... I couldn't sleep after that and went straight to work at the Magic Inn.
I usually go with Jill, but when I see him face to face, he's going to die of shame or something, so I'm going with my father. My father looked at my complexion and seemed worried, but I smiled and misled him that it was okay.
So I went to the lab, and I greeted you, Cecil, and I sat there in a chair, and I blurted out at the surgical ceremony that was just given to me on confirmation. But I don't care about the brain miso right now for information from my sight, and now I'm very busy because I'm going to play what happened last night creeping up behind my brain.
"I'm better than Liz thinks, I'm a man. Much more than you think... a violent, unscrupulous person '
... much lower than I know, a sweet voice that seems to shatter my hips. I just remembered it. It's amazing.
Always Jill was calm and gentle with me and never came in such a forceful way to touch me. I used to treat children all the time.
Doesn't that sound like I'm... excited about being heterosexual?
... Chi, no, right? Um, that was an occasional Hing ride, wasn't it, impulsive stuff?
'Cause I've been with you since you were a kid, and you've been adored as a kid, and they've seen you sleep with a belly round anything. I can't believe I see it as heterosexual now.
... No, but if you were looking at it as heterosexual, you could explain Jill's boy-like expression and glance from time to time.
I don't think it's possible to think about it as a heterosexual... I'm an adult now, and I have quite a few women's bodies, so instinctively, there will be men looking for them.
Jill said I was defenseless, and that kind of impulse worked in that defenseless place. Well, that's how it's decided.
"... Hey, if you don't want to work, go home"
I'm bored enough to want to hold my head, Cecil, who was working on the side, you bump a chilling voice.
My work hand stopped long ago, and I was about to jerk off the surgically painted paper.
"I'm fine, you know, I just couldn't sleep a bit. I'll work now."
"It's rare that you can't sleep in public."
"Rude, isn't it?"
Cecil, I'd like to know your image of me. Cecil, it's about you, so I think I'm going to say ahoy boy, dangerous, defenseless, defenseless.
Undefensible, Cecil told me that before, right? Cecil, do you also have that kind of urge or something?... to me...?
No way, and when I shook my head, Cecil sighed, "Um," he mistook it for something that he was behaving like a temperament.
"It's not a rush job, so if you're not feeling well, go home"
"Heh, I'm fine!
It's not like there's anything abnormal about your health, so it's counter-productive to sue with a gesture of your body because you want to somehow convey that. Ningro increasingly, Cecil, your eyebrows are dropping by.
"Then do something about that hot face."
"... you have no fever"
This isn't about having a fever, it's about remembrance shame. If I remember yesterday, then my face would be red. There is no such thing as being forced to look at me as a woman.
"Is that true? I can't trust you because you're so impotent."
I'm totally suspicious, Mr. Cecil, and he's not going to believe what I'm saying and doing, so I'm going to walk over to him.
Thought you could pull your cheeks and force me to repatriate "I'm sorry, ho," Cecil, you touch my forehead with a slightly distracting face and scratch up your hung forehead. And then, Cecil, raise your own forehead.
Stick, and stick with nothing that blocks each other's foreheads.
"Hmm...... that's kinda hot. And there's a neighborhood."
Unlike Jill, a carefree low voice.
I don't think he has any other intention, Cecil. You don't like being near him.
I know he didn't mean it, but it was very close, Cecil, I smelled you, and the exhalation hit my skin. To the posture and distance that overlaps with yesterday's situation, you become aware of Cecil in front of you without a response.
... Why are you aware of this? Cecil, you've been on my side since you were little. Even though there was a time smaller than mine. But I grew up sometime.
When you went out last time, Cecil, it fit in your arm, but it was so big, I was disappointed. I knew it was a boy. That's what I thought.
... When I remember that, I get all the more embarrassed and my cheeks bring out heat in unintentional directions.
Why are you so conscious of me? I would have been able to hold you and touch you until now. There's nothing weird about it!
But when you think about it, you become aware of the opposite, and it's hard to see a nearby face, and for some reason, your vision is slightly distorted.
I'm not crying, but my tear glands were only slightly loose due to shame and dampening my eyes.
When I endured the feeling of embarrassment and not sure because I couldn't describe the words well, she realized something was wrong with me, Cecil. You were seeing this one and it was solidifying.
It's something that freezes with your forehead stuck together, so stay close, and stay in shape. Cecil, I hear you've been finding out there's a problem with your posture, too, and you were twitching and blushing.
"Wow, sorry, that... that was close"
Let go slowly, not in a hurry, Cecil. You're confused, too. You must be confused because I'm usually flat out.
Ningro, I'm the one who's confused, and I don't know why I'm such a girl's reaction. Isn't this a very beginner girl? Nothing, I'm not so beginner, and I think you're the one who's rubbing.
"Yes, no. I'm sorry I had to worry about you."
We're ashamed of each other, and we can hardly look at each other. Cecil, you'll be having trouble with my reaction, and I'm making Cecil weirdly aware of you as a boy with me.
No one would have assumed that we would end up in this state.
"... you're weird. Normally, I'd stick around and laugh."
"That hurts me too"
Even I understand myself without being told. I can't figure out why you're so upset. Is it because of this unnameable feeling?
Cecil, although there was something I wanted to ask you about your image of me, I'm patient because if I stuffed it up now, I'm kind of dying.
I wanted to distance myself in order to calm down, and I tend to lean over and get up on the couch so I can escape. Let's just calm down, Cecil. There's nothing wrong with you. If I calm down, Cecil will be able to deal with you normally without any suspicion.
Calm down. Me, take a deep breath.
"Hey."
"Pi!?
I was trying to calm my heart by myself, Cecil, but you seem to care how I am. Close to me and put your hands on my shoulder. That leaked odd voices from the back of my throat, which in another way was making my heart bulge.
Cecil, you rush to rub your back on me, too, after a moment of stuffing and choking. Whose fault is this... No, Cecil. It's not your fault, it's my fault for the instability.
I repeatedly breathed shallow in the back of my back as I semi-cryed and managed to cough up. However, extra heart pain has been added.
Even though I'm not exercising, I'm already snooping around, Cecil, and I've been anxiously peeking into this one because I think you obviously felt strange. You don't seem to realize it adds to my shame.
"... if I did something, I'd apologize"
"No, Cecil, you're not bad!
He cared about me for being suspicious of behavior to see, and he seems to be sick of Ning Ro wondering if he's bad.
Beh, nothing, Cecil. Though I shake my head and deny it because it's not your fault, Cecil, you're still caring. Cecil, you're a disgusting type if you're not clear, so you'll be sorry if you don't find out why.
That's why delusions are hard to work with.
"Cecil, you're not bad, it's Jill that's bad..."
"So Jill did something to you, so you're aware of me, too?
"Ahhh."
And if you let the extra thing slip out of your mouth a little bit, you'll see the whole picture from it, and I have the acumen that I'm only agile with right now.
Cecil, you don't hesitate to stare at me if I'm being poked in the core from the beginning. Even now I'm ashamed of that gaze, but I'm sorry about this, Mr. Cecil, but I've lined up next door to question you. This, then, will not escape......
"Look, spit it all out"
... Apparently, it's impossible to escape. My dialogue seems to have increased my willingness to pursue the cause further.
So, but maybe this is a good opportunity if you think about it. Perhaps you can explain what it's like to be a man I didn't understand, Cecil.
When I glanced at him in horror, he almost sued me with eyes telling me to talk fast with a straight face.... I'm ashamed to talk about this.
"Oh, of.... Do you like to kiss mark guys?
"Ha!?
When I asked you what you doubted, Cecil, you were peeling your eyes off. Then I shook my voice and groaned, "He..." So it looks like Jill's place seemed clear.
"Kee, I still know you want to kiss me..."
"... you were kissed and scarred, right?
"Kiss is safe because it was the end of your lips."
"Out. Ahoy."
"Ugh."
I got a chop on the top of my head.
It hurts, and you grab my shoulder with no expression, Cecil, rubbing where you're hit. I thought you were gonna scold me, and I was staring around my neck. Maybe you have eyes on places you can imagine with a kiss mark.
"Where is it? It's been marked."
There's no way you can lie to a flat voice without jokes or spills. Indicate with your index finger around the middle of the neck and clavicle where Jill's lips left marks. Therefore, before going out in the morning, I checked the time of dressing, so I confirmed that there was a lot of congestion.
I'm afraid the opposite is true of faceless, Mr. Cecil, and I'll see where I've shown you from the top of your clothes.
If you keep your eyes slightly tight, Cecil, your fingertips will glow pale. I could feel the slightest magic reaction, that it was a cure.
A warm sensation, it brings a slight clasp and eventually returns to the normal sensation. Cecil, you let go of your finger at the same time.
"... well, maybe it's gone, check back later"
You look subtly grumpy, Cecil, because it's depressing. I took one button off and peeked in wondering if it was really healing, and it was back on my beautiful refreshing, proud white skin.
"That's why you're telling me to check back later!
"Oh, sorry"
Cecil, who was at close range, scolds you and shrinks, and Cecil sighs heavily. This fool must not be out of his mind to be whining about something quite rude or something.
"... that's why I'm defenseless ahhh. Don't you think I'm gonna do something?"
"Se, Cecil, you?
Something to do… for example, if you approach me like Jill, or something?
Uh, Cecil, are you coming to me? Cecil, if you're like Jill... I mean, if you've come close to holding me, sucking my skin, kissing me,
Yes, no, Cecil on the boulder. You're like that, but Cecil is a boy, too, and is it possible...? Even though I was only approached because of Jill, if Cecil forced me on top of that, I would still be the best.
Think about it, it's going to flake my head a lot, and it's going to come around gently to my eyes. Why are you so conscious when you don't usually think like this?
... I can't believe I'm more gender conscious now.
Seems you've been watching, Cecil, and you're rushing to stroke your head at me for a mess of thought about holding your head in.
"Okay, sorry, it seems better not to speak like this to you right now"
"Yes, I'm fine! I am so normal!
Yes, I hope you're not aware, Cecil, and neither are you and Jill. Yes, if we deal with it as usual, I'm sure we won't do this every now and then.
I assure you, Cecil, with a little rough breath, you don't believe me. He sent me a dazzling look at Ning Luo and others.
"Liar. Then stay as normal as you are."
I didn't understand what you were talking about. Before I understood correctly, did I say I was moved to action?
Grabbed me by the shoulder, drawn to me.
If you notice, your vision is stained in your shirt, Cecil. Your sight, Cecil, your sense of smell, your smell, besides your touch, Cecil, your temperature or your muscles, they're filled with stuff like that.
Late, Cecil, I dived from your face into your chest, and you realize it.
Of course the killer is Cecil, but that Cecil you do nothing more than that. I'm not even going to hug you, it's just that you have a big hand on your head.
Thanks to you, I was able to afford to think and I was confused the other way around.
Why are you in such a position? No, I know that's trying me out, but Cecil, who usually shows a reluctant bareback with a hug, is yourself?
Cecil, although you won't hold me tight, I'm pretty sure I'm stuck. It's a paradoxical feeling that you calm down but not because of it. Cecil, your smell is very calming, but I'm embarrassed to say it's bad for my heart when I'm in my current mental state.
I don't hate it, but I'm so embarrassed. It's true that if you really don't know why it's good, you're not going to act, if you're not willing to reject it, you're not willing to hug it, and you just need it in the same position.
Still, I wanted to do something about it, Auntie and Cecil. When I looked up at you, Cecil, you were Cecil, holding your face down with you and looking diagonally up. Skin with no hidden palms is sure to be no less red than mine.
"... go crazy"
You whine softly, Cecil, and you scratch your own head with mine.
"You're a woman, you're creepy."
"And it's rude! Some places I'm a girl too!
"That's what they're reminding me right now, and I'm going crazy. Ahoy!
That dialogue is a true demonstration of Cecil's inability to afford you, and our faces are boiled to an inexplicable embarrassment, even though we don't even know why Cecil is here. Cecil, you've obviously lost sight and divulged all sorts of thoughts like "Damn" and "Shit."
I was unnecessarily stirred up with shame when I found out it was all for real because of that word.
When we groan without leaving each other for a while, the sound of a fuzzy knock on the door.
"Hey Liz, are you feeling all right?
It was Cecil who reacted as quickly as possible to his father's voice, which he heard through the door. Grab my shoulder at a rate close to half-reflection, and pull me away from what I was capable of.
Look at my half tearful face and whine "damn" or something again, then go back to your desk dedicated to Cecil, as I panicked. I'm the same person who wants to act like nothing happened in front of my father, and I'm going to gently magically cool my lit cheeks in an attempt to cool them down.
My father would look at me and frown as soon as we entered the room using each of our cover-ups.
"... Isn't it hot as you wish?
"Or maybe."
When I replied a little deviantly because my father and I had difficulty gazing at each other, I was surprised at the look on my face. I don't care what you do, Cecil. You cover for me while I'm in trouble.
"Right, so take him quick"
"Didn't you move too, you're blushing?"
"Maybe, I'll cut up work early and go to bed"
I'm telling you, Cecil, you're Cecil, and your face remains red. Around blaming the fever for that too. I think you're better at lying than me.
Instead of gazing at your father, you don't even face him, Cecil. My father hoisted the corner of his mouth just a little after comparing me to you Cecil...... I felt it.
"You didn't have a particularly rushed job. Then I'll give Liz a break in the office and take her home. Look, let's go, Liz."
"Wow."
While I don't know what that means, my father will hold me off the couch and I will be flanked. My father, who lifts me up lightly, is very manly, but I don't mean to be like you two every now and then. I have trouble with my real father from time to time.
'Take care of yourself, then,' Cecil groans, 'as your father tries to keep the room behind you,' he lifted easily. In response to that word, my father now unquestionably hoisted the edge of his mouth.
"Oh yes, Cecil. Don't be too mean to my daughter."
The sound of paper crushing all the way behind me. Probably paperwork or something.... Mr. Cecil, it's hard to fix that then...
My father seemed as happy as he had spotted everything. The question was bigger than the shame of my father... wondering why he knew something had happened.
Cecil, your father just left the spot behind before something of yours exploded.... or are you accustomed to the way you handle it?
Keep it up. Your father will hold you and you will proceed to the office. I'm embarrassed because my gaze pierces me, but I'm in the same condition as it is because my father isn't going to let me down.
"No, Cecil's in color, too."
Father going flat through his gaze, he's going to smile.... To my father, Cecil, you may also be like a child in a way that I've been taking care of since I was a little girl. In fact, even when I was an adult, the treatment was like making fun of or adoring children.
"... Cecil, you're not bad, because I was crazy today"
"Well, it's been crazy in the morning. Something happened with Jill yesterday."
"... I can't tell my father"
... I would definitely be mad at my father if I told you. Father, I'm the one who wears the bullies around there.... I'm trying to instigate an interesting half against you, Cecil, but I guess it's because I know it's impossible for you personally. I think I'd be angry if I actually did.
I really don't want to make secrets to my parents, but there are many circumstances that I can't even tell you, so I just have to do a lot more this time.
I just thought you'd scold me for shutting my mouth, but my father just laughs bitterly.
"Well, I'm not forced to reveal a woman's secret. If you don't want to tell me, I won't ask."
I blinked and looked up, and my tearful father's wink came home. I would have looked better if I hadn't even continued to say "I learned from Selene".
Maybe I have a past where I was curious and my mother stuffed me up and pissed me off. And my mother says she's scared if she's clean, because this is my father talking, so I'm sure.
As surprising as it may be, my father used to seem more jealous. I like it, but I'm obsessed. Now it's time for my mother to bake more yakimochi, but I think my father used to bake more yakimochi on my mother.
But well, such a father is still loving and attractive. Many of the surrounding eyes that are poking at me now also contain envy from women.
He's a beauty and a young man, the head of the House of Magic. I can also snort what I admire. I just don't have a single piece of paper to get into because I'm a loving wife.
"I'm just worried about you as a parent. If I can't, why don't you talk to Selene?
Sometimes it doesn't happen to a father who laughs and drops a kiss on his forehead because we're always worried about Liz.
Instead, I felt warm that they loved me properly, and I slackened my cheeks and nodded yes.