Half-elves Fall in Love

Morning.

There is no sign of mozo in the groin...... and suddenly the bass and duvet are peeled off.

"Ugh, it's cold..."

"Umi-woo."

"Ahem."

Irina shrinking in my arms, Sharon stuck to my back.

Three skins, including mine, are exposed to the outside air.

…………

Maia stares at us faceless with a duvet in her hand.

"Hey, give me back my futon"

"... time to wake up"

"I wish you could wake me up a little more gently"

"... the only time you can wake up like you always do is when you can be nice to Andy's penis"

Sure enough, my penis was unconsciously caught in Irina's thigh. This doesn't make me fertile.

Did you wake her up a little rough because you felt she had been taken off the team?

"I can't help it, get up..."

"It's cold."

"Mr. Smythson, may I serve you first thing in the morning?

"No, I'm gonna stay up today."

While Sharon politely declines her offer, I rub her tits. Sharon lays her own hand on my hand.

Mmm, and Maia holding her own breasts is a little cute.

"Let me touch Maia's tits too"

"Ku, you can't compare."

"I think big tits are great, but small tits are art."

"I don't know..."

"I don't know......"

A microtitted dragon and a huge titted elf with two troubled faces.

"Men get there someday."

I felt like I could see Grandpa Harry snorting deeply for some reason.

Exactly. Reflects that yesterday's sex odor play was a bit dirty.

No, well, it generally stinks.

"Go take a bath today. I'm done playing semen dump."

"Ha..."

"Wow... the first hot spring in the morning is a long way off."

Send Sharon and Irina out to the hot springs.

I did the rest of last night with a wet hand tug myself.

"Morning, Andy. Blacksmith today?

"There's something else I want to do this afternoon, and in the morning,"

Say hello to Angelos, who lowers his breakfast tray, and breakfast with a replacement.

Mr. Deane and Aurora, as well as Naris and Tetes, had already had breakfast.

"Ah, Naris."

Speaking up to get her to come to the blacksmith, Naris makes her back stretch with Vicoun. (Spoon) I peed.

"What's up?"

"Su, Smythson, ten long!

Standing up Naris hooks his neck with his arm and takes him straight to the corner of the dining room.

"You know, you can just do it in public because Tetes might feel weird about it!

"... it looks like Tess realized that Naris was already penetrated the day she came back."

"Huh!?

A heartfelt surprise, Naris.

When I looked at Tess for a moment, he looked at me sideways, niggling.

Yeah, it's not like this situation is already an answer, is it?

"More than that, Naris. Come to Mr. Jackie's today. 'Cause I think I can get your share of chest armor down."

"That's how it's going to be misunderstood again in that order!

"You can't help it, because your armor is the easiest way to make it!

"Why! It would be an interior!

"'Cause you're the smallest breast I've ever had."

Sharon and Naia just need special designs to be exact, not that Naris is bad.

but Naris seemed to think he was disparaged.

"No! It's not like I didn't leave it small. Hey! It's not even that disappointing elfwise. Oh, no! Chief Sharon is just totally against the rules!

"Don't worry. I think it's art, even smaller."

"Aren't you subtly ridiculous"

"I didn't. I didn't. Love the cute tits too. Jeanne, Irina and Angelos are my precious tits."

"... Something's honestly hard to please. I mean, it's not a happy occasion. Me. How many mornings have you been giving a full sexual harassment talk, you pervert ten chief!

"Though you must be the one who shook it!

"Friendly and above all."

Tess had come as close as she could at some point. I bring the morning tea with me for every saucer and I sip it.

...... would Sir Buster give way to these subtly unnoticed moves?

"Oh, you know, Tess. We did get along somewhat the other trip, though, didn't we?

"It's okay, Naris."

Tess giggles.

"Mr. Lyla and Cairon, we're taking the back from the top ten."

Naris poking her hand at the ground with disappointment.

"... and how do you miss the elves so much when you're the ten Smythson chiefs? Don't you have some special technique or something?

Wow.

I was told I was nostalgic or something. I have guts even though this dining room is totally away.

"And don't say I was nostalgic or anything! As far as I'm concerned, it's just a booze mistake! Smythson, I don't like ten people that much."

"Heh."

Tess laughing weirdly.

A step back, Naris.

"Hey, what..."

"Nothing? Well, Naris, as always."

"Dude, he did!

"Aren't you interested in a human girl or something called the Ten Smythson? Like me or something."

"No comment. I'd like to pierce no comment."

To be honest, I think Tetes is also a pretty enough category, but I'm subtly concerned about the age difference of ten, which I don't care too much about when it's another race. It wouldn't be a good idea to get your hands on a kid like this, targeted.

No. I've also offended younger kids more openly in cat beast colonies and such, but do you think it doesn't feel very good if they're of the same race? Strange.

I don't have the courage to finally get my hands on that demon buster's sister. Seriously scary courses like brother-in-law with your bare hands.

"Tess, you don't know anything scary..."

"Oh, I'm not saying you can sleep with ten Smythson chiefs, am I? I was just wondering why all the elves and subhumans are getting their hands on me."

"Then you're not extra scared? That Almeida, the Knight Chief Sharon, even the Holy Beast, they're all mine - a porn demon that makes you collar this guy. You might not be able to do anything with your arm."

They said disrespectful things.

I can't believe I'm a porn demon. I'm afraid not to mention Mr. Hilda.

"So Naris was raped with some strange force?

"Well, not surprisingly, it was rape."

"We're getting along better than before for that, aren't we?

"... kiddo, I think it's your fault?

Naris, you realize it's time for you to play.

"If you have a special talent for communicating with that elf, I wonder what will happen if you start swinging at it."

"... maybe it doesn't"

It's really painful that I don't have a basis to answer clearly, either, because I'm just a daughter of strange history now that I think about it.

"Fine, why don't you eat fast, Andy"

"It's gonna get cold."

Mr. Deane and Aurora, who were probably supposed to hear it but also don't seem to give a damn... well, it's these two.

Morning work at Mr. Jackie's.

"Oh, my dear. I'd like to close the office tomorrow, okay?

"Oh, it's a holiday, right?"

"I'd also like to clean the furnace when... this job, isn't so much of a rush, is it?

"Well, Mr. Jackie and Jeanne can help, so we're working a lot faster than planned."

As bad as I thought spring might be critical to the eventual completion of all three, but at the current pace, it's more than twice as efficient. I can afford it.

"So tomorrow is the day off."

"Yeah.... Now Naris, have you been put on?

"... The Smythson Ten is really something of a gift when it comes to making armor that fits a woman's body."

Shit, and Naris, who opened the curtains in the trial space, was wearing practical chest armor.

Although it is slightly inappropriate because there is no decoration, paint, and the cad has not been removed.

"Ooh. It looks better than I thought."

"What is more than I thought? Sure, it's very comfortable."

"Because all I know about your combat gear is bikini armor..."

"Ugh."

Partially, this is enough to get you on the front line. I will also make a pair of lumbar armor and shin guards from now on, but they don't penetrate very well into mercenaries who hate chattered armaments, and there are many examples of substituting them with iron plated leather trousers and sturdy boots.

"I really think we should make a helm, too."

Mr. Jackie groans blushly.

Indeed the helm is very effective as a protective gear. Or it is Helm who is paid before armor to untrained recruits.

Sometimes I can handle being stabbed in the chest or in the stomach, but if I stab something in the head, it won't help me first. That's why it's a top priority where you want to defend yourself.

but.

"Helm narrows his senses, so hey. I hope you have a helm that doesn't interfere with your field of view or your hearing at all."

"That's a difficult order."

"It's easier to do without it."

... I don't want to say anything more or less like Naris and put on a helm over the ace night class.

No, Angelos used to wear it for the purpose of hiding his ears or something.

I think you can use it as a proper protective device.

While fine-tuning Naris' armor, I also hear Hip Armor's request.

"I knew it was a side defense. The area itself doesn't have to be that big, so I'd like to ask you not to get hit in the back. Even a few injuries can make you move badly."

"You've done it so many times..."

"I didn't do that much! It's just that I've never ordered hip-armor myself, so I feel like it."

"I see."

I'm also a labyrinth adventurer in the war.

If you think about it, it's not surprising at all that you're experienced in terms of the areas where you eat the attack.

"What color is the armor?

"Hmm, it looks strong when it's black, but I wear it with Angelos Ten, and it's gorgeous when it's red, but I wear it with Almeida..."

"I wish I'd worn it."

"Because of this, you shouldn't wear it, you can't go wrong with parts peeing... I wonder if it's white..."

"I dare you to glow in silver."

"If you rub it, you can't hide it."

"Blue then..."

"Blue is hard to balance with the red gauntlet, isn't it? Other colors depend on the inner."

Surprisingly loud woman Naris in fashion.

"I knew it would be nice to put it together in red"

"That's right...... hmm"

The two of us worry.

Visit to Naia there.

"Hello... are you ready for something like that already"

"Naia."

"Oh, haha... something seems to be the easiest thing to do with mine"

Looks a little smelly, Naris.

Ask Naia for her opinion as well.

"I'm worried about what color it's going to be... it fits the gauntlet too, and I don't wear it with Almeida..."

"I think I can do anything for you... but I also have the option of wearing a surcoat."

Naia was a bit of a mess in Naia.... Well, I didn't pick it out myself, I only wear that stuff.

"What about mixing colors? It could take a lot of work."

"Mixed colors..."

"My chest is white, my shoulders are red, my hips are like..."

Isn't that like a toy?

Naris pointed his mouth, but I felt something flashing.

"That's it"

Quickly, I'll draw a chalk on the board of the tree.

"How about this?"

"In red... combined with gray, like some kind of literature...?

"Because of this, I imagined Lila's flame."

Run every burning flaming tongue-like line across your chest to cross from left to right.

The armor is made of fine tuning from the male shape, but the feminine line also feels emphasised.

"Hey!? Wow, isn't that terrible for my armor!?

... Oh, no, I have trauma in my dragon firebrace.

Hmmm......

"Then change Maia's snowstorm to the way you imagined it..."

"That would make it more subtle with red, wouldn't it?"

"Fine."

Re-create all sorts of design proposals.

"Do you want to match gold with red?

"Boo, it's hard to paint gold. If I use it the wrong way, it gets nasty."

"Mmm... then it's green on the red base, with this elf-image and the cross feel of the red gauntlet"

"It's hard to throw red on a green base."

"It's also called mixing in three colors..."

"Wait, Naia. It's not a painting."

We all couldn't decide to think about it, so we'll just cut it up.

Up at noon today. I mean, there's no need to rush after this.

I thought I'd spend some time this afternoon at the Baron's residence with Selene, Apple, and Jeanne, deciphering Elf-language books, and then accompanying Isaac team inspections in the evening.

I guess I should think about it a little more carefully......

Walking blurry through the daytime township with that in mind, a clotheshop sign at the edge of his eyes.

... clothes.

Could be a hint.

I'll go in flat thinking so.

"Welcome...... Ah, your husband"

There was an elf I didn't know when I turned around as a vic.

Silver straight hair on maid clothes.

She's very pretty in a clear, soft atmosphere.

but I don't.

I don't know.

"Your husband?

"Uh... Master Tutor... not Mr. Smythson?

This way of saying patrol obviously belongs to those four.

I mean, there's only one person in there with silver hair.

"Oh, oregano...?

"Yes, I'm going to let you work here"

I didn't notice because I don't have three knitting rings.

Surprised.

... to my own cluttered sensibility that I was identifying with it first.

"Oh, armor...... is it"

"Yeah. Whatever color you shake, don't stick around."

"I think it depends on how you fit under your armor or with your cape...... oh, what about this"

Oregano has been offering one of his old clothes.

It's torn by the way, but the taped cloth I used to repair it shows a strange sense of unity.

"Well, something's sprinkling."

"Based on the color of the previous bikini armor, if you pull the red line like this, you can also stylishly shape Mr. Narris's nerves without a backstroke"

"I see... I didn't think of daring to make the pattern unfathomable"

Red really associates blood, flames and scars, so it was an idea that tends to take images there, and on the contrary, unifying them in a pattern so unfathomable as to shake those images off, which required a little stepback.

"Eh heh. How can I help you?

"Oh. Looks like we should balance this out"

"Above all.... by the way"

Oregano looked left and right and made sure the owner's grandmother wasn't there.

"It's time... are you at our place?

…………

You're all pretty hungry.

"We're all off tomorrow, so if you could visit me around tonight, we could all welcome you"

"... uh"

I'm a little lost.

... get lost.

"Will we all be naked apron maids?

"You like it..."

Bitter Oregano.

"Of course, sir."

Only the whispered words make me throat.

... Oh, me.

(cont 'd)