Kuishinbo Elf

When Merche returns to her home, she tells her father and mother about Forte's capacity. The couple, who had treated Forte like their own children, were strongly shocked.

"Father, Mother. I want you to listen."

Merche speaks, love and readiness for Forte. The parents, who took my daughter's readiness, were troubled.

I wonder if living, giving birth to, and raising the sons of the dying will lead to happiness. I wondered if the child born that way could live happily ever after.

This is, undoubtedly, Merche's ego. Love for Forte wins, I don't think about my children. But I couldn't say it strongly. Because it is also children who are born after love.

My parents also speculated that the thoughtful Forte would have thought that far and declared that I could not marry Merche. That was the right guess, and that's exactly what it was.

"Merche, listen carefully."

My father told my daughter about the child born after that love. How Forte gave up Merche.

Still, Merche put me through. I told my parents with a strong will that nothing had begun yet and that everything was too late after it was over.

"Right..."

My parents had to break for this too. I was shown a strong readiness to regret some of the youths I had only seen before.

Merche's chosen path will never be easy. But there is no word to be hung by those who have taken a flat path to those who decide to come.

I told him what he needed to talk about. There are no more words to teach. Then they realize that it is up to the parents to push their backs.

"Okay, then do as you please."

"Father, Mother..."

"Just promise me one thing. Never, ever regret it. Don't apologize to us."

"... yeah, thanks"

Merche immediately began to show herself. Correct, to prepare for the showdown. Leaving behind a son with Forte by all means. Whatever.

Then about three days went by. Forte was surprised that Merche, who popped up, came to see him as usual the next day, but when he tried to apologize for it, she pushed his finger against his mouth and shook his neck sideways.

"Delicious?"

"Oh, it's delicious."

"Oh, good."

Quiet and full time passes. Forte struck his tongue at Merche's homemade dishes. Never, not surprisingly tasty. It's a Merche handicraft he has spoken of many times.

The difference is historical compared to Ertina. But Forte sincerely thinks it's the Merche dishes that make you feel safe to eat.

"Welcome"

"It was probably a snail"

Two people leaning in after dinner. Forte has recovered 80% of his health. He himself moves his body gently on the bed to see if there are any problems.

……

……

There were no words to exchange, it was just enough for us to be beside each other. Usually.

Merche, who admitted on this day that Forte's health was recovering, finally consolidated his determination to take a step forward. The relationship between the two of us, moving on from childhood training.

"Hey, Forte"

"What is it, Merche?"

"... love it"

"Mel...!?"

It was unintentional. Before Forte finds out, Merche lays his own lips on his lips. Then he pushed down Forte, who was on the bed, and held him as he was.

Bold behavior, but what it is. Her body is trembling in the back. Forte, who understands her behavior like that, reaffirms his stupidity. He said he was the one who drove the Merche this far.

So, what do I do? With only five more years left, what can I do to her? I didn't even have to think about it. Instinct wants it. Then let's move on to action.

On this day Forte came to the ritual of love with Merche. From childhood, to lovers. From boys and girls to relationships between men and women.

The light of day plunged through the gaps in the curtains, prompting the awakening of the Merche. Currently she doesn't wrap her clothes all around her. Still, I don't feel the cold, because there was a Forte presence embracing her to envelop her.

"Forte......"

I'm intoxicated by the joy of staring up at my beloved's sleeping face. At the same time, I felt hopeless that there was only five more years of respite.

But there is no regret. Mutual feelings, readiness confirmed each other in yesterday's sales. All they have to do is walk hand in hand until the day they would visit.

"I love you, Forte"

Merche gently mouthed her lover's cheek and threw herself into a slight sleep again.

"Seema! It hurt! Things were sooo bad, it hurt!

"What... then...!?"

Later, Merche, who visited the Seema residence in return for a handkerchief she had ruined, complains with the best of openings to her, who gave her the wrong information.

Seema said that the first time it came with ultimate love didn't hurt, it was a fantasy.

Naturally. If you can handle it with love, you won't have a hard time. Seema should look a little sore in the eye. No, no, she's getting more comfortable with the pain. What do you want me to do?

"Learn more about that pain"

"... uh, the sound of bees and meat pulling off a thousand pieces and the feeling of being burned, nailed in"

To the vivid description of the Merche that made her want to block her ears, Seema shook her body with a freckle, imagining the pain and giving her a tranced look. It is an unmistakable pervert.

"Where in the current story was there such an element of expression?

"What are you talking about? There will only be that element."

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

Show each other an incredible look. Their evening paths will never cross. I mean, you can't even interact, and once you understand it, your life is over.

"Thank you, handkerchief"

"Ugh, um. You can thank me."

Somehow, their encounter ended with a poorly chopped end. Maybe it was an easy choice.

Subsequent Merche and Forte were the two usual people that my colleagues knew well. Except that the Merche turned oddly colorful.

The earliest I could think of about this was my esthetic rat daughter, Akane. Absolutely admirable, keeping the virgin.

Acorn, who achieved sexual harassment as usual at Momo Guardians headquarters, was roaring uncomfortably. Admit it to her like that and call out what the loft is about.

"Mmm."

"What's up, Acorn? Another usual seizure?

Acorn's tantrum was recognized as a seizure for the loft. Pathetic.

"You're not, Merche... you probably fucked Forte"

"... Huh?

"Definitely. You smelled different when you stuck your face in your ass."

She is a horrible perverted daughter. However, acorns were credible in a certain sense.

Immediately, Merche will be surrounded by women members and interrogated.

"Couscous... what if it's time to confess?

"I have pity for you, too!

"Uh-huh."

Merche screams pitifully at the obstinate interrogation after a short while. She was in the poles of perplexity.

"Plump cum... Want a bowl?

"Why, and it's a bowl? And you've already eaten, Liot."

"So no!?"

I'm getting hungry, I'm getting hungry...!

It was an instant event. As soon as the rare beast removed the bowl from the (free space), you idiot reached the speed of light. Are you nuts?

"Hey no... what are you doing?

"Replacement"

"Silly."

Eltina, flattered by Liot's demand for a replacement, gently offered him a replacement. Oh, my God, the rare beast is sweet on him.

"By the way, haven't you had a bowl of parents and kids yet?

"Pulu, you too"

Merche tries to escape by crawling forward into a gap that falls into a stream like a cont. But her ass was too big. There's no way I can't see a huge butt in my sight.

"Big Hip, you got it!

"Migaaah!?"

Pity, Merche had his big ass grabbed by acorns, and he was prevented from fleeing to freedom.

"This is the proof butt. It's not like the usual smell."

"Ya-me!"

"Ho, which one"

It's Amanda, the werewolf beast, who sniffs her nose close and her ass smell on a perverted chick. She has no resistance to the act of smelling the buttocks of others. In the first place, this act is just a dog greeting.

"Oh, really. It smells like a man."

You were right about Wachiki's testimony.

hey, and the dark smiles of the girls pour down on the merche.

She can't escape. Because the best liquor dishes have exploded.

"Hey, no, I got an appointment for the tavern!

"The boulder, Ertina. Nice and fast."

"No, I'll drink today ~!"

"Couscous... Linda doesn't drink all the time"

"Even Yu-yu, right?"

"Ah... it's a nightmare"

Later, Merche talks. That day was hell. And make up your mind. Next time I'll turn to the side to blame myself, otherwise I can't do it.

She was so sworn by her heart that she was made to confess all her shameful deeds.