Sumi de ii Desu. Kamawanaide Kudasai

Chibi is adorable.

That's so cute I've always wanted to stroke it.

He's a pervert. I want to love him all day because I don't care what he thinks.

The eight-year-old boy in front of him, standing like a goldfish, squeezing his hand in his dick and trying so hard to say hello to me, is dressed in the brand new black wild I bought. I'm not sure what it is for now. I was filled with superiority.

"Earlier, I greeted you..."

"Yeah, yeah. Take your time."

You don't have to be so frightened. and crouch your knees and gaze and laugh so as not to scare you as much as possible.

Preparations were also properly completed within yesterday, making it a day for the vultures to come to the brothel today. The total number of people is nine. It still didn't seem like it was my fault that I felt the number of vultures growing year after year.

I have one, the wind is one, two for Brother Ripple I, three for Brother Shimizu I, one for Orchid Chrysanthemum, one for Brother Zhu He I, and a new vulture.

0 this time because Autumn Water still has an old vulture that won't be new. Brother Ujino is not going to bald again because he is only a few years away from the start of the season.

I don't know if I would say this carelessly, but I feel a little lonely.

... Oh, no, no, no.

I have to change my mind.

Shake your neck to the side and let your consciousness go back to your little one and laugh nicely.

"It's Wazumi, thank you!

"Yes, thank you."

If I pronounced the end of the phrase strong enough, he glanced at me with such a brave face that I was quite prepared, although it was not 100% successful.

Oh, no. Don't grow up, little one.

But not if you're thinking about such a sweet little thing. I need you to get used to your life here, and eventually you'll be working as a playboy, so let's get in the mood. I have taught some of the vultures attached to everyone else, but it is the first time I tell you to teach from scratch, so I am in a state of hand exploration. If I had leaked that anxiety before, I'd say around the Happy Moon, 'It's okay. You're good,' she said with great comfort as she stroked her back.

But you can't do that at a time when you're still being cared for and encouraged by little vultures.

Slap your cheeks like a leprechaun to reinvigorate your temper.

"Then change my clothes today,... Ah"

"Yes?"

I tried to explain the job description, but now I realize that I forgot to talk about being a woman in the first place. Hasn't Wazumi been told anything by his uncle? Wouldn't your brother tell me that he's a man, but he's a man, but he's a woman?

Gaze at the bald man sitting properly in front of you.

He didn't stay in my sight for a little while, so he pulled his mouth together and started swimming his eyes. Ugh, I'm sorry about something.

My uncle didn't tell me anything about saying that, so I want to scold myself a few hours ago that I should have listened.

Even if I think about it, I don't have the chili, so I never cut out my intentions.

"Before that, it's about me."

"Yes, sir."

"'Woman', are you listening? Dear uncle."

"That sounds, you know, shitty. Kitamasu... su"

Wazumi turns red on her cheeks and meditates her eyes.

I wonder if it's all right. If I were to stick around, I'd be worried that a proper man's flower queen would have been better than a unlikely non-flower queen who wants to get like me.

It's kind of true, it's a series of worries. and frightened myself.

"Don't you hate it? Are you okay with me? Even if I say this now, I can't change it."

That's it, I remember the old days.

I do remember you saying this to Brother Shimizu. The first time I met my brother, I was unconsciously freaked out.

Now I don't think I need to know how you feel about Brother Shimizu. I wondered why this guy would say this, but now that I think about it, I would cower anyone if they felt I was freaked out by the first child I met.

I know what it's like to be cautious.

I opened the eye lid that was closed to my words and raised my moisturized eyes, the next thing I knew, I stared straight at this one.

"All the time, I'll follow you"

Three seconds after I heard that, I was hugging him grandly.

"Nyer, Nyer"

"Geko"

"Haha, it tickles"

The guardian, Wazumi, who plays with Chappie, gave me a zero grin.

"Phew."

Sit in front of me laughing.

The aim is a small black box next to it. With its lid, the cloth stained with red and black showed itself.

If you hold that cloth with one hand because it's not heavy, I look out the lattice window.

"It's a beautiful day..."

Well, I guess I'll go wash your bloodstain in this gap, too.

My period, which lasted until recently, is finally over, and the laundry dries well on a good, sunny day like today. For a while, Chappie and Protector will be dealing with Wazumi, and even if we pack the roots from the start, we can't all breathe. Something that says it's more fun to work if you're a little playful.

But that's not why I spoil it, and it's reasonable if you think of it as a spiritual gas drain.

Stand up with one hand.

Wazumi, playing with the frog & cat, noticed it, walked as she rattled her footsteps with her pet, to the nearby area where I was.

And when he gets to me, he stands on his side as he is, looking down, with his toes and hands together. He begins to bend and stretch his fingers.

I thought, I lifted my face to the lid and pulled the sleeve of my right arm holding the

Choi, what an understated sound effect is likely to be visible and audible.

Damn, that's cute.

All right then.

Do you want to grow on this route?

"I'm gonna get some laundry out, so stay with the chappies."

With a new goal in mind, I rub my little Wazumi's head around and I open it and go out into the hallway.

"Yes, sir"

"All right! I'll get it over with."

He showed his face toward the room until it was critical, and finally closed it gently.

I was jeezy looking at this one with my crushed eyes until Wazumi hid my face, but it kind of tickled me a little. You were like a chick's eye looking at a parent bird going to pick up the bait, not like a abandoned jean dog... alle.

The hallway was as bleak as ever, but the chills I had felt until recently were gone. Spring is near. Spring, I might say. Cherry blossoms haven't blossomed yet, but the cheerfulness is warm and sticks out.

I rubbed my tearful eyes with the hands of the one who didn't have it while enduring the tingling sensation in the back of my nose.

If you go down to the ground floor and get out behind the whorehouse, there's an old well there. The spider's nest will be stretched to the umbrella roof as soon as it is set aside, but it is kept clean thanks to everyone who works here every day. And I have a washboard and a barrel made of wood with bumps on the surface nearby, but I always used it to do laundry.

"Rice - Jiru - is a lovely sticky, tree, ki-bi dough Riramen..."

Sing a song that won't make anyone special, draw the well's water into the bucket today as usual, add rice broth and start laundry work with the gossip in mind.

"Ramen no Ri - Risu Spider, - Eh!

Early in the beginning, my fingertips hurt.

In this day and age, there is no such thing as hand cream, so it is troublesome to get crusty. No matter how good your face is, your hands and feet are rough, your fingernails are covered with dirt, and the brothel has been taught and told that servants and acorns seem grossly dressed.

So after doing this kind of washing, I diluted the Tsubaki oil with water and applied it to my hands.

You have to be careful.

Yeah, but when I wash it, my sleeve falls off. I can't help it. It's a good story to bracket with strings, but honestly, it stinks like a pain in the ass and I can't do it.

Single clothes are not worn dignified in front of customers anyway because they are wet, and because they are like Ningro underwear, it is only wasteful to worry about.

But the fine kimono, on the other hand, is a very annoying substitute for saying that it's already hard to wash, unwrap it all once, put it back in the form of antimatter, wash it with water, and sew it again. But, well, the kimono is like a suit, so the skin stain doesn't attach much due to the fact that it has a mechanism that doesn't touch the skin immediately. I think it is well thought out because the area that comes directly into contact with the skin is quite dizzy and washable.

Ah... well, the raised sleeve is back down again.

"Nogi..."

My ears picked up a small, weak voice as I was rolling again because I had sleeves that had been rolling gradually.

I take my gaze off the washboard and raise my face and check around my neck.

But I still don't see how popular it was because of my mind.

Then I guess it was empty ears.

Or a ghost?

Hey... no kidding. I don't care. I don't care.

And stop pursuing the phenomenon and stick your hands in the bucket to put the wax on the washboard again.

Oh, it feels cold.

"I'm sorry."

No, no, no, I'm hearing you again. Now I hear you clearly.

I think I heard my voice from the barn in the direction now. An old aunt barn that has become like a guillotine every time the door is opened, at a distance that cannot be said to be near or far, about ten steps away. Because of this, my ten brother-in-law Yisa reads Chiyoko. I don't know why.

I interrupt the laundry and wipe my wet hands with water with a kimono, while approaching the barn to find out who the voice I care about from earlier. What if it's really a ghost? La, because of Brother Ribbon I, if Brother Ribbon I hadn't scared me so much back in the day, I would have been fine.

Keep walking slowly making excuses to no one in your chest. Extruded, split and sneaky feet. Step to the ground in rhythm with your arms spread sideways to balance.

Then I could see that the same bucket I was using was half out on the back side of the barn. Could someone be doing the laundry just like me?

Haha, is that right? I knew only humans were there, right?

He strokes his chest down in a ho and around the back of the barn.

There was a large quantity of bamboo hanging on the wall in the back, and he found a shadow as he went ahead without stopping his steps.

"Ah..."

Hair color that looks good in spring.

Peach, or cherry blossom.

A girl like a flower.

On the crate, it was turned into a back seat that could replace a chair, where Aili slept with Suyasuya.