The strongest swordsman was disappointed with the world's too low level and reincarnated into another world.

We were having a welcoming party for Mr. Cannon.

With that flow, me and Cretta were supposed to drink.

That makes us feel a little bit better, but Mr. Cannon seems fine.

"Yeah, yummy......"

Mr. Cannon immediately drank out the liquor in the glass.

And pour the liquor into the glass. This pace is bouldering, but is this okay?

"Yeah, it's good..."

Mr. Cannon drank his second cup immediately.

As a result, we pour new liquor into the glass. This pace may not be good.

"Mr. Cannon, are you okay? A little too much to drink..."

"Huh?"

Faraes cautioned Mr. Cannon like that.

In contrast, Mr. Cannon tilts his neck. You don't seem to understand your condition.

This could be really bad.

"... Hmm"

"... yeah? Mr. Cannon? Where are you looking?

Ms Cannon had no particular response and was staring at Faraes.

The gaze is pointed at Faraes' chest.

"Really, that's huge..."

"Huh? Mr. Cannon, what are you talking about?

"No, I've been thinking about it for a long time, but Faraes' tits, they're big..."

"What?"

Mr. Cannon gets up, moves his chair, and comes to my side.

The move makes me seem a little suspicious. Could it be that you're quite drunk?

"Slade, you think so too, don't you?

"Huh? Oh, no..."

"You want to rub it?

"Huh?"

Mr. Cannon put his hand on my shoulder and said so.

It is a very difficult question to answer. Of course, the answer is one, but can I put that in my mouth?

However, I also feel much more tangled up with Mr. Cannon if I don't answer.

"Well, Mr. Cannon, I've decided I want to rub it."

"What?"

When I was worried, Cretta started saying that.

I don't know, a little red in the face. This one, too, seems drunk.

"Huh? Really?

"Yes, because, Mr. Slade, I often hold pillows..."

"Pillow?

"That's right. We're all sleeping together, and then Mr. Slade gets better in the lady's pillow."

"Heh, we're sleeping together..."

To Cretta's words, Mr. Cannon began to nibble.

Such a grin, like you're up to something.

"Cletta, wait a minute..."

"And when you wake up in the morning, Mr. Slade, you're burying your face in the lady's tits."

"I see..."

Faraes tried to stop it, but the two drunkards wouldn't stop.

What a poor quality drunk.

"Oh, we even took a bath together during this time"

"It is. So, Slade, you're putting up with a lot of things too..."

"Yes, and the lady hasn't let you rub it."

"I see..."

Mr. Cannon laughs even more at Cretta's unsure words.

What an evil grin.

Meanwhile, Cretta looks like she's having fun. You seem totally drunk.

"Well..."

"Huh?"

So Mr. Cannon stood up.

And slowly move to the side of Faraes.

"Mr. Cannon? What does it look like?

"Speaking of which, I don't think you've seen Faraes grow yet."

"Hey, what are you going to do?

Without worrying about the perplexing Faraes, Mr. Cannon approaches.

It looks like Faraes is on guard against boulders.

"Ho."

"Huh?"

Mr. Cannon turned behind Faraes.

In addition, Mr. Cannon rubs Faraes' back.

"Wow!? What do you do!?

"Hehe, ho, Mr. Slade, present!

At that moment, Faraes raised his voice out loud.

When I'm wondering, Mr. Cannon throws something at me.

It's on my head.

"This is..."

"Ah! Slade, wait!

"Huh?"

I try to take the object.

"Slade, no!

Then before that, Sona took the object out of my hand.

What the hell is it?

"Thank you, Sona"

"Yes, no..."

Faraes was thanking Sona as she tried to hide her own breasts with both hands.

In that way, I finally understand too.

Mr. Cannon threw Faraes' underwear at me.

Perhaps I rubbed my back off and took it out of my clothes. I'm surprised you did that while I was thinking about it.

"Mr. Cannon, what are you doing?

"Faraes, are you too cautious?

"No way, don't you think Mr. Cannon would do this!

Apparently, Faraes was alarmed because his opponent was Mr. Cannon.

Still, Mr. Cannon's M.O. can be described as brilliant. It's like a magician.

"Well, more than that, body check, Faraes..."

"Bo, body check..."

"Hmm!"

"Ah!"

But Mr. Cannon doesn't even care about that, and he puts his hands inside Faraes' clothes.

Faraes moved himself to resist it, but Mr. Cannon couldn't shake it off. Perhaps Faraes is reluctant because the other person is Mr. Cannon.

Or from earlier on, I think that's why Faraes is being, but remains. Originally, this degree should be easy to control.

"Whoa! Soft......"

"Hey......"

"Faraes is also a sinful woman for pushing something like this..."

Mr. Cannon was rubbing Faraes' chest.

I can't see inside with my clothes, but I can see how that looks.

"Hey, why, like this..."

"Because if you don't rub it raw, it doesn't mean..."

"No, Mr. Cannon!

"Don't say that..."

"Ah..."

Mr. Cannon continued to rub Faraes' chest.

My feelings get a little daunted by the way it looks. This sight is highly irritating inside.

Faraes' face being rubbed on his chest is dyed red, and that's kind of very colorful, and my heartbeat grows.

"What..."

That's when my vision gets blocked.

Slade, don't look at me.

"Become..."

It was Sona who blocked my eyes.

Apparently, he doesn't want me to see that sight.

Oh, my God. That is not acceptable.

"Sona, let go of me. Don't you see?"

"What are you talking about? If you're the usual, don't let that distract you..."

"Really?

"... you look drunk too"

Somehow, Sona said she was drunk on me.

No, that can't be right. You haven't been drinking much, so you shouldn't be drunk.

"Sona, you can't. If you do that, Slade, you look pathetic."

"Ka, Mr. Kanon......"

"Sona, if you think about your mind properly Slade, you'll know what you should do...

"Ugh..."

But in Mr. Cannon's words, Sona also let go of my hand.

I'm a respected man of honor, so I guess this one's weak, too.

Whatever it is, now you can see Faraes. As far as I'm concerned, nothing's wrong.

"Look, Faraes... Slade, you're watching me."

"Ugh..."

Faraes stares at this one as he blushes.

That look makes me remember Daughter again.

Could it be that you are drunk? No, that shouldn't matter now,

As such, Mr. Cannon's welcoming party proceeded.