Free Life ~Record of the Struggle of a Different World General Merchant~

It was morning if I noticed.

"... that?

The hell, when did you sleep...... I can't think of anything. After work, I open the door to the house...... Ugh... I can think of this far, but when I try to think ahead from there, I get a blunt pain running on my head.

You didn't even remember yesterday... Is it called juvenile amnesia? Was the story true when there was rattling all over my body when I was over twenty?...... [Recovery] I wonder if I can cure it.

Well, I can't help but worry about it all by myself. Let's just get up and ask Yumiel what happened. That's what I thought, getting out of bed, sleeping rolls (usually just shirts and trunks... when did you get dressed?) I changed into regular clothes and went downstairs.

"Oh dear... is that it? He's not here?

I tried to come to the living room, but there's nobody there. That? Unlike usual, Yumiel didn't wake me, but it's time to wake up now, right?

I thought so, and if I was twisting my neck, I could hear footsteps from the kitchen that leads to the living room.

"What, you were making breakfast..."

Is that it?

Mr. Yumiel?

"... good morning, your husband. You woke up alone today."

"Oh, oh, yeah, good morning..."

"... your job today is to help carry Molly Chamber of Commerce in the morning. The afternoon is a service at the monastery. That's not a lot, so good luck with that."

"Yes... yes..."

"… Please wait for breakfast soon"

"Oh, thanks... hey, can I ask you something?

"... Yes, what is it?

"Why are you a naked apron...?

A white apron with a simple and practical design that covers the less undulating chest to the knee. Thanks to that I can see the bright white skin hidden in the front but usually in the long sleeve long skirt. In a position where I turned halfway due to trying to get back in the kitchen, my tiny ass really gets in my eye.

What the hell is this? When did I flag it? Is it because of last night's disappeared memory?

But no matter what predictions you make, I can't think of a process until Yumiel makes such an erotic outfit.

Is that it? What do you mean?

Have I come to another world?

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A little time goes back, and this is where I dreamed last night. Waiting for Yumiel, who stepped down to Fairies Garden, was Fair, the eldest daughter of three fairy sisters living here.

"Well done for coming. Phew, teach me a technique I'm not handsome today. A ge l "

"... Regards, Dr. Fair"

To the girl with the prickly head down, Fair speaks with a good face.

"Well, it's my class soon... Yumiel, do you know what's most important to you, Otoko?

Something important about Otoko. Asked so, consider your closest man, Noble Dae, as a criterion. That's how the answer came out.

"... sleep, is it?

It was.

With that in mind, Fair kind of looked at your child and shook his fingers in front of him.

"No, no. I don't think so. It's important to the baby, not the ottoman."

Yumiel thinks it might be. Although I tried to answer it as sleep, because I couldn't answer with certainty what mattered most. My own ignorance is also known from these places, which makes me a little embarrassed.

To Yumiel, who was distracted, Fair said, "Oh man, you can't help it," and began to tell me the right answer.

"Okay? I love Otoko so much."

"..." Eh thing "?

"Yes," eh thing ". That's the most important thing for Otoko."

The fairy, who said so, continues often with a face.

"Otoko is always full of heads with" Ewww Things " I want to do" Eww Things "and I can't help but squirt things."

"... oh my God"

Yumiel eyes open to surprise. Look at that face, even better fair. Increasingly rapping, "Otoko" keeps talking about what it is.

"No matter how serious you are, the only thing I really think about is" eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh " Takahiro Because when you were here you were mellow on me!

"... your husband...!?

"Yeah, yeah! Yes!"

The truth is, he laughed at me with his nose and failed miserably, but the fair in good shape left it to momentum to spit out lies. From my previous pride, I can't tell the truth anymore. Overlap words so that they cover up lies with lies.

"Takahiro, too, may be madly jealous in front of Yumiel, but if it's on my charm, it's already, you know, it's... it's a kedathing... yes, because it's a kedathing!

"... Kedamono, is it"

Behind Yumiel's brain, bitter memories in the slave house are revived. Often the ugly, fat aristocrats who come to buy slaves were referred to by other slaves as "kedamonos". I can't have my husband. Face slightly.

"... I'm sorry, but I don't like it when your husband turns into a queer thing. I'm a corner professor, but this time I didn't..."

Deeply bowing your head, Yumiel. It was the fairy as a teacher who panicked about this.

"Hey, wait a minute!? Why isn't Kedamonto handsome!!?

Fair to hang on desperately. If this class is cancelled, my oldest daughter's face will be rounded. Seriously, I can't be the only one who fails for what my sisters have (think) succeeded. At the very least, he wants me to listen to the translation and fly around Yumiel.

"... but when it comes to kedamono, do you xxx ■ ■ and ▲ ▲ ▲ ▲ ▲ ▲ ● ●?

"... ▲ ▲ ▲ ▲, what?

Here, the limits of the "best hottie in the fairy world (calling herself)" fair are exposed.

Fair was born a possessor of skills that attracted all creatures, [fairy temptation], but at the same time the roots were ubers.

Thanks to their skills, the men gather around the fair for everyone, but they were so scared to touch a creature of a different gender than themselves, called Otoko, that they fit in to the point where they held hands together.

Also, my girlfriend, who was close in the fairy world, didn't have any in-depth mention of the content, just passionately talking about the very act of "kissing" or "eh" or the eh situation. Thanks to this, he grew into a splendid ear growth (purist), but the male experience was still unfair to none.

Yumiel, on the other hand, grew up in a slave house where he was born. "Eh," on the other hand, I've seen and I know dirty deeds that words can't describe. I couldn't get my hands on it because the value of the product would drop, but I was familiar with it as far as being fairly deep.

In that ni man, it was only natural that there was as much difference between heaven and earth in the image that floated when it was said to be a "kedamono".

"... ▲ ▲ ▲ ▲ ▲, the male ● ● to the female ■ ■..."

"Hmmm... eh...!? Hi-ha, hi-ha...!?

To Yumiel's commentary, the fair instantly turns bright red in the face. Usually, the story of Yumiel, a former slave, was too intense for her to be cackling on the topic "I had a xxx tendency with OO". You exceed your processing power, or you shake your neck and stop while even getting the hot air out of your head.

"Wait, wait! Enough! Enough!!

"... ok"

The fairy who calls herself "good onna" against pale Yumiel is breathless. With a bright red face, he lay his hands on the ground and exhaled roughly.

Eventually, he softened or fluttered and stopped again at the height of Yumiel's face.

"Okay? What I'm saying is," Kedamono "isn't that bad. I'm obsessed with girls. I'm talking about otocho. I'm referring to an otoko who listens to anything a girl says. Never, you just said... that... goño goño... you know, I don't mean people who do terrible things to girls."

"... Were you? I'm sorry for the mistake."

I look at Yumiel, who lowers her head honestly, and sigh softly.

"Even you would be happy to hear Takahiro say anything, wouldn't you? We should make it a mess."

"… indeed… then teach us how to do so"

Live your job and don't leave yourself alone. If it is to be your ideal, I want you to teach me how to do it. Yumiel asked Fair to teach as she felt deviant.

"Fine, then, give me your ear"

"... Yes"

Fair to speak in your ears so that no one will listen to you. Either way, I only have my own sisters here, but these things are a matter of mood. The "eh" talks are usually sneaky and the market is set.

Eventually, you finished telling me everything, and you walked away from Yumiel's ear, where you put your hand on the side of your hips for a fluttering fair.

"Come on, we're gonna make Takahiro obsessed in this situation!

"... Yes, Doctor"

▲ ▲ ▲ ▲ How dare I let Yumiel go like this by fulfilling it? It was so anxiety-driven fair, but it was also her nature that could not be stopped when she got here.

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(The morning "naked apron" did work)

Your husband seemed intrigued by the appearance of only an apron wrapped around your complexion. Certainly, when I asked him, "Why are you looking like that," he was doing his gaze at the ends of my body.

Then it was time for work and I asked him to "go to work" and he went out faster than ever before. I see, is this what Dr. Fair calls a "otoko obsessed with girls"? Sure, he didn't seem to ask me anything.

But what shall we do tonight?

Among the numerous situations I was taught, "naked aprons" could be done with handheld aprons, but the rest can't be done because I really don't have a costume. Buy it or... No, it's just special costumes. When it's new, it gets expensive. Don't do luxury on a daily basis.

Well, what's the matter......

In the end, I didn't get a good answer on my own and it was evening while I was getting the job done as it was.

"… after all, can you do nothing?"

If this happens, in the same costume as in the morning...... I wonder if your husband will get tired of boulders and naked aprons in a row. Dr. Fair also said, "No manneri". This place should be extended to a later date...... No, people say continuity is power. If you vacate it halfway through, the effect will fade.

I have no choice... here, let's rely on that guy. Immediate action when you think of it. I left the house behind to visit a neighbor.

"... Mr. Yvetta. Are you there, Mr. Yvetta?"

About three minutes walk from home. Ring a door knocker in a room of simple apartments. Then, a while later, the door opened properly. The smell of perfume overflowing on the way.

"Huh, hey, hey?... oh, not Yummy! It's unusual for you to visit me, isn't it? What the hell is wrong with you?

This is Yvetta Carloni, the owner of this room, who runs the business of water systems in the Intermediate District. The woman, wrapped her busty body in a relaxed room outfit, holds me to her chest and asks with a sweet voice that tickles her ears.

"... Actually, I wanted to ask you something"

Then, when she was full of joy, she raised her voice as if she had been impressed and added strength to the arm holding me. Buried in the valley of my chest and breathing seems to mean. Sarah's brunette covered my back of the head, and from the side, it wouldn't even look like a "banshee" predatory landscape.

"Well! Fair enough! No, I'm glad, what shall we do! Finally, Yummy opened her heart to me. ♪ Fine, sister, I'll ask you anything!

I've been told from day to day, "You can always count on me," but this is the first time I've actually done every favor. Looking at this, that word didn't seem to be false. It relieves me of a little tension.

"Come on, come on, come inside? It's for me, but I have some good cookies. ♪ Eat that, let's talk about it, shall we?

It's hard to even breathe, even to reply. Mr. Yvetta dragged me straight to his home with him in his chest, not waiting for my reply. Now it looks like a predatory landscape of aquatic monsters......

I couldn't refuse to do every favor, and I was taken straight to her room like a doll.

"So, please?

This is one of Mr. Yvetta's apartments. The small table for two is populated with slightly scented flowers, otherwise narrow and sweet. She said, "Eat this too, eat that too" one after the other.

For once, it is a doctrine of hands on what has been put out as a courtesy, but this is too much. Plus, it's before dinner. Rock only one of her pushy chocolate chip cookies, and later pretend not to look.

"... Yes, this time I'd like to ask for a costume."

"Costume?"

Damn, Yvetta with her neck lying on her side. You said you were in your late 20s, but you did it like a girl. It goes hand in hand with the crying nigger in the eye, releasing a demonic charm. I see. Middle-aged idols in the Intermediate Zone also mean they can snort.

"... Yes, costumes. Actually, someone told me about a situation to make your husband obsessed, but I didn't have enough costumes to make it happen... and I could have a naked apron."

"Well!"

Oh? Somehow Mr. Yvetta seems happy. My face is fine.

"So-so ♪ Are you finally going to attack that wife Takahiro!? Nice ~, love ~ ♪ I can't believe Yumi said this from herself...!

"... Um"

"Right! You need a weapon to do that! Wait, Yummy! Little girl's clothes at the store, 'cause I'll bring them."

"... er"

"Weapons"? What I want is a costume. Did the story make sense... well, he also said clothes, so it's okay... I'd like to think so. I have a bad feeling about this, but it's to get there. I dared decide to ignore it.

In the end, I was held for not an hour. Put my clothes on, take them off, put them on, take them off repeatedly, and say, "Fine... now there's no man who won't fall! Come on, Yummy!," he looked very satisfied.

Well, whatever it is, I got the costumes.

All right, if this is all we have...

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(Something's wrong with Yumiel lately...)

It's been weird since I got home from the house. Crying, less work, weirdly tender, naked aprons... stress? Or......

It was my usual maid's clothes at the dinner table, but if they did that every morning, I wouldn't be able to. My inner beast is going to run wild.

"Heh, what's going on, man?"

Shall I talk to Caorle?... No, he's like hitting me hard in the basin just because he saw his pants. The moment Yumi talks about naked aprons, it's on the other hand that she treats me like a bad guy or a pervert.

I can't stay......

I lay down in bed and exhaled, not knowing how many times it would be.

Then,

Gacha, Gi

and the door of my room sounds open.

... Is that Yumi? But there's no one at the end of the open door.

... What?

Has it gotten poorly set up? I thought so, and I woke up to close the door...

So, nuh, only his legs were stuck out of the hallway into the hollow.

"... Huh?

Hiding in the shadow of the hallway, I guess Yumiel is stretching his legs. But for what?

While I was confused, the pinned and stretched legs pulled in. Then Mr. Yumiel crawls into the room.

For some reason, he wears the perfect tight mini suit with a leopard pattern and fastens the same pattern of high socks with a garter belt. She even carefully wears a kachusha that mimics the leopard's ear.

The rare beast stops right in front of me and turns his spine upside down and looks up.... Are you going to pose as a leopard?

"... how about that?

What is it?

How's your head?

When I can't answer, I wake up and leave the room, "... didn't you like it?"

On leaving, he looks back and gently grips both fists, bends them like cat hands, and brings them next to his head. A normal girl would be cute if she did it, but when a faceless Yumiel dressed in an arrogant outfit does it, she feels intimidated by a haunted cat.

"... wouldn't you like to have this too"

And me and Yumiel, now it's time to leave the room.

What? What happened...!?

More pursuits can be made, as if to applaud my confusion.

Now Yumi, wearing garments from the Milpois School Kindergarten (which would be a fake from a big one for her), came into the room by the way.

I feel some insane obsession with lowering my school bag from my shoulder and even wearing my school hat.

"... how about that?

That's what I said, Yummy staring up at me with her thumb in her mouth. What? Is the ascendancy defo?

"Oh, ugh..."

Words that do not exchange meaning leak out of my mouth that I am stunned and unable to close. Did you interpret that as "YES," now a kindergartner (14 years old) who leaves the room in a satisfying atmosphere?

"Awww, awww... hey, help me...!

I don't have the skills to fight this anomaly. Like a small ship caught in a storm, I'm just being flirted with the mysterious workings from Yumiel.

Even then, the colour fashion show lasted for a while. I was excited about the naked apron in the morning, but in this series of different situations, fear prevails rather.

That night I dreamed of being surrounded by countless different costume yumiels and jumped out of bed sweaty. I really reflect on running away from home already, so it's time to forgive me......

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(Apparently, your husband is obsessed with me)

Thinking about it makes me feel somewhat itchy.

Tonight's approach was a great success. Your husband looked at me like he was eating in, and he said, "Ahhh... ahhh..." It was like a dream only to leak an exclamation exhale.

When Dr. Fair first told me to "make Otoko a quedamono," I thought, "I don't like it," in association with the inferior nobles and merchants I saw when I was in the enslavement hall, but this would be fine. Instead, I even feel loving for the way the little boys in the neighborhood panic like they do when they talk to me.

Teachers are always right to teach. The boulder is a fairy...... unlike me, I know the world right. Let me continue to rely on you.

These days, I feel that I have been able to become more intimate with your husband before. It would no longer be acceptable to say "family", as it was at Mr. Krumia's, rather than "fellow citizens".

I hope this day goes on forever......

While I was thinking about it, I fell all over the place.

"Hey, what are you guys!? You complain about my way!?

"Did you see Mr. Takahiro's eyes? Those are eyes of confusion and pity, not desire..."

"What! Because that's what I've heard from Pac and Silky too! No doubt about it!

"Sister Fair, Mr. Pack and Mr. Silky all have no male experience..."

"Sister Ye......"