Nankoufuraku no Maoujou e Youkoso

I remember taking advice from Kash's mother. [M]

"Oh, uh, Mr. Mira"

"Yes. What is it, Mr. Lemme?... Should I stay away?

Mr. Mira lures his eyes with his arms tangled.

I just want to say I'm used to it... but I can't.

"No, that's fine."

Instead, I feel deprived of the power to fight more and more.

I don't actually hate it, but the trouble is. What's the trouble? I don't know.

"Hey, today's clothes... you look good?

My voice rubs up over the bite.

I think this kind of part is still the difference in experience.

Mira blinks her eyes. Big eyes, tightness and closure.

Then I slowly spread the grin.

Step away from me softly and walk backwards looking at me as I turn to the front.

"Thank you. I'm the one dressed for Mr. Lemé, so I'm so glad you complimented me."

She was beautiful enough to hold back, lean forward a little, and look up at this one, stopping by accident.

"Besides, Mr. Lemme is nice, too. I've never seen those outfits before. They look great."

"Thanks"

Honestly, I was a little wondering if it would be a pleasure to be complimented on my clothes, but I'm perfectly convinced.

Sure, I'm glad about this.

"That's Mr. Kash's mother."

"Yeah, really... did I tell you that?

I never said it, but at times like this, it's what I ask.

"Mr. Kash told me. Speaking of which, she was wearing pretty clothes, too."

"Ah, ah...... I'm not sure I have the taste for clothes."

"So Mr. Lemme today has been dressed up nicely for me, hasn't he?

"... walk side by side, I hope it doesn't change"

"Ugh. I feel so happy right now"

Mira, lined up next to me again, naturally takes my hand.

"Aren't you hungry? I need to go."

I snorted. [M]

It feels like my heart is paralyzed by the straight words from earlier, but I manage to answer them.

"I'll take care of it. Because I make room in my wallet."

"Oh, am I such an image?

"... uh, no. I'm not sure what to eat at a time like this."

I feel like Aruba used to talk to any beautiful woman about her meal, but I can't help it. Here's the thing, he's the type of guy who wants instant fun.

In response to my pitiful response, Mira shyly lowered her gaze.

"Actually, so am I. Good luck beginners......!

Mira, who puts her fist up all the time.

"Right."

Together, I raise my fists, too.

It was the stall that arrived when such a thing happened.

"They say," Rah-meng, "but the customer base is brilliantly stopping by the man."

It is a dish with several pieces of ingredients that tame thin noodles in a unique smelly soup.

Not this stall, but I've eaten it.

Sure, the stalls are full of guys, and they also stop quietly, eat in silence, drink without leaving until the soup, and walk away a lot. "Mr. Treasure," he said, sounding like he couldn't hear a small voice. From the store side, it could be the ideal customer.

"I was interested, but I was also hesitant to go alone... I wish I could go with Mr. Lemme."

"I'm fine, but is Mr. Mira okay?

I don't think it's the kind of meal a woman would ask for on a date.

"I'd love to."

"Well, let's go"

I just got a blank for two, so I went in and ordered from the store owner. Pay the price first.

After a while, two vessels filled with soup are offered. Of course there were noodles and utensils.

The smell stirs through the nostrils with the rising hot air. Sakuri.

I eat this using two thin sticks, but it's difficult if I'm not used to it. Some stores have forks, but they don't seem to be here.

Mr. Mira was struggling.

Still seems to have got the hang of it after a while. Pinch the noodles, breathe gently with hufu, hang the hair in your ear with your left hand, then transport the noodles to your mouth.

Behind the sleek lips, the noodles sucked from the chiru.

"Mmm, delicious."

Mira, who held down her licence with her left hand, says as she was grateful.

I panicked back to the meal, realizing that I was looking up at Mira as the shopkeeper caught her niggling on the sidelines.

"Very satisfied."

After the meal, Mr. Mira lay her hands over her stomach and exhaled phew.

"That was delicious"

Except where you fell in love with what Mira did, it's no different than your usual meal. Like this, you said it was natural.

After that, he looked at Mira's clothes and was taught all sorts of demon-side shops.

Mira was always more aggressive but I think she had fun all the time.

If you realize it, it was kind of out in a different atmosphere than before.

There are many combinations of men and women when done, and the men and women have a close sense of distance.

And then one set, another set and disappear into the surrounding buildings.

Um... I'm not familiar with it, so I'm late to notice, but wasn't this the right spot for a pick-up inn?

It is a special accommodation where men and women temporarily rent rooms for adult acts.

Is that it?

Is that...?

My heart buzzes out.

Calm down. Yes, if you create a void in your thoughts - no. Then I won't be able to think of anything. Even though Mira is next door.

"Mr. Leme."

"Yes, sir"

"I'm a little tired."

"That's tough, isn't it?

"Why don't we take a break somewhere?

Hiragana and Mira turned to each other at the inn.

I thought my heart might have popped out of my mouth.

Put your hands on your mouth. I wasn't jumping out. Safe.

And with that confirmation, I regained a little calm, and I remember at the same time.

Isn't it because I said I could breathe blood in the first place?

She hides her characteristics as a race. Blood sucking without consent is forbidden, and obtaining consent is not like going outside.

It's Mira, who was hit by a sucking urge as of yesterday, maybe the limit is approaching.

"... Oh, right. Blood sucking, right?"

Mira looks upset when she laughs like I'm ashamed of my mistakes. [M]

"Don't talk to me like a cuckoo vampire in there. She's not such a shallow woman...?

I guess it's called a cucumber. Vampire term, I guess. Is it from the front and back context... or does that mean for blood sucking purposes or something?

Approaching the target just to breathe blood, that would be a good thing.

"I don't think so."

Mr. Mira doesn't suck blood directly from people, even in dungeon defense.

I'm not a person because I don't care.

"Then fine. Mr. Leme......"

Mira leans her lips against her ear until she can mouth it.

"Mr. Lemme decides what to do. Make up your mind what to do."

This guy...

Exactly demonic.

Thinking of it, something fell on the clap that kept her away from me.

It's not mine.

"Mira, I dropped something."

"Huh!? Get fucked!? Wait, it is!

Looks like some kind of note.

The contents get in my eyes.

Sit down for Citrie's "How Even Virgins Can Drop Virginity" lecture! 'And it was written in cute round letters, with a few things written in bullets below.

More body touches, moderately sweet, or tailoring hobby stories, meals, etc. to their preferences so that they feel intimate, or better adult outfits than flashy ones, or never laughing and following the unsure parts?

It said something so thoughtful.

"I tend to be different, no? That's what she pushed into my clothes on her own. She didn't have to refer to it or trick Mr. Lemme into anything! Ahhh!"

I don't have to see Mira panicking, I get it.

As much as there was nothing malicious about her. Rather the other way around.

Trying to entertain me at all... he tried to like me.

How can you get so far?

... Now maybe, I know.

"Mr. Mira."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, don't hate me"

I grab Mira's shoulder softly, which is really teary-eyed for a lot of time.

"As promised, breathe blood"

"... ugh. Huh?"

Squeeze your courage and pull her hand. The goal is to meet the inn where she was looking.

I'm not sure about the system, but as soon as I got in, there was a counter and the man was sitting in the back chair with a face that looked boring.

"Cleanest room, please."

That said, put more gold on the table than the amount on the table sign.

The man glanced at it and immediately gave me the key. It has a number on it.

Take Mr. Mira to the upstairs room.

She followed me very closely.

Enter the room.

A simple room with only a sleeping area and a small desk. I don't feel unclean.

"Shit, Mr. Lemme... Um, me, um... I have to tell you something"

I covered my voice to control it. [M]

"Mr. Mira."

"Hiya."

"Me and Mira, we've met before, right?"

Mr. Mira opened her eyes.

After a while, I have a response.

"... Oh, did they remind you?

"Sorry, forget it"

Her eyes moisten.

"That's okay. Because if you look at Mr. Lemme, you'll see. I don't remember each and every one of them because helping people is normal. I think it's nice."

As much as I can't remember the faces of those passing by, it's only natural that the brave help those in need.

[Black Demon Instructor], who aspires to be a brave man, couldn't stop acting like one since childhood.

I couldn't change the fact that the 'brave man should be like this' in me.

Mira is one of those [black demon mentors] lemme helped.

"To a drunk man, a beautiful vampire. I remember. Two years ago, I guess."

"Yes......"

I usually try not to find out who I am when I help someone.

But Mira was known for her initial mistakes.

"Since then... uh, did you become a fan"

"Yes...... Kee, is it disgusting? I only got one help... the..."

She looks anxious. Speaking of which, from the first time we met, she cared about it.

I shake my head to the side with clarity.

"No, I don't know... I feel rewarded"

"Huh?"

"I want to be a brave man, but no matter how hard I try, I'm far from the brave man I dreamed of. No matter how much you do something like that on a daily basis, I figured [Black Demon Instructor] over and over again that maybe you can't. I couldn't stop thinking about it more than once..."

Look her closely in the eye.

"It's not for nothing, and now I think so. The old me helped Mira, and two years later Mira saved me. The right thing to do is do it right. Sometimes it pays off in unexpected ways. 'Cause you will. I was able to work for the Demon King's Army now because I lived according to your definition of brave man. I have a dream of becoming a demonic brave man."

"Ah..."

"Thank you, Mira is my benefactor"

"Mr. Leme......"

From Mira's eyes, the Shizuku of transparency overflows.

And her face approached me - I was pushed down into bed.

Huh?

"Mr. Lemme... Mr. Lemme... why are you so sweet, because people like me get on with it"

The apparent jacket is taken off.

Too early for work!

On a cheerful face, eyes like melted in heat, hot exhales. Pointy teeth.

"Yes, that's good, right? It can be inserted, right? You can stick your fangs in your body, right? So, it's okay. It may hurt the first time, but it will get better soon. I'll be nice, don't worry. Look, pull yourself out. I'll be there."

Her fangs approach my neck.

And -.