hardly get close."

... Is that okay or bad?

"Yes, Jeanne.... You're such a nari and you're really a mom."

"Huh. Good luck with that."

While Aunt Lindsey was impressed, Jeanne grabbed a drink with her hands on her hips.

I'm in a hurry for a drink, too.

... All right, let's do our best.

Mr. Jackie, when I go in front of you, I already have Sharon.

It is woven with a top hanging on the front matching long coat. I suppose they have breakfast early in advance, go for a morning bath, and then come here.

"Mr. Smythson."

"You're early, Sharon."

"Don't get too uptight and catch a cold."

"Oh, it's okay. There's no sign of hot water cooling since we started entering the hot springs here."

"... Oh, yeah"

Jeanne tilts her neck. Hot springs seem to be a classic way of heating your body from the core more than regular hot water...... but in the case of Polka Spirit Springs the effect is tremendously high.

Furthermore, even if there are some signs of malaise, it is not a problem first because if you re-bathe unless it is like so, it will blow up the disease and so on. The name of the Miracle Spirit Springs echoing the continent is not Dada.

"Even if you watch out for accidents, Peter will grow up to be a healthy child. It's a polka. It's impossible to be sick."

"... on second thought, it's awesome."

"Fine, let's go in. If you put it in the blacksmith, there's no cold or shit."

Take the three of you up and enter the workshop.

Mr. Jackie was breakfast with a whole loaf of stick bread.

"Old man, if you don't cut and eat properly, you're behaving badly"

"Bo, you shouldn't keep me waiting. Hey, miss me. No, Sarah."

"Already. Because this guy is this."

Mr. Jackie pours in milk with a stick of bread at least where he doesn't get critical at work.

It's a half-oga, so the mouth of something I wouldn't say is as big as an -oga. It's a hard stick bread to open so much as a normal human mouth, but Mr. Jackie's mouth felt like a sausage.

"Easy, don't look ugly. Shall we get started, Bo?"

"You can eat as slowly as you want."

"We can't keep our guests waiting."

Mr. Jackie is serious.

"Well, I can help you, too."

"Oh, Mr. Jeanne. I'm comfortable with Dwarf's hands."

"... you didn't study hard like that, did you? I can't rely on you like a professional dwarf."

"Enough. Boo, let's stick it out."

"Yeah. Nice to meet you, Mr. Jackie, Jeanne"

The three of us grabbed the hammer and started working.

Time runs out in no time.

Six bells ringing, sir.

"Sort of... wow"

Mr. Jackie looks back at his voice and hits the workbench because of the size of his body, scattering the tools that were on the floor.

No, my dad used to piss me off. Because of the large figure, the work area can be taken large.

Exactly what Jeanne and I have, I guess it's narrower than usual. It's a little distressing.

"Mr. Jackie, go to lunch. 'Cause we're going too."

"Hmm."

Jeanne, who is small in body, picks up the tools quickly and cleans them up. Mr. Jackie folds his big body hectically and remains frightened of Jeanne.

"Old man, it would be cool if you were so pecked up about me and a girl like you..."

"Hey, what are you talking about! Mr. Jeanne is a dwarf, he's like a god in a blacksmith! Besides, I like you..."

"Grandma, don't be such a nuisance."

Mr. Jackie is flattered again by Jeanne.

"Well, I'm pretty sure Jeanne doesn't really change her back length with Sarah,"

"It's a dwarf, so you don't have a choice. But you know, Atashi's the same age as Andy, and he's got kids."

"... ugh, yeah"

Sarah nods naggingly, partly because she was a little angry.

... but Jeanne's response is also adult.

I thought I'd get some more cock, but it looks like Peter gave birth to me or I got more mental room.

"Well, shall we go to lunch?"

Sharon, who never tired of watching our work, smiles and says so to put the place away.

"Well, I'll be back soon."

"No, let's take two hours off, 'cause we want to take a little longer off too"

"... well, then resume at about seven bells."

Seven bells = about 2 pm.

Well, if it's just a meal, it's never going to take that long, but Jeanne should want to spare Peter, and me too... I'm actually a little anxious to get pretty tired on my arm.

"Andy, why don't you take a look at Peter during the day off?"

"Oh. I..."

Lightly fried food and soup at the tavern for lunch.

During the day, his wife waves her arms as a snack shop. That said, I guess I'll open the new tavern I'm closing now when the Crossbow team arrives and rotate it full, so I guess I'll be making snacks that way.

As I pinch the fries alongside Sharon at the counter, Sharon thrusts the fries out at me softly, wondering if she smiled like a cuckoo flirt.

"Uh, please"

"... eh, eh?

Look around. Everyone at every store on lunch break as well, or a little old for kids. Young kids.

Sharon's beauty still stands out in the polka of Snow Country Beauty, so much attention has been drawn to it.

"Isn't that nice? Am I" ilo "?

"... I was listening"

"I'm never offended, am I?

I think you can be a little uncomfortable.

And iro, I don't think that means a mistress does that either. "Ahem" or something more romantic.

"... ahem"

"Yes"

On second thought, nothing. I'm not obsessed with being a mistress either, so I decided to lose Sharon's pressure and open my mouth. My gaze around me hurts. Well, let's decide to bounce back with love.

Sharon is also one of my lovers by the name of "female slave". You have every right to say that much selfishness, should be.

"... Tutor, you do amazing things"

And I heard the call from behind to step further into my inner efforts.

Looking back as he mowed, Sevory equipped his maid-style garments with a basin.

... even though he was an elf, he had no hesitation whatsoever in supplying or imitating a strong heart.

"Let it go, let it go...?

"No, I'm sorry, wasn't it good to be a tutor"

It's late. Everybody's watching me cancer.

"Uh, your husband?

My gaze hurt more.

"Wah, you're saying it on purpose. Yi, Sevory?

Questioning even as he became a catacotto, Sevory grinned.

"What is it?

I was sent.

...... and as the master's wife shuddered from beyond the counter.

"... Andy, if you look at it as an elf, you have no sight?

"Yes, no, not out of sight..."

... Sharon, who made me "ahem" and Sevory, who told me she was my husband as a tutor. As a newcomer, a dozen other elves and other women who can't wait to say they admire me are known as public facts in Polka.

One of my excuses isn't convincing.

"Hey, Sevory. For your information, a couple of elves lived with you, didn't they? Does Andy have any other hands besides yours?

"Yeah, they all admire you, don't they?

The air in the tavern makes it despising everywhere.

Sevory, is there actually any resentment towards me?

"Sometimes you tell me to come and see you, but you don't really come."

That's it.

No, you know, there's a lot going on here, right?

"Mr. Smythson, one more thing, uh"

Sharon's "ahem" offense again as if he can't read the air or anything at all.

"Ah... ahem"

The excuse is pointless and reopens and takes it from me.

It's not good because it wanders poorly. Let's hold our hearts strong.

"Andy.... you big guy"

The words of a wicked wife still hurt.

Muri.

"Dear treat"

I give up the rest of the soup and take a seat.

Sharon stood with me, naturally.

"See you again -"

Return a lot of complicated laughter to Sevory to drop you off and leave the damn tavern.

It's tight that even the kids turned a slightly more interesting gaze at me. I can't help it though.

"Mr. Smythson, you even had your hands on that girl."

"... Yes"

"Already."

A little bulging Sharon.

"If we're not touchy enough, we'll deal with as many of them as we want."

"... yes, no, not enough... or not enough of those girls, there are so many things going on"

It could be amazing how my words are so white that I don't want to open my mouth.

And.

Head to the hot spring to reduce arm fatigue.

It is a spiritual fountain that could be healed overnight even after the previous, almost immobile use of Aurora's slashing waves.

If you are slightly tired, it is considerably easier to move if you dip it in even a few dozen minutes.

... so when I go into the men's water stripper, Sharon goes in, naturally, and goes to unbelt next to me.

"Sharon?"

"What is it"

"Over here, man. Yu."

"Yep. But gods of war and black dragons are in there fine from time to time..."

"I thought you were a little more discreet."

"To be with Mr. Smythson. I'll put up with some of it."

Sharon then takes off his feathers and drops his belt.

The movement of a few boys who had been cool in the strip shed stopped.

"... you know, you don't have a real one, do you? I only dip in the hot springs for work."

"Of course, that's about it."

Shiru, and Sharon, who can peel off the shoulder of a long coat.

Breast implants.

The boys blink stops.

"... well, if you know what I mean"

"Yes"

I'll take it off, too.

... you won't get knocked out of the city at this rate, will you, me?

(cont 'd)