I’ve Became Able to Do Anything with My Growth Cheat, but I Can’t Seem to Get out of Being Jobless

One night, when Hal and I were in the room together.

"Hal, I have a favor to ask... it's very important."

When I say that, Hal listens with his ears twitching.

"Yes, what is it?" Mistress. "

"Under your skirt..."

Is this it?

Hal says that and wears his own skirt.

There, there's a familiar bloomer.

In this world, bloomers are usually sold in clothing stores everywhere, and even if they are easy to move, they are not so embarrassed, so they have established a position like showing bread.

Wonderful... it's a wonderful thing.

Actually, I'm a Spat.

I confessed to the shock.

Yeah, I like spats better than bloomers.

How much do you like it? Looking at the spat that was slightly visible from Milky's skirt (see the four-volume portrait picture), I was a little excited even though I understood his perversion.

Bloomers and spats.

This is a controversial spark that divides preferences like mushrooms and barbs.

In the first place, when I was a student, bloomers were already on the Red List -- a list of dreams of men at risk of extinction, which may have been established by the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology -- from this world, and I had never actually seen it.

On the contrary, Spatz was usually worn by girls at school.

That's why my youth was with Spatz.

But I'm not just a Sputnik, I'm familiar with everything.

It's no exaggeration to say that bloomers and spats are completely different things.

People who like bloomers like visible things. You can see the shape that looks like pants, and the thighs that you don't usually see when you're wearing a skirt.

On the contrary, people who like spats like invisible things.

I'll explain what I mean later.

“What is a spat?”

"Here it is."

That's what I said, and I showed you the black spatz (made of polyester).

I see, is this a spat - is it different from a shorts?

"It's a little different from shorts. Would you like to try it on? I want you to see which one is easier to move. Ah, I don't mind drilling a hole so my tail can come out."

That's what I said, hand over the scissors I had prepared, and turn around.

No matter how much you say you're a wife, it would be bad manners for a gentleman to stare at you when you get dressed, even if you can take it off later.

Master, isn't the size a little small?

"It's all right, it's all right."

Is that so? Nh... Ah, I'm in. Master, please. "

Looking back, or not, I was moved.

First of all, it's worth noting that Hal hasn't rolled up his skirt at the moment.

In spite of that, there was a little spatz on the edge of her skirt.

Of course, it wasn't me who was as horny as the edge of the spat. However, the fact that you can see the edge gives you a real sense that there is a spat on the inside of the skirt.

Can you roll it up a little bit?

Yes...

That said, when Hal rolled up his skirt - I was suddenly on the verge of being knocked out.

Yes, I can see the lines of my underwear.

Now you know what I just said.

Enjoy the invisible.

The tighter the spats, the clearer the lines of the body and the lines of the underwear.

Hal said earlier that it was a little small, but this could be called a just size.

The only downside is that if you look at these tights, you're going to want to break them.

Well, I'm not a beast, and I'm not that kind of character. More than anything, whoever breaks the spats will have no respect for the spats.

Um, Master, if you like spats so much, how about you guys?

What? Guys?

Suddenly I felt a sign, and when I looked back, there was an incredible sight.

Ichino-sama.

Nan-san

"I'm in your room."

Caro, Mari and Miri all rolled up their skirts and showed the spats they were wearing.

What, this situation!?

"What do you think, Ichino-sama?" Caro's spatz. Don't you remember when you were in elementary school? "

"Um, sure enough, with Caro's stature, Spatz... I mean, how did Caro know about elementary school?"

"Nan-san, I'm embarrassed... er, I'm a long-type jogger... would you be happy with this?"

"No, it's not like I'm happy or unhappy... I'm happy, but... eh?" You've returned to Earth, haven't you? "

"I'm already in your room. I don't care about such details. I see, on the other hand, I like spats. It makes sense to put it in a hidden folder on your computer."

"P-why did you do that?!" I mean, what is this situation! "

Surrounded by four Spatz girls, this is Momoyuan Town--hmm?

The chills ran.

Suddenly, thinking that the wall of the room had disappeared, Margaret was running from a distance in a split spat.

"Ichikuuuu!" My spat figure, to you, ah, ahh, ahhhhh! "



Gahhhh!

I got out of bed.

I was sweating all over my body, so I purified it with Clean.

"... Master, what's the matter, Death?"

Sheena No. 3, who was sitting next to the bed, asked.

"No, it's nothing." I had a strange dream. "

"Dream Death. I want you to be considerate of the neighborhood."

Sheena No. 3 was angry.

"I'm sorry... what the hell are you doing?"

"I wanted to find out whether the master was a Spatz or a Bloomer, so I asked," Do you like Spatz or Bloomer in your ears? "Death, who had been sending sound waves, was in trouble because she didn't have to sleep much. Now, Master, I'll keep going, so go to bed early."

Is it because of him that I had this strange dream?

and I kicked Sheena III out of the room.

And then she goes into the bed again and mutters.

"...... Next time, I'll ask Hal and Carlo to put on some spats."