Woof Woof Story ~I Said I Wanted To Be A Rich Person’s Dog, Not A Fenrir!~

"Louta's a sweetheart."

A lady smiling like a sunshine, she gives me my head.

"Wahoo (is it too great to take a nap or something while the lady has her knee pillow)"

"Heh heh, usually lowta cushions me, I'm the lowta pillow today"

An angel?

The lady is going to be too kind to melt.

That's exactly how it was when I was spending my afternoon break time with the lady.

"I can't do this!!

I heard Gashan and the dishes flipping over, and I heard a tall yell.

"Wow, wow? (Hey, what the fuck?

The voice now sounds familiar.

Miraka, an apprentice-made who got a job at our mansion last month.

"Is something wrong? Let's go check it out."

"Wahoo."

I have to complain about interrupting a moment of relaxation between me and the lady.

Apparently, the noise originated in the cooking area.

I'm wild horse gut rounded, chasing the lady.

What the hell is Miraka yelling at?

A gentle peek inside through the window at the back door made me wonder what was going on inside.

By the way, the lady is clinging to my neck from behind and peeking at the window from the side as well.

"The day to come, the day to come, the day to come...! Cleaning, laundry, peeling vegetables! This isn't my job!

It was Miraka, after all, screaming like that.

Two-sided up blonde bouncing and cute, but its shape is stained with anger.

I was hired as a maid, but I don't know if the maid's job is my job.

Could Miraka have been some kind of lady?

It's not my job to work like this.

"Uh, here comes Miraka Kanshiku."

"Don't swing the blade because it's dangerous."

"Miraka, your sister's fine. Okay, I'll give you..."

Scarecrow but cute Betty wakes up a chair turned upside down.

also recover the knife dropped by the adorable Connie with this hair.

And Mira, the brunette, lost her excited Miraka.

"Who's my sister! You're someone else in red just because their names are alike!

I try to shake my head off, but Mira won't win in stature.

From his height, he relentlessly grunts Miraka's head.

"Miraka is serious when I say I can't do it or something, just after I peel it off. Because the chef is busy, you know how hard it is not to help him, don't you?

"Become!?

"You're much better than you were when you came here a month ago, aren't you? At first the potatoes were smaller like beans, but now they can be peeled thin enough, and the speed is barely the same as ours. Mr. Miraka is a hard worker."

"Become!?

"Miraka is a good girl. Good boy, good boy..."

"Heh...!?

Miraka, your face is bright red.

A tundelemade?

You're an ant.

Come on, it's Ali.

Don't worry, keep doing it.

"Ah, you guys! That's rude! You think you can just talk to me like that!? Who the hell do you think I am!!

"Maid."

"It's a maid, isn't it?"

"... maid sister?

Does Mira really want Miraka to be her sister?

Maid sister...... That's an ant, too.

If I had a thumb, I would like to stand up.

"No, I'm not! I'm not a maid, I'm a demon king."

Oh, Miraka noticed this way.

As soon as my eyes fit perfectly with mine, my tail gets smaller on my ass.

As I stared with my crushed eyes, I began to sweat my cold sweat sluggishly.

"Wahu? (Demon King Army?

I said Demon King Army, now?

Speaking of demon king armies, skeleton giants. Plus it reminds me of a vampire with blonde tits.

But why did Miraka say those words?

"No, I'm just a maid..."

Miraka said the obvious as she let her eyes swim hard.

Um, you're a maid of honor. We all know.

The three maids, who don't know what Miraka meant by her words and actions, tilt their necks tightly.

And the three of them finally noticed it out the window.

"Oh, my God."

Not me, but to the presence of the lady, the maids rush to fix and align their standings.

"Wow, they found me"

A lady comes down from me and opens the door in the light.

"Guys, sorry to interrupt your work"

"Yes, no, eh. I just got my job separated."

The maids wave to the lady who bows her head.

They saw you skipping. If Mr. Miranda finds out, he won't have to wait for your novel.

Well, don't worry, there's no way the lady's gonna tell you. Instead, a lady would try to skip with you.

Oh, well, I see why Miraka went crazy.

Miraka wasn't me, you noticed the lady and you were in a hurry.

I guess I just misheard about the Demon King Army.

I need you to add ear cleaning to the menu as well as brushing.

"Chu Chu (They say that pets look like their owners, but this festive hole is full, it may be true...)"

Ren is crushing something.

Oh, my God. My crushed eyes are the holes, right?

"Chu (what are you saying with your eyes like they are on the opposite pole to the crush. sharp gaze that makes all the beholders tremble)"

Terrible, what a thing to say to an adorable pet.

... Let's practice opening your eyes more closely.

"Lady, it's time for your afternoon study."

I guess he looked around because we weren't in the courtyard. Toa let me out of breath.

"Was it that time already? I'll be right there. Hey. Louta will see you later, then."

The lady was kind to my head and went to study this afternoon.

And make sure it's replaced, and James' old man comes back through the back door.

"Whoa, are you done peeling? You're still doing a good job, you guys. Miraka's improved a lot too, hasn't she? Superior"

Check out the vegetables the maids have stripped and the old man nods satisfactorily.

"Thank you for always helping. Thanks to you."

"Heh, heh. Oh, come on. Thank you."

Miraka, who arms up and turns that way, is cute. I did it.

Blonde tundelero remade, you're an ant!

"Hey, just sit there and wait for me"

"What? What? You can pay for it, Chef."

"Well, that's it"

That's what I said. An old man standing in front of a slab.

What I took in my hand was a bright red tomato, and when I ran the rinse knife, the tomato I saw was split in six and peeled to the skin.

Tomato skin can be peeled with a knife. Shishu.

And while I'm impressed, the old man cuts tomatoes one after the other.

Then when I thought I shredded and filtered it with a cloth, I quickly completed what I wanted.

Poured into a glass, decorated with lemons on the edges.

"Wahoo (it's tomato juice!

"Come on, drink up. Fresh one from the field just now."

"Wow! Thanks, Chef!

"Mr. James' tomato juice, it's delicious."

"Fun......"

The maids receive the juice from the old man and are just enjoying the flavor.

"Hey, what's this..."

I can see the whole thing bothering me as I say it.

Miraka grabs a glass with both hands so she can hold it, and sips roughly.

And those cheeks slumped down.

"Huh...!

You look a little bit like a girl shouldn't, Miraka!

"I can't believe it tastes better than any I've ever had...! Damn it...! If I taste something like this, I can't drink about anyone anymore...!

He celebrates the deliciousness of juice with a tranced look.

Something tells me the rhetoric is subtly weird, but it must be my fault.

"Fluffy! (Old man! Me too! Give it to me too!

"Wow. He said he wouldn't do anything to the loser."

To my calling, my old man poured plenty on the plate.

"Wahun! (This is delicious!

The carefully filtered bright red juice has no raw odor at all.

Natural sweetness and added salt and lemon to taste. Then just a few basil formulas combine to keep your tongue from boring exquisitely.

It has such a deep flavour that it can also be felt in cold soup.

I know what it's like to have Miraka in a trance.

"Good day. I don't have any work to do here for a while, so give me a break. Oh, I hope you leave the glass in the flush."

"Wow! (Thanks old man!

To thank us, the old man waved to his next job.

The maids sit back in a small chair in the cooking area for a short break.

In the meantime, Miraka, who drank the juice faster than anyone else, will see how it flickers over here.

"Wahu? (What? Are you worried about me?

If you care, come here, moff. Yeah?

I lay down and perform a seductive belly show pose.

Miraka talked to the maids after she looked down at me like that.

I'm sad to be left alone.

"Hey, you guys. This... this, uh, dog? Don't you think anything about it when you look at it?

"What, Louta?

Betty noticed me grieving, but Miraka would take my stomach instead.

Glad.

So heh.

"Here, this feels good."

Oh, my God...! It feels good OOOOOOOOOOOO...!

Until I was completely satisfied, I was turned around, and I did everything I could.

"Louta's a big, cute one."

"He helps you with your work once in a while. You know, when you can't reach high ground, you come from nowhere and scaffold me."

"Smart, good boy... and mundane..."

Let him.

Say more.

"Actually, you were a little scared at first. It suddenly grows from a puppy. He's got a tough face."

"But you're relieved that Toa, who was most scared, became friends and this is okay,"

"Yes...... I've always been an adult when I brushed..."

Since then, my brushing has been the routine of the maids.

Thanks to this, my hair will never be brittle, and my hair will be moffy.

No, there's a lot of hair loss. How are you doing?

I don't know if I've finished replacing my hair lately, and I haven't lost much hair, but it was an amazing amount for a while.

"That's why you're like that when you say what you think when you look at Louta. Miraka, why don't you come over here and touch me? You're not gonna bite me, are you?

"Wafufufufu (I won't)"

I'll pepper you, though!

Come on, bring that white fish-like mess over here.

Make me a betta betta with my saliva.

"... it's a swallowing thing."

Miraka stood up from her chair after glancing at us inviting her like that.

Wash and wipe the finished glass, put it properly on the dry shelf, and then leave the cooking area.

The old man said you could stay put, but it's on the books.

"That's the kind of place I'm serious about."

"He's definitely a good kid, isn't he?"

"Good girl... I want to be my sister..."

And it was Miraka-chan who further increased the liking of the maids.