I Shaved. Then I Brought a High School Girl Home.

"This is a punishment for me ..."

I was holding her pancake knife in her shivering hand and tears of tears around her eyes, and I heard her say somewhere else.

There is no play. I really loved it.

What shocked me the most was that she was the smartest and most intelligible of her seven lovers at the time.

I loved my seven lovers indifferently and everyone was happy. Everything was going well.

Her expression when she confessed that she had six other lovers was a weird thing that she couldn't tell how to express. After such a change of embarrassment, regret, sadness, and anger writhing one after another on the face, she said:

"So ... what do you do after this?"

I did not understand the intent of the question.

"Why ... I'm going to love everyone, but ..."

"What are you talking about? Isn't it stupid?"

When her anger became apparent, she realized she had failed. It was not yet time to trust her.

"It's insane to be a lover at the same time as 7 people! What are you going to do with marriage?"

"You don't have to get married. If you love it, it's okay."

"I wanted to marry you!"

She looked at me, shed tears, and grabbed the pancake knife on her desk.

Yes, that was a failure.

You shouldn't talk important when eating pancakes. I learned.

After that, when I seriously swung the knife down, I was scared. She would have been accused of injury if I had stabbed it.

I didn't want to be injured in the first place, so I eventually escaped.

After spending the night at an internet cafe for a few days, when she returned home, she didn't see her. In the past few days, other lovers contacted me many times, but I didn't feel like going to see him. If one fails, the other will fail. That was a relationship that was based on that balance.

I have moved. I thought I should try again.

I thought that if I hid from someone, it would be a place with a lot of people, so I moved my new home to Tokyo. I was sorry to my boss because my workplace was teaching my lover, but now I'm retired and now I'm living and working part-time in Tokyo.

With plenty of savings left when I was working, I would be able to live for another few years with just a bit of income. In the meantime, you can go on a job search slowly.

Rather, the pressing issue is this loneliness.

Before moving, I was able to meet my beloved woman almost every day. There was a sense of fulfillment in my life that I loved colorful flowers. But what about now?

I work part-time, go home alone, turn on the TV because I want to hear someone's voice, even though there is no program I want to watch, and sleep alone when I get tired.

There is no moisture at all. I have no confidence in getting used to this life.

While watching the TV dimly, I was suddenly convinced that I was carrying a delicious side dish bought at a supermarket.

In such a case, you should be able to pick up your runaway daughter.

I remember recalling that when I had just seven lovers, I happened to pick up a high school girl sitting by a convenience store in my neighborhood.

His face was good and his chest was big.

When I took him home, he forgave his body easily and remember he was in good shape. The body was soft and the inside was tight.

However, unlike the other lover, the high school girl did not seek me at all. It seemed a bit uncomfortable to pretend to be feeling and to look at my eyes and think about something completely different.

I stayed at home for a couple of days, but kicked me out when my lover told me to come home.

At that time, she was not embarrassed by the woman, so she was luxurious.

Now I can't help but miss the woman near me.

Whether you're asking for yourself or not, I didn't care. That's good if you take your time.

I want to have a woman who is soft and smells good.

I wanted to be relieved of the suffering of not being close to my loved one.

"OK"

I decided and put my chopsticks.

"Runaway daughter, look for?"

"Huh? @Runaway daughter?"

Blatantly frowning, Asami-chan said.

"Yes, my runaway girl. Haven't you seen around here?"

"Hey. I mean, I'm going to find it and do something."

"No, I want to take it home"

"It's a crime to the two, but ...

Asami-chan shook her head, exposing her disgust.

She is a high school girl who works at the same convenience store. She looks like a gal with blond hair and pale skin, but she has a very tight guard, contrary to her impression. I tried to invite him several times, but every time he was refused.

"Isn't that great because you're offering accommodation?"

"You can see the whole heart"

"I think men and women are under the same roof, and that can happen even if you don't plan."

"Seriously Kimo"

She seemed to think it was a joke, and Asami-chan completely carried out my words. However, looking at the reaction, it seemed really unfamiliar. She is easy to see in her eyes. Asking only questions is useful because most of the things she knows are obvious.

"I see ... Is there no runaway daughter?"

When she shows her disappointment, Asami-chan snaps her nose.

"Are you so hungry for girls?"

"I had seven lovers. I lost them all at once.

"Seven people! @She changes every day, it's funny fucking."

It's true.

Asami-chan, who does not believe at all, took out the fried stick from the fryer with a grin and a grin.

"The newly entered child is also a JK, but if you pick up a nampa, you can not be free."

Listening to Asami-chan saying that, I tilt my head.

"A new child?"

"Well, why aren't you listening?"

Asami-chan came to me with only her gaze while holding a fried stick in a hot food case.

"I have a child recently entered. It's Sayu Chaso, Sayu Chaso."

"Oh ... Speaking of which, don't feel like those names are on the roster. Are you a high school girl?"

"That's right, but it's so cute."

"Is it so cute? I'm looking forward to it."

As I say, Asami-chan raises her eyebrows, despite the fact that she says herself.

"Because if you go out, you'll be stuck"

"Are you good friends?"

"I'm good friends. I'm a soul mate."

Asami-chan will soon get along with anyone. I remembered that my old lady, who wasn't good at it, was at home.

"Fan"

While I was living back, I came to think of a child called "Sayuu" that I had never met.

Is it also a gal to be good friends with Asami? Or is he a faint child? A weak child is better. You may get it by pushing.

After hearing that story from Asami-chan, I continued to work with a vague delusion.

After the shift was over, looking at the shift chart on the wall while changing clothes from the convenience store uniform, the next day, the child, "Sayu Ogiwara," was wearing a shift.

From now on, I am looking forward to seeing my face.