The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

Late at night.

When my family is quiet, I sneak into my brother's room.

- I will no longer be born lost or hesitant in an action that has already been repeated many times.

He seems to be my favorite brother in the book, and the interior is almost occupied by bookshelves.

But even with all this reading, my brother's grades are inside.

From what I usually say and do, I'm clearly out of hand or score manipulation to be 'normal'.... I have no choice but to be my brother.

Most of all, I would say some disgust, but I didn't dare to reveal it and say it out.

I'm not going to deny my brother his way of life.

So if he can live in peace and well, that's fine, - I thought when we met.

Approaching my brother's bed and lowering his back on the edge will not wake my brother to sleep.

Covering over her sleeping body on her back, she heard a gibberish and spring roar. - Still, my brother won't wake up.

The culprit who created an unnatural situation in which his sensitive brother would not wake up so close is his brother, the negotiator himself.

(It works well)

I wish it would work this well for me, but I don't think about it with bitter laughter.

"If you knew what I was doing, you'd be pissed off."

His body, which was highly resistant to drugs in his previous life and disabled most drugs, also falls for drugs in this world without any other love.

As always, I'm sensitive to the signs, and my body seems to be working out, - but still only to an extent not comparable to previous lives.

It's not him anymore.

- It's just a regular person.

Harm him and take his life would be very easy to do.

So...

"Your brother will protect you, absolutely."

Voice your resolve and swear.

And slowly, on the leaking lips of his sleep, - I crept.

Kissing is the signal of beginnings.

After lightly touching and stealing the exhale, roll the t-shirt that my brother prefers to use instead of sleeping clothes up and expose its chest.

No matter how hard he tries to train his flesh, his middle school body is still thin and underdeveloped.

The sleeping faces I've already seen many times before are not as old as they deserve.

Sometimes he looks dumb and cute moving his mouth. It used to be funny that I used to smoke all the time trying to make my fingers snap. If that's what you mean, I do play with my brother as a toy.

He crawled his hands on his bare chest, enjoyed a slippery touch and ascertained the growth of his body. Sure, it's still thin, but it comes with supple, ideal muscles without being overwhelmed. It would be proof that he hasn't neglected to train even in this world like he is a hard-working man.

When I comfort the pointy touching the belly of my fingers, that's where I get up.

"... nasty. Are you feeling it?

Stuffed to tease with words, naturally, doesn't have the kind of hateful response that sounds like a normal hit from my brother. Sometimes my dear brother isn't too bad, though I feel like I'm lacking.

I met my brother so I could meet him.

So I led as much as I could.

Place your hands over your heart after two grains of breast decoration have become red and disturbed in your sleep.

It beats a little faster.

I feel distorted satisfaction with my brother who feels for his procedure.

(I wonder what you would look like if you knew you were being developed while you were asleep)

Imagine my brother's face at the moment of exposure and the laughter is about to creep up.... I have a consciousness, but the person named Chiba Negotiation has such a bad personality because of the revulsion (hedu) that makes it. I've changed a lot in my previous life, when I was treated as innocent and white.

"It is Lilith Liage-Silencis-Cassias-Le-Enjune, who is the ancestor of Heaven and Earth and commands Almighty. Answer my prayers now and then.

Chapeau in the sacred language and open up the 'power'.

"Give this man his life with my flesh."

A fever gathers in the palm of his hand, and a tingling, painful, pale phosphorescent light pours on his brother as he sways (boils).

Just a trace of it wraps around my brother's heart and makes up for the power he lacks.

- My brother is healthy, but he has a weak heart.

That is an imperfection that is not quantified in modern medicine.

Blood caught my attention when I realized it.

I don't know why, but it clearly lacks the vitality of the heart that it should have been.

It was a "weakness" that functioned but not strange whenever it stopped.

No one believes that my brother's heart is weak, etc. which is highly physically capable and unrelated to illness.

In fact, there is no problem with the mental function itself.

Once, I managed to get him to undergo a precision test for a reason, but it was still only a result of normal.

- It's not normal.

Only I know.

I can only save myself.

Then it was decided what to exchange.

We trained in training and again acquired the 'power' that should not exist in this world.

A slight 'force', of course, as little as it was in previous life.

Still, it was better than zero.

If it helps my brother.

That's what I've been thinking and going on...,

- All I'm saying is water on the burning stone.

Repeating this, it's just a relief.

If we don't do something about the culprit, any day...

refocus the consciousness that was about to become diffuse so as to dispel such dark thoughts.

... By the time I was done, they were taking my strength at leisure.

There is nothing wrong with getting enough nourishment and resting for a while, but there is nothing I can do about the tiredness that stretches.

"Unfortunately, you can do it with this degree of magic."

It blurs in the old tone.

Like my brother, I'm not what I used to be anymore.

Moving his gaze downward, his brother's there trillion (squeaky) as expected.

"... as usual, you are a bad eater. Is my anger so delicious?

Laughing small and taking it out of my brother's in the familiar procedure.

Reinforcement of the heart apparently stimulates my brother's libido. In other words, it seemed to make me feel better when I was poured 'power'. This has also been a series of tasks since I comforted myself with the funny half when I first noticed it.

"... Huh..."

Open your mouth and your little brother, full of cheerful words and deeds, gasps at you, making you feel inferior that you never had in your previous life.

When I twirled and played with him at the bell mouth, he twirled in a tight, thin hips twisting motion.

Running drips onto the pole, rubbing (scrubbing) makes a slutty water sound, tingling and hiccups, increasing the hardness of the core.

"Sounds good already. Fine.... Finish with your brother's hand"

"Huh... Huh."

Encouraging ejaculation without burning, my brother raised a small voice and honestly spewed out cloudiness.

Ha ha, sleeping but disturbing breath has a slut that my regular brother doesn't have.

I get a lot of bitter thoughts as I reprocess the dirty spot and get my brother's clothes done.

The emotions I have with this bloody unconnected brother are more complicated than romance.

Still, tempted at times.

- I thought if I held it together, this feeling of impatience would fade, too.

We knew that the manifestation of such strays and aspirations was a factor that extended to post-magic acts.

Make it pleasantly pickled.

Let me ask for it from my brother.

Let me beg.

Let me dedicate myself.

Will that reassure me a little?

I don't even know what to call a deeper obsession than this romantic sentiment - one as a whole.

However, my heart, which still annoys me and frightens me of loss, will surely only heal this brother.

"I want to make you live a mediocre life the way you want, but... I can't put it off any longer"

Put your hand on my calm brother's forehead again breathing.

"Your dead minister is getting thicker every year."

The anxiety and anguish that cannot be hidden in the voice seeps through.

"I won't let you die, Sho"

By speaking of determination, block the escape route.

"- I'm sorry I ever thought of that again."

Release your hands slowly and get out of bed.

"Waiting at school"

You never know what's going to happen in school.

There are multiple futures.

However, when this is the last branch, the goddess whispers.

If we continue our lives as they are, all that lies ahead is despair.

(Maybe it's about you, so you say that's okay...)

I won't forgive you for giving up so easily.

Besides, it's too early to give up.

I did see a glimmer of light.

The wandering soul gathers in the land.

"The only way to change your fate is to bet on that possibility."

- To Huangdong School.

Guided by destiny, scattered across different worlds, the soul meets again.

The end to be beforehand was a very unknown future for God.