My Reality is a Romance Game

"This boringness is different from what I've seen before. I'm not sure, but I feel different. It's strange. It's very funny. It's really frustrating."

Kuzora began to eat food little by little, lining up things he didn't understand. However, he did not eat much and continued talking.

"So, anyway, I thought I might be bored if I played a little with my uncle, so I called it. If you eat it, why not have sex at a hotel here?"

I just blew out the food I contained in my mouth. Fortunately, she didn't fly to her thanks to the angle adjustment, but the floor was splattered with food. I was stunned.

"What are you talking about now? Isn't the joke tight?"

"I'm not a joke. I'm serious. I thought, but now I've changed my mind. There's a suite on the top floor here that politicians and presidents use. "

Somehow, I seemed to be at a crossroads of some important choice. I glanced at her eyes, but couldn't read anything. Rather, she seems to be watching my reaction. His eyes were shimmering. What kind of reaction do you expect?

I don't know at all. Kusora is really unpredictable. Of course, one can certainly say. Having sex here, as she says, is a crazy and reckless choice. Whether you look at her capture rank or personality, the conclusion is so.

If Kuzora likes me yet No, no, you can bet my neck. If it's a toy with a little attachment, you know. After making a save, believing in the road and challenging it will not be an issue. Suddenly, behind the scenes, a guard behind me shoots at my head, and I'm done. There is no way to do it if you die immediately.

Rather than that, I didn't want to make any sense of sex with Kuzora. I don't know, but in my heart I wanted to value the selfish woman in front of me ...? eh? damn it. I pinched my thighs, complaining to myself. It's a crazy idea.

And when I was swallowed at the pace of Kuzuku in this way, I did not know what kind of trap would fall again, so I just got up from my seat.

"I want to do it so soon? You're in heat, but why don't you eat all the rice? Even if it's the last feast, don't rush so much."

He seemed disappointed for a moment. Hey hey I did not miss the momentary glance and grabbed Kuzora's wrist. And after standing her up full of strength, she pulled again and left. However, this time, unlike the previous case, he showed a rejection reaction. Shake my arms violently and grab my chest.

"What are you doing? Uncle, are you finally crazy? I can't stand being so rude ..."

I said a little wildly to such a sky. Should it be done at the wall don? Already become.

"Did you say it was boring?"

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"Stop the weird trap and follow me. If it's boring, isn't it best to play? Tell me, just call that car and take us downtown."

"Let's go somewhere other than sex?"

Kusora was hesitant for a while. I was worried about something like that, but once I looked up, I signaled to the guards that I had solidified my thoughts. Seemingly preparing a car, I slipped out of the hotel, holding her wrist. This time I followed my hand. When I went outside, the car was already waiting, I put her in first and I got into the car. Then we arrived downtown. The car stopped and got off in front of the stop. When she got off, she lifted her eyes at me.

"So what are you going to do? I can't guarantee what you'll say if you don't keep your words, but let's have fun."

"I understand, follow me."

I grabbed her wrist again and pulled. However, instead of pulling with brute force as before, it feels like gently pulling. Recently, I have begun to take rather bold actions against Kuzora. It's like we're fighting without thinking afterwards, as if our immunity had come on. Well, if you can do whatever you want, it's better to face it majestic. I didn't want to go crazy anymore.

Anyway, I took her to a karaoke in downtown. Needless to say, you've never been to this place. She curiously looked around in the karaoke room. The guards seemed to be working hard, but ignored them.

"Isn't this a tightly closed space? Do you have sex here? Isn't the previous hotel better?"

"Let's get rid of it. Let's talk about sex. Honestly, we don't really want to have sex."

"I don't know what that uncle is?"

"Well, sing for now."

I ignored her and picked up the microphone. Of course, the song is not good. I wasn't confident, but just shouted. Singing as she shouted, she stared at me with stern eyes. Then he started laughing.

"Is that a song? Cachhah. You can laugh ... Really bad.

"You usually only listen to the singer's live song, so your ears are too fat. This is normal, normal."

"Well, I guess. I'll try to sing more and listen. But I can really laugh."

She was so funny that she began to stomach with a laugh. I gave her a microphone because she was getting a little frustrated.

"Hey, it's weird to sing me alone. Will you sing too? Let's see how good you're ridiculed."

"Huh? I don't know any songs. When I go to a party, I hear singers sing, but I've never sang."

"No way ... I guess there's one song that can be sung? Scream, don't know what's so boring and useless, but screaming should make you feel better."

She seemed to ponder, but cut out a little shyly.

"Then, do you have a nursery rhyme? I feel like I sang when I was in kindergarten. I ignored all the music lessons since then."

Nursery rhymes? Nursery rhymes? The song I barely know is a nursery rhyme. An unspeakable laugh rushed in, but I pinched my thighs so that I couldn't express my expression. I mocked and mocked and said while watching the nursery rhymes in the songbook.

"How about elephant? Do you know this?"

"Hmm? You may have sang in kindergarten."

Alright. Let's sing once. I picked the elephant and handed her a microphone. She was a little hesitant, but began to sing with her hands holding the microphone as the music flowed. It was a kindergarten game pose.

"Eo ... elephant, elephant, ohana are long ..."

".............."

With her mouth open, a woman singing death sings such a nursery rhyme, so the gap was so large that goosebumps were likely to appear. But unfortunately it was too cute to ridicule. I would be killed if I told him. She sang all of the nursery rhymes up to number two very seriously. And I didn't think of the cuteness that had arisen in the gap between her gaps, and suddenly threw my microphone at it as I saw her spatula.

"Well, you laughed now? Uncle, want to be killed in the middle of a song?"

"No, you have a good voice. What about another song?"