Jui-san no Oshigoto in Isekai

Having trouble with handcuffs.

It is a rest posture or a change of clothes.

First, in the former, the muscles in the shoulders and arms become stiff because the hands are aligned all the way forward, or if you rest weighed on the handcuffs, the ends eat in the wrists and forearms and tingle and ache.

The latter goes without saying. I couldn't get through my arms, so I couldn't do it unless it was the type that wraps around my body like a shoulder-opening dress or swimsuit that stops my chest and hips with a belt, etc.

Especially since Liz doesn't have to worry about not being able to change for about a day or two, there was nothing wrong with that.

If I may say so, the most troubling thing about her came a few hours after the handcuffs were put on.

"Er, eat...?

Time is just midday.

Of course the cooking was done by the wind, but in front of the dish served, Liz compared it to the dish and his face.

I know what you're going to say. He cooked too and noticed the problem after she sat at the table.

but I still don't see a good solution, so I'm telling you with my gaze that you could give it a try for now.

They remained silent with each other, but she nodded after pinching plenty. They'll get through the area even if there's no word.

"I'll have..."

Liz is not thick enough to complain about the food served. When I took the spoon quietly, I tried to simmer the well simmered soup.

But with the handcuffs on, I can't hold them backwards, I can't hold them in my quasi-hands.

It's hard to carry the tip of a spoon to your mouth even if you manage to shudder. I know this well if I put it into practice.

She almost hurt her neck and wrist, and even gave up where the contents were zero on her chest.

Even for other baked goods, I don't feel like I ate them at all because they are too hard to carry to my mouth with a fork.

The only decent thing I can do is take a cup, but they also didn't like this because they seem to force me to drink it elegantly with both hands.

Liz chops one or two and adds wrinkles between her eyebrows and complains.

"Hey, Singo. This wasn't on purpose, was it?

"No, I still thought about this. Rice and noodles will be tough... I thought I could eat soup ingredients and baked goods with forks and spoons."

"Or is that it? I wonder if you would use your mouth to tell me to eat.... I see, is that how it's meant to be identified? I might have had to crawl and eat it if it was on my feet."

For example, why don't you put the pillars of the house through your crotch and shackle it?

I won't be able to stand, and if they put a feeding dish in the distance, I'll have to crawl and eat like a potato worm. It should be more humiliating than holding hands.

Maybe it was something that I would use and teach that way.

However, if you eat with your mouth, isn't it tough if you think about it carefully?

All the dishes prepared by Kazumi in the first place are freshly cooked and have hot air. The scent aroused my appetite, and as for Liz, I didn't have the hairy intention of complaining.

However, it is a heat that can burn when it is directly in the mouth. I tried her on the tip of her tongue, and even if I could pull her in in in a hurry, it hurt so much that I felt a tingle. Even hotter surfaces would emerge if the pile of ingredients served were broken.

There's no way I wouldn't have helped you if I'd seen you like that. The wind gaze rises before Liz patiently starts eating dogs.

"Yes, yes, I got it. Then you can eat it if you carry it to your mouth."

"Yeah, that would be nice. Then at last, I don't like hot, so it would be helpful to have it properly chilled and then thrown in."

"... you should have prepared some rice noodles for him. Wipes and konnyaku."

I was a little frustrated with her for subtly increasing the hassle of following things, but I guess it was deliberate. He was laughing with his nose.

Your dog seems satisfied and most importantly. Now I'd love to treat you to the same situation.

"Phew. Mmm, the meat is delicious. The vegetables are also very flavourful."

She enjoyed every bite of the soup by chewing it neatly as she carefully fed it.

I don't usually have trouble with cheap liquor and even something I can eat. If I were to say so, it would be good if it was dried meat, but today it was enough to speak out of her throat.

And every once in a while, if not on your face, your eyes glance at the wind.

It's like her, whose troubled face is the taste of honey. "I'd love to eat it too..." I guess I'm looking forward to saying "it's decided no" the moment I speak up.

"Singo, I want the meat there next"

Around the corner she just puts in her next order, she's around. I am not willing to give it to you while you return to your seat.

From her usual bareback, it would be ahead of time for her to be able to eat the wind gaze even if she kept it to her liking.

Do wind sights just get pranked like this is good...?

No, that's not true.

He also took the fork in his hand with the intention of paying back if you were willing to come.

"You're a real meat lover. Eat some vegetables, too, huh?

"I'll eat what's served without leaving it. That's polite. But if it's too cold, you eat it early because it tastes bad."

Fragrant baked garlic. The meat, whose flavour is often tangled, is simply salted and soy sauce hung for the final fragrance and accent.

The scent of scorched soy sauce and garlic was enough to stain the saliva with both wind and liz, and the moment I took it, the psychological battle had already begun.

She deliberately smelled the scent and pretended to rejoice, but she couldn't wait any longer because her salivary glands were irritated. I came to eat with my mouth open.

It fits nicely during surgery.

Disrupting concentration with the fragrance of meat is also part of the wind vision operation.

Open your mouth and wait. Give it to her casually - the wind will pull the meat back on the verge of closing your mouth.

I heard my teeth squeal.

"Mmm..."

As soon as, hostility rises in her eyes wondering if she has really got her hands on it.

She strips her fangs further and comes after the fork in an attempt to devour the flesh that escaped her, but flickers again.

At the second time, she returned to a state of alert.

"... Hey, Singo. Why run away..."

"No, somehow in normal retribution. I thought you looked cute in front of me."

"It's a bad taste to hang the bait in front of you..."

Even if you open your mouth to me, all this on the boulder is better than the wind sight reaction. I guess you're able to grasp the war situation that you can't win in a situation like this.

Liz was biting her teeth with remorse, but she didn't have the strength of the usual if her appetite was losing to the scent in front of her.

Dropping her ears like a little rotten, she offers meat in front of his mouth as she gently snatches the fork from the wind gaze hands.

"If you're just unhappy with me eating, you can say it. Look, alternating wouldn't complain about anything."

"Huh? Uh..."

It's hard to get it to your own mouth, but if you're going to get it to someone else's, you don't have a hard time.

He was bewildered by the sudden counterattack.

I also thought if you came to retaliate for the same thing, but I don't feel that atmosphere to see her moist ears and tails.

Her ears and tails are exactly what makes her nervous when she's aiming to fight back. I don't know how I can get out to fight back now because the wind is dominant.

Besides, the meat offered is likely to drip sauce even now.

The spiritual excuse was sufficient. Windmill picked up the meat with his mouth - it looked like a shoulder watermark but he ate it normally.

First of all, the aromatic aroma that spreads across the mouth and the sauce of soy sauce match perfectly with the meat. He nodded while enjoying the flavor that it was well seasoned, including the gravy that overflowed the more he chewed.

"Yeah, it's delicious"

"Because Singo made it for me. Look, I'm next."

Flipping the blade tip of the knuckle fork, she lets the wind watch hand hold it.

"It's meat, meat. And then the soup."

"I'm going to lose my share..."

"I don't know that far. The sooner the better, the better."

Liz slapped her desk with her fingernails to urge her quickly.

Well, this much is cute selfishness. For Christ's sake, the exhaled wind opened its mouth and waited. I also carried my own meat to her.