I am a Witch Requested by My Crush to Make Love Potion

Cicci-tchi-and a magnificent wall clock, enshrined in the corridor of the Asum House, ticks the second hand.

"... Is it okay?"

Harriage asks the witch, who has begun to turn off the sign just assimilating the wall.

"Yes, what was your business?"

"You really don't care about me ..."

Is there any reason I don't care? If not, how good was it?

Rose turned his eyes on Harriet's bitches, which don't even make sense. With such a heart noisy with Dottenbattan, Harrige did not seem to understand at all.

"She asked her if she always did that."

"I say that, but because I didn't run away as a witch, I think I'm honest with my job ..."

In fact, the Tara who are trying to greet you like a real “lady” have changed a lot.

The more you get acquainted with Tara, the more nervous Rose gets, and the more he is nervous. For Rose, who had not been in contact with people deeply and long before, it was very exhausting to be able to grasp the weakness of "not lying".

"I'll say a word."

"Such an exaggeration"

"Is there something too exaggerated about you?"

I didn't know, but I felt like I was being taken very seriously. Rose closes his eyebrows and squeezes his voice while bending his mouth.

"Moderately ... Please modestly"

"all right"

Although he is not familiar with the structure of the aristocrat's house, Rose knows the servant a bit. Few nobles come to the witch's house frankly by themselves. It was mainly junior servants who worked as limbs for nobles seeking "witch secrets." The servant is of no value to the aristocrats if they are not trusted and will soon be forced out of the house.

It's too heavy for Rose to say that his judgment can affect someone's good life.

As I relaxed and relaxed, I felt the clothes fall off my shoulders in my robe. For a slim, shoulder-like rose that was originally thin like a bone, it was common for clothes to shift.

Put your hands in the robe and pull up the clothes. However, the back collar of the part which is not fastened spreads and falls again.

"What are you doing?"

Harrige looks down at the suspicious eyes of the rosing rose in the robe.

"Oh, no, that-"

Both the dress and the room were prepared by Harrige.

To avoid telling them about the buttons, if you change the story, you may be dissatisfied with Harriage.

Rose was puzzled by how cramped it was to take care of him. Until now, it has become difficult for people to interact with people, even though there have been no features such as diverting the topic without lying.

And strangely, things that are so troublesome aren't too hard.

"Haha"

Eventually, Rose leaked a dry laugh. Harryge, who completely doubts, raises one eyebrow with dexterity.

"What?"

"Oh ... button ..."

Looking at Rose, whose eyes swam in the direction of the day after tomorrow, Harrige glanced.

"... Isn't it fastened?"

"Hey ..."

Hearing a small reply, Harrige pulled Rose's arm.

Although escort was not very elegant, Rose followed obediently. I was so impressed with the reason why I should not go against it.

Harrige opens the door and enters the room. It was like a linen room that was brought in.

I was right in front of Rose's room, so why would Rose's room be the closest, if any, to keep my eyes out?

Looking back casually at Harriage, he looked down at him with a terrible grumpy face, and Rose closed his mouth. Silence is money.

"A robe"

"What?"

After thinking about it and recalling without understanding what it was, Harrige said to the end, with a bitter look as if he had been hit by a fist in a pigtail for some reason.

"--Open the robe"

Rose regretted that she had to say everything naked.

There is nothing wrong. After all, he is not trying to take off now, but to help with clothes. It is definitely.

Nevertheless, Rose, in Harriage's words, solidified from the tip of the toe to the top of the head. One downy hair would not have shaken.

He turned backwards, jerky, and gently lowered his robe from his shoulder.

The exposed back may have some, if not all, bare skin. How long have you been properly secured by yourself? Is the skin hiding or exposed at all? The more he is aware of his gaze, the more heat he gathers on his skin.

Harriage reached out to her, touching the rose button strangely.

It seemed that the buttons were coming off and the tightening of the dress became loose.

What is it, the story is different. No matter how impatient he was removed, nothing came out of Rose's mouth. He can only open his eyes, tie his mouth, and follow Harryge's hand one by one.

Harige grabs the fabric of the dress. Whether or not he knew Rosé's head was confused, Harrige's approach was very cautious. It must have been gentler than peeling ripe peaches.

The cloth and the cloth held are lifted, and it seems that the buttons are hooked one by one. The reason why the button was removed earlier may be that Rose had been hooked by a different number.

Only the sound of their breathing and the sound of rubbing sound echo in the linen room at dawn.

Somehow, Rose began to feel anxious that the air was thin. The more conscious Harrige's hands are, the more he will breathe.

After finishing the button around Rose's neck, Harige's hand stopped moving.

Is it over? He opened his mouth to listen, but his mouth was empty and he couldn't speak well. When I gaze, I can't move because I touch Harriage's fingertips.

Rose kept waiting for a few seconds.

"... I'm done."

It wasn't as long as Rose had long felt.

Ten seconds or fifteen seconds-for just that long, Rose was tired.

What on earth were you watching? I decided that I was checking if all the buttons were present.

"Thank you very much."

I wasn't really inconvenienced, so I didn't have to keep it, but if Harriage was fine, that's fine. Yes, it doesn't matter, Rose wanted to leave this place right away.

I felt like something invisible in the air in this room.

When I touched my cheek with the back of my hand, it was very hot.

In this state, it will be red to the neck. I'm embarrassed and tend to bow down.

It was Harrieg who said it was over, but Harrige did not gaggle. As Harrige stands in front of the door, Rose needs to be moved to leave.

But it took a little courage to tell it. I don't know why, but for something unknown to Rose, Rose was completely under pressure.

A time that doesn't matter is flowing. I can't look back on the stuffy pressure.

"... Ah, are you angry?"

Rose, courageous, asks Harrige, who stands behind him.

"No, not at all"

"No, but ...?"

But? ? And Rose tilt her head.

Harryge's voice was certainly not angry, but what is the atmosphere?

You may have noticed that Rose was puzzled. Harrige seems to be getting down.

"This is"

"----"

Surely, Harrige slipped his finger into the gap between Rose's collar and touched his nape.

As it is, your finger follows Rose's neck. The power comes off from Rose's knees, as if the whole body were suddenly mired.

"I'm patient with what I want to do.

"Hey, hey"

Rosé covered his back neck with both hands as he stepped into the place.

The silence that had lasted may have been caused by Harrige looking down at Rose's neck, which was red.

In retrospect, Harryges' fingertips never rubbed against the skin while the button was closed. I've never pressed a human button, but if I didn't pay close attention, I would touch it.