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

Day 16 of the Moon of Light. I was visiting Mr. Lilywood's castle in the demonic world.

I also felt sorry for the busy place but wanted to suggest one thing so I sent Hummingbird in advance before visiting.

In the great hall of his castle, guided by Mr. Lilywood's men, waiting alone for Potun, the door opened a little and Mr. Lilywood came.

'Sorry to keep you waiting'

"Oh, no, over here... that?

I moved my face toward those who heard voices and saw what Mr. Lilliwood looked like... I could understand that Mr. Lilliwood was weary of doom and tea.

For some reason, I don't even need to think about it... because 'it's dead', my hair... no, my leaves...

Mr. Lilywood's hair, usually with deep green leaves making multiple folds, was now 'brown'.

No, well, brown hair looks good with brown hair... but even if you skip that, it's a sloppy look.

"... uh, Mr. Lilywood... are you okay? Well, uh, it's dead, isn't it?

"Yeah, yeah, I don't like it... I change the color of the leaves like they're dead when I'm extremely tired. If you lose your fatigue, it goes back to normal...... '

"Oh, you're tired"

'... Yes. I'm tired.'

Usually he's going to say, "No, that's not happening," but he can no longer afford to fix it.

Somehow, I saw Mr. Lilywood, who seemed harder than I imagined, and the content I was going to talk about doesn't come out of my mouth inside.

Then Mr. Lilywood called out to me to give him a help ship.

'... it said to Hummingbird there was something I wanted to talk to you about, what's wrong?

"Oh, yes... uh, I didn't need to see you in person... I have one suggestion"

"Suggestion, is it?

Yes, actually, even Hummingbird has enough content, but I was just wondering how Mr. Lilywood was doing, so I decided to meet him in person.

But seeing Mr. Lilywood, who is more tired than I imagined, makes me very sorry about that. I knew I should have done it with Hummingbird...... no, I'm already here and I'll tell you what I need to do early.

"Uh... for example, right? I invited Mr. Isis on a date... right. If Mr. Lilywood went free for a day or so, would that help?

……

"Ah!? No, I'm not trying to fool Mr. Isis! I really want to go on a date... just don't let it be inconvenient the other way around, so check it out..."

"... Mr. Kite"

"Oh, no, of course not... it's just a suggestion"

What I came up with when I heard from Alice about Mr. Lillywood's current situation was a proposal to spend the day with Mr. Isis to reduce Mr. Lillywood's burden.

Well, not 100% goodwill because of my desire to date Mr. Isis...

I am happy to have a date with Isis, and Lilywood is happy to be able to concentrate on the work, plus Isis would be happy if Isis enjoyed it, a measure aimed at three birds without one stone.

But when he heard my suggestion, Mr. Lilywood leaned down and began to shudder with a pull.

I was a little rushed to tell him it was just a suggestion that maybe it was an extra favor... Mr. Lilywood's hands turned to the back of my head and he hugged me as much as he wanted.

'Oh, thank you! Wow, you are the only one on my side!!

"Huh!? Ri, Mr. Lilywood, wait..."

My face is really buried in my chest right now, not the metaphor of a face burying in my chest.

Mr. Lilywood's very busty bust pinches my face, reshaping and blocking the gap between my nose and mouth.

Soft elasticity like marshmallows, warm body temperatures… the tragedy of not being able to breathe has struck me before I feel lucky about it.

'Ugh, but it was really full already... Isis can't even be said to be too strong to get in the way because it only conveys so much what he's trying to do... and the other six kings threw all the Isis stuff round at me... I didn't think I had any sides anymore!!

"Ma, ma... wax... go..."

I'm desperately trying to get away from that huge chest... but Megid said I'm "below slime" and there's no way I'm going to let Mr. Lilywood rip his embrace off.

Chest before, chest to the right, chest to the left...... the whole face has been compressed to the chest and has been cramped in a double sense.

But my voice like that doesn't reach Mr. Lilywood, who is so impressed... instead of loosening his hand, Mr. Lilywood embraces me harder.

'If you have a day without Isis, you can finish most of the work. Ugh! Thank you so, so much!

"... um... rather... drowning..."

"... oh? Mr. Kite? '

……

'Huh? Oh, and I'm sorry! Hang in there, Mr. Kite! Mr. Kite!!

Soft and warm, full of breath of life... sea of breasts... the only thing waiting for me to be swallowed is the pathetic ending of drowning in my chest and fainting.

Listening slightly to Mr. Lilywood calling on me in a hurry... I let go of consciousness.

'... I am so sorry'

"Yes, no, it's okay"

Today, on this day, a new page was carved into the black history of my heart (Black History).

Compressed to breathe on his chest and passed out...... Big tits are weapons. No, really......

'... and it really helps. What a thank you...'

"I don't know how to thank you... I just want to date my loved one"

"… Isis, you're a little jealous"

"... Huh?

'No, it's nothing. Mr. Kite, may I ask you a favor?

"Huh? Yeah, go ahead?

I nod as I tilt my neck to Mr. Lilywood, who comes to me with a gentle smile and says I need a favor.

What is it? I know it's not a weird favor because I'm talking about Mr. Lilywood...

'Six Kings Festival... If you don't mind, could you come around with me on the day of the festival I host?

"... to? Oh, uh, yes. I don't mind that..."

'Thank you. So, thank you even then...'

"Yes, no, so thank you or something..."

'No, then I'm not in my mood. You may feel sorry for me, but let me give you a little thanks for the accumulation.'

"... is, uh, well, if that's okay with Mr. Lilywood..."

'Yes. Well, you're looking forward to it'

Alice told me that Mr. Lilywood seemed to say that if I accepted, it wouldn't be a rush to go around with him, and that he took this opportunity to confirm it like a disciplined girlfriend?

Uh-huh. Well, I think I'm going to enjoy going around with Mr. Lilywood, too, and I admitted it in two replies.

Thus it was decided to go around with Mr. Lillywood in addition to the plans already made regardless of my will with regard to the Six Kings Festival.

Dear Mother, Father - I didn't expect you to pass out in life because of your chest. No, what is it? I feel pretty embarrassed when I think of it. Really, in many ways - boobs are weapons.