I can hear the sound of motion on my thighs and gently stroke my hands.
I was so nervous about Mr. Marr yesterday that I barely slept.
I'm happy for you, but don't attack me in the morning.
Sometimes carriage travel from Freesia lasted a day in a row, and you have more of a burden on your body than you think.
Desert countries with exciting swimsuit beauties are overburdened with heart, and I just want some more rest.
He twists his body without opening his eyes, hands off and turns his back on Mr. Marr.
Then, from behind, "Senior Bell, eh," I heard Mr. Marr dreaming of happiness.
I've been gently stroking my hands because I'm sweet on Mr. Leanbelle in my dreams?
I'm confused and in trouble.
It's enough to sleep in a bed with you, and I was hoping for a pulse. You sound like an idiot.
Mr. Marr, who continues to sleep happily, keeps moving.
Imagine Mr. Marr flirting with Mr. Lienbell in his dreams, nature and consciousness awaken him.
I just want you to let me see what kind of movement you're making.
After that, I will process it in our brains.
When you move your body slowly and lean back so as not to wake Mr. Marr, you are surprised that Mr. Marr was closer than expected and your body is stiff at once.
Sleep down with Niyaniya. Who will drool? Mr. Marr is adorable and has laid his hand on my heso.
I accidentally close my eyes to a vivid rubbing motion.
Mr. Marr's sleeping words keep coming closer and closer to his body.
A sweet voice in one ear, "Bersenpai", goes through the ear and enters the brain.
All biological defenses were destroyed and fell into the sensation of being dominated by the body.
Chiu.
It was a moment.
Something touched my cheek for a moment.
A shock I've never felt in 32 years of my life.
Searching in my head doesn't give me a clear answer.
All brain programs are displayed with errors and a warning sound sounds.
In the brain memory I've been saving, I can't process it due to lack of capacity.
Automatically, Mr. Lienbell's tundele voice memory blew up, Mr. Fiona's breast folder was destroyed, and the tin punchilla folder disappeared.
Instead, an oversized Mr. Marr folder is created and only one memory is remembered.
Is this memory true?
Oh, no way, that can't be right.
Get out of the navel rub play and jump out of bed in a hurry.
Sleepy Mr. Marr turns around and shows his butt over the bikini, but not now.
I head banking at high speed and feel the wind on my face without touching my cheeks with my own hands.
From feeling cold on some of the cheeks, it turns out to be wet.
Considering that there was a voice in your ear on the verge of the incident, you get to the truth of the memory left in your brain memory.
For the first time in my life, I was kissed by a woman.
Not a mouth and a mouth, but I wonder if I'll be pregnant.
Sometimes I've been rubbed in the navel to celebrate my two loving children, and my honeymoon with Mr. Marr gets imagined.
Your parents gave you permission, and you stayed at your parents' house.
If the other world also has a culture of delivering marriage, I want to go to the bureau and notify them as soon as possible.
When I think of the shock of a kiss, I can no longer be there, whether I'm there or standing.
There is no path left but to run out at all costs.
Momentum pops out of Mr. Marr's house and runs out at full speed.
It doesn't matter if the beauty in the swimsuit is wearing a microbikini.
I don't care if someone is posing as a female leopard.
I don't care more that the guy in the boomerang pants is leaping.
Mr. Marr, who is not interested in men because of his lily attribute, can't possibly kiss me for free.
You should think normally and think there's something behind it.
You want me to decipher the hidden message, which is hard to say against the face.
It's all right, Mr. Marr.
I've already figured out what the message is.
Where I kept running and headed without rest was the Adventurer Guild.
Sometimes early in the morning, there are still just a few officials and adventurers.
Slipped through between officials in swimsuits and opened the door to the demolition yard.
While there are still few demolishers, find Mr. Tia.
Tia, who stretches to avoid injury, opens her legs to open her big crotch in her swimsuit.
He's slowly knocking his torso down to show off the valley of his chest, but not if he's craving his sister's exciting appearance now.
Even though you noticed me and smiled at me, all you could do was give it back to me with a straight face.
Your brother has something to take precedence over his sister now.
"Tia, you can just buy the Ice Demon Stone with this"
With that said, grab the gold coin and hand it over.
"Oh, what?! What are you buying so much for?
This country's hot, so the guild's full of stock, but no one's buying this much, huh?
Rich people don't think about it later. It's what they buy.
I learned it from the tin, so I'm pretty sure.
"We need it in a hurry, so get it ready as soon as possible.
I'll leave you the frog for today. "
Leave to make pyramids with 100 frogs.
It's an operation to attract the adventurer's attention by decorating the giant frog beautifully, and Mr. Tia gets noticed.
You can't miss the operation that you thought about with Mr. Marr.
By the time the beautiful pyramid was ready, Mr. Tia prepared a large quantity of ice demon stones for me.
I get an ice demon stone from Tia, who opens her big mouth pokangly and looks out at the frog, and hurries to get after the demolition yard.
Keep it firmly dismantled without a relaxing view.
I think it worked great because it was brought to my attention by my colleagues early.
When I returned to Mr. Marr's house at full speed, Grandpa and Grandma were awake.
If we get married, we'll be grandparents, so we'll give them the remaining egg sandwiches in the item box.
Because I know feeding is the number one way to maintain good relations with people from different worlds.
My grandfather says, "Oh, this is new again..." but I don't have time to listen slowly.
It makes a bad impression, but ignores the reaction of the two of us and stands in Mr. Marr's room.
As usual, Mr. Marr, sleeping in bed, said his sleeping words swallowing.
With a happy look, "Senior Bell, why don't you give me a minute - eheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheh"
I must be dreaming of rubbing Mr. Leanbell's boobs because he's grabbing the pillow and momming.
I'm so jealous.
At the same time, I was sure I was right.
Actually, something was hitting my arm when I was being kissed.
It wasn't a soft shock like Tin or Mr. Fiona, but those were definitely lactating tits.
I'm still dreaming of boobs, so I'm sure boobs and kisses are involved.
If we find out so far, everyone will understand the message.
He wants a mouthful of ice cream as sweet as a kiss, made of milk coming out of cow's tits.
He even sent me a message using the chest, which is a complex.
I guess it's a man who meets expectations.
You must have wanted to send a thank you with cold ice cream to your family living in a desert-like hot country.
It takes Mr. Marr's kindness to the chest, removes the cookware needed to make the ice cream from the item box, and immediately proceeds to the production of the ice cream.
1. Add the milk, sugar and eggs to the pan and mix them over low heat to avoid burning
2. Grate from the fire when thickened, put in a large vessel and let cool
3. Add a little whipped raw cream and chocolate chips.
4. Mix while cooling with ice demon stone and complete
By rapidly freezing with massively bought ice demon stones, chocolate chip ice cream was quickly completed.
The reason I put the chocolate chips in was because of the breast chikub (self weight
It doesn't make any particular sense to just put it in because you think it's better to have something like a protuberance.
I really wanted to put something cherry colored in it.
There were no other substitutes and I put in a black chocolate chip.
I'm sorry it came with some kind of black image, I want you to forgive me because it's delicious.
When the ice cream is ready, Mr. Marr wakes up in good time.
He rubs his sleepy eyes with his gossip and hands to wake up his body, bobbing with half eyes.
Quickly, I split the ice cream into smaller vessels and handed it to Mr. Marr with a small spoon.
Did Mr. Marr feel good about the cold ice cream, he closes both eyes.
The girl's alarmed appearance is cowardly.
Sometimes Mr. Marr always looks healthy, and the sleepy look has a huge gap.
You'll usually be healed by an outrageous figure you can't even imagine.
"Hmm...... cold"
"It's ice cream, right?
I added more chocolate chips, so I kept less sugar. "
"... yeah, thanks"
I don't think he understands what that means, but I guess he wants to sleep and isn't willing to talk.
I used to come to work on the Adventurer Guild every morning on the 1st ride, but I'm probably the weak type in the morning.
Mr. Marr, who opened his thin eyes, tried to shrug the ice cream with a spoon.
The cold, hardened ice cream can't easily collapse, and the spoon doesn't go any further.
I guess I can't help myself well when I wake up.
When you muck at an ice cream that doesn't collapse at all, your mouth turns to the word 'hee'.
He switches it so that he can grip the spoon and spoons it into the ice cream a little bit.
When I stabbed him in the scoop to the end so that the ice cream was in half, he made it even smaller from there.
Rubbing his sleepy eyes along the way, he slowly transported them to his mouth as he cut them to size enough to ride a small spoon.
"Huh?! Hey, what?
It melts in my mouth.
I've never seen anything like it before. "
I've never been kissed before, either, by a woman.
Because it was such a shock that the brain memory smashed.
"It's a sweet, cold dessert ice cream.
It's not good for your stomach if you eat too much, so it's one a day. "
"Er... no. I want more."
Don't make a sweet voice because the ice cream is sweet.
I think it's because you're awake and your head isn't working, but it's so exciting.
Even I put up with the kiss. [M]
I know you'll never get it, so I'm just not telling you.
"No, I didn't even eat breakfast."
"Ice cream is good for all breakfast.
Please, hey. "
Unlike the usual Mr. Marr, he's going to be swallowed up in a sober atmosphere.
You can't just stare me in the eye.
He points it to appeal to the lips he's been kissing, and he attacks it with his upper hand.
You haven't woken up completely yet, or your eyes that haven't opened double, making you look like an adult.
Can you refuse to give your tongue a bit of a grown-up trick to dampen your lips?
As time passes that we just stare at each other, we feel like friends who have sworn eternal love.
If you keep your eyes closed, you might be able to kiss me with your mouth this time.
Slowly the door of the room opens as you drop your gaze on Mr. Marr's lips.
Grandpa and Grandma peeked in to eat in, with a niggly face............ What?!
By the time I turned around, it was too late.
He was completely witnessed to the sweet atmosphere and had a very happy look on his face.
Mr. Marr tilts his neck to his surprise when I find his grandparents.
My brain hasn't woken up and I guess I haven't noticed yet.
Slowly turning toward the door, Mr. Marr said, "Hit?!," he said with a surprising voice.
"What are Ziggy and Barba doing!!
Don't look at me suddenly, don't be surprised. "
"No, no, I'm sorry.
I've had a really good vibe since last night, so I thought I'd stick around. "
"Mr. Jae, that's a promise I won't tell you.
Adults are the ones who pretend not to notice.
It's good to see my grandson's face soon. "
If it's adults pretending not to notice, why are you looking at it now?
Even if I heard the sound of the bed, it was the sound of my heart shaking.
I wasn't encouraging you to make kids.
"I didn't do anything, I just slept with you!
Oh, you know, because that's not what I meant by sleeping.
We're just enemies.
It's never going to be a relationship!
Mr. Marr's voice, who eloquently elucidates, was also vain and could never solve the misunderstanding between Grandpa and Grandma.
I tried to persuade him, unwillingly, but the result was the same.
They think we're both blindfolded, and the story stays in parallel all the time.
Seeing him desperately deny it, I realized that I would never really stick with Mr. Marr.
I took my first kiss, so I think I should take proper responsibility...