I Came Back but the World is Still a Fantasy!?

A mild afternoon.

One maid was relative to the boy in the room given to the guest - to the benefactor.

Simple white brim on the head. A black piece with a long length to hide to the ankle.

And then it wraps around a frilled white apron in Japan, the world of Earth.

It is a maid in pure work clothes unrelated to common adoration and eroticity.

She's got the usual faceless look, one of her heads is with the boy with the back length down there, asking questions from earlier.

I was repeating myself. Mandatory rather than a question to be exact, I suppose.

"No, so stay away"

"Please sit in bed"

It is almost a repeat of this.

Long, watery hair on the back of his neck - from his benefactor - tied with a ribbon and flushed to his back, spine.

The way she stretches out nicely and stands, there's also her beauty and her good style.

It exudes a finished beauty like a sculpture, but at any rate

to the pressure coming from the difference between the unsaid atmosphere and the back length, in strength

The boy is utterly impatient when it comes to making a big difference.

Above all, he said to Amber's eyes as the maid pointed upright,

I waved a white flag at the strong will there is. Cotto, in this area of care.

He already knows it's terribly hard to change her doctrinal claims, too.

- Oh, this is the one who's going to use his strength when he's wasted.

Especially though it said so on my face.

As it stands, no more wasted resistance than the bandages on both arms and the triangular scarf hanging his left arm have yet come off.

loss, the maid's reading wins that she would have thought would have stepped on, or

I kept showing an unbreakable posture. Am I winning the Volkswagen line? This boy who cares about something.

But in the end, he decided to give up his mental peace and obey.

"Now if you'll excuse me, Nakamura."

The maid bends over as she peeks into the boy sitting on the edge of the bed.

One piece and apron, in front of you when you say it's doubly contained.

The only thing that takes awareness for a moment into a violently sloppy and shaky existence is

It would be sound evidence as a man. A little, just a little embarrassing emotion.

She deliberately chases me to look at me like that.

And hands on the boy's clothes.

button carefully but quickly so as not to strain your bandaged arms.

Remove and remove the jacket so as not to obstruct the wound. Easy to do, though.

It is inherently an extremely difficult act. To take care of people with just this.

It's about figuring out how much skill you need. But.

………

………

She squeezed her revealed naked upper body particularly tighter in front of her.

I'm too conscious to be upset, and that's on the table instead.

But that's a reaction I noticed because he's this boy, so there's dust on the inside.

It would be a full score as a servant to be tortured not to appear on the table.

I guess that's why the maid Stella didn't like him.

His body hasn't healed all his wounds yet. Though the wounds directly linked to my life were blocked.

The scar remains deep, with some wounds that have just blocked the whole body too seriously and forcefully.

There are still many traces that remind me of it if I take off my clothes. Naturally.

Because he went just before he died. Rather, it's done to this extent,

She is still incredibly satisfied.

Though the Sin Yichi think that they did it on their own,

That I couldn't prevent the situation I had to.

All the maids who also serve as escorts are cursing themselves of helplessness.

The guilt they have about this is deep.

Especially even though it wasn't her will to take him directly.

It is Stella, who has hurt me. That's why.

Whatever the air, they put that feeling in his

I've stopped hiding my urge to take care of him.

This sweat wipe, too.

"It's a maid's job."

"Please be sweeter because you're a cancer."

"We have to do this every day."

"Never mind."

, etc. Someone pushes his resistance off every day.

Because it's not available even when it comes to a building with a fine tub in this state.

Even he is helpful. but on the contrary, I'm sure you're also sorry.

Something like 'guilt that made you feel guilty'?

They're fully aware, but they want to do something for you.

the wound to the extent that it cannot be contained and does not detract from the work of the maid,

I had chosen an act that would allow me to see the course of treatment.

Stella is also one of them.

"Hands up. If you feel pain, absolutely, say it"

"Yes, sir"

absolutely, nodded somewhere to him as if he was barely pressured by the narrative that highlighted

while she seemed satisfied. She wet herself with hot water warmed to a decent temperature

Wipe your body with a towel. Chest plate, abdomen, flank, sides, shoulders, around neck.

Massage for handling and force reduction without straining wounded flesh and other fine dust

Did it work, too? From the boys, temporarily, from the maids, it's a pain in the ass.

Signs of unnecessary guilt are disappearing. For a moment, Stella...

I feel proud.

"Next, give me your back, excuse me next door. Nakamura, stay put."

And the excuse that it's necessary to make that gap.

Stella sat quietly so the bed wouldn't shake at all quickly.

Primarily wipe your back while reaching out to areas that are difficult to wipe from the front.

Towel with a hand you're used to extending your arms from next door almost without creating gaps.

Her arm moving is from the front. And the color is not as bad as that.

but.

"Oh, um... Mr. Stella?

"I don't need a nickname or anything from Nakamura... anything?

The voices and tones are flat, but the color of care is intense in their eyes.

I was anxious to see if I would have failed somewhere, but for some reason.

Looking like trouble, he looked up at the ceiling roaring.

Slightly, blushing cheeks.

"I'm hitting... wow, I'm hitting"

Stella almost asked him back, "What is it?"

Only a limited number of places are touching it. Hands to wipe your body or.

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for being too close to reach that entire back, he and her

A soft thing with a lot of weight was crushed between them. No stellar.

Make a gap by lowering your emotions just a little bit without putting them on your face. Consciousness makes the body

If you just look at the shape too far in mind to wipe and not obstruct the wound.

I didn't realize it was shaped like I was going to push it.

I reprimand myself in a faceless manner for what a lapse.

At the same time, however, I was surprised that it was a strange reaction.

It stinks, and I don't want you to be unconscious.

On the side of the boy looking at the ceiling, he blinks when he sees something unusual.

"Surprised."

"What?

"I was wondering if Nakamura was interested in women's bodies."

"Stop saying that in a way that sounds misleading!?

"But the temptation of Yoko didn't seem very good to you.

I thought you were young, but you were dead a lot. "

"Oops, eh... ha"

Because they pointed out that they care?

I glanced back at Stella. He did, but as soon as I turned to the unawares,

I sighed like I was tired. Is it her fault that her face is still red?

"My face, close"

"Anything?"

The boy who shook his head after a grunt that even Stella at that distance couldn't hear.

I uttered a terminal answer to her question to delude me.

"It's not just that any woman is fine."

"……………………"

Without understanding its destructive power, even fine dust.

I wasn't upset about you putting your chest on her, about what she meant by hiding in her words.

As soon as I understood it, I stopped sweat wiping hands as if time had stopped.

If the princesses and sisters see this, knowing how professional she is to her work.

Naturally this boy does not know, though it is enough to make noise about the foretaste of a natural mutation.

"Hmm, what's up?

"… Continue. Mind if I move you behind my back?

"Fine."

"Thank you"

without rocking the soft bed.

He rode up quietly and lowered his back behind the boy.

Naturally, the footwear doesn't make any noise and doesn't disturb the skirt.

Thorough work that I wouldn't even show above my ankle, but my heart panicked.

- Oh, it was dangerous.

Wipe your back with one hand cleverly while trying to keep your mouth down gently.

The current word was unexpected, unintentional, and no, it exalted her.

So much so that if you don't desperately put up with it, you're likely to loosen your cheeks without any slack.

If they saw it, they would die of shame, and they fled to his rear.

We don't really think about it as a maid or as a woman.

"..."

But alarm immersed in that feeling of speciality or superiority.

That jumps into her sight in the worst way.

Wiping his back from behind means seeing the wounds on his back.

Long cuts connecting the right shoulder to the base of the left foot and the right flank of the front.

Stab wound piercing. The deepest wound in what was put on the other among his injuries.

It is the wound that Stella put on Sinichi.

"Ugh..."

My body is about to tremble. I'm about to scream. Makes me want to self-blade.

I pushed them all in, killed them, and kept taking care of them with the same hands.

He just wants to heal this wound somehow by some means other than healing magic.

I couldn't stop my personal feelings from swelling up instead of killing them.

Well, because of that.

"Huh... again, I'm hitting you, Mr. Stella?

At some point.

I was pushing my most self-assertive part on that back.

Intentional pushing unlike substitutes such as caught between earlier coincidences.

All this time, I'm glad you didn't have to worry about this palpitation passing on to the size of it.

I use his back to crush it even more just because I want him to feel everything as I think about it.

"Huh!?!

strange satisfaction with the sinichi that made the sound and solidified, but at the same time

In fact, it was also Stella herself who was blackening and whiting her eyes the most into this situation.

The maid wouldn't have a job like this. Ugh, and a mild panic under her faceless expression.

But she is savvy. Occupational pattern Even for sudden accidents and sudden visitors

The skill of a maid length who can handle it without doing so creates a convenient excuse.

"I thought it would heal."

"Yes!?

"It seemed like you were happy with the feel of a maid who wasn't anyone,

I hear that your lords prefer you. I thought you could relax. "

The same voice color as usual, but claiming something strange with great seriousness.

Stella stroked her chest down saying she misled herself.

There's no way. Unfortunately, I completely mislead this situation into my maid's skills.

They didn't have an operation. 'Cause suddenly you don't have to do it at all. So far.

Stella suddenly snuggled up on her own volition.

So he can't possibly tell that this stuff is pre-built.

She's so upset that she can't immediately guess that either.

But Sin Yichi, who was hardened, somehow lost his strength with it.

"... right. I'm a man too.

I'd rather have a warm, soft woman's temperature than a cold blade. "

"Ah..."

They're finding out. Probably better that mood than she herself.

To Stella, who was breathtaking in the words that made him understand, he looked back.

turned his voice gently and wishfully without

"So if it hurts, will you touch me, Stella?

- If you think it hurts, touch it.

…………

Oh, well.

You wanted to feel it.

That this man is alive properly.

You wanted to erase yourself.

Give this man more nanica than he carved himself.

And instead of “forgiving” it, does this guy mean "wanting”?

"Yes, sir. Sin."

A reply that I made proud, thankful, to receive that hope.

There was a suggestion from him that we should call him by the name below when and

The nickname used by the serving princess accidentally called it that past the back of her brain.

He just looked a little surprised, just enough that he could tell right from behind.

He smiled calmly and joyfully. Look at that, and her cheeks loosen, too.

"By the way... how long have you been guessing, Stella?

"Depends on how long you want to indulge."

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I've had plenty of time to seriously worry about how he's doing, but it's so tiny.

Stella, spilling a laugh, whispered her lips straight into his ear.

Conscious, with a very sweet voice.

"Don't you like it?

"Eh... well, the way you say it is cowardly"

The tremors and heightened tension in my body that I felt because of my intimacy

I was oddly satisfied with Stella, who had just been done to me in many ways.

Sometimes this kind of retribution would be good, and I don't know who cheeks on him.

Loosen, she waited “as is” for his answer to the maid.

how seductive the volume and feel of Sin Yichi after this

Are you going to taste it on your back? Only they who were in the room knew it.

But for some reason from there, when they're taken care of by other maids, they're all there.

The body touch to Sinichi gets intense and we both tilt our necks,

The truth is in darkness.

"Cucu, I slept in the corner. You both forgot, didn't you?

It is in darkness.