Tensei Shitanode Tsugi Koso wa Shiawasena Jinsei wo Tsukande Misemashou

And Jill's birthday I picked up.

Jill was honestly happy to loosen her cheeks as she was called by various people to celebrate in the morning. My cheeks were subtly drawn when Ruby was smiling and celebrating, but what was blown in?

I was a little nervous when my father was calling me, and he seemed to be telling me something important, although it was a voice I couldn't hear. He had a slightly stronger face since he broke up with his father, but he looked at me and grinned hastily.

"Happy Birthday, Jill"

"Thank you"

Words that would have been hung many times today, still Jill breaks his hips when he breaks up heartily and happily. Even if it was me who would be happier than when I was called out, I'd be out of my husband's profit, but is Jill too good for me?

"Hehe, Jill is twenty-four years old, too."

"As long as it hurts in your ear. It's not even the year to be celebrated..."

"Wouldn't that be nice once a year?"

Jill is seen younger than her real age because of her youthful and not child-faced but slightly neutral face. Of course, masculinity is also in appearance, but it may be seen neutrally because of its calm waist.

Jill like that, she's twenty-four years old.

A year from now, ten years will pass from adulthood. Think of it, eleven years have gone by since I started spending time with Jill. We were young together when we met, but now we're grown up.

... Well I became childish, but still we changed. Jill grew taller and had a moderately thin but masculine figure.

The arms of witchcraft have also stretched with a glare, and are now secretly famous as one of the premier powerful men in the Magic Academy. Sometimes I teach my father, and it's not weird to be his successor, or anything.

I'm proud of that, but I also feel a little bit lonely that Jill has gone a long way. Besides, the man who earned the unusual title of honor is sometimes told by a woman that she looks like her strength.

I won't talk to Jill because he's free. After that, Jill apologizes for some reason, so the wonder and hoarding also goes down.

"So, it's a birthday present,"

Thoughts are getting out of line, so let's get back to it.

That's why it's Jill's birthday, and it's the day to celebrate Jill. Jill tends to shy away, but even Jill should be celebrated, and you can have Jill, as I've received gifts so far.

"I don't have to."

"Uh, it's not stuff... well, I was thinking of fulfilling Jill's favor for one day today"

"... please, is it?

"Ha. Jill doesn't say much about hope and I don't say very much about it, so hit me. Today we have Jill."

Eh, let me see your chest stretched.

Jill doesn't have a lot of appetite, or he doesn't really get things done. Well, as a squire, I guess that's good, but as far as I'm concerned, I always take care of you and I want you to count on me. Except for the fact that it's a big problem that I don't rely on.

So it's okay for Jill to say all I can about this day. If I can do anything, I can do anything.

Please be fully sweet, if you look at Jill willingly... this sight dropped my sigh. Around holding your forehead, I'm reminiscent of you yesterday, Cecil.

"... I don't even intend to be intact, but shouldn't Master Liz be a little more alert?

"... uh, not like during this time"

Cecil, it's time for you and Jill to figure out what you wanted to say, and I gently shake my head as I notice my cheeks with a fever.

Oh, if you asked me to do something like that night, I can't give you a little fulfillment. I don't think Jill's going to say that in daylight, and I don't think he's going to ask a boulder to do that.

"Okay. Now, take your time with Liz for the day, please."

"... to?

"I have forgiveness for Master Velph, so please stay on your side for the day. If I could split your time, so be it."

"... is that good?

I was a little anxious about what Jill would ask for...... too light a favor popped out of Jill's mouth.

I thought it was something more specific... Jill just asked me to stay on his side. Well, I've spent a little less time on the side than I used to, but I'm still on the side. I can't believe I wish for something like that every day.

"You can be greener, can't you?

"I'm still greedy. I mean, Liz will be there all day."

"You're saying I'm restless."

"... because I'm the cause, but we haven't had much time together lately. If you let me stay by your side, I'll heal you."

I feel like they're throwing up a very sweet word.

... Is that enough for me to be healed? But I would be healed if I were on the side of my loved ones, too, and perhaps if I were on my side that would be at the top of the list of priorities in Jill......

I decided to snort, worried about whether this was really a good idea, to a much more modest wish.

"Did you really not have to go somewhere?

Execute the message and relax on the couch in my room, but Jill didn't want to go out or anything. Abnegation or whatever... I wonder if this is a good thing if we should be together in the room.

The person had a really neat face, and when he and I met each other, he broke his license.

"Yeah, I'd be happy enough to be on Liz's side."

"Oh, that's a big deal. You could have wanted more."

"Is it good?

I was wondering if you'd shy away from your previous attitude, and now you're staring at me for shaking your eyes a little to your expectations.

I don't know what Jill thinks, but you're not going to tell me such a big deal. You won't be unscrupulous because of Jill's character, and if you were to say it, you'd be the first to say it.

"That's what I can do, right?

"Come here, then"

I guess it's not that much of a demand to invite you with a smile.

Jill darkens her grin even more when she sits perfectly next to her, eliminating the distance she was opening as she was told. It's easy to understand and delightful, so maybe it's true that I'm just happy to be on the side. Hey, I'm embarrassed.

What is it? and the same gentle grin if I ask, approaching a distance that was likely to touch. I kind of mumble because I just tilt my neck to soften my eyes.

"May I touch it?

"... if it's a normal way of touching"

"Then don't hesitate"

Can I touch it?

I don't hate being touched. Well, I'm embarrassed to be able to expand like this other night, but I like it warm and comfortable for what I can normally touch. Did Jill, too, think so?

Jill leaned her neck toward me because she didn't know how to touch me. No, I tilted my body slightly diagonally, tilted my neck, and put it on my shoulder.

Jill weighs in slightly with her ears just above her shoulders so she can feel it. Naturally colored hair hits the cheeks slightly and stings.

"... Jill?

"Do you want me to be sweet?

There is no looking back, just a slightly pranky voice whining my words as words Jill, my cheeks loose a little bit.

He was always leaning on me, but Jill leans on me today. Is it comfortable inside to have it sweet? Now it's often sweet, but I also like to spoil it inside. I'm glad you're counting on me.

Rarely does Jill expose me to defenseless looks, and I take Jill's weight with a smile, too.

I work hard all the time, and it's good to have it sweet as it is at times like this.

Heh heh, I felt Jill's temperature twitch with a zero grin as it was, and my palms gently put on my thighs into view.

If you take it in your hand without anything, a tight hard palm, unlike me. When I glanced at my boned fingertips, I was moved slightly or slightly.

"... Jill's palm, you're hard"

"Not only do we love magic, but we also love swordsmanship."

"I've been protected by these hands, haven't I?"

I can't help but remember to hook it up everywhere when I feel like it's a scratch or a bean. Contrary to Jill's graceful appearance, the result of a realistic effort that appeared on the palm of his hand. We also know that the stoic Jill is loaded with blood seeping drills.

Though by no means an intact beautiful finger, it seems to me that the engraved hands of this diligent effort are honorable and beautiful.

A martial arts palm. A masculine palm, so much so that I don't think I'm a person who makes beans and makes witchcraft so extreme. You've taken care of me more than anyone, pal.

I've been touched, stroked and protected by this palm. I've always been wrapped up in these warm, successful hands.

"... really, you've been annoying me all along. Thanks, Jill."

Makes me look a lot more dangerous, makes me take care of you all the time, makes you frightened, pissed off and worried. Jill always annoys me, and I think she let me carry her.

Still don't abandon me because Jill... cares about me. From my childhood, from that night's vows, all the time.

It's because of me that I try so hard. It's not complacency, Jill cares about me so much that it seems purely so.

Thanks for everything, and keep your lips close to Jill's fingers lifted. Shoulders that shake frighteningly as you gently mouth your horny, muscular fingers, finely scratched fingers.

I am reminded again of what I was doing to the shake, because it is something that the tremor is telling me straight away because of the reason.

"... oh, sorry, nature and..."

What are you doing, myself?

Even more embarrassing now, I feel so itchy that it was my work. Plus, I'm ashamed of that fact because I feel like the fingertips I touched belong to a man.

To me leaning down and embarrassing, Jill expresses a grin with only her breath and gently removes the heavy stone from her shoulder.

"Dear Liz,"

"Yes, sir"

I get called up with a voice softer than I imagined, and I get an up-rubbed voice. Even that seems like Jill enjoys it, and maybe that kind of place is sadistic.

A tear-eyed grin if you gaze at a snack. A smile that is refreshing but somewhere pranky is bad for the heart.

"Anyway, I'd be glad to have you this way, wouldn't I?

And the words that pop up stir up more shame, and you just have to work hard to contain the twitching fever.

Jill, lifting the edge of her mouth like a tease and pointing at her cheek, must have deliberately said that, knowing I was going to harden. I don't have anything to do with it, so let's play a little prank, that's how it feels.

"I'm just kidding."

If I harden up now and it's ten seconds later, I'm screwed.

I smile bitterly at me freezing and scratch my cheeks lightly, gently stroking my hair.

But it's also the fact that I was about to want you to.

I had the impression that I was expecting only a little glance or just a little chance to believe it. Jill, who knew she was going to say no and suggested it, looks lonely somewhere after all.

... Jill, if you want.

I slowly close my face, even as I realize that I am doing something pretty daring only today.

Fine skin with moderately healthy color, not too white. Now it was Jill's turn to freeze when he pressed his lips to bring them along a tighter, sharper cheek line that looked harder than mine.

Exactly, a pompous look.

A glance like you don't know what you've been doing, rather than incredible, pierces me at close range.

I am so self-conscious that I was ashamed of myself that when the shaking shame appeared on my face and eyes, I was exhaling fever.

It's probably a good thing Jill surpassed me in his imagination, but this embarrasses me. I never liked it, and it was so flashy, but the shame outweighed it all.

That seems to have been the same for Jill, less modest but redder than me, Jill holding onto her beautiful face with her palms if she doesn't want me to see her.

"I'm glad I know I shouldn't impose on you, I'm a shallow person, aren't I? I said I didn't like it."

"You don't hate it, do you? That's Jill..."

Don't you think I don't like it? I know that's embarrassing.

Jill has had experience before. Look, there was a kiss or something on your reward cheek. I never hate it, and if Jill will be happy with it.

Still, the embarrassing thing was embarrassing, so I wandered my gaze, and Jill fainted and then loosened her cheeks.

"Dear Liz,"

"Yes?

"If you say something very cute, I'll grow."

Reach out and be caressed on your cheeks, then those fingers circle around your lips. My back will swallow because my muscular fingers slowly follow my lips.

"... you can't, I'm greedy. And Master Liz is a sinful man."

But Jill doesn't want any more, she just lowers her eyebrows and smiles like she's in trouble, and she just takes my hand in the mouth instead. My heart is getting more annoyed than it was when I did what I did to Jill.

... I think there's a lot going on with Jill every now and then. Somehow, there is a dangerous adult charm... whose enthusiastic eyes stir up my shame.

Jill smiles contentedly that I can no longer say anything with the overflowing heat, and then stands up. I looked up to see what was going on, Jill, and went back to my usual grin.

"I'll bring you some tea"

Jill left the room without hearing from me, and it felt like she had escaped.

Still, I was relieved because I was going to keep loading my heart if I stayed alone.

Suddenly in the quiet room, I exhale deeply to the good that no one is here.

"... Jill is"

... Do you like me?

You've been on my side the whole time, Jill, and you've taken care of me so much by then. Is he looking for me as a heterosexual?

I don't want to notice and I didn't want to think about it, but I think it's time to... limit, don't. If you get such a loving look and a mellow grin, you'll have to take it easy.

The truth is, you have to ask the person. But you take care of me. I know what occupies my heart the most, without a response.

Jill gives me first priority over anything else.

If so.

… how do I want to respond to Jill? Can I assure you that this emotion, which I can be vague enough to give a clear name to myself, is what I deserve to give Jill as an answer?

I don't even know for sure if I want Jill to be a 'squire' or a 'man'.

Although I do like it, it's hard to tell if it's as heterosexual. For years, that's why we've spent so much time together at an early age that I can't express this emotion well.

There was no way I could get a definitive answer for worrying or worrying, and I couldn't help but sigh. The back of my chest is twitching hot, pretending not to notice.