The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

Getting into Sacramento Mia was quite easy. I mean, when I woke up, I was already inside.

It's the capital of the Republic, so I usually wondered if there was a baggage check or something, but Kuzha says,

"If Mr. Satsuki waved from the carriage, that would be all."

That's why. Is he really just the manager of a coffee shop?

"Come on, I got it!

That Mr. Satsuki now has the usual style of carrying a coffin and giving him a Japanese umbrella.

Naturally, Mr. Iris is in the coffin. The name of the coffin seems to be Patrol Flower Protector.

From the name, I guess it's still a magic tool (artifact). I don't know how it works, but at least it's definitely used as sunshine.

"… indeed, this is a coffee shop,"

As soon as I got off the carriage, the building was there.

Western-style, western-style buildings. There are many wooden bungalows around, so it stands out badly.

It's probably because of the combined living space, but it's pretty big. It floats from its surroundings, both in size and design. In a way, enough to say it's damaging the landscape.

However, that's not the only way Mr. Satsuki's shop works. It felt like I had seen it from the carriage so far, and there were bricklaying houses like the ones I had seen in the Republic.

Again, different worlds. It doesn't seem entirely Japanese.

Of course. The letters on the sign, I know what they mean, but they're not in Japanese.

Coffee Shop May. Satsuki strokes the big sign that says so lovingly and makes an invitation here.

"Mr. Satsuki. Where's Neguseau?

"Please keep him connected to the sign."

"Okay. See you later, Neguseau."

"Oh. You should come."

Leaving Neguseau, Kuzha and I, followed by Mr. Satsuki, crept through the store door.

A petty doorbell rang from and informs the store of the visit.

"Wah..."

"This... you have an atmosphere"

What was spreading inside was a tidy space.

As a whole, it's still western. Deep shades, where the smell of old trees is respected, such as tables and floors.

Lanterns and matchboxes are placed on tables that are used in but not obsolete.

The fireplaces, shelves, etc. as interiors set on the walls also add up to a warm atmosphere somewhere.

There were wooden carved birds and dolls sitting on the shelves to play with. An ancient clock with a big tail that is also likely to appear in the nursery rhyme is shaking the pendulum on the heels to pass on time into small pieces.

"I'm back now!

Mr. Satsuki's energetic voice crept into the store making sure he was sucked in rather than sounding.

It wasn't the voice that came back to the words, it was the sound. It's not loud, but it's not calm.

Only a bunch of white colors mixed with black hair appeared to jump out of the back of the store, possibly from the living space.

He's taller, but he's just lower than Mr. Satsuki, and the lines are thin. Especially if I may be rude but I want my chest pretty flat.

A frilled skirt in calm shades, suitable for the surrounding chic atmosphere, would be an employee's uniform. Shaking it, the woman jumped into Mr. Satsuki's chest.

"Welcome home, sister!

"Whoa, Fumi! How have you been!?

"Ha! I was taking my time off. Ah!

Hold each other intimately, the two twirl around.

It's a dynamic touch, like Mr. Satsuki swinging and sweetening to it.

"Sounds soft..."

There seemed to be little impact of the clash, even though the opponent hit the edge and strength. When Mr. Satsuki has a cushion as soft as that, that's the thing. Mainly with breasts, breasts, breasts.

... it's amazing, isn't it?

While in the cherry water garden, he was buried several times.

That was due to a hug from Mr. Satsuki every time, but every time his face sank completely, he had such great physical inclusiveness in his chest.

It blocks your nose and mouth, so trying to push it back reflexively is enough to fill your fingers with the power to push it.

It feels more like a swamp than a cushion. Buried all the time. Probably feels like a lot of people can't. In fact, right now, the person being held in front of me has a tranced face,

"Oh, it's been a long time since my sister's boobs..."

"Oh, yeah, yeah. I have a customer."

"Yeah!?

Satsuki, who remembered our presence, let go of him.

With the loss of the arm that was dampening the momentum that was swinging, the opponent rinses and falls after a gentle lag. It was like the reverse playback of head sliding.

I thought you were okay, but the other guy got up stroking his hard hit jaw, so it looks safe. I didn't even hit the table or chair as I aimed, so there's nothing to lose.

The other guy, who was called Fumi, wiped his tears and looked at this one. Her eyes are golden, so she's not a vampire, apparently.

"Oh, he's a cute customer... I've seen him before. Fumitsuki Ichinose."

"This is Argent Van Peel."

My name is Kuzha.

Itinose, I was a little surprised to be named. Same name as Mr. Satsuki and Mr. Iris, but because they're not vampires.

However, if you say that, even Mr. Satsuki and Mr. Iris are probably not sisters or parents or children.

If Ichinoseh meant a family connection, I decided not to care because it's not strange that Mr. Fumitsuki named him that way.

The way he talks is prolonged and similar to Mr. Chrome, but unlike that guy, he's not sticky and has a soft impression.

"What happened to Sino-kun and Kuro?

"Those two are off, so I went to see you. I was wondering if it was time for your sister and Ar to come home and wait here."

"Really, Fumi is a good girl. Your sister will give you lots of souvenirs for such a fumi!

When Mr. Satsuki drifts out of the valley of his boobs, he takes out a lot of stuff, but that's just using the same bloodbox as me. It seems he says "performs" to stick his hand in the valley.

I think it's a hell of a volume to be seen as a art when you know the seed, but still big enough to get your hands pinched and buried.

When I give Mr. Fumitsuki a souvenir all the way, Mr. Satsuki looks back here and

"Well, you're going to open up Iris a little bit in the back,"

"Open, are you?

"In the back of the shop, in the residential area and in the kitchen, the sun does not reach the building. I'll get Iris ready for lunch after we get her out, so just wait a minute."

Waving flirtatiously, Mr. Satsuki disappears into the back of the store.

Boo, the old clock rings, sucked into the store and disappears. Mr. Fumitsuki flipped his skirt over what could be described as such a light time.

The bow in the behavior I'm used to is grand, but not decorative. I guess welcoming us with a smile instead of a full face fits the vibe of this store.

"Well, I'll show you to your seat. Welcome to May."