Sekkusu & danjon! ! ~ Wagaya no chika ni, H kaisū = reberu no danjon ga shutsugen shita

After the 5P, I finally decided to use an "umbrella that feels destined” for Mr. Fuyushima.

The place is the living room.

It feels like sitting side by side on the couch and doing an umbrella indoors.

Fuyushima seemed to have no objection to that, either, and kept herself in her back without saying anything.

By the way, the other three surround the table a little further away and look at this one with interest.

... He doesn't have a single child that he's worried about.

"... Natsuno and Akitsu, what do you think will happen?

"Er... Advertise, I thought you'd be sooo cute"

"I wonder if I agree. That umbrella works great. There's no other way. Well, I can't imagine where Edge Yarn would delve..."

Three people line up their predictions as they please.

As I heard the voice, I opened an umbrella that felt destined.

I'm also interested in what happens, but if I do, I'll get the answer right away.

I figured I'd stop, and it would be good to keep using my umbrella.

(I guess the time I spend is... judging by how it goes, I have no idea how much Fuyushima is in love with me at the moment.)

With that in mind, he starts working with Fuyushima-san by speaking out, "Let's get started."

There's nothing like running away.

It was Fuyushima who asked me to use it, so naturally.

…………

Mr. Winter Island leans down and keeps silent.

... and as it were, about five minutes went by.

Mr. Fuyushima's condition remained the same at all, he just kept quietly in the umbrella.

Uh-huh. Exactly. This is too much change.

When Natsuno did, he must have gotten a little suspicious of behavior from about this time.

I want some kind of reaction when it comes to softening, dyeing my cheeks... but isn't there enough time for that yet?

If nothing changes so far, I'm tempted to suspect that the effect of an "umbrella that feels destined” has not been exerted.

But it's impossible to judge perfectly from the outside what's going on in your mind.

In the meantime, I decided to ask Mr. Fuyushima a question.

You like me, Higashima-san?

"... I don't know"

Oh, did you say "I don't know"?

That means... "umbrellas that feel destined” are working properly after all.

The usual Fuyushima-san would have answered these questions clearly, albeit with subtle expressions such as "I don't like" or "I don't hate".

In fact, even before, that's the kind of answer I've been getting back.

That's the terribly vague answer to "I don't know" now.

Obviously, there has been some change in Mr. Fuyushima's emotions.

(And... I guess I was right. I can't believe I don't know, it's not usually possible)

I look at Mr. Winter Island, who doesn't move, and gain certainty.

Fuyushima-san knows the effect of an umbrella that feels destined, and he should be able to easily realize that the love emotions in him are growing.

Nonetheless, the answer returned is "I don't know".

It's like I don't really understand who my emotional changes are.

... No, I guess that's actually true.

That's why (...) Mr. Fuyushima wanted me to use an "umbrella that feels destined”.

No longer, I can only assume so.

"... n"

Mr. Winter Island knocks his head down with a cotton and puts it on my shoulder to reflect on.

I still don't see any emotion in that face... but I'm pretty sure this is a sign of my favor for me.

But then again, "Do you like me? When I asked," I still didn't know "what came back.

... Something seems to be soaking up, and I might have gotten a little annoyed.

I touched Hiroshima-san's poor breasts in the hands of those who didn't have an umbrella.

"... you're so excited. Now, I don't know, how could you say that?"

…………

Communicating to the palm of your hand is a heartbeat that strikes an early bell.

Would you have a heart rate of about 100?

My chest is completely stunned.

But Mr. Fuyushima didn't say anything, he just stared at my hand touching his own chest.

………… Maybe, you want me to rub it?

"Yeah."

I ask because he stares at me so much, Mr. Fuyushima nods cocklessly.

Ho ho, I want you to rub it, huh?

It's really unusual for Mr. Fuyushima to want him to act horny from himself.

After all, the "umbrella that feels destined” is steadily amplifying romantic feelings.

I respond to requests and enjoy the feeling of thin breasts as they are.

Though the stiff feel of the bra is out of the way, touching a girl's chest is all I'm happy about.

"Mm-hmm... ha..."

Mr. Winter Island leaks a colourful exhale as he presses his head against my shoulder.

You said you just had sex, but it feels totally bothering me.

Soon my hands were rubbing this thigh as well, getting a little closer to my groin.

…………

…………

…………

... It kind of hurts my gaze from the other three.

Is it only Fuyushima who is adored and lightly jealous?

Totally, it's hard to run a harem.

I want the four of them to deepen their friendship more, so much so that they can celebrate even if the other kids are adored.

Nevertheless, I am now concentrating on Mr. Winter Island.

The important thing is, from here on out.

I whispered in Mr. Fuyushima's ear to tell you.

"Mr. Fuyushima, he's the one who wants you to touch his body, like how this chest feels thrilled. Fuyushima-san is in love with me now."

……

Fuyushima-san uncommonly reveals surprises in my words.

This reaction...... I knew it.

Apparently, my prediction was a big win.

I'll keep going, keep going.

When we get to this stage, even Mr. Winter Island will tell us the truth.

"... I also thought quite a bit about why Mr. Fuyushima wanted me to use this item. So, well, I only came up with one thing... Isn't Mr. Winter Island possible that he has little emotion (...)?

……………… .................. yeah "

After a little silence, Mr. Winter Island nods with a notion.

All right, are we done answering each other now?

In the meantime, it's good to get to the truth.

Yes, this is the truth.

This girl, Fuyushima Edge Yarn... has very little emotion.

I've been suspicious of Mr. Fuyushima's unusual coolness since before, but there's nothing if I know the truth.

Mr. Fuyushima really didn't feel anything.

The emotions themselves were very rare in the first place, not that they did not appear on the table.

That's all.

It's hard to believe that's possible, though.

"I can somehow guess why you kept that to yourself. Because your parents told you to do that, didn't they?

"Yeah... I was told not to tell anyone else because it's dangerous"

"I knew it..."

This is what I expected, too.

Why keep it a secret, as it's good that Mr. Fuyushima doesn't have feelings?

There's only one answer to that.

... Simply, it's dangerous.

Having no emotions also means not being disgusted with people.

That's why it's hard to reject others, and I can't think of anything to do with being treated badly.

That's a good example of you offering me a virgin lightly.

I guess your parents blocked Mr. Winter Island's mouth because they knew the danger.

I'll keep giving you my umbrella and keep matching the answers.

Next... about that mysterious word, "Destiny Man".

"So, 'Destiny Man' is also the word your parents said? Someday you'll meet someone like Higashima who will let you regain your emotions...... I guess that's what I meant."

"... more or less fitting"

Fuyushima snorts at my words again.

I see, was this correct too?

Well, assuming Mr. Fuyushima doesn't have feelings, that's pretty much obvious from what he's said and done so far.

You see your expression distorted into pleasure, and you certify me as the 'Destiny Man'.

Or even when he found out he could get items in the dungeon that would change people's minds, he still said I was the 'Destiny Man'.

Fuyushima-san didn't like being cooperative with me, but it was all because he had hope that his emotions might be restored.

... but well, as it turns out, I was exactly Mr. Winter Island's "Destiny Man".

Passing to the palm of his hand, Mr. Winter Island's heart beats.

No doubt about this, I feel Mr. Winter Island's emotions.

I succeeded in reviving Fuyushima-san's feelings of liking.

And that's why Fuyushima-san is revealing secrets to me, too.

We've accomplished our goal, so we don't have to keep it a secret anymore.

"... well, I'll ask you again. Higashima-san is talking about me... Do you like it?

".................................... yeah. I like it, like."

You made yourself aware of your love thanks to what I told you, little, but snort firmly, Mr. Winter Island.

Though still faceless, the colours in its eyes are very serious.

If I'm kind of gazing in, I'm under the illusion that I'm going to get sucked in.

Nevertheless...... at last.

Finally, I was able to make that Fuyushima-san say "I like you" with clarity.

To that unusual, cool Fuyushima-san, huh?

Somehow, there was an uninterrupted sense of accomplishment.

But I was struck by it, and Mr. Fuyushima kept opening his mouth.

"... I like Simino-kun. Like. Like. I like it. I want to be with you. I want you to be cute all the time. I want to have kids."

"Huh, Mr. Winter Island?

"I like. I like it. Saino-kun... I like it"

…………

Like a broken machine, Mr. Winter Island speaks of his love for me.

He's like a really bugged robot because he stays faceless.

The three people who were looking at this one from the table were also stunned by its appearance.

But Fuyushima-san keeps his face close to me.

And whispering love, I snapped at this one's lips.

"I like, I like, I like, I like, I like, I like, I like, I like, I don't like..."

"Hey, um, fu, Mr. Winter Island, um, s, stop"

I accidentally grab Mr. Fuyushima's shoulder and force him away.

The umbrella is also interrupted.

"Fukushima, calm down... Because I'm not going anywhere."

"... right? Likes."

Mr. Fuyushima confesses to me again with his neck clenched.

This... Apparently, the feeling of "liking" has been rampant.

Perhaps you are completely out of control of your mind due to the heightened emotions you have never experienced before.

... I've only used enough umbrellas to feel destined.

Does the slightest romantic sentiment mean drama for Higashima-san?

I even ran my mouth to "I want to have kids," so it feels pretty good as a runaway addition...

(In the meantime, I have stopped using the umbrella. I don't know what will happen any more......)

I quickly fold an "umbrella that feels destined” while pressing Mr. Winter Island to stick with me.

Fuyushima-san looks a little shameful.

Maybe I wanted to amplify more of the "like" emotion I finally got.

... Nonetheless, Fuyushima-san's purpose was achieved brilliantly with this.

I don't know what will happen to emotions other than "likes," but perhaps even getting one will dramatically change Fuyushima-san's world.

"Favorite Food" or "Favorite Place" or vice versa may also come into being.

Fuyushima-san was finally able to live as a human being in this world.

"... Congratulations"

"Yeah. I like it"

…………

I don't know, "I like" is becoming the end of the story...

It's also pretty creepy that he's still faceless because he doesn't know how to move his facial muscles.

... Well, should we train together in the future on how to express emotions and how to use facial expressions?

It looks like you can grow it to your liking, or you might want to say it's convenient.

I stroked Mr. Fuyushima's head for now and convinced him to go home today.

The sun is already setting, and it's dissolved.

"I didn't expect Winter Island to be like this..."

"I'm a little too much than I expected, too, and I don't feel like I'm getting there..."

"Well, you mean the power of the item is amazing. Edge Yarn, you're gonna follow the 'Ooku' rule for now, aren't you?

"...... hmm. I know."

"Ah, does it feel the same as before other than Simino... That's complicated..."

The four of us head to the front door in a chatter.

I knew we'd just met face-to-face, but we all feel a lot better together.

It doesn't seem like you can't force yourself to get along for me, and quite likely Harlem will continue to operate well.

Everyone put on their shoes as they were, disturbed, and went out of the house with their heads lowered in alignment.

I'm the only one left in the house.

I was quiet all at once and didn't feel a little lonely.

(Well, tomorrow we'll all see each other at school, and Eh, I guess we'll have plenty...)

Beautifully done, Harlem for me.

As long as I have it, I can undoubtedly be the happiest man in the world.

Mr. Natsuno is going to live in our house tomorrow, and maybe really, he doesn't have time for the meat sticks to dry.

I look forward to the future.

I'm going back to the kitchen for now, and I'm going to move on with my meal schedule.

I released a lot of semen today, and I need to eat it properly and refill it.

I don't have a problem with the release destination, so I don't care how much semen there is.

♪

As it was, I cooked the ingredients for a nose mix.

I don't like or dislike the food... but when it still had a purpose, the fun was out of step.