If It’s for My Daughter, I’d Even Defeat a Demon Lord (WN)

"Hehe... Chloe, this is kinda fun"

"It would. This is so delicious... I can't make it that way."

"What? What?

"After all, the pink system seems better for Latina than the orange one"

"Hehe..."

"What? Hey, really, what's going on?

Chloe, spreading the tools to the eye with the Sylvia she brought with her, seemed like a lot of fun. It was the latest and most recommended cosmetic product purchased via the Temple of the Green God (Akdal).

Information gathered by the priests of the Green God (Akdar) includes sex and fashion. And half of the clerics are women. Since it is the temple of the green god (Akdar), which is deeply secular among each temple, it also gathers the latest fashion and other information.

Latina, wearing a new piece, was in the middle of her first makeup of her life.

Nevertheless, I can't ask you to look in the mirror, and the two of them have tried everything. Chloe and Sylvia had this incredible opportunity to dress up as beautiful girls as they please, like an extension of doll play.

They're both girls of their age. If you're dealing with a beautiful girl in line, you'll be jealous and profane.

But if that's the 'different dimension' position, then it's not the story, and it's ridiculous to envy it anymore. to a kind of giving up frontier. Besides, this childhood friend is a natural daughter. It's pompous, it's dangerous to leave it alone, and it's off somewhere and I can't hate it.

And most importantly, Chloe and Sylvia also know very well that Latina hasn't changed much since she was a young child, seeing one older than ourselves, all the way through.

I was trying so hard to stretch out, I wanted to support my childhood friends, naturally as a friend.

"Yikes."

"Yikes."

And, with tension that Chloe and Sylvia don't really understand, they align each other's hands with their pussies. Latina, left behind, looked anxiously at the two of them. I want an explanation.

Latina started working early, sometimes with a solid personality, and has financial leeway. For this reason, I was able to arrange my own cosmetic tools and so on. Yet I didn't because it was somewhat difficult to say that I was interested in such things in front of Dale, who was treating me like a 'child'.

I told Rita anyway. But Rita is busy working and parenting every day. I couldn't ask you to make time for yourself and go shopping with me. In that context, even if Latina was interested, she could not enter the cosmetics store.

After the first time, he did not know what to do or what to align.

I couldn't even tell Kenneth, my usual consultant, about the boulder. Even if they say so, maybe Kenneth will be confused.

When I told my friends about it, Sylvia took the lead in communication, and this is how I got it prepared today.

Sylvia also purchases knowledge of makeup methods, and Chloe is a much deeper genre than Latina.

The two of us looking at our 'work' satisfactorily seemed to really enjoy it.

"Oh, my God, she's a real beauty."

"Even if we don't have that much skill, it feels like this is the right way to take advantage of the ingredients."

"Look, Latina, laugh."

"Hey, really, tell me what happened..."

I take the mirror away from the two people who nibble at last. Peeping in there, Latina lost her words in surprise.

Eye makeup that makes long lashes and large gray eyes even more impressive. For that matter, the other parts are balanced so as not to be flashy or flashy overall. Cheeks that colour as well as they feel fine. The slightly open lips are also pale peachy red, pretending to be more lustrous than usual.

The face of an adorable girl who is not ready to grow up but is about to get out of a young child.

Chloe and Sylvia were able to work together.

"... or... my face is thick... eh"

However, the comment that came out of Latina some time later was his usual feminine, unfortunately spec.

Such, disappointing quality statements are also probably the influence of parents of parenthood.

"Ugh..., what an embarrassment..."

"Why are you so shy there?"

"Because it's Latina."

Wow, the three girls get on the table. The last time she left Chloe's house, Latina was looking down with a slightly troubled face.

'Face' unlike your usual self. Someone was going to point that out to me, and I had a strange sense of awkwardness. I don't know if my surroundings care, but I'm not used to falling.

My best friends, knowing such Latina's character, laughed brightly.

"Well, maybe one of you around me will 'see' me more than usual, hey."

"Huh!?

"Yes, yes. So from now on, if you care, I won't have it. Hey?

"After all, even though it's weird?

"Hehe..."

"Oh ho..."

"The way you laugh, what!?

Enjoying the reactions of the obnoxious Latina, the three of them headed to the city's central district, home to the temple of the Red God (Akdar).

Halt all over the city along the way.

The East Side crowd is also a sight of the result of the sale and sale of each store for a large number of tourists.

Even if we're not willing to buy it, we just point at each other's products and laugh at each other. Fun time passes.

Chloe stopped even though an accessory shop, which was usually inaccessible, displayed affordable products side-by-side in the store. We all indulge in the best things on the budget, saying it's not like that.

In another small store, Latina showed them to them with decorative strings (ribbons). A beautiful black decorative string (ribbon) in a woven area was recommended by the two of them to suit the usual outfit of sweetness, but to be more mature than usual.

There was a thriving bakery at the end of the road, with the three of them making a short stop. The store is also crowded, but the stalls set in front of the store are more crowded than that.

To a childhood friend busy working in that stall, the three smile.

"Marcel, you look busy."

"Latina, Chloe and Sylvia too. It's been a while since Sylvia's been here."

It's a more unchanged and quiet tone than it was at a young age, but he's working tight at hand.

They sell bread with ingredients for snacks to visitors to the festival. Even during the chatter, Marcel pinches the materials for the order.

Marcel, who is round-faced and slightly less tall, doesn't look somewhat 'horny'. I get the impression that the food he sells, wearing an apron and a mild look, looks kind of delicious.

He also knows the impression his appearance makes. That's why I work outside on days like this, not in stores. He is a promising son in the future.

"Are we all going to be sights of the festival?

"Yeah, it is."

"Marcel seems busy."

To Sylvia's words, Marcel grinned bitterly as she applied mustard to the bread.

"That's right. I'm always busy, but the one who works for me at the store this year is on leave from work. I don't have enough hands... Yes, thank you for waiting."

With plenty of slices of vegetables and meat sandwiched in the prized bread, which Marcel offered to his guests, it certainly looked very tasty.

It's time for my stomach to get hungry. For the festival production, stir up the desire to keep it fulfilled.

"I don't think I'll be able to go see it this year. Isn't Antony here?

"Antony?

"Yeah. Because Antony's father works at the Lordship Hall, and he's familiar with the festival progression. You should also be familiar with good places to see… yes. This is a service."

Chloe receives three pieces of bread offered by Marcel with a smile on his face, without being offended.

"Yes, sir."

"None."

"Marcel, are you okay?

"It's okay, it's okay. But eat near the store if you can. Can I get you a drink, too?

Latina was leaning her neck, but her young trail son's judgment seemed accurate, and by the time they finished eating bread at the store, she was queued in front of the stall.