My Reality is a Romance Game

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The view is blurred. My head was broken and it hurt. But the pain brought me a real feeling of being alive. With that realization, my memories come back. I must have fallen in the arms of Kuzora. Immediately in front of me, a white ceiling spread. The fluorescent light flashes. When I felt something inconvenient, I saw a drip on my arm. Is this a hospital?

In a hospital, the room is full of luxury. The appearance reminiscent of a hotel suite. I was lying on a fine bed in the center. On the side of the bed, you can see the sky. It was a little surprising. From where he brought it, Kuzora was sitting cross-legged in a chair that looked so fluffy and was dying. My body was shaking back and forth many times, irrespective of my will. I thought she would look best on her smiling face like a little devil. However, her appearance now looks very pure. It was too pure and vulnerable. If you reach for your hand, the distance you can reach. If I take action, I'm at a distance that can't be stopped. It is not the first time to see Kuzora sleeping in such an unprotected form. But at that time it was by sleep spray. I'm really sleeping now. I was staring at her. Somehow its appearance is irresistible.

Her hands, which had jumped on killing her against her, were hanging unprotected, and her lips, always telling her death, seemed to hate her, but she was cute and closed.

I gently raised my body. At first glance it looked like a suite, but there was medical equipment on my head. Apparently this is a high special room in some hospital. Nothing else. This luxury is a matter of course, given the power of Kuzora.

In the large room, there are only Kiku and I. The windows were for ventilation or there were only small windows. And one door to go out. Behind that door is a guard. It was impossible for anyone except me to enter this room if guards were watching. But isn't that too vulnerable? If I wanted to hit Kyu-ku, she would already be dead.

"I'm boring ... Uncle ..." I appeared in her spilled sleep. Feeling that the chest is Jean for some reason. Being unprotected on my side in this way would mean that you believed in me. Now, she is a very great lady.

Long hair sways gently every time you dwell. I was obsessed with an unusual scene for a while, but realized that it wasn't the case.

I was involved in the incident before I fainted. He was suddenly attacked, suffered wounds, and fell. With the appearance of Kuzora, [Road] gave up. How much faint was he? Kuzora's clothes were the same as when he appeared in front of me. In other words, not many days have passed.

What happened to Hikami-san? What is their identity? Several questions came at once. In order to grasp the situation, organize it, and start again, it is necessary to wake up Kuzuki anyway. Because I was sleeping with an angelic face, I felt it was inevitable to wake up, but I couldn't help.

I reached out. Then, I approached the sky. I gently push her white cheek with her finger.

The cheeks were so cute and unintentional. No, this is just an act to wake her up.

"Hmm…?"

Kuzora narrowed her eyebrows. I quickly retreated. If she was touched, if she touched it without permission, it could be another fuss. However, Kuzora did not wake up with a little voice. She dwelled again. It seemed to be a deep sleep.

Then again. I took my finger again, thinking of the soft feel of her cheeks. No, I tried to bring it. At that very moment, Kusuku's eyes slowly opened. I was surprised and stopped moving. My eyes were in line with Kuzora. In the situation where my fingers almost touched her cheeks or not, Kuzuka blinked and stared at me.

"Uncle, what are you doing now?"

She blinked again. Still expressionless. I turned my head so hard as to make excuses, but I couldn't think of anything. What came to the end was to pretend to be painful. I'm sure she's a patient.

"Back hurts ... uh ..."

I distorted my face at the same time. And he hurried back. Kuzuka stared at me with a strange expression. She was afraid to wake up, but soon recovered her normal face. He smiled and lifted his eyebrows.

"I have so much injection of painkiller but still hurts?" "That's right ..." "Uncle, do you really want to hurt?"

Kuzora approached me as he stood from his chair. And as I sat down on the edge of the bed, I caught a drip stabbed in my arm.

"Oh, what are you going to do?" "What do you think you're doing? Hihihi, try it." "Nothing to hit. Gi, give up!"

I raised my hands and declared the surrender. Then Kuzora let go of the drip and stared at me with curious eyes.

"Give up? Then tell me. What did you try ahead? You only have one chance!"

Is it a chance? I didn't try anything wrong, I decided to say the fact.

"It's not that weird. Just because your cheeks were so cute, I just wanted to use my fingers to instinctively. Can I sleep with such a cute face?"

When Kuzora covered his cheeks with both hands, his ears turned red and he got out of bed and stepped back a little.

"Uncle ... do you really want to die?"

Kuzora sentenced me to death with his cheeks covered with both hands. However, there is no feeling of killing. He seemed to be more panicked than killed. Then, the cheek is immediately inflated.

"It's weird. Weird! When I was away from my uncle I didn't have this!

Kuzora went out of the way in a hurry.

Bang!

The door closed strongly. My eardrum hurts. The outside of the door seems to be full of guards, as I imagined, as she heard a call calling her in a panic over the door. By the way, why did you jump out suddenly? She is a woman I do not really understand. Waiting a little quietly, Kuzura came back with his face wet. It looks like you've washed your face. Slowly approach me and sit back on my chair again. Until then, I wasn't aware that I was concentrating on her sleeping form, but thanks to the actions of Kuku now, the back part of her black stockings is torn, abrased, or bloody I saw

"Shaking love! What's your feet?

What was this young lady doing and injured? What were the guards doing? When I asked in a harsh tone, Kuzora suddenly dropped her crossed legs. Then he answered nothing and suddenly started taking off his stockings. Her sensual thighs began to dew, and she immediately came out of the stockings to the calf. Kuzora threw the stockings she took off in one hand, and one day, like in a car, towards me.

The stockings flew through the air and fell on my face according to the laws of physics.

"It's because of my uncle. I'm surprised because I'm injured. Bring it. Take it with you. I don't need it because it is torn.

Kuzora also gave me black stockings. No, it's too funny to say a present, but this is the second black stocking anyway. I don't know what she really is. But I'll get it if you can. I am also worried about the words I was saying when throwing stockings.

"No way! Did you see my injury and hit it in a hurry?"