I Was Caught up in a Hero Summoning, but That World Is at Peace

Isis's castle, which I had promised to visit before, is where I was currently encountering a situation of unprecedented crisis.

At the end of my gaze, Mr. Isis, who exposed his white skin like snow, was approaching me floating fluffy and louder enough to hear the sound of his heart.

Mr. Isis doesn't have a towel wrapped around him, he has a towel in front of his body to the extent that he's sorry, and only the important part feels like he's hiding critically.

"Ah, aye, Mr. Isis!?

"... yeah?... What's wrong?

"Hey, what are you doing!?

"... what... kite and... together... bath... get in"

Ahhh!? Don't tilt your neck!? Because the towel moves! Because I can see!?

How long have I been watching you say that? Me! Just take your gaze off!?

I manage to take my gaze off Mr. Isis while desperately telling his own body.

And with his back to Mr. Isis, he rushes on with his words.

"Oh, I'm out!

"... no"

"To? Become!?

"... I need to get in properly... I'm tired... I can't take it"

Is that it? That's crazy...... now Mr. Isis has been paying attention with his hands gently on his shoulders from behind me.

I don't feel like I'm putting any effort into it at all...... but I don't even move with my body pic!? I can't even imagine it from the looks of it, but I figured you were tough to destroy, too?

Either way, you can't get away with this.

I just have to decide to be ready...... heartbreak, hold my heart strong...... calm... calm...

I can hear Mr. Isis entering the hot tub with me upset but trying to calm down on my ass.

"... Huh... Huh..."

Can you keep your colorful voice down!? My spirit is about to burn out in another second!?

"... feels good"

"Right..."

Awww, what do we do!? Coming next door as usual, my voice is something colorful, and I have a gaze at trying not to look...

Skin whitening!? Shoulder!? And, and besides... that it's a ponytail!?

Apparently your hair is wrapped up in a hot tub so that it doesn't soak up, Isis has ponytail hair, usually you can see a noose hidden in long hair and not visible, and your skin, which is fine and slightly juicy, is as beautiful as a work of art.

Being silent like this was going to make me really crazy, so I manage to whine about the topic.

"Oh, hey, Mr. Isis... is that, uh... isn't that embarrassing?

What are you asking me!? No, he seems completely upset, and I think he's trying to steer us in a worse direction.

Mr. Isis listens to me, dyes his cheeks slightly and opens his mouth with a slight leaning.

"... I don't like being seen by other people... but if it's kite... fine"

Ko, he's coming to kill... he's totally coming to wipe out my reason!?

It's too cute, it's too close... I'm already, it's force majeure to see a little bit...

No, no, no!? Don't be ridiculous... I don't care how much they favor me here, but I don't care how much you feel. I suck at seeing it!

Relax, I'm fine... I won't lower my gaze. I inadvertently don't move my body. I don't have weird delusions...... OK, I'm fine!

"... kite"

"What!?

"... yeah?

"Oh, oh, aye, aye, Mr. Isis!? And, and, hands!?

But as if to mock my resolve like that, my hand was drawn in the hot tub, and Mr. Isis held my hand softly.

A feeling as soft as heaven hitting two arms and... a slightly stiff part of it that protrudes slightly... here, here, you know, I mean...

"... Today... I'm so glad Kate is here..."

……

The words Mr. Isis is speaking do not come to mind at all.

My reason is already on the verge of collapse, with the scent of flowers drifting from Mr. Isis and the concentration of all nerves on the soft cheeks placed on my shoulders.

The head bogged like it could have been lifted, and the hands of those not grabbed by Mr. Isis began to move unconsciously...

"... come... I was wondering if you could..."

"... Huh?

The lonely voice told stops the hand that was about to move.

"... Kate... said she wasn't like that... I believed... but... I was really... anxious"

"... Mr. Isis"

"... so... so glad you're really here... when you're with kite... warm"

……

Mr. Isis leaning on me happily...... I feel anxiety about loneliness in that heart, and I keep my thighs in mind with the hands of those who have not been grabbed by Mr. Isis.

Mr. Isis' favor is a very pure and beautiful object. I want to touch others, I want warmth...

It's not like Chris has plans and acts colorful, he just comes close to wanting to be purely beside me. I think that's why I'm so thrilled.

Then there's no good dishonestly tarnishing such pure feelings... I don't want to do anything to betray Isis' feelings.

So let's just hold on desperately now...... good luck, me!

"... so, um... why are you in this situation?

"... back... wash... wash"

"... Ha, no"

How did this happen?

How far does God feel if he gives me a test... I just think he's seriously coming to kill my reason.

(Nothing. I didn't do anything, though?

Shut up, you distraction. Natural goddess.

When I cut back on the natural goddess who responded to the voice of my heart as normal, it just at that time touches my back like a sponge.

Sponge The object does not exist in this world, but it seems to have similar materials, and when bathing, it is used to wash the body.

What was your name again? Me and Nan, Teakwood usually call me Sponge, so I forgot my official name.

Whatever that sponge is, Mr. Isis politely rubs my back.

The hand is gentle, sometimes Mr. Isis' long hair slightly touches his skin, and every time it thrills him...... thanks to a change of heart, he feels calmer and calmer than before...

"... ah... sorry... dropped it"

The sponge rolled in front of me polo and Mr. Isis reached out behind me and tried to pick it up...... snuggled up on my back.

The touch sensation of the skin, slightly lower body temperature, is comfortable for the lit body and heat builds up in the body all at once.

Besides, Mr. Isis seems to have had a bit of a struggle picking up the sponge, with his body moving over and over and his chest touching his back going up and down.

Is this heaven or hell again... I am no longer on the verge of overheating.

"... I could pick it up... even before... wash it?

"So it's ok!?

It tasted bad before, very bad...... now I hide it well with a towel, but I'm a healthy man too.

No matter how desperately you connect reason with a beautiful girl like Isis, part of your body reacts naturally.

Shaking his neck sideways with all his might to Mr. Isis' words, Mr. Isis tilted his neck slightly, but kept his back running with hot water.

Hey, okay, I managed to get through this... good luck. I worked super hard.

"... then... take turns"

"... what?

"... wash... now it's kite's turn..."

……

... Speaking of which, I think he said he washed it first.

Huh? Lies? You want me to wash Mr. Isis' back? Even now it's full?

So, but maybe if I say no here... you'll make me look so sad, and Ko, I can't say no!?

Not realizing how confused I feel, Mr. Isis sits in a swap with me as usual.

You know what, Mr. Isis!? Hide it before!? Because I see something small and pink!?

"... kite?

"STOWAP! Please don't turn around!! I'll wash it properly!!

"... yeah"

... take it, my reason... don't give me nosebleeds or anything...

Ahhh!? My skin is soft, it's slippery, it's so beautiful... this is a really awesome struggle... heartless. Wash it with no heart.

"... ugh... ugh..."

So please don't give me a colourful voice!? Because it really sucks!!

Dear Sir, Mother, Father - No way, I was supposed to take a bath with Isis on a roll-out. Mr. Isis' guard is loose, really, already, instead of healing tiredness - my head is going to be short!?