Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Close the novel book.

Now I've finished reading the book I was borrowing from the library, and all I have to do is relax and enjoy the holiday afternoon.

Um, it was better than I thought.

It's a modern Japanese-style story with a neat sense of reading. This will keep you in a bright mood for a while, I get up thinking.

It was Mariabelle, the girl who lives in the same room, who recommended this novel.

The girl said she had already finished reading the book.

Sitting at the table, I hear a drama or something on TV. The girl had a boring look on her face, but when she noticed me approaching her, her pale purple eyes glowed.

"Hey, can I sit next to you?

"Yeah, come here quickly. I was watching a romantic drama with Uridora."

Peppy slaps the chair next door and greets me with joy.

And Uridora, the black cat, turns her eyes like a beaver over here, and she rings "stay". Understanding Mandarin Makes me feel like she's saying "Don't bore the girl".

A peek into the screen made me feel complicated with some low-budget drama.

Hey, the residents of the fantasy world are bothering to watch cheap romantic drama in Japan... I feel like it's a waste of something.

Pull the gibberish and chair, sitting back, while the girl sighs and opens her lips.

"You can't do this drama at all anymore. Just say you like it or you love it, it doesn't sound like anything to me."

He cheeks grumpy and says dissatisfied with the low budget drama while letting his legs hang out.

I remember the look of a female student somewhere because it remains on the outside: a shirt with a half collar, a tie, and a blue skirt.

The drooling long ears also seem to represent the girl's boredom.

"Yeah, speaking of which, Marie doesn't read a lot of romance novels. Isn't that a preference?

"I'm interested, but not enough to take it deliberately. I wonder what's so fun about listening to people's love stories."

He answers while teasing his bright white hair and knitting it in three.

Well, if you were watching such a romantic drama, even that slight interest would disappear.

At that time, a thin confession of love flowed from television, as embodied the girl's dissatisfaction.

- Wait for me, Shizuko. I only love you!

To such a confession, Marie shrugs her shoulders and asks for her consent, "See?" The same seems to have happened to Uridora, the black cat, who was exhaling in a frightened breath.

"Well, it would be a low-budget drama, and I guess I can't help but have high hopes?

"If you say so, say the same line as him. I'm sure you'll turn your face bright red and say sorry."

Ooh, you were grumpy because of your boredom. You pretended to be unscrupulous.

Of course I don't want to be embarrassed, so I thought I'd say no... but the black cat stared at me and changed my mind.

He was boring me, and he recommended me a novel, so let's just say thank you and make Marie laugh.

Running through the girl's luxurious wrist, the three knitting knitted together.

"Wait, Mariabelle. I love you."

Oh, I knew I had a sleepy voice.

Even though it's a low-cost drama, I get a weird impression that professionals are different.

"Whoa...!

"Oh?"

When I saw the girl in a toned voice, Marie was so red that it seemed like hot air was coming out all the time.

Redness is contagious from cheek to long ear, lips repeat shallow and short breaths. And as troubled, the purple crystal (amethyst) smudged eyes fled to the side.

That, what would this reaction be? I thought you'd laugh at me exactly.

Marie repeated her breathing several times, finally opening her pale tinted lips.

"That's... that's sloppy"

He looked at me and complained. [M]

And the girl pushes her face against my shoulder and tells me her body temperature is high. But...... what do you mean?

The black cat sat at the table before me, sweating cold.

It's like "I'm going to kill you" or "This is it with a cheap dialogue" that's carving wrinkles between my brows in a rather grumpy way.

Shizuru, and the girl's three knitting knitted loose to the end.

The time of the holiday afternoon, the sun from the outside is going to be warm and tenuous.

But even the spirits work to make it a comfortable room temperature that I don't think is the middle of summer.

Somehow he gets the ear and cleans the mess.

After going on about it for a while, he looked up strangely from the girl.

"Oh, speaking of which, is there no ear cleaning in the dream world?"

"Of course you can wipe it with a cloth, but how terrible can you put a stick in it?"

I thought he was intrigued, and he was afraid.

Well, there's a tympanic membrane in the back of my ear, and isn't it weird to be in the scary category?

I wanted to at least lose as much fear for you, and I decided to talk to you.

"Earrings are a habit that was born in Japan, and you can clean things that you can't reach with your fingers."

"Yeah... I can steam my ears, so I know how it feels."

Hmm, steaming?

Staring into Marie's ear wondering what it meant, I somehow guessed why.

Long ears like Sakaho are specific to the Elves, in her case facing backwards, in a slightly drooping shape. Then, like dogs and cats, moisture tends to stick and may need to be cleaned meticulously.

Since it is an elf that is becoming a Japanese snoring lately, it seems to interest me when I tell him that it is made in Japan.

"Then why don't you try it? If you're scared, I'll do it for you."

"Oh, fine. I don't... I'm embarrassed to have you cleaned. And it hurts, doesn't it?

"I don't think it hurts at all. Nevertheless, I've never cleaned an elf's ear before, so I don't know."

Answering that, the girl peeks just a little curiosity.

He blinked his pale purple eyes and nodded shyly.

"Fine, you can experience it in your spare time"

"Shall I try then? I want you to lie down, so let's move to the bed there."

Gikori and I pulled each other's chairs, and for the first time in our lives, and we were to have an elf earring.

Pough Pough Pough Pough Pough Pough Pough Pough Pough Pough Steamed Towel Pough Pough Pough Pough Pough Pough Pough Pough Steamed Towel Pough Pough Pough Pough Pough Pough Steamed Steamed Towel Pough Pough Pough Pough Pough Pough Pough Pooh If you can steam because of your long ears, I thought cleaning your earholes wouldn't solve it, so I prepared it.

Ringing the bed tight and dropping his hips, he decided to invite the girl.

"Come on in, will you pillow your thighs"

"Yeah, then excuse me..."

When she told him so, Marie lays down slowly as she blushes her cheeks just a little.

White Sarasa hair, and head over my thighs, positioned several times. When I lifted my hair, a white noodle appeared so that it was clear.

"Well, I'll start, but if it hurts, tell me"

"Please don't say anything scary. If it hurts, be prepared to buy vanilla ice cream."

I replied yes and just decided to start cleaning my elves ears.

Wrap the entire ear in a steaming towel and wipe with dust. Slowly crawl your fingers into the groove so it doesn't hurt.

"Hiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, it feels good to be tickling! I'm in the middle of it!

etc and the girl tells me what it feels like.

Well, Marie has an easy-to-understand look on her face, and I'm relieved that I can clean a nice place with this.

Long ears have the deepest grooves in the upper part, so carefully reciprocate from root to tip.

Higher tone of voice is apparently more pleasant on the tip. The girl exhaled hot as she pinched her fingers and rubbed the tip of the cobbler.

"Huh... Huh. I think he likes it."

"I wonder if it's a steamy place. Elves seem to have good ears, but cleaning looks tough."

Well, it can feel better to be cleaned by people than to do it yourself.

I can't figure it out, so the steamed towel goes back and forth from the ear hole to the tip. The white towel is stained and somewhat refreshing.

As I swept the groove by the ear hole, the thighs at the end of the shorter skirt swayed.

"Oh, there, okay, maybe."

"That's just where dirt builds up. Shall I wipe some more?"

The girl snorted at me, so I pinched the tip of my ear before cleaning the groove.

When did the girl bite her thumb belly, and she had all those sleepy eyes.

So it's time to start earrings?

Take the stick and peek in with the sun in your ear hole.

Marie shuddered all the way as she hit a wooden earring into a ditch just around the corner.

"Oh, that's a little scary...... Mmm, hey, rubbed..."

"Don't move too much because it's dangerous."

Apparently, it was my first physical sensation of being cleaned of the back of my ear, shaking my shoulders every time I rubbed it, and biting my fingers.

Hmm, don't feel much different from people's ears when you look at them like this. Even so, I don't see people's ears again and again.

I slowly put it in the back... oh, there it is, big guy.

The feeling of crunch and stick tip makes me glare inside. [M] A few times back and forth to make sure, it conveys a crisp feeling.

"Ugh, I feel like I've found something!

"No, I hope you don't mind. Now, don't move your head."

Marie doesn't clean her ears properly.

Does that mean it kept accumulating for nearly a hundred years? Still, it's beautiful overall, but this is probably real.

Be careful not to hurt, crunch, and press.

Oh, it would feel good if I could take this.

It would be great if I could take it around. And so on and so on, I get obsessed. [M]

When did Marie feel the same way, she endures it while shivering her thighs with a tingle. My skin is sweaty and I remember the sweet smell characteristic of Marie somewhere.

- Around.

"Oops..."

Goro and I have fallen. Is it too much to say that I would like to rise to heaven?

The girl looked comfortable, and then she turned her swinging eyes towards me.

"Hey, I could take it. Look, it's so big."

"Wow, big! But I'm a little embarrassed."

When we watched each other and were refreshed, we decided to wrap it in a tissue like a trophy.

"So if it's a good idea, shall we start on the other side? Don't you hate it?

When she asks, the girl flips her posture instead of responding and pushes her face against my stomach with Posan.

It's called a fluttering leg, apparently looking forward to it.

Pinching his reddened ear, he conveys a pleasant breath from the pressed girl's nose.

Afternoon sunshine, which is slowly leaning.

Cleaning the elves' long ears at such a time felt like a luxury somehow.

…………

After this, Mr. Elf gave me a lot of ears.