The Prodigy Sefiria’s Overpowering Program

Apparently there is no such thing as four seasons in the area around here, and the difference between cold and warm is small.

It's been about nine months since I was born, but I always thought it was strange because it wasn't summer or winter or coming, but I was convinced to hear that explanation from my brother.

But lately, I feel like I'm getting cooler.

I weave another feather from the top of my usual clothes and right now I was playing tricks with my sisters in the neighborhood.

Yes, I've been kind of hubbed by the villagers since The Case of Brother Disappearance, but that finally got rid of it!

The culprit was the village chief of Bashhar.

I stopped pretending to be an infant to find your brother, that day.

It seems that the village chief, a devout "brave" follower, rose up and gathered the heads of each house for a meeting.

And how I met my conditions as a brave man and brainwashed everyone by saying that I was still full of qualities.

Especially the faithful old people. Something seemed to have felt thin before the village chief told me, and soon I stopped suspecting I was a brave man.

And it would be rude for those who attended the meeting to treat their families comfortably, because that child is a special child who is not normal. Besides, in case you get hurt, it's important to the world. And so on and so forth, and it seems like that led me to be hubbed.

... When Meriane snuck me up on this, I immediately got up and visited the village chief's house and had a 'peaceful discussion'.

Yeah, that's already, we had a peaceful discussion.

It had nothing to do with intimidation or chasing, which was a peaceful discussion.

It was always a peaceful discussion, calm, not rough on emotions.

By the way, it changes the story altogether, but the village chief seems to be sleeping recently.

You're worried.

Now that's why so many people come to my house just like before...

"Ha, Sefi. Boobs -"

"... wow"

Peria, who acted as your mother, turned her jacket without shame, exposing her chest.

Although I've tried to make it feel happy for once, I have no idea what I'm going to do right.

Do you smoke? Should I smoke a six-year-old's tits?

When I glanced at Peria's complexion, which I feared, Peria's mother kept nicking and pressing the tip of her chest against my cheek.

... Looks like smoking is the right thing to do. What a disloyal construct......

I've still been on patrol for a while, but it's also kind of pathetic to refuse here, and I had no choice but to open my mouth.

And watch out for the front teeth that have finally grown lately, Peria, the tip of your mother's tits...

... I was about to, and I felt something cold in my spine and looked back.

Then at the end of my gaze, my mother, who was supposed to be out helping the field, was peeking this way through the front door with her bloody eyes. Hino!

Oh, what? What's that supposed to mean, gaze? Why are you staring at me?

No way, Mother, you're not jealous of a six-year-old!?

When I put my mouth closer to Peria's tits again,

"Ahhh......!?

A small voice, a screaming mother.

Oh, this is totally yakitori grilled! "I can't believe you suck on a woman's milk other than mine! ♪ Is that gaze!?

That's not a level of popularity, Mother! Looks like junior high school, but have some more room for adults!?

In the end, Peria's tits went away without sucking, and I said, "Ohhhh!," he called with a full grin.

Then Mother whispered her love with a lumpy cheek as she rushed up to me with a flinching, slurping smile.

Peria, who was watching that, flaunts her shoulder like "oh man" with a bit of a bitter smile.

Mother, you are losing!! Something human about losing to a six-year-old!?