Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Start the engine and grip the handle. I drive safely, as usual.

There's nothing good in a hurry, and if there's an accident, they'll point you to "the guy who skipped the company and got in an accident."

So no matter if there's as bright music in the car as it goes, or if you hear Mr. Elf's nose in a mood, the car speed meter doesn't shake.

But I wonder if Uridora, who can produce anything pompous, has attached a curtain to the back seat window.

When I'm wondering, I hear a girl from behind, not next door.

"Hmm, shaky and delicious is shaky. Would you like to eat Shirley, too?

Cockroasted and translucent, she nodded, holding her hand and waiting as if she wanted to eat very much. But the strawberry-colored shaved ice comes into my mouth, not hers, along with the adorable voice of "ahem." Of course, the only thing you can enjoy is the cold, tasteless odourless.

Instead, Shirley can't wait to look, enjoy the crisp cold, and child-receiving strawberry flavor.

It's strange. He's gripping my shoulder a lot, but I wonder if his taste is shifting over there.

"Uhm, shake ice isn't the perfect dessert for summer. This happiness is unknown to Japan."

Uh, I'm tasteless, odorless, so I haven't had a taste for happiness, have I?

Soon Marie is also moving to the back seat, and I feel somewhat lonely in the passenger seat where only the straw hat is placed. So even if it's tasteless and odorless, it's nice to peek right into your face from the side and "eat" and bring the spoon closer together.

Marie looked around the car.

"And you just put a laced curtain on it and it changes like a room"

"Heh, heh, I didn't wake up in style about anything. Shirley will be able to take his time. I can't see it from the outside."

I see, to have fun with Shirley in a ghost, oh and you hid it in a curtain.

She's still a ghost, too, and she's tired of hiding herself.

Earlier, when Pong and I showed up in the car, it was something that seemed like a nice stretch. No, that's the future cat type... not the Magic Dragon Uridra.

When I swallowed the shave ice, Shirley and I got together and let Keane take the head.

But even though it was only an hour of sightseeing one way, everyone has a neat and bright look. I chose the garden I wanted to go to because of Shirley who came to Japan, but I'm glad Marie and Uridra seem to enjoy it too.

"Oh, yeah. I have to make a trip to the sea. It's Monday, so Kaoruko-san's off."

"Oh, you talk to me about travel destinations. It's good, if it's convenient, we can have dinner together."

Girl gives me a happy look right from the side, and at the same time, I feel safe. Because Marie used to hate so many people famously, besides being the only elf in this Japan. I was unknowingly pleased that I was enjoying contact with the neighborhood. [M]

Now, as for the destination to discuss, is there only one problem left?

Until earlier, I thought it was okay, but the flow changed around the area where I ate the shake ice. I mean, my bladder is about to head to the bathroom.

Nevertheless, I want to avoid embarrassing Shirley, and it's hard to have her wait right outside in the convenience store toilet or something. If someone sees you, it could be catastrophic.

Another way to come up with this is to go to the bathroom in your dreams with a hypnotic sleep. But I'm not sure I can sleep with my urine in mind... not much. Um, we're in trouble.

And what's strange is the relationship between me and Shirley.

Now possessed as a host, he sends her the nutrition and taste of what he eats. If you don't, they'll take your strength away from her, and you'll be attacked by fierce sloppiness.

"Uridora, I wonder how nutritious it will stabilize Shirley. Would it help if I had a guide or something?

"It depends on the individual difference. If it suits a few painful eyes, I'll instinctively remember what you did."

Yeah, you're relieved by the very abusive guidelines.

I'm just wondering if the expression "personal difference" bothers me a bit. I wonder what the hell that makes sense.

When I asked her that, her black eyes turned this way.

"Um, the host and the phantom, when there is a groove between them, I believe that they are more physically handicapped. It's not mental stress, so to speak. Fortunately, you don't have to worry about the groove because she seems to like you."

Wow, Shirley looks surprised and then waves her hands when she says "no". The back mirror shows her illuminating face up, and she's going to unwittingly blow out to the cuteness of waving a patty hand.

... but didn't you just let go of your hands? That one, I thought you were holding my shoulder because you were possessed.

For some reason, Mr. Elf pours his pale purple eyes into her still, and Shirley shivers his transparent shoulders with a bickering. And when I looked back in horror, I began to wave and explain to her in the future.

The dark-haired woman who was watching the scene distorts her face when she blushes.

"Kuha! Ha ha! The Second Hierarchy Lord is pestering the Elves! Hiroshi Kazuhiro, why don't you park your car and take a picture?"

"~ ~......!"

Ooh, a warm Shirley rarely wrinkled between my eyebrows. And when you get away from me in earnest, slowly lay your translucent body onto Uridra...

"Here, why don't you stop! The nutrition I ate because of it...... haha! Thank you!"

I see, does this mean you're physically impaired?

Oh, just fine. If you let me out of your body because of this, I think I'll go to the bathroom in this gap.

We decided to get out the winker and point the car slowly towards the convenience store parking lot.

"Bye, Uridora, nice to meet you for a while"

"Nah, don't wait! This isn't even going to Mariabelle!

"Uridora would have eaten a lot, wouldn't she? I envy you, I can't believe you made the diet easy."

With a grin, Mr. Elf closes the door.

And after I get out in flames, I just notice and stare at her.

"Ah, diet......"

"I could do it! Hmm, my diet of genuine troubles, and your toilet, will solve this."

Yeah, you didn't think we could just park in a convenience store and solve each other's problems one by one. Yeah, shall I call Kaoruko at last? If you're having dinner with me, you'd better get in touch with me soon.

Even though the evening is close, the sun is still strong.

But did it get completely cold with the scratch ice, or the skin tangled around your arms feels limp and good.

Marie looked up at me as I walked to the entrance with the thought of gaining something.

"Oh, because of that, why don't we take a picture of Uridora's possession later?

"Ha, Marie's quite evil, too"

"No, you are the hidden evil. I know exactly who I am."

That's what I say, Po Sun and the girl are going to hit me in the ass.

For some reason we entered the convenience store feeling much brighter than usual.

By the way, Uridora accidentally fitted into the picture in a piece that looked fine.

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Place the Dosari and shopping bag in the front door.

We've done some shopping in the supermarket since then, but it looks like we need to do something before we do.

"There it is! Ugh, I can't believe the room temperature is so high...!

"Yeah, it's summer, so you can't help it. I'll open the window first, so is Marie okay with asking for the usual one?

The voice of understanding also sounds weak that seems to beat the heat at any rate.

If so, he walks through the flooring and opens a curtained window. The warmed air slowly leaves, but it would be better to keep the fan facing the window for a while.

"Hmm, it's an irresistible heat. Uh, did you get the switch?"

If I thought of it as something like that, I'd be occupied with a fan by Uridora who finished taking off her boots. Apply more and more glaze to the floor and remove the steamy socks as the wind stirs them up.

Um, it's a little sad that she's taller than me, but her legs are a little bit taller.

"Uridora, even if you spin it there, the hot air just circulates, right?

"I don't know what else to do, dragon man. What's hot is hot. More than that, why don't you help Mariabelle?"

In her forehead looking back, she sees a dragonman-like horn. And when you pinch a shirt that sticks perfectly with sweat with your fingers, it gets covered in black hard stuff from spine to tailbone.

He's apparently starting to get ready to stretch out in his room.

And at some point, Shirley was getting out of me, and she approached the drifting fan. I wonder if you're interested in appliances, which are slightly protruding at your translucent fingertips.

So the fan gave up early and I decided to head over to help Mariabelle.

Riding through the door by the bed, the right hand side of the washroom is in the bathroom. To the edge the girl sat down and pointed her finger at the water stretched out on the hot tub.

Noticing this one, Marie looks back with her long ears dew.

"Oh, I'm just starting to make it."

"Because of this, I thought I'd see how you make ice. Touch me. Are you okay?

Please and gesture indicated.

I sat down next to her and peered into the bath and saw something resembling a jellyfish in the water. This seems to be called an ice fairy, drifting with fluffy fluffy and making ice for cooling the room.

When I touched it with my fingers, it was transparent and I didn't know, but it seemed like there was ice already. The surface of the water sways with this stiff feeling and unexpectedly realizes that it is a big one.

"The ice plate is about a meter to the height of the fan. Make two of these and you're done."

"Yeah, it's cold and it feels good. I wonder how you make it?

"Well, it's not like freezing them normally. Do the fairy a favor," Let it freeze in this shape, "and then I'll stick you up like this so you don't sleep."

Yeah, and I squeak at the girl and I turn to my gaze.

Peeping into the water, she is smiling and moves her fingertips when she rinses. And I opened my pale tinted lips.

"When the temperature is hot, you fall asleep right away. So please wake up, wake up, wake up. Hmm, I'll wake you up, too, with your sleepy face?

That's what I said, and when I lifted my wet hand, it touched my cheek.

Chilly as snowy water, drowsiness is going to blow up nicely. But, well, it's not like I'm sleepy.

I just think it feels good.

I feel reassured for some reason that Marie's slippery hands are touching her when she says it's a dim bathroom.

Eyes similar to purple crystals (amethysts) came just a little closer and peered in.

"Oh, I don't know if I'll wake up yet. Wake up, Ichiro."

Suddenly, he was pressed against his lips with a feeling of prickliness and tenderness.

The wet hand moves from the cheek to the neck muscle and is turned to the back.

Lips offered from bottom to top, and I'm going to drown in the girl's sweet smell. of the marks and body are closely adhered to, and from the lips away from the breath, a hot exhale tickles.

Slowly this one turned her arms around to her luxurious back so she could feel her body just a little more. The feeling of a chest that makes some claims and a heart that sounds like a little bird.

A little tongue licked her lips and she sat back on my knees with her hair up. Apparently, they just want to touch each other a little bit more. No, probably the same with me, holding the girl's shoulders and thighs.

Sometimes.

Something comes out of the back of my chest that I expect, and I feel like I want to make more contact with the girl.

I'm so fascinated, but as I spend the same amount of time, I feel closer to Mariabelle deeper. Wet and licked her lips, her breasts squealed already at the girl's sweet taste.

Then he puts his jaws on each other's shoulders and exhales in small pieces as they hug each other.

The beating heart is probably passed on to Marie as well. Because as much heartbeat as that, you can hear it from her.

Long ears representing the Elves were dripping in their blurred vision and shaking small.

With pompous ears, I can hear the girl.

I'm the one who woke up.

"Hey, I totally had Mr. Elf wake me up, too."

He giggled and laughed, and again, he hugged me hard.

When was the fairy finishing the ice, she drifts herself big. It is gratifying to us now that we are allowed to cool down to the soothing air.

Maybe that's how much alone time we felt was valuable to each other. I think of it like that, hugging every shiny, bright white hair.

The sound of a cicada echoing with a jizzy was blurry and audible.