The elegant daily routine of sage Grecas - here we go with a lovely 'Sage Hall' life!

"Transmission. I just wanted you to come."

Eyes that can be delightfully narrowed to the usual soft smile. The loosely knitted hair flaky bristles sparkle.

In the small room where the afternoon sun plunged in, Manuferno sat on the sleeping table (bed). Stop the hand that was folding the cloth at hand.

"Right, great!

I pointed my palm at the manual.

As soon as we meet "Pachi" in the palm of his hand, it turns into our greeting.

It's a high touch style between common friends, but the difference is that they then tangle their fingers and fingers together so that they slide. Sit straight on the bunk (bed) and line up for two.

"Summer clothes. Greg's shirt looks good on you."

"Really? Plum choice."

"Convinced. The right color or something you don't always know until you've seen it"

Touch my collar and chest buttons with your fingertips.

The blue half-sided shirt and black trousers were the ones Plum chose "This looks great today".

"Is that what this is all about?

"Smile. That's right."

You must be observing me and thinking about me as a plum.

"I hope the manu looks summery too"

That kind of manuferno is pretty cool in cotton white plain clothes, too.

The wide open chest and sleeves are finished with blue embroidery for a cool feel. It feels somewhat fitting to the body, so I can't tell you how good it feels to have a big, swollen chest or flesh around a plump, natural stomach.

Reach for your stomach and touch quietly and gently. Turn your hands around your hips so that you can hold them as you stroke them slowly, to the extent that you touch them gently or not.

"Contact. Is it from where you care most..."

"I like this place the most, don't I? Soft and warm."

…… Red Face (already) "

I care about my stomach, Manuferno, but I'm rather as feminine and fond of being somewhat out "fu fu fu".

Miss Metanostadt, of beautiful women, I assure you it is amateurs who rejoice in the sexy body and doings of a waist squeezed in the cunt.

Times are the supreme for naturalists, the soothing shape. I can't wait to see the imbalance. Of course, I like smooth, slender bodies like boys... In other words, "preference" is a complex and delicate, unspeakable thing.

Turning to his face, the cedary eyes over his glasses were shining and moisturizing as if they had split the stars.

Feeling the sweet and good fragrance characteristic of a woman, she moves closer and creases to stick her nose tip together.

"Exhale (ha). Greg... if"

"Massage around your stomach, or what do you want?

"Full body. Please"

Manuferno keeps his body for a long time.

Feel each other's body temperature for a while and exchange energy while gently stroking their hair and back.

It's daylight now, and adult time is fun later. It can be a recent pattern to storm into a room in anticipation of when everyone was asleep at night...

and a bunch of cloth that had piled up beside the manuferno collapsed.

"Oh, is this...?

"Important. That, the diapers of the Suppie child"

"Ah! Right. Were you ready?

"Yup. You want a lot."

Apparently, Manuferno was making diapers for his newborn.

There is nothing convenient about paper diapers in this world, so I use old fashioned cloth diapers. The laundry seems difficult, but in the sage hall, it's soaked in a slime barrel, and if you wait a little, organic (...) dirt will lick it clean and refreshing.

Named Sage's Handy Tool (Gadget) No. 4: Mucus Laundry Barrel (Slandria).

One of these days I'm thinking about selling it out for rich housewives, but the weakness is that when I wash a lot of dirt, the nutrients go too far and the slime inside grows hugely. It's about overflowing out of the barrel and erupting with gobo gobo.

One for the family, convenient laundry slime convenience tool! And even if you sell it, this could bring complaints.

"Smile. Sounds tough, but Lu Kun and Suppi's baby must be cute......"

Crush as the manuferno folds the cloth. He was smiling, but he also seemed to be imposing somewhere.

"Right, dog ears, kids, cat ears, kids, cute."

"Agreed. Right"

Slight silence. Move your lips hesitantly.

"Kid. What if it was me and Greg?

Look at me quietly and say it with a serious look.

This... is not a bad thing to say. If this conversation is going on, it means I want it, too.

Seriously, you have to answer in good faith.

Uh...

"... you're sure of your glasses"

"Sigh (ha). Right."

It's a bitter manuferno, but the probability of a child's inheritance if the parents are short-sighted is pretty good, too.

But Manuferno dropped his gaze on the diapers he was folding.

Still, the look on your face like you're thinking something. I lurk my breath and stare at its side.

A pleasant breeze blows in through a half-opened window to shake the lace curtains and silver hair. I heard the hustle and bustle of the city far away.

"Kid, maybe you can't."

"... Huh?

Moments, the world loses its sound, even the wind stops.

Can't do it, kid? To Manuferno? Why? What are you talking about?

Doubts and confusion. I lose my word.

"Maybe. When I was a kid...... when I was locked up, it was because of all the medications I was taken"

"Hey, what... You don't understand!

Honestly, my head was white and I didn't know what to say.

"Dialogue. Tell me the voice of God, all kinds of things... drunk, all over my body every day, painful, tormented..."

"Manu......"

Cover your face with your hands. Poirot, Poirot and tears convey a gap in the finger, and it drops zero.

Manuferno has been forced to live in seclusion in a village closed as a god of life. He lived in a special environment, revered for his decay (pedos) and healing power.

"Sorry, I can't get it out..."

"Enough. It's okay... I can handle it..."

Hold down both shoulders and support the manuferno, which also rests on the shoulder so that it collapses.

Can you do that? No... in the first place, you really don't know if it works.

"Recommended. If you want to be your daughter-in-law, you have to choose one who looks healthy and can give birth to a lot of things, like Falia or Riola..."

"A, don't be an asshole! That..."

"Best. You'd better. Because I don't care..."

"That's why I'm here."

Manu manages to squeeze a smile out of her temperament, removing her glasses and rubbing her eyes.

I knew that was nothing but strength.

Seeing Lu and Spiano looking happy in front of him, how on earth did Manuferno feel hard on his own?

I couldn't notice him. My incompetence is teething, and my anger creeps up.

When I think about the heart of Manuferno, my head seems to manage with a feeling similar to pain, like it cools from the core of my body.

But I'm here now. Never...... I won't make you feel painful by yourself again.

I guess there's no point in bad consolation words.

Right now, there's only one thing I can say, I bump into a certain, determined enthusiasm.

"I'll get you pregnant! Every night...... do your best! I can't believe I can't! I'm not even so sure yet! Didn't I?"

"Gre...... kun"

"All right! I'll definitely let you have a baby one day. So don't cry anymore."

The concept of "marriage" is a little vague in this world and is considered to be "something that will" naturally happen if men and women are united.

Of course, the royal nobility is neat, but the common people are like that.

Would it be a wedding (...) to report to the bureau that they changed their place of residence, and to swear in the church if they were two people of faith, and to report to the priestly minister?

At least Lu and Spiano don't have those kinds of ceremonies.

When that happens, the work of the brave (ergonote) may seem sinful, but Israel is a polygamous culture. Well... I guess I'll take responsibility.

And now I don't care about that.

I face Manuferno seriously.

"'Cause I'm with you the whole time."

"... yeah!

Big, snort.

I wipe away the tears that flow on my cheeks with my palms.

I'm staring at me with straight eyes that convey the feeling that I'll believe it.

Manuferno has been clinging to me.

"Very good. Gugre-kun... Gugre-kun..."

"Hey. Whatever. Leave it to me."

But I also have a little anxiety.

- - Am I okay with myself (...) in the first place?

Flesh transferred across time and space. Its components are like those that come from slime. No matter where I look, I'm a real person (...) but...

And, above all, I realize that I've been shouting outrageous things.

I trace my fearful momentary memory and rebut what I said.

- I'm not pregnant!

What is it, me!?

My face is red and I'm trembling. I rush to find out if there are any signs outside the door.

…………

There are fortunately no people in the hallway, an unspeakable maid slime (?) was just Mozomozo moving.

Continued