Our demon king is coming. (formerly Mayday A Series)

My name is Tor Sagaram.

Recently, I've been thorough in my covert behavior by changing my gender, but Machia seemed a little tired.

He's also dissatisfied with the men's clothing he enjoyed at first.

"Tor's something cold"

That's what I said.

Now it is in the safe house of the early morning, so they are what they are to each other.

"Lie to me. I always take care of you. Don't be silly."

I say it back in indignation.

Machia continued to complain as she rocked a rocking chair in front of the fireplace to the guns, like her grandmother or something often knitting.

"It's cold. Absolutely, you're sweeter when you're a woman!

"Well, I'm a man. I don't care what your man looks like. I'm not happy or anything. I'm more afraid of something. I'm reminded you weren't a man, you were sincere."

"What's that? What's that?"

"For example, the numerous selfishness, annoying words and actions, terrible manipulation and violence that are allowed if you are a beautiful girl also translate into unforgivable behavior as soon as you become a man. Be honest with me."

"What is it, what is it, what is it?"

"Hey, don't rock that chair. It's not a plaything in the park."

I was in the middle of polishing my sword, but I stopped it and stopped by Machia's side, which I just said.

"In the look of a girl, I want to go outside. I want to be beaten up by Thor."

"I didn't expect you to say your aspirations that grandiose."

Hold your knees on the chair, Machia on the swell.

Crush that swollen part.

"I'm still good. There are so many men with similar characteristics. But you stand out as a woman. Even if it wasn't, the Federation would have caught the redhead."

"Then I'll wear a wig. Play outside."

"You want to do that and play as a woman..."

Machia seemed like it was time for the limits to this life without freedom.

When you can go outside, it's only when you look like a man and become a rumored redhead Phantom.

It's not free again, it's dangerous and neighboring work.

Sometimes, as the original woman, you want to go out freely.

I know how you feel.

"Well... I've been working you too hard lately."

"That's right. It suits my eyes. And yet every day every day every day every can of fish...... cold and spicy. You can frost burn on your feet, you move too much, you get muscle aches, and the toll is cold. Well, that's not rewarding."

……

Machia gets out of the chair with Piong and says, poking her finger at my chest.

"Thor, I'm your fiancée. And I don't think you're doing this to me."

"Tell me again what I don't understand."

"... because... I just want a reward"

Machia pokes her finger at her chest with a urine and says it as a shun.

What is this guy?

If it's cute, you think you're gonna listen to me.

You think...

"Hmm.... well, don't bother if you're unmotivated. We don't have any plans today, and, well, if you wear a wig, you'll be fine."

"Really!?

"It's just for today..."

I lost.

Machia, who seems happy, stabbed me more thoroughly.

Fair enough.

For times like this, we had prepared snails in advance.

Machia ties up that redhead and holds it in a blonde sarcastic long straight cutlet.

Something is different now.

"This wig... it's your hobby anyway, right?

"What? I can tell you why it is."

"'Cause you, I haven't liked blondes in a long time"

……

Machia with a decent gaze.

No, no, Mr. Machia. No, it's not.

Sarasa Blonde is a man's romance.

"Oh, good. There are many blondes in this country, so it's not noticeable."

Machia smiled invincibly, paying for her blonde.

"Clothes are good when I dress like a woman."

"That one. Ah. That's plain, but that's good."

And then you take your clothes from me and you start dressing, Machia.

It's just that where I raise the zipper on my back, she told me.

"Hey, I'm not gonna give it any more"

"Huh? You, aren't you fat?

"There's no way! With such a twisted diet! No... my chest hurts."

Machia accurately said her dissatisfaction with my piece while showing a little shame.

Unexpectedly, I drop my gaze on that part.

Ahhh...... ahhh.

Clothes in my womanhood. When Machia wears it, it's why her rich chest is stuck...

I get it!!!

"Buy me a new one"

"Why should I buy your clothes in an enemy country?"

"Because..."

After it was, Machia clouds her words a little.

What, when I told you to be clear, Machia said:

"Because I'm on a date with Tor because of it. I just wanted to look a little prettier!

……

Well, no. Let's buy him some clothes on his stomach...

Looking far away, I thought so.

I'll make it too, it's what made Machia a sweet man.

"But, Machia. Think hard about why we were faking our own gender and acting until we changed?

"I know, I know."

"Don't act conspicuously?

"You know what I mean."

Machia nodded as she cheeked like a freshly baked pyroshiki, which she had just bought him.

Even though the outer districts of Kiltraden are inhabited by relatively poor people, some are bustling downtown areas. In short, near where the middle tier lives.

There are no flashy boutiques, but the shops selling clothes for the town daughter are lined up, and Machia has been looking around the show window since just now.

"I always wear red, don't I? Sometimes I think it's better to wear clothes in another color."

"For example?"

"... white or something?

……

"Like water!

"Um, I don't know."

Imagine that.

I was wondering if such a clear shade of clothing would defeat Machia's intense personality.

But Machia is blonde right now, and I guess I can.

"Why don't you try it on? Not just from the outside."

"Um, but. I'd be ashamed if it didn't suit me."

Makia has a mouthful of rice balls.

I pushed her back and went into the garment store because I couldn't find her.

The clerk greeted us with love.

"What kind of items should I prepare?

The clerk's flashy sister just asked us.

"Uh, check out the clothes that look good on this guy. I don't particularly care about the price, but that's about it."

I put up three fingers and passed on the budget.

Your sister moves her eyebrows tingly and gets so sneery.

"Yeah, yeah. Here we have a range of fashionable costumes in Kiltraden. Do you want a color or something?

When your sister asked, Machia told her terminally, "Because it's not red".

"You don't get it, then. Say more precise colors."

"'Cause you might not look good, would you? You should leave this to your professional sister."

"... you know what?"

"That's what it is."

It seems that Machia intends to leave it entirely to the store's sister.

Then, after seeing Machia wandering, the sister headed to the back shelf to see if it was also a product that came to mind.

"How about this one? It is a trendy product, in white, with a blue ribbon on the collar, combining simplicity and adorability. For someone with a good style like your wife, I thought it would be nice."

"... ma'am?

Me and Machia looked at each other.

I wondered if Machia's squire had mistaken me. Somehow, in experience.

"Ho. You're a lovely young couple. I envy you."

……

But apparently, this sister thought of us as a young couple.

Well, you're certainly accustomed to your attitude, and you don't think it's your first young couple date.

"But you're so cute, you piece. I don't really wear collared clothes, but maybe I could try them on for a while."

"... the valley"

"Huh? What?

"No, anything."

Basically, the clothes Machia had worn, because they were red dresses with the valley peeking, made me feel just a little lonely.

But the collared clothes may also be fresh.

"I'll try it on. If you like it, buy it as you go"

Machia turned to the fitting room in a whim.

……

It's not the first time I've come to buy Machia's clothes with you.

We used to go shopping for swimsuits together, and that's why Machia didn't have many friends on the planet, and I was basically the one to go shopping with her.

While Makia was trying on, the boutique women bothered me or turned my gaze in vain, but I enjoyed public speaking with my sister as a float.

Your sister is a good businessman, and just now she said, "Would you like a pair of shoes for your wife?" "Would you like a brooch," he recommends.

I was kind of listening and waiting for Machia to come out of the fitting room.

"I wore it."

Coming out with a galloping curtain open, Machia is wearing a white piece with a collar that is not too sweet or spicy, much more like a daughter than usual.

I thought, oh.

"That's good. You look more grown-up than usual."

I wonder what that means.

And to my compliments, I turn my suspicious gaze to Machia, but I say, "Okay. I'll make this one," he said, eventually buying this piece.

"How about a jacket? This longcoat is trending this year."

"Well, I'll take that too"

Machia doesn't mind my purse situation, she bought a coat and boots.

That said, overall in a different coordination than usual Machia, I feel fresh.

Some might say you look blonde, but I was delusional that I'm sure this outfit would suit even the usual makia with red hair.

Sometimes this isn't bad because it's a relationship I'm used to.