I Reincarnated Into a Vending Machine

"That, what is this... orphanage?

"Right. I've been here with Shui lately, so I'm pretty sure."

"I've been hanging out with all the big eaters."

They were right, it was an orphanage run by Dr. Hoxie Park, where they moved their residence to the Lake Hierarchy of the Clean Stream.

With the full cooperation of Chairman Bear, the former mansion was renovated into an orphanage by transferring an old residence that had lost its inhabitants to the gardener as a result of the previous disturbance. We helped with the renovation and cleaning, too, so no doubt about it.

Hulumi's inventions are installed everywhere, with convenient specifications along with modern Japanese houses. If I wasn't a vending machine, I'd live here as well.

"But, Mr. Shirley, what can I do for you in the orphanage?"

"I have an approximate idea... I'll ask the gardener later"

We watch Shirley as we lurk in the shadows and knock on the door of the orphanage. A few seconds later, the kids jumped out the door.

"Ah, Shirley's sister! You came to see me."

"What are we playing at today?

"Hackon gave it to me, let's play with this ball!

You're a popular one, Shirley. Surrounded by children, he has a gentle grin. That's not the look that comes to mind during sales, but a natural motherly smile.

Yeah, the smile over here is nicer.

"Wait a minute, because I need to talk to the gardener. We'll play together when it's over."

"Okay - Gardener! Shirley, your sister's calling. Yo!

He wants to play with her soon, so the kids can scream and call the gardener.

Then the gardener ran over from the back for a small run.

"Yes, yes, I hear you. Good to see you, Mr. Shirley."

"Kids are still alive and well today, above all. Oh, yeah, this is the usual."

That's what I'm saying. I'm taking out a bigger bag and handing it to the gardener.

"We help you make a large donation every time. Yes, standing still, and the kids are waiting for you."

"Excuse me."

Shirley walked into the orphanage, prompted by the gardener.

Were you making a donation to the orphanage?

The gardener is an amazing hunter, but he can't make his own money because he has care of the kids, and he also employs about two temporary staff. Plus there are all those kids, so the expenses are intense.

Shui also said he has made some donations, but the gardener won't receive much. We also said, "Come and see me more than a donation," and they said no.

I wondered how it operated, but was that what happened?

Apparently the pay is pretty good without delaying payments to employees doing business at night, but I live a qualitative life, Shirley.

Maybe he's giving the majority of his money to an orphanage.

"Speaking of which, it's like Shui said before that Mr. Shirley was also an orphan..."

Rummis seems to have remembered fugly, tilting his neck and desperately digging up memories.

Couldn't you leave the children in the same situation alone?

"I don't know, Mr. Shirley. I'm gonna respect you as a woman."

"If you were the same human man, you'd definitely fall in love!

"Yeah, yeah, right"

I agree with the three of you. I've only observed about half a day, but Mr. Shirley's stock is soaring in me.

Golls, that guy doesn't seem to be making a fuss about the flowers in the high ridge. It's as difficult as the treasure you have to get by defeating a sleeping dragon in the depths of the secret.

"This is how I've been tailing you, and I'm starting to feel very bad..."

"Right. Apologize for today, and we'll play with the kids."

"Well, I guess I'll pee on you, Mr. Bear"

"Welcome"

I like that. I felt guilty about sniffing around with you, so it's decided I should honestly apologize and spend some time with you here.

When we all knocked on the door of the orphanage, the children appeared and were dragged inside without question.

Kids and Shirley are innocent in the back large room.

"Oh, do you guys have enough tails?

Were you aware? The prank is smiling like a successful child.

You're getting all kinds of smiles from Mr. Shirley today.

"I was finding out. I'm sorry, Mr. Shirley. I don't know what you're usually doing."

"Sorry, I was so intrigued."

"I'm sorry, sir."

"Suma-ku."

Don't sound like I'm just kidding. Um, I don't normally have enough words to apologize.

"It's okay. I've been feeling signs since I left the house."

Is that it? Didn't you notice the early morning noise? Seems weak in the morning is not a play or anything.

"Well, if you think it's bad... could you play with the kids"

"Yeah, fine!

"The time has come to use the new toys I've developed."

"Mr. Bear, who's gonna be first?"

We were to spend the evening in an orphanage watching the four women play with their children at the edge of the room.

After grabbing a snack and dinner along the way, I put a hot spring in the tub with my Hot Springs Vending Machine, and when everyone finishes bathing, now I succeed in putting the shaggy kids to sleep somehow.

"Thank you for today. The kids were happy, and I made it easier. Do it again anytime."

We left the orphanage behind while the gardener dropped us off.

Go along the night lane with my body illuminating. Is Scoe tired of playing or sleeping blast over my head?

"Is Mr. Shirley always like this on holidays?

"Um, yeah. I don't do much shopping, and I often bring home extra ingredients at the store, so I rarely go out to eat. I don't need to buy clothes because I have a lot of stuff, and I think I usually get bored at home."

Real life is plain and not luxurious even though it is active in the brilliant world of the night. I am a child lover, loving and inclusive. Isn't that the best woman to be your daughter-in-law?

Breaking up with Shirley with a soothing mood, I had it installed in my usual constant position, and Ramis and Hulumi also returned to their homes.

I'm glad to know the unexpected side of one thing today... Ah, in the end, I still have no idea what I like or anything. I don't find it helpful to be a child lover, and I was decorating the garden with flowers, but any more, giving flowers is going to get me in trouble.

I can't think of the perfect gift. I was hoping to figure that out for Golls.

"Hackon"

When I was thinking about it, at some point Golls stood in front of me.

It's almost dawn time, but I think I'm going home to work. My coat is dirty with demonic returning blood. Looks like his partner Carios headed to her one foot ahead.

"Welcome"

"Have you figured something out?"

It looked faceless, as usual, but it conveyed a slight nervousness.

You can spot even minor differences when you're dealing with it as a regular person.

"Ichigo"

I've been recording it all day today, so I decided to show it to the LCD panel for you to see.

I watched the suspicious wandering around Mr. Shirley's house and my eyebrow roots lean over, and my face, which is usually even tougher, is even more amazing.

"I'll be careful later"

If we leave this matter to Golls, it doesn't seem like a problem.

Her cheeks are shaking as she watches her defenseless figure. Is that desperately suppressing the likelihood of burning?

Golls, who also enjoyed playing with the child looking like he was in an orphanage, exhaled loudly as he looked up into the night sky.

"She's more amazing than I ever imagined."

"Hmm."

"It was a terrible idea to get along with her."

What, you're giving up? Though it seems possible if Golls is as serious as foolishness. I think they look pretty good on you.

I have to be prepared and try to dictate down Shirley, which is pretty difficult.

"I decide to protect her happiness from a distance. To the extent that it doesn't annoy me."

That's right, squealing. Soon after I said it back, Golls walked away.

If that's what we decided, shouldn't we pinch our mouths? I still have a little more emotion, but being a vending machine, I have nothing more to do.

I've been helping Shirley celebrate her opening for a week or so since then, but today will be her last day.

When I send out my last guest, Shirley, who usually says thank you to me and pulls back, doesn't try to move from next to me.

I was looking sideways to see if I wanted to ask for a refill of the product as well, but I am pointing my uncommonly focussed eyes at the night sky.

"Shiri"

"Oh, excuse me. I was thinking a little bit. Something's been a little strange lately. Could you please listen to me?"

"Hmm."

It's unusual for Shirley to talk to me like this. Is it a problem?

"My neighbors have been telling me that I often see suspicious people around my house for a long time. Often, the underwear I was drying was stolen, so I was on guard, but once I fell asleep, I was embarrassed to wake up."

I know. After all, that figure was in a vegan state.

Do underwear thieves even exist in different worlds? Well, shoe fetishes exist enough, yeah.

"You're out of line. That's a little strange, thank goodness, because my underwear stopped being stolen recently and I didn't see any suspicious people."

Uh, did Golls work hard for you? Looks like he's been looking around since then at the end of the night shift.

Um, should I teach you this? But Golls assured me he was going to watch out from the shadows, so he's going to take extra care of me. That's troubling.

"Oh, was it too late?"

Golls, who apparently rushed in after a bath at the end of the night shift, rushed over with the hot air rising from his body.

Hackon, is the store over?

"Zane."

Shirley on my side doesn't seem to be visible from that position, and Golls is completely unaware of it.

"I thought I'd have a drink and then go home. Hackon, can I get you anything to drink?"

"Oh, so can I have one, too? I haven't had much to drink today either."

"Shirley......"

"Thank you for your continued use, Mr. Golls"

I saw Shirley emerge from my shadow, and Golls' spine pinned out.

I took the alcohol out on both of them and tried to hand it to them with precautionary motivation but the distance between the Golls is far.

"Chikaku"

Moving closer to Gollus, who is outside the effective range of Mindfulness Power, and inviting him with booze, he walked over with his joints unbent.

You're too nervous, Golls.

They pinched me for a short time and took the form of two people leaning in.

"Good luck, Mr. Golls"

"Good day, Mr. Shirley."

The two of them toast a can of cocktails and gently mouth a pair of liquors.

We're just having an irresistible conversation, but we both look like we're having fun.

It's not like I can do this with less experience with two adult romantic situations, but I'll let you support me in the shadows.

"Mr. Hackon, too, would have liked to have been able to drink. If you do, I'll always be there for you."

"Hackon......"

Um, could you spare me the teasing, smiling glossy at this time? You're drunk!

I'm so scared of Golls' face staring at this one with envy.