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

I was falling asleep in bed with Faraes, Mr. Cannon. We were supposed to sleep together because we met in the dining room.

In turn, it's in the order of Faraes, me, Mr. Cannon.

"Are you sure, in this order?

"Oh, no problem."

To my words, Faraes answered with a smile.

It was Faraes who set this order. I was a little surprised in this order because I thought Faraes was in the middle.

It's just that you can face Mr. Cannon, you can use me as a pillow, and it seems to be the order in which Faraes only benefits. Then I guess I shouldn't say anything.

"... Mr. Slade, can I stop by a little more?

"Oh, yes."

In the meantime, Mr. Cannon has packed his distance from me. Even so, it's so far away that you can't hit your body.

Surprisingly, Mr. Cannon seems nervous.

But if you think about it, this is the normal reaction. It's weirder not to be like this when you're with a man.

"Mr. Cannon, you can pack more distance."

"Oh yeah..."

"Yes, I think it's good enough to hold Slade"

To Mr. Cannon, nervous, Faraes let go of those words.

This one, because of its close proximity to the middle, advises by that standard.

"Well, then, Mr. Slade, excuse me."

"Ah, yes..."

Mr. Cannon turned his hand around me and stuck his body together. Its chest hits its back and conveys a soft feeling.

Already, in the softness of Pharaoh, this is something that shakes my heart inside.

"... Slade, you're warm"

"Huh?"

"I can't believe I feel human skin nearby like this..."

"Mr. Cannon..."

Mr. Cannon, who has been holding me, says that to me.

Mr. Cannon lived a life of avoiding people because of his illness. As a result, I guess I rarely made contact with human skin.

That's why you let those words go against my warmth. That makes me feel a little hard.

"Well, if it's okay with me, taste as much as you like."

"Right. Let me do that..."

I don't know what Mr. Cannon looked like in my words. It just doesn't seem like a bad reaction.

"Mr. Cannon, you can have mine."

"Oh, yeah......"

That's when Faraes spoke up.

I kind of feel like I'm in a bit of a hurry. Is it possible that there is a confrontation against me?

I don't know, Faraes admires Mr. Cannon so much. Maybe that's why I don't like saying that to Mr. Cannon.

"Then can we do this?

"Huh?"

"This would also make you feel the warmth of Faraes, right?

"Yes..."

Apparently, Mr. Cannon held Faraes' hand. Even from my position, I can see it slightly.

You should feel warm with your fingers tangled and tightly gripped.

"Ah, Slade"

"Yeah?"

So Faraes spoke to me.

I don't know, this feels like a rush, too. Is there something wrong with it?

"Never, I'm not scorning you."

"Oh, oh... I know"

Somehow Faraes thought I might have been scorned.

That was hardly a situation I felt, but it certainly wasn't strange to think so. Faraes is sweet, so I guess he cares about that too.

"Good for you, then"

"Oh, oh..."

That's what Faraes says, but he leans on me even more.

That softness shakes my heart.

I know this is also a testament to my love, but I'm going to be daunted by a lot of things.

"Well, it's time to go to bed"

"Yes, let's do that"

"Ah, yes..."

At Mr. Cannon's word, we were supposed to sleep.

I don't think I'll get much sleep, but I'm sure I can handle it.

◇ ◇ ◇

I woke up when I realized. Apparently, in the morning.

I couldn't sleep for a while yesterday, but I managed to sleep. No matter how daunting you were, you didn't seem to beat a severe drowsiness. Maybe I'm getting a little used to the situation.

"Whoa..."

So, I realize. to the fact that it is still buried in the chest of Faraes today.

At the earliest, this attitude became the norm, but I never get used to it. I'm still nervous, and I'm still happy.

Besides, that's not all for today. I can feel Mr. Cannon's chest behind me. This is something amazing inside.

"Huh..."

"Yeah?"

When I was thinking about that, Faraes raised his voice. Apparently, it's happening.

"Oh..."

"Ah..."

Plus, I heard voices from behind. Mr. Cannon, he's awake.

"Morning, Slade. Good morning, Mr. Cannon."

"Yeah, good morning"

"Oh, good morning"

Me and Mr. Cannon respond to Faraes' greeting.

In the meantime, it looks like we're all up.

"Ah..."

"Oh..."

So Faraes and Mr. Cannon raised their voices at the same time.

For a moment, I questioned it, but soon I could see why.

"Hehe, you've always felt warm."

"Yes..."

We both kept our hands together the whole time.

I haven't spoken since last night, while I was asleep. Is that because they have a strong bond?

When I think about it, in that state, I'm the only one who's changed. After all, is it my responsibility to bury my face in Faraes' chest?

"... Still, Mr. Slade, you're really buried in Faraes' chest"

"Ah, yes..."

"Yeah, I don't know if Slade likes it here or if I like it here..."

"I see..."

So, Mr. Cannon has said that.

Sure, this sight would be amazing. At first sight, it's a respite. I mean, I'm also hitting Mr. Cannon's chest, is that okay?

"Hey, I'm sorry"

"Huh? Ah..."

"What..."

When I was thinking about it, Mr. Cannon moved.

With that hand, he began to rub Faraes' chest.

That also conveyed a change in my chest on my face. The feeling is blissful and makes my heart dawn in the morning.

"Hey, what are you doing!?

"No, I want to rub it..."

Apparently, Mr. Cannon wanted to rub Faraes' chest. If you wanted to rub it, you wouldn't have a choice.

"Don't rub it because you want to..."

"No, I'm sorry. It's a house, and..."

"If you think so, will you stop your hand?

"Oh, yeah......"

Mr. Cannon kept rubbing his chest while Faraes was inquiring.

In the meantime, I was surrounded by a pleasant feeling, too, unfortunately.

"Damn, it's time to wake up."

Faraes wakes up slowly.

Seems to be awake already. As far as I'm concerned, I felt like doing this a little more, but I had no choice.

"Mr. Slade, are we in bed a little longer?

"Huh?"

"You still wanna sleep, don't you? I'll lend you my breasts..."

That's what Mr. Cannon told me.

The proposal is very appealing.

But it is also true that it is time to wake up.

"Mr. Cannon! Don't tempt Slade."

"Oh, I can't help it..."

In Faraes' words, Mr. Cannon wakes up his body, too.

In the end, it seems to wake up. Then I'll have to wake up too.

This is how my new day began.