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

"... So the countries that come out of this story are model cities in the demonic world,"

"... yeah... a bigger city in the east... because there are so many materials that glow with magic... a city without nights... is called"

Day 8 of the Saturday month. Ha-ha-ha. Isis and I became lovers. I was just visiting Isis' castle and reading a book together.

After all, the relationship has developed from friend to lover, and thanks to the fact that I can afford to feel it, I can come and visit Mr. Isis more easily than before.

If it feels like this, there will be less sudden surprises and nervousness, and I will be able to deal with it calmly... that I am also beginning to turn into an adult man of color...

"... ka-it"

"Uh-huh!?

"... so, are you okay?

"Ha, yes! It's okay."

… let's withdraw the foreword. The sweet voice whispered in my ear gave me blood on my head in one shot... I'm not going to get enough room for adults.

Mr. Isis has become a lover, and he is becoming more aggressive in his skinship... In other words, he has more opportunities to stick together, or he comes into contact with me close to defenseless, so I get nervous when I do.

Or even now... uh, I don't know what to say... it's a very nervous posture that the two of us are twirling into one blanket.

"... kite... isn't it cold?

"Yes. It's rather warm...... what about Mr. Isis?

"... because kite will be by my side... not just my body... but my heart... warm"

The starting point is that Isis cared about me as a human being and prepared a blanket.

With Mr. Shiro's blessing, I didn't feel the freezing cold even in an ice castle, which was about a little cooler at best... I received a blanket, not to make the corner unscented... but it was good until... Isis snuggled up perfectly on me and wrapped it around the same blanket, as is normal.

There is also the warmth of Isis's body and the warmth of the blanket itself, the situation where Isis's face is right next to it and his occasional exhalation is on his ear...... I don't even know which is causing his face to get hot anymore.

However, there is, of course, embarrassment... but I also feel happier than that.

I don't know what to say, it's hard to say it with clarity, but I don't feel like we're doing anything special, like our minds are deeply in tune, just overflowing with happiness together.

Mr. Isis' castle was only allowed one night this time.

As a healthy boy, of course, I imagined something like that... I don't know what to say, I can taste Mr. Isis' body without extra... but I desperately pushed it in.

No, to be honest... I guess Isis would be happy to accept me even if it did... I don't know what to say, it's a whisper look of mine or something like that.

I'm not going to say that a clean and right relationship is the supreme thing to do, but I still felt it was too soon for that to happen in a few days after I started dating.

Life expectancy does not exist for Isis, and she already lives tens of thousands of years... so did Crowe, but their affection can be described as tremendously pure and upright.

You wholeheartedly affirm me and make me happy to spend time with you... so I guess it's a stance that I can respond to that aspect if I want, and the timing can be up to me.

... so to be honest, it's very hard to get a hold of. It's such a pure affection that I have no idea when it's going to happen to me as a virgin.

I don't like it when it seems too early and that's what it's all about, and I'm sure it's unbearable to be in a prolonged life-killing state... it's annoying.

And for now, is it like waiting for the timing... maybe if you get an atmosphere like that, I should be able to act naturally too... I think I can... I hope I can...

"... kite... yes"

"Thank you"

"... delicious?

"Yes, it's better than before."

Shake off the thought that was slightly stuffy and eat the dish gently served with your hands.

As exemplified by the example, Mr. Isis is feeding me the dish this time, and I am happy even though I feel ashamed.

Moreover, the flavour of the dishes is obviously more sophisticated than before, and I am so glad that it seems that Isis, who basically doesn't need a meal, tried his best to practice it.

"... I'm glad that Kite... will be happy... most..."

"... Mr. Isis"

"... Kite's Favorite Food... Favorite Things... More... Tell Me"

"Yes."

The affection of Mr. Isis, who is gentle and exhaustive, was not the same as pulling me like a crock.

Somehow, I really felt like I was happy...

There's confusion about the existence of an unfamiliar lover, but still feeling these happinesses... if you learn slowly...

"... kite... bath... stay with me?

"Buh!?

But the reality was ruthless, and it didn't wait for me, etc.

Are you in the bath? With Mr. Isis? Even the last time I was full, I was about to run out of reason... in the current situation where I became a lover? Hey, I'm not sure I can stand that...

But if I say no here, I'll make Mr. Isis look sad. By the time I've become a lover with Isis already...... the option of turning down this invitation has disappeared when I like Isis.

"I'm with you!!

"Hey!?

"... ChromeEina... Welcome"

Flip a black coat, neglectfully appearing cr...... YES, WHEN!?

I repeat it again because it is important, but the reality is ruthless.

Mr. Isis alone doesn't have as much confidence as a bearable grain of rice...... yet Clo is added here? What do you mean, die?

"Isis, good evening...... yes this, souvenirs"

"... thanks... and Kromeeina... bathe with you... are you there?

"Yeah. I want to, can't I?

"... yeah... chrome eina is with me... glad... the three of us... yes"

Leaving me in confusion, Crowe and Mr. Isis exchange words with a bright look.

"Hey, Isis. I'll wash your kite with you."

"... yeah... together... kite's tired... heal"

They both look so happy!? Can't you say no to this or something anymore?

Hard work in life is more than living... rather my troubles can be described as luxury.

I even think it would be easier to reopen it and get my hands on it... no. Not only for me, but for Mr. Crowe and Mr. Isis, there's no way they're going to flush it out.

My body trembles... is it a martial arts guy? The door that leads to the bathroom in front of Mr. Clos and Isis, which I enjoy talking about, looks slightly heavier... well, superior. Let's get over it and show it to you...

Dear Sir, Mother, Father - a mixed bath occurred that would have come to visit Mr. Isis's house again and also push reason to its extremes. Let's try, let's try. Me, after this stay - Alice, I'm inviting you to the BBQ...