Hisshou Dungeon Unei Houhou

Maid Wife Morning

Side: kirue

Feels good.

That's what I thought.

I don't know, what does this feel like?

Well, I don't know.

I can't get my thoughts together.

Where am I now?

Even such a simple thing is ambiguous.

But I just know that where I am now is very comfortable, pleasant, uncomfortable, etc.

I'm sure this place may be the restful place I've sought someday.

Phew.

When I think about that, it conveys the feeling of being touched by such a body.

Huh, huh.

They should be touching your body, but there's no disgust at all.

Ninglo, it's comfortable.

"Huh."

I gradually remember myself with that feeling.

I'm Kirue.

Yes, Kirue.

A maid who also serves as an escort, serving Princess Sheila of the Garz Country.

And now......

"... is also Yuki's wife"

That's right. I wake up from a pale dream with an answer.

The moment you open your eyes, my dear husband.

And a hand gently placed on your chest.

Master Yuki used to save the world.

He also treats me as a maid of honor, separately and, to a great extent, he has declared me a sideroom.

Already, I also make one child money, and my husband spares no love for that child.

And you can't be in love with your husband.

If you're bluffing, they'll take the maid's job.

My husband is a very preferred, wonderful lady, but he doesn't like the thing of being in a position to stand on people a little bit, and if I leave him alone, he leaves me alone, starts choreographing the house, etc.

So I always have to wake up earlier than my husband, and I lose my job.

Yesterday, it was the day I spent the night with Master Yuki, so let me serve you thoroughly, let you run out of strength to the limit, and in the morning I was the only one in the operation to wake up, but apparently I did my job.

So you should get dressed right away and start preparing breakfast, but before you do, I'll snuggle around in the futon.

And after all that service yesterday, I now confirm my healthy husband.

Between us wives, morning service is natural.

I just can't do it from time to time, and I don't have that much lust.

So here's where we follow up properly.

No matter, I don't hate it.

We are happy to serve.

Hurry up, or your husband will wake up.

Today...... you're in the mood for both.

"Let's get ready quickly."

I finish my morning service to my husband, getting dressed, already in the cooking room, in the kitchen.

Morning is the same everywhere, not even this newest equipped inn will change.

Within yesterday, the cooker I timer set has already started and cooked the rice.

We have to make some freaks to match what we can do.

It has already become common sense in Weed that rice is freshly cooked.

What is made-up about not being able to offer it in its tastiest condition?

and the maid soul in me burns up.

No matter how gentle your husband is, he's like sweet to it, what a different kind of idiot maid.

I'm not making it, but we're quite a large family, so I may run out of ingredients when I think about looking at the contents of the fridge and making this, etc.

So basically, I'll make it according to the weekly table of contributions.

Dinner, etc. can also be bought out of ingredients, so there are many changes, but I basically make them in the morning on the contribution table.

We are cooking rice today, so it is fillet with miso soup, egg rolls and grilled salmon.

It's a typical Japanese breakfast.

For once, Weed, or this continent, bread is the staple, so sometimes bread is the breakfast.

When my husband was also in Japan, he said there was also a day when he lightly baked bread and ate it and went to work.

Indeed, if you are selling bread that you have already cooked, like Japan and Weed, in a state where you can save it so that it can be finished and eaten immediately, that would be easier and more efficient.

But now that you have a maid named me, you can't let her have such a clueless breakfast!!

In the unlikely event that my husband falls over with such an unrelenting meal, I will live with regret for the rest of my life.

Well, just in case, in fact, my husband is only unwilling about himself and, conversely, spares no effort if it's for the sake of being around him. Meals and the like are especially so.

Every day, when my husband cooks, he behaves like a cook to his wives.

Even in that sense, I can help at all and reduce the burden a little bit.

Now, with that in mind, finish removing the ingredients and start cooking in earnest.

"Good morning. Senior Kirue."

I hear voices from behind.

Looking back, there stood the maid with Samantha, Sarsari.

"Good morning. Sarsari. Can you help me?

"Yes. It's okay. The lady's hair is done."

She is arguably in a special position among those who live in this inn.

The only thing is, I haven't given her husband any favors.

No, rather than like or dislike, she herself, her husband, is not the type of person of choice.

If it is normal, it is not strange to be executed if you speak of it, but we are all convinced that there is neither contempt nor malice in that language.

For my part, I think I should serve the Lord, but I have nothing to say in particular because my husband says nothing in particular and I feel firmly about herself, designated protection and loyalty.

No matter, work is a good maid who can do it just like me.

In a way, you can say you have courage.

So, every day like this, I honestly appreciate it because it helps me and my husband cook.

Housekeeping and babysitting have become easier with more manpower.

But there's only one thing that makes me wonder.

That's......

"Have you fixed Samantha's hair yet?

"Yes. I'm used to it. Get used to it."

Me and Sarsari talk about that while we cook.

Basically, me and Sarsari wake up at about the same time and start acting as maids, but as Sarsari can tell by the delay, Sarsari still serves as a companion to Samantha.

No, I also take care of Master Shayla, but lately, my husband has impressed me, or I have become tired of doing things around me.

I'm sure you're coming out of your consciousness as a sister to Master Aslin and Phyllia.

Those two people and Master Shayla are together as long as time permits.

And that's fine there.

The problem was that Samantha's hair, she had a universal vertical roll, and her husband said it was an omnidirectional drill.

I know so much about Japan that I know what the drill means that it erupted at first.

But you get that vertical roll done early every morning. The maid named Sarsari.

"Sure, you said it was an application of witchcraft?

"Yes, wet the sleeping lady's hair and then dry her hair in a longitudinal roll with warm wind"

"... you're a hairdryer"

"Yeah, right. But you're thankful that it makes it easy to get warm winds out, right? Normally when I try to tone Samantha's hair, it hurts with hair scent oil, and that beautiful hair hurts, because I don't like it."

Yes, this continent also has to be hardened with hair scent oil in order to maintain such bizarre hair shapes.

However, since there is no culture like weed that says bath or shampoo that specializes in caring for hair, my hair hurts very much by sleeping with hair scent oil on and staying sticky easily with dust, etc.

I use witchcraft only to fix my hair in that new continent where witchcraft is in decline.

That seems to tell the story of how important Samantha is to Sarsari.

"Okay, you're the main one"

"Yes. I owe it to Master Samantha to have me now. So I'm not going to be Yuki's mistress who makes Samantha happy. I also want my share to love Master Samantha. Oh, like I said before, Master Yuki is a good man, but he's not my type, so there's no such thing as impossible, is there?

"I know. Look in those eyes. There's no way you don't believe me."

She is the one whose words are crushed, but whose contents tell the story that the happiness of the Lord, Lady Samantha, is absolutely paramount.

"Well, if Master Samantha and Master Yuki become Mannelli, I have no hesitation in dedicating myself to this, because you don't seem to have to worry about saying so. Your wives are very strong and friendly."

"Right."

I've been talking to all my wives about my evening with my husband, and how to squeeze my husband..., no please, I've already handed Samantha over and it's a daily meeting. Forget the drill, your husband's wife will be disqualified.

"Master Samantha is kind, so she also wishes me happiness. So as declared, right now, you're looking for a man because you can afford it in Weed."

"Have you found a good person?

"Ha ha, that's hard. Honestly, while I say no man is good, Master Yuki shines too bright..."

"Oh, I know that. Based on your husband, even a normal good man looks like a weed."

"... I think that's a lot of filters, but you generally agree"

Strange, isn't it?

Based on your husband, you just look like a weed, like some other good guy?

Not only is it the use of God, but he has the knowledge to use it as well as the learning, he goes through politics, and if he stands on the battlefield, he flirts with his enemies with divine conspiracy, an unbeatable strength that can be defeated head-on with unrivalled power in ancient times and now.

And the diligence you remember to learn. The breadth of metrics that use knowledge at all costs, which is a form of drilling and wishing in your hometown.

And love people, love family.

Exactly, perfect!!

"Whoa, some kind of chills ran!? I feel worshipped by being overlaid with impotence for the first time!?

"What are you talking about? Look, Kirue and Sarsari are already ready, right?

"Oops, I was. Sorry I'm late."

"I'm here to help -!!

"I'm here!!

"Kirue, Mr. Sarsari, I'm here to help you."

And, rumor has it, my dear husband and Lady Shayla were here.

As usual, I must have come to help you make breakfast......

"Oops, that was a shame. I'm sorry. I've already made breakfast with me and Senior Kirue."

"" Uh. ""

Dear Athleen and Phyllia speak out of dissatisfaction.

You two are adorable whenever you see them.

Ladies and gentlemen Shayla and Labyris also look at the two and smile.

"But we're going to have to take the breakfast to the ballroom. There's a ton of them, so can you help me if you want? Master Aslin, Master Phyllia?

"" I will help!!

"Yes. Thank you. Then come here..."

Sarsari was also surprised that her husband and Shaela were making breakfast together at first, but she seemed completely used to it these days.

We'll get along with Aslin and Phyllia, like we do now, and we'll even make breakfast together.

"Aha, I'm sorry. You left all the breakfast to me."

"It's rare, isn't it? Because we went to wake Yuki."

"No. My husband was tired, too. Or at least leave it to us for breakfast, if you like"

I'm the one who made you tired. I can't say.

After all, I did it three times.

Because I have no choice. Because your husband's expression is adorable!!

"That's right. Leave Yuki to us."

Sarsari says that on the story too, but her husband is still serious......

"If you're busy, if you're tired, I'll take care of it. This is routine, too. It's bad for both of us, but I'll help you out as much as I can. It's about here you and I can get along."

"... yes, they say, no"

"Ha, Master Yuki. If you say that too much, they eat you, don't they? Do you want to start all morning?

Sarsari says the same, but you don't feel bad about being told, and I answer that with a smile.

"Are you going to be my brother?

"Do you do it, brother?

"Oh, you do?

"Well, it's embarrassing. If Yuki wants..."

And the reacting shalers.

"No, because I won't. I thought it was too late, because the other daughters-in-law would come and take care of it."

"Oh, I guess it's just gonna be a day off today, huh?

"I'm going to take care of it. Look, I'll carry breakfast. Some daughters-in-law are already waiting for tea in the ballroom."

That said, my husband takes the heaviest, miso soup pan.

Following that, the Shalers will carry the freaks.

We carry a cooker packed with cooked rice.

"Oh, you have salmon today. Yay."

"Here. Millie, don't be happy to help."

"I know, Ellis. Yes, Athleen, I'll have your basin."

"Thank you, Millie sister"

When you get to the banquet hall, the faces who were relaxing and drinking tea immediately help you with your meals.

In the meantime, other wives who have not come to the ballroom will gather.

"Ugh. You're sleepy."

"You're the same. Why don't you go to bed a little sooner, Derrille?"

"Even so. If Jessica sees that series of DVDs too..."

"Don't bury your face in my chest because I'll hear that story later"

"It's a good pillow. The second after Lulua is pretty good...... gu"

"Don't sleep your chest on the pillow!! Because it's for Yuki and the kids only!!

That's how the pull tries to be, but there's the Demon King, Dear Delhiyu.

I won't let my powers say things and try to get them off Master Jessica's chest.

"You've been making a scene this morning. Hey, Sakura, Shael."

"" Huh?

"Good morning. Look, it's Mom and Dad. Smiley, Elia."

"" Ahhh. ""

"Sounds like you're almost ready. So, Shance, shall we have Yu for dinner? Look, Delieux, don't play with me, give her boobs."

"Ahhh!!

"Ahhh!!

That said, the last thing that comes in is our children and mothers, who should also be our treasures.

My real son, Shael, is also held by Master Cellaria.

In the morning, I basically leave it up to the other wives to take care of the kids, as I have breakfast preparations and so on.

If I'm done with my job, I'll hold Shael right back and give her milk, but that's not going to happen.

Now, we need to get proper meals done.

"Oh, sweet Yuu. You should drink a lot of mom's tits."

"Totally. You're a solid mother at times like this"

"Well, I like Jessica's tits, too."

"Leah too, is it?"

Next to Yuyu-sama desperately sucking on Deliyu-sama's milk, Jessica, as she gave up, is left to exchange.

Well, if it's that big, I think it's tempting to touch it.

"It's okay. Because Shael lets me drink my boobs. I need you to get ready."

That's how Cellaria found out she was staring at the children, she called out to me, and with Sakura, Shael was also sucking Cellaria's milk.

Shael still looks fine today and most importantly.

"But Cellaria. You're clever enough to give me both tits to drink or something. No, everyone else is doing it."

"Get used to it. Get used to it. And thank you for the information."

"What do you mean, thank you?

"My tits are tense. Because I make milk. If you only let one suck, one is spicy. You don't smoke."

"Well, I don't smoke."

"That makes it easier when you're sucking both tits from two kids"

"I see."

Me, too, but Master Lulua often milks both of us at the same time, especially since her breasts seem to tense.

I'll see how that goes, and I'll finish preparing my breakfast.

We all wait for your husband to say something about his seat, not to mention who said something.

"Okay, we're ready, and shall we eat? I'll have it."

"" "I'll have it" "

Come on, have breakfast and work hard on your maid of honor today!!