"But you didn't seem to make much sense"
and the truth that puts the cup on the low table.
I have an atmosphere of giving up somewhere.
"My husband hasn't heard from me since then."
My husband contacted me when I took a cab to meet Ume.
I haven't heard from him since.
When I sighed, Mr. Ume stood up.
"Where are you going?
"I'm gonna get dressed."
Mr. Ume, who immediately came back, was dressed in a room.
Hot pants on white t-shirt. The bra seems to have been removed as well.
I was concerned about the shadow on my nipples.
I'm going out with you today.
"Huh?"
Mr. Ume unwrought his golden hair over his head as he sat down.
The exposed neck muscles are white and colourful.
Mr. Truth asks as he blinks.
"What do you mean, hang out?
"Spit it all out about your husband here"
"No... but such a nuisance"
"It's already taken long enough."
And Mr. Ume smiling was more grown-up than Mr. Truth.
When I first met Truth, I had the impression that I was an adult woman.
He taught me how not to be nervous, and I was saved by it.
But when I did it, Mr. Truth was also a young woman.
"Excuse me......"
Mr. Truth, although apologizing, seemed somewhere happy.
After that, Mr. Truth did a lot of nagging for me.
I stopped at the gavel and it was Ume who asked questions.
Mr. Truth was called out by his husband at the club.
We got along that day and went straight to the hotel.
He said he was going to have a physical relationship and stay with him.
When we were dating, we had multiple dates as we came and went through each other's houses.
When I introduced them to my parents and it felt like marriage, I had a proposal.
He said it was at the Ferris wheel at night.
"Marry me."
On one knee, I saw my husband showing me the ring, and Mr. Truth answered instantly.
He began cohabiting immediately after naturalization.
We were both going to focus on our work, and we didn't make kids.
"I was hoping the time would come...... I'm too busy right now"
And Mr. Truth laughed bitterly.
Don't you really want children?
It was the look that made me think so.
"Now what?
Ume asks a question.
"Are you with my husband now?
"Oh......"
Hirashi. and Mr. Truth looked at me better.
Mr. Truth, who sat well behaved on the couch, was strangely horny.
I misled my gaze from Truth to the clock.
"I didn't..."
"No!
Ume broke it off with a husky voice.
"Well, no! Mr. Truth is so cute, I need to get more and more edgy."
"Duh, what do you mean?
"My theory is that women are getting more and more attractive by doing naughty things with men."
"Ha ha..."
I didn't really know what that meant either.
Mr. Ume follows in such a tone that the child also teaches.
"Besides, when you're young, don't you think you should go through a lot? It's not just work."
"Well, I think so..."
Mr. Truth wipes his neck as he blushes his cheeks.
Ume sat next to Mr. Truth.
And when I put my shoulders together, I whispered in my ear.
"What do you think?
"Yes......?
"With your husband, are you satisfied?
"Satisfaction... yes!?
I rounded my shoulders to extinguish my existence.
I would like to have this conversation, but I felt a lot worse if it stayed this way.
"Well, that's... that's..."
"Well, so far, how many men did you make?
"Ugh, Umehara-san... Wow, I..."
"Me? Me... the three of us?
Even though no one is listening, Ume begins to take it upon herself.
"For the first time, I was a boyfriend in my third year of high school, and a classmate. The second one was a boyfriend I made as soon as I got into college... and then recently, I just figured out my boyfriend... ah"
And when I cut the words there, Ume looked at me.
Unexpectedly, I made a voice out of it.
"The fourth person is in front of me..."
"So, Mr. Ume!
Exactly. I was speaking out.
"That's right! How's the young man, Mr. Truth?
"Huh? Huh? Hey, eh!? Is that Okaya-san?
Drunk is trouble because this is it.
Of course the person is meant to be a joke.
But me and Mr. Truth stared at each other with a bright red face.
"Da, no! Ugh, it's cheating!
"I've been seriously answered..."
With a shudder, Mr. Ume stepped back to where he was and sang the highball.
Only for a moment Mr. Ume glanced at me.
Its eyes were sharp and not those of a drunk human being.
Keep your cool, your eyes when you're plotting something.
I know these eyes well. [M] Tomiko always shows you the eyes.
"Ume -"
I had to say something.
But before that, Mr. Ume spoke out.
"Mr. Truth, do you want to take a shower? We're already staying today, aren't we?
"Oh, huh?
In a sudden development, Mr. Truth followed Mr. Ume's words.
"Well, sweeten to your words..."
Ume led Mr. Truth to the bath before coming back.
Somehow I laughed when I sat in front of me.
"What are you thinking?
"It's the next one."
"Huh?"
"I was looking at Mr. Truth and I came up with... the subject of an affair between a wife and a high school boy"
I guess that's why I brought that up.
It may indeed be an attractive subject matter, but it doesn't look like Umebara Umeka so far.
Umehara Umeka specializes in youth novels and actually sells them with it.
"There are limits to that..."
"Is that so?"
I'm not sure about the world of novels.
I guess all industries together have to try something new.
"Are young people going to stay, too?
"Yeah, I'll be home first thing in the morning. I'm gonna be late for school."
"Young people are serious too..."
After she answered that, Ume told her abruptly, with a honeycomb.
"Then why don't you let me shave?