Life with my Little Sister

(I'm arguing - no, either way, it feels like my father is blaming me)

The voices I couldn't hear when I found them were far away, too, and as I approached this one, I began to reach my ears firmly.

Situationally, though, it looks as if the right-handed lady who has been chasing her father for trying to come away has caught her husband and is complaining.

"Did you? Right?"

Neither do I. Fee comes to my mouth with simple questions.

I'd like to explain it to you, but now you should leave it alone.

I slap my sister in the ear.

(Fee, shall I keep quiet now? You're gonna find this place, aren't you?

(Phew, hey, hey, hey)

Okay, okay, good girl. Let me stroke your head for you.

(Chan! - I love it! Phew, I'm in! More what?

So why not...

"Hehe... hehe...!

Carefully and thoroughly stroking her, My Angel began rubbing her cheeks against me in a snug manner.

Neither shards nor consciousness are suitable for the men and women in front of them anymore.

I'm not very interested in Stefanus or Aufsta either, but for self-defense's sake, I'm not going to be indifferent either.

Decide to blink your ears.

"You, what's that wrap?

"This is the book that Lucica's been asking for..."

A woman with a tone of inquiry and a man who returns it as if it were a false translation.

In a nutshell, the power relationship between the two.

Mrs. Aufsta doesn't like the packaging my father seems to hold dear. I look at the book, as if to stare at it.

"... if you're going to spend money on something like that, you should even give one of your gifts to me or Isabella, right?

"Oh, you must have just bought him some expensive gems in the meantime. And to Isabella, I need a book."

"That's a natural story. Giving gifts to a beloved wife or child is natural as a husband"

"Then I'll give it to him."

"I told you my wife! Who are you going to give it to? Why don't you say something?

"... concubine,"

"Yes. Concubine. I did allow concubines to be kept in isolation, but I do not allow them to be spoiled unprincipled. Concubines have a position that concubines deserve. Recognize that your spoiling that woman is dishonest towards me and Isabella."

Keeping, when? I wonder if you haven't treated this man, our mother, as a human being.

I think I'd be mad if they used that word against a woman I like.

Now, what will my venerable father do?

"Ko, I've been promising this book for a long time. One of the rarely available phantom books. So..."

"Yes. If you're a phantom book, you won't have to get that woman to give up either. I mean, you don't have to give it to me, do you?

Keeping it, it keeps talking through.

It doesn't look like I cared in particular, or maybe it's an expression used on a daily basis.

"In the first place, you're supposed to give me a book once a month?

"But this book..."

"You accepted that too, didn't you? When I said I would allow it once a month, I said," Okay, what was it? "

Hmm.

It blocks people's words or is tighter to say, but this guy, for once, seems like the kind of guy who shuts up his opponent in an argument. They don't make a scene hysterically.

Is it true that Father can't return the favor? Or is it due to weakness of position or mind?

"Come on, let's go back."

"Wait! At least this book..."

"If you broke your promise, you didn't have a promise to let her and her children live here, did you?

"Ugh..."

Stefanus silenced remorsefully.

(Cheng Cheng. Is her "honesty" connected there? Between those couples, promises mean a lot,)

My father should have been in love with my mother originally.

So, I married Aufsta, who came out later. I do remember that the condition at that time was to let my mother live away.

Looking at my body for my father, I guess that was the best and greatest concession...

Well, you seem to be manipulating your promises to be good for shields.

But with your word in mind, don't even know how impotent you were when you returned to the city of Cyril.

The only thing my father could do was make me use the carriage, and I guess I couldn't ask for an escort or any other 'more'.

(Thinking about things in the direction of treating the rules well, rather than being tied to them, or creating the rules themselves, this kind of thing is out there, it works well...)

Looking at my father's mental situation, he doesn't even seem to be able to afford that.

"You just have to think about your family. I will not allow you to turn your feelings towards that woman or the squeeze cunts that she's made of."

"I can't believe it's a squeeze cunt, that's the way to say it."

"You must be seeing those siblings, too, right?

"Oh, I haven't seen him. Properly... I keep my promises..."

It seemed like a promise not to see us.

Really, you're being made good.

(Mm-hmm... Maybe it's a phenomenon within my assumptions that I don't have a lot of fondness for my father, who doesn't come to see me, also at the behest of this lady)

No, only if I'm an asshole and I have someone trying to alienate me, is that my mother?

"Yes. Fine, then. Isabella and Isabella are the only children you have."

Mrs. Aufsta stroking her stomach while being so good.

What, did you have a second child?

Mrs. Zheng is slender and doesn't look like she has a bloated stomach. If the statement is true, then I guess the pregnancy has just been discovered. Then what if I could give birth next year?

You don't even look very close, but you're doing something, Father...

"Come on, I'm going back. You can't leave Isabella to the user forever. Anyway, that girl has a great witchcraft talent. We need to keep an eye on him."

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Stefanus, staring unconsciously at his hand luggage and west detachment, eventually took a hand stretched out of his wife to give up.

They forbid me to give the book to my mother.

(Right. Is there magic in my half-sister that I have never seen? Mrs. Mouth, is it possible to be a magician, not a magician?

Well, there's a line called just a parent idiot.

That's how I dropped off a man and a woman walking away.

"To, uh... No, no..."

When I realize it, my sister is breathing constantly.

"Ah! I've been stroking you!

My Sister, who kept being stroked by me, is creeping with a ha-ha-ha red face.

It seems dangerous to use it for a long time, even if it is merely nothing.

"Ha-ha-hoo...... Phew... Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh..."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. If you rest a little longer, let's go back to us."

In the end, the break lasted about 10 minutes afterwards.