I was drinking, along with Mr. Cannon and Cretta.
Mr. Cannon suddenly took off his clothes as Cretta fell asleep, losing her sleepiness. I was staring at Mr. Cannon like that.
"Hmm... well, here's the thing"
So Mr. Cannon stopped posing.
I, too, am fully indulgent, so I'll take my gaze off that body for now.
"Well..."
"Huh?"
That's when Mr. Cannon moved.
I reached out to Cleta, who was sleeping.
I didn't understand the intention for a moment. But I notice right away. Mr. Cannon, what are you thinking?
"Mmm..."
"Whoa... you've got some good stuff inside"
"Ka, Mr. Cannon?
Mr. Cannon started rubbing Cretta's chest.
Cretta's chest is changing shape. I'm confused by the way it looks.
Sleeping Cletta gave a slightly glossy voice, but she doesn't look awake.
"... I don't know, doesn't Cretta look hot, too?
"Yes?"
"Okay......"
In addition, Mr. Cannon put his hands on Cretta's clothes.
And I'm going to unbutton that.
"Hey, what are you doing?
"Fair enough..."
Mr. Cannon unbuttoned him and stripped his clothes.
Then, Cretta's white underwear and big breasts will be exposed.
"I knew it was the inside size..."
"Mr. Cannon, how could you do this?
"No, it looked hot, so I took it off for you."
"Yes, no..."
To my question, Mr. Cannon has laughed and answered that.
Sure, Cretta's a little sweaty, but that shouldn't mean she can take her clothes off.
Perhaps Mr. Cannon is intoxicated and has not been able to make a normal decision. No, maybe I'm just making fun of you. Still, it would be a drunken late decision because it's like ignoring Cretta's will.
"It's soft..."
"Ka, Mr. Kanon......"
Mr. Cannon started rubbing his chest again.
Now I can see the appearance more clearly because I have my hands on my underwear and complexion.
That was amazing enough to put a stop to my judgment I thought I had to.
"Slade, you want to rub it, too?
"Huh?"
"Now you can rub it all you want, right?
So, Mr. Cannon asked me that.
Naturally, it is decided that I want to rub it. But that would be bad for boulders.
I don't think so, Mr. Cannon, but if I'm of the opposite sex, I'm on hold. Let Cretta not bear that sorrow.
"No, you can't, it's..."
"Really? I think Cretta would forgive me."
"Yes, no..."
To my words, that's what Mr. Cannon gave back.
Sure, Cretta might not be mad at me for rubbing it.
But still, I guess not. You have to be strong in your will and refuse.
"But Cretta thinks Slade is your husband."
"Huh? Ma, well..."
"Then you'll be fine. As normal as my husband rubs his maid's tits."
Mr. Cannon's theory is a little unclear. But does that mean I can touch it?
I get close to Cretta by accident.
"Oh, finally, you touch it?
"Mmm..."
"Knock..."
The moment I reached out, Cretta's serene sleeping face came into my eyes.
She's always a fun maid to take care of around us. Can I betray her like that?
"I knew you couldn't. This."
"Oh..."
I ended up pulling my hand.
I don't know, I think I did the same thing when I was in Faraes.
Drinking with Mr. Cannon really seems like this is what we're going to talk about.
"What a waste. Cretta would laugh and forgive me later..."
"Ugh..."
"Oh?"
"Ah..."
So Cletta raised her voice and opened her eyes.
Apparently, it's happening.
"Is that...?
Cletta noticed immediately that she had only her own clothes.
Then make that face red.
"Me, why are you dressed like this?
"Yeah..."
While fixing his clothes, Cretta turned her attention to Mr. Cannon.
From that surprising glance, the killer seems to understand someone.
Mr. Cannon turns a blind eye to the matter.
"Mr. Cannon, it seems like you can't get drunk after all..."
"Yes, no, it's not."
Cretta releases her words as if they were frightened.
Not really, he doesn't look angry, so he seems generous around there.
"Daimyo, did you even rub it?
"Yeah, yeah... sorry"
"Well, I'm not mad at you. However, it may be a question of what the lady thinks when she hears this"
"Ugh..."
You reflected, Mr. Cannon was in the front seat.
However, Cretta is not angry, so there is no sermon here. But if Faraes knew, it would certainly be a sermon.
"Well..."
So, Cletta turns to me.
I've been watching this whole thing, too, so maybe they'll say something.
"Mr. Slade, did you do something?
"As it were, well, you were watching. Besides, I tried to rub it."
"Want to rub it?
"Oh, I endured too much, but, well, overall, it's like the same crime, I'm sorry"
In the meantime, I apologized.
It's also my fault that you didn't stop Mr. Cannon from acting. Even if you didn't rub it, that's no good.
In the first place, it's not good to have gotten into a grip. In a more resilient spirit, you should have refused.
"No, it's fine. Like I said, I'm not angry."
"Oh, really..."
"Instead, you could have rubbed it for a bit, right?
Apparently, you could have rubbed it otherwise.
Cretta seems to be the owner of a very generous heart.
If this is the case, shouldn't I have rubbed it? No, that should have been nice because I feel like I'm going to regret something with that.
"Well, but I like Mr. Slade, who can stop at such a subtle place, don't I?
"Huh?"
I get unwittingly upset by Cretta's words.
I get nervous when people say they like me face to face, etc.
"Your face is red, isn't it? Mr. Slade?"
"Ugh..."
That brings Cletta closer to me.
It's the usual look of teasing. This could be a lot worse.
"Um..."
"Ah..."
"Yeah?"
That's right. I heard Mr. Cannon's little voice in my ear.
Me and Cletta, turn to Mr. Cannon at the same time.
Then there was Mr. Cannon, who was sitting in his underwear.
"It's kind of a nice vibe, bad..."
"Oh, no, it's nothing, it's okay"
"And for now, shouldn't you wear clothes?
"Oh, yeah......"
I thank Mr. Cannon.
As it was, Cretta would have stirred me up a lot.
I should be thankful to have been able to avoid that situation.
"Well... that's what happened to Cretta too..."
Mr. Cannon corrected his posture in his clothes.
The face is mostly back to normal. Apparently, drunkenness is waking up.
Fortunately, both of us are quick to wake up drunk.
Neither me nor Cletta should be so drunk anymore.
"Another drink, shall we?
"No..."
"That's enough."
Me and Cletta were shocked by Mr. Cannon, who didn't punish me.
At this time, there won't be another drink.
"After all?"
Mr. Cannon laughs bitterly at our words. To the boulder, I thought I knew.
This is how my drinks with Cretta and Mr. Cannon ended.