Hero Manufacturing Machine ~A Job to Make Children~

The night of duty with Masayano has come.

It's a role, but it's also a secret between blood groups.

As in the case of Kazhaine, a man of distant bravery's blood is invited to play the ostensibly horse breeder.

That's why I was carrying my foot into the room where Masayano was.

Concom. Concom.

Masayano came out when I knocked on the door.

"Welcome, Charles. Perfect timing. Please, come in."

Masayano, who invited me indoors, wore a long bathrobe.

Looks like she took a bath a little before I came, her hair is wet and smells good, and her cheeks are slightly slight, but she's upset.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, lady."

"I'm like this, so I don't really get treated like a girl."

Once separated, Masayano goes on.

"Charles treats me like a lady?

"Of course."

I nodded forcefully and continued.

"Masayas are more beautiful than beautiful, they fall into the cute category."

"Yeah."

"It doesn't make any difference that Masaya is attractive. I told you before."

"Yeah."

"My niece is so cute that it's over twelve minutes without a hint. If I hadn't been your uncle, I'd be worried."

Ehehe. Thank you. "

Masayano laughs with a stinking smell.

It's getting hot, so I'll take it off.

That's what Masayano said about his favorite underwear, which kicked the bathrobe's skin, was the top and bottom of his blue striped underwear.

The vibrant color scheme of blue and white dazzles my eyes.

"Does it look like a child?

"No, that's not true. It looks so good on Masaya, it's cute."

Ehehe. I thought Charles would say that. "

Masayano smiles with a relieved face.

"Sit down, sit down, sit down!

That's why I'm going to pound on the big bed and sit down.

Well then, if you'll excuse me.

"Yeah."

I sat on an oversized bed for one who was so resilient.

It's quite a big bed to sleep alone.

I leaked what I had in mind.

Ehehe. Me, I don't sleep so well, so if it's a little bunk (bed), it's going to fall down. "

Active Masayano seemed to be active even when she was awake without explanation.

Well, when it comes to Masayano, it looks like Masayano.

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Masayano sits me up and tries to do something.

I wonder what it is.

"You know, Charles...."

"What's wrong? Isn't that the usual Masaya?

"... can I have a hug?

Listening to the words, I gradually came to a point.

He was thinking about how to cut it out for me.

"Of course. Come here."

I widened my hands to welcome Masayano.