After the wedding reception, a week passed when I returned to our mansion at the Yfrus School of Magic.

Rifa begged me to feel a little more like a newlywed, and I promised to sleep with her for two weeks.

As a result, the yoko was slightly obstinate because it had not been rotated.

Just a little more, I want you to be patient... and when I told you that, Yoko embodied his tail and enveloped me.

is also wrapped in mundane.

Soft.

The skin feels great.

"What do you say? That's comforting. Well, if you sleep with me, um, you can do whatever you want with this until morning. Nhi-ha!

Sakuri.

Oh, no, I'm going to lose the temptation.

Already my hand is unconsciously stroking the tail of a yoko.

But I can't renege on my promise to Rifa, my wife, so I keep Yoko's tail.

My intentions are strong.

"Sorry, Yoko. I have an appointment with Rifa. Just be patient for another week."

"Oh, Lord, my God, my hand hasn't stopped. Oh, no, no! If you're not sleeping with me, uh, come on, no more!

"Oh, you can't erase your tail."

Since Yoko tried to unlock the embodied tail, he uses the order of the subordination contract and forces it to remain embodied.

"This is what I'm ordering!?"

I moff my yoko tail again.

Touch like silk.

Now, the more you rub, the better the elasticity pushes your fingers back.

I want to touch it all the time.

But my will is strong.

"Whatever they say, it's only been a week since I slept with the yolks"

"So, then, uh, my tail, too, uh, oh, deposited, ahhh!

"Oh, no."

"─ What!?"

"Starting next week, when I sleep with Yoko, I'll moff till morning!

But now, because of this, I'm going to let you enjoy it a little bit more. "

Then I enjoyed it for roughly ten minutes until Yoko's had a good time.

"Phew."

Uh, it felt good.

"But no more, then..."

Yoko falls to the floor and is picky.

Did I overdo it?

Well, it would be fine because Yoko seemed to feel good about it, too.

In the meantime, I lifted the yolk because it's pathetic to leave it like this, and carried it to the bed in the yolk's private room.

Do you want to call Mai and leave the rest to me?

I left Yoko's private room behind.

There were no school classes today, and I didn't have a lot of errands, so I was spared time in the mansion.

A maid, Merdy, was cleaning the living room as she walked frankly through the mansion.

Quite a maid followed the board.

"Ah, Hart. Good morning."

"Merdy, hi."

Meldy is a cat beast tribe.

The appearance of the body is almost no different from that of a person's race, but there is a cat ear pinned to the head and a tail.

And then my hand was the cat's hand.

I was just wondering.

"Hey, Meldy, can I see your hands?

"Hands? Fine, but what are we gonna do?

Put the mop you had in your hand and show me your hand.

There it is!

Meatballs!

That's also a people-sized cat, so it's pretty big.

I took Meldy's hand and pushed the meatball with my finger.

Or soft.

"Become, what are you doing!?"

Meldy turned bright red in her face and pulled a sad hand from me.

"Sorry, it seemed soft, I followed"

"Sorry about that! What are you thinking about touching Lady's meatballs?!?"

Apparently, it didn't work.

But it was soft.

I want to touch it.

The devil whispered in me.

"Meldy, you like Tina's curry, don't you?

"I like it... but what's wrong with that?

"If you'll let me touch the meatballs, I'll ask you to curry them for dinner tonight."

"Oh, really?!?"

Meldy asked me at a glance.

My face is close.

"Oh, it's true. And we'll have a ton of them made so they can eat a lot."

The word broke Meldy.

I sat on the couch that was nearby and stuck my left hand out.

"Promise. Tina's curry today!

"Oh, it's a promise"

I sat on Meldy's left side, holding her with both hands to wrap my protruding hand around her, and began to touch the meatballs.

Whoa, whoa!

And bliss.

It feels good with a different touch than the tail of a yolk.

"Mm-hmm!

Meldy turns away and whispers.

Does it feel good?

Because of this, I'll give you a little massage.

I held my pinky fingers with my hands spread over Meldy's thumb and pinky fingers.

And massage Meldy's palm with her thumb.

"Huh!? Huh, Hurt, that sucks!

"Doesn't it feel good?

"You feel so good, you suck. Ahh!

If it feels good, okay?

That's why I keep massaging.

In the original world, I watched this massage method on TV and tried it on a friend the next day and it was surprisingly well received.

The other guys were trying, but you think I'm the best at adding and subtracting force and it feels good?

If I had massaged many of my boyfriend's hands, the girl who heard rumors that it seemed nice would want me to do it too.

I rarely touched a woman's hand, but at the time I was so confident in the massage that I took it happily.

As a result, it became very popular with women as well.

When it was time off, a woman lined up in front of me asking for a massage in exchange for treats, etc.

My boyfriend was afraid of the sight of a girl and no longer asked me for a massage in the classroom.

From other classes, girls began to line up in massage waiting rows, and eventually the row was viewed as problematic by teachers for stretching out of the classroom, creating a school rule that hand massage on campus was forbidden.

My massage feels so good that I let the school make new school rules.

This was my, covert pride.

By the way, I also tried Tina and Rifa but they were very popular.

That's why I keep on massaging Meldy.

"Mm-hmm, but no more..."

That kind of Meldy's tail was pinned straight out.

Argumentative, but the massage isn't determined where and how much force to push.

It's important to see how they react and push where they feel good with the strength that they feel good about.

Focus on Meldy's reaction.

Right here!

I discovered a point where Meldy could feel better.

Apply optimal force there.

"─ ─ ─ Huh!?"

I was bored when Meldy screamed without a voice.

And Meldie, my tail shakes big, and she's gonna smack me in the face.

I know it feels good, but it's a little out of the way.

I grabbed Gassi's tail.

"Huhhhhhhh!!"

─ ─ !?

Meldy screamed and fell into the couch.

"... uh, you okay?

Meldy has pimple cramps while lying on the couch like an earlier yolk.

Or did I overdo it?

In the meantime, I lifted Meldy up because leaving her like this is pathetic and carried her to the bed in Meldy's private room.

Do you want to call Mai and leave the rest to me?

I left Meldy's private room behind.

... Is that some kind of deja vu?