Survive different worlds with the all-purpose skill 'Condiment Creation'! [Web version]

Me and Mr. Fiona were relaxing in the garden of the house as the city of Friesia sparkled with demonic stone illumination.

Sitting next to each other on the lawn, watching the beautiful night sky of another world.

"This is the first time you and Mr. Tatsuya have ever had a bog like this"

If you ask me, I might.

We're always at home together a lot, but basically Mr. Fiona flirts with us, so we're just spoiled.

Sometimes we talk normally, but the vibe is less like a lover.

Either way, because we often satisfy each other's desires, like Mr. Syrup.

Fiona is unusually happy to hold me in her arms and I'm unusually happy to just be hugged.

It sounds good when it comes to expressions of love between lovers, but it can also be called perverts who are true to their desires.

"We've been together a long time at home.

Adventurers, when you're not active, we'll spend the morning and night together. "

"But it's just me, right?

I haven't dated Mr. Tatsuya yet. "

Ms Fiona, with her muffled and pointy mouth, has looked at me with her eyes narrowed.

It will be difficult to go out on a date with Fiona, the princess.

Even if I disguised myself, I don't know where the danger is.

If I were as strong as Mr. Syrup and Tin, I could have gone to the city on a Christmas date.

I don't know what else to do.

My level is 1 and I'm kanst.

In the first place, it's already irregular that we can relax together in Freesia.

Looks like the knight's guarding us in the shadows with the costume, and we have a big fire cat like a watchdog, so I think it's safe in case anything happens.

"I have no choice, because Mr. Fiona is a princess.

Besides, Mr. Fiona is closer to her daughter-in-law than to her lover.

It's more like waiting for me to come home at home than to meet me somewhere and go on a date... "

When I turned my face towards Mr. Fiona, my eyes just overlapped.

There are surprisingly few opportunities to meet Mr. Fiona at close range, as he is usually hugged to sweeten or allowed to sit on his lap.

When I sleep at night, I sleep across the street, but I sleep comfortably and quickly.

Sometimes it's Christmas, Mr. Fiona's atmosphere is different than usual.

It feels like you've suddenly changed from a motherly sister (daughter-in-law) position to a lover.

I was more aware of Mr. Fiona than I had to.

It would be a testament to the authenticity of the heckle to take your gaze off reflexively when it comes to a lover-like atmosphere.

"Oh, when I look at you again... you're embarrassed"

Bewildered by the strange air, I decided to look up at the night sky and delude myself.

At that moment, Mr. Fiona lays his warm hands on my hand, which he left on the lawn.

Unlike me, who immediately turned his face away, he remained calmly staring at me.

"Even your daughter-in-law, if you don't date once in a while, you'll get dissatisfied.

As much as Christmas, can you keep me in the mood for a lover?

The word I fear most in the world, 'dissatisfaction'.

Because I haven't been with him in 32 years. It's a recoil, and I still don't see where I can be confident.

Neither Tin nor Mr. Lienbell nor Mr. Fiona know why you like me.

It's super hectic but perverted, cheating habits, being an adventurer but too weak, etc......

Self-analysis is complete when the only element satisfying is the stomach.

For this reason, I feel like I'm going away when I'm spoken of as' dissatisfied ', and my mind is disturbed all at once.

"Chi, it's not, Mr. Fiona is an important lover.

I'm new to spending Christmas with women, I just don't know what to do.

Unlike usual, it's a grown-up atmosphere, and, hey, um... I can't even look at you. "

It is The Heckle.

I can honestly beat this up on my lover because I'm a child.

In fact, if you think Osama, 32, is saying, the darkness will turn into a deeper case than you can shake it off even on a holy night.

"I don't mind one by one.

It's a special night every year. "

Usually a new pattern of suddenly dictating to me, even though it keeps my body so close to me to express my affection.

Maybe he's creating a sweet atmosphere in a way that suits me as a child.

To feel loved and loved by each other and to share the best memories.

Is this... the power of the Holy Night?

Feeling the sacred Christmas power, Mr. Fiona pointed to the night sky.

Swallow in a lovely atmosphere, I check the night sky.

"Look at that star, isn't it like croquette?

"... you do have a round star and you look like a croquette"

From the Holy Night, though, I think it's changed to the Night of Appetite.

Still, Mr. Fiona was cute appealing to the innocent smile and croquetry look.

The warmth of the hands that are layering me also creates a strange sense of security.

"It's like a hot dog over there."

Mr. Fiona pointed to a collection of elongated stars that were next door.

"Hmm, that's more of a copepan than a hot dog.

I don't see the wiener part. "

For some reason, my grades are tough.

Even myself, at times like this, I think it's better for them.

"So what about those glowing stars over there with truffles?

As she weighed herself against her layered hands, Mr. Fiona came up to me. [M]

I find it really pitiful that you would pull your body reflexively to avoid it as a dodgy.

Why am I avoiding Fiona when it's Christmas?

I'm going to look for the stars to establish a conversation, thinking they'll misunderstand me if I don't pack a little more distance between my hearts.

But I didn't know a star shining like a truffle.

If you look carefully, you don't see any particularly glowing stars.

"Erm......, right.

I think that's a truffle. "

Leverage your earlier reflections and now succeed in adapting to your opponent.

It is very important that we agree with our partners.

"So what does this star look like?

I slowly turned around thinking I had been changed to a problem that would be tried.

At that moment, it solidifies to breath.

Because at such close range that I couldn't even look away, I had eyes to eyes with Mr. Fiona, who had become a frown.

"Finally, you've seen me"

I can squeeze my hand like I'm holding an overlapping hand.

He stared at me at a distance where I could suddenly kiss him, and my head was white.

Fiona's gentle smile attracts me to fascination.

"I know that Mr. Tatsuya is shy, and he's a lighter.

But look at me once in a while. "

"Ha... yes"

It completely distracts me from Mr. Fiona's eyes as she is sucked in.

He guided me through everything and created a sweet atmosphere between lovers.

He is kind enough to envelop me and make me sweet at all times.

He still stares at me with a gentle eye and feels like he's being seen through everything in his heart.

"Instead of Christmas presents, can you listen to my very best?

Mr. Fiona, who said so, leaned his head against my chest and brought it down.

When he is baffled by a lawn cushion, he is crushed by Mr. Fiona's attractive body and his whole body is out of strength.

Lonely Fiona is often sweet.

Because I always get a helo, I just end up being spoiled.

You don't have to listen to Mr. Fiona's wishes like that.

You're deliberately putting your face to my chest because I want you to stroke my head.

I asked Mr. Fiona to continue her lead so far, a holy night without heckles.

If I don't show a little bit of the good, I'm going to be really captured by the affection.

Now I can't think of a life without Mr. Fiona, a chunk of motherhood.

When I come home, I want Mr. Fiona to welcome me!

To stroke Mr. Fiona's head, he moves his right hand, which is no longer in power.

No one looks at the sloppy, trembling hands.

Mr. Fiona, who keeps waiting, closes her eyes and waits for my right hand.

Even in a trembling way that also comes with the vibration function of the smartphone, I diligently close it to Mr. Fiona's head.

I don't care if it's just a holy night, I'll be reborn into a man.

Not until yesterday, when I was on the side where I could stroke my head.

I'll stroke the woman's head and take care of her "ok ok", she'll be like a good-looking person!

Today only!!!!

There's nothing impossible about me showing a man's determination.

Gently put your right hand on Mr. Fiona's head and gently nadenade her head.

As they always do to Mr. Fiona.

Occasionally, Mr. Fiona laughs couscous because the vibration function is activated and shivers at high speeds.

Still, unusual sweet Mr. Fiona's exhale leaks, and my perverted power heats up.

No longer, my right hand switches to automatic maneuvering on its own, just stopping the tremor and continuing to stroke my head.

"Tonight...... can I stay asleep?

"I'll just stroke a few more, so you have to go back to your room and sleep.

If you sleep in the garden, you'll catch a cold. "

"Already. When I say this, I give you permission.

Don't break the mood.

I'm not really going to sleep either. "

"Hey, I'm sorry..."

"As punishment, stroke your head more.

Lots of... please stroke me. "

I kept stroking Fiona's head when she turned sweet.

There's a pain running that's going to make me muscle ache early, but I don't mind if that's about it and Mr. Fiona's happy with it.

To apologize for breaking the mood, I'm going to keep stroking my arm until it breaks.

Hopefully for Mr. Fiona, the memory of the Holy Night will be a good one.