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

"Nyah... (Sorry for earlier...)"

By the time I was almost done eating pie, the clowns and the red cats were back.

"Wow. (Ew, I almost ate it already. If it's a good last bite, you want some?

"Nyan (ah, no. Never mind. We treat prototypes at home and taste them that weren't)"

"Wow (oh, yeah? Don't hesitate, then)"

Finally, cheek with a bite of pie with all the ice cream on it.

Hello.

Um, it was delicious to the end.

Peel and lick the ice cream around your mouth and soak it in the finish.

The Red Cat waited disciplined for me like that.

"Wow (so? Who the hell are you? You're not Hecarte, are you?

Even I can tell.

The eyes are blue, and even the way they talk is different.

More importantly, it's strange to look at my face now and be surprised.

"Nyah (I'm late for my application. I, the witch of the forest of Feltberg, the first demon of his use, Nafra, and I will.... Already will.)"

Why did I say it again?

"Nyah (No, you know, because your husband says a lot that he's not a cat. I was wondering if I should act a little like a cat)"

No, it looks like it's already a cat.

I don't think it's going to change when I put 'nya' on the end of the story.

I wonder what it is. Are you worried about the thinness of the character?

"Wow (no, well, I don't need that kind of care. I'm Louta. Nice to meet you, Nafra)"

"Nyah (Yes, thank you, Lord Louta)"

"Wow. call me normal)"

I'm hungry with the gallows like that.

"Nyah (So, with Mr. Louta. And thank you very much for your patience earlier. Well, suddenly your face was in front of me, so I was surprised...)"

"Wow. Don't worry about that)"

Because I'm so scared that I peed in the mirror, the owner of this face.

Honestly, I'm totally more scared than Gallo if it's just his face.

Why is no one in the mansion afraid to look at me?

"Wow (more like a naphtha, isn't it like a regular cat?

He said he was a demon, but what's the difference?

"Nyan (Yes, I am Homunculus, the artificial life form created by your husband. It's a little different from pure homunculus because it smells exactly like a cat.)"

"Wow (homunculus! Something fantastic came up again)"

I also saw the magic of Hecarte, and now I feel like I've come to another world.

"Wow (Which way is different, by the way?

"Nyan (er, yeah. Much smarter than a normal cat, can use some magic, can be your husband's eyes and ears. Oh, and you won't die about a broken neck.)"

"Wow?! (Ko, scared?! What's that!? I'm so scared!

"Nyah (ah, do you see it? I wouldn't recommend it much as it splashes blood and stuff)"

"Wow! (You don't have to! You're scarier than my face!

"Nha (Really? I think Mr. Louta's face is pretty good, too)"

"Wow."

Decorate.

"Nyah (Mr. Louta seems to be who your husband said he was)"

"Wahu? (Huh? He said something)"

"Nyah (he said he was kind in inverse proportion to his face scare. We were delighted to have your friend. I don't deserve to be old. I'm so uptight, I make sweets. I've never seen your husband like that.)"

"Wow (or face scare is good...)"

Because I care.

Because when does everyone in the mansion find out who they are and they're hissing about not getting kicked out?

"Nyah (I was wicked until I left, and it was disgusting enough. Not worthy of being old, yeah, not worthy of being old)"

"I wonder who's not worthy of being old?

From behind the smudging and crushing naphtha, a shadow swept.

"Gi, gi?! (Your husband?! How long have you been there?!

"I was just now. But wherever you are, you hear everything you're saying."

"Migi! (Oh, no! Cat rights infringement! Even the demons have privacy!

"Odd. There's no privacy for a user-demon who can't talk about his husband."

"Ginny! (Oh, no, no, no, no!

With the magic of Hecarte, Nafra is hung upside down in the air.

Hecarte looked at him like that with an abusive grin and magically cleaned out the dishes after I ate them.

"Hey. I don't know what to do today."

"Nya-na! (No, no, no!! No more adding weird demonic bodies. Oh!

You, are they usually doing that...

I can't do anything about it.

Because it's just a dog.

Nana.

"The punishment is a bath sentence."

Oh, it's a bath sentence.

What horrible hidden language of torture.

"Ginny! Ginny! (No! No baths!

"You, you won't be in there in three days. If you're going to name my demon, keep it pretty."

Oh, it was usually a bath.

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"Wow (that's why I came to the bath)"

Everything I've ever had is a recap!

There are three baths in this mansion, big and small, and it's the big baths that I have right now.

It's a huge bath for dozens of people at a time.

I don't normally use it on boulders, but today it is boiling specially because Hecarte is here.

The wet incense of the hot water boosts your mood for a bath.

The bath is one of the three great Japanese entertainment!

Two more, a bath beer and a baseball game!

Wow, my entertainment old man too......

"It's been a long time since I've had a big bath, Louta"

"Wow! (Sounds good! Can I swim?

"Ugh, it's competition."

A lady with a thread of clutter rushes to the bathroom.

"Oh, lady, please wait! Be careful because it slips!

A maid with a lady, oh my gosh, wraps her towel around her body and chases her.

"It's a bad habit, Nafra. I'm telling you I'll wash myself every inch of my body. Thank you."

"Migi! (Forgive me! Forgive me, my lord!

Elov, Hecarte heads to the bathroom with Nafra, sparingly exposing a charming body worthy of the name of the elf that was not.

"Hey, there's a hold on the back. Move on."

And it's Zenobia calling from behind.

It's kind of fresh to bundle burning red copper hair in the back.

A swordsman's tight body with a rich breast no less than a hectare.

The abs are flat cracked, more like a model than a swordsman.

Ha, eye bliss or wow.

If I were human, I'd blow my nose and fall.

He's a cute puppy, which is why he's allowed to serve. Hehe.

"Hey, try to imitate the lady oddly. I'm gonna screw that neck off."

A bottom-cold voice whispered in my ear.

Ha ha. Even today, Zenobia-chan's intent to kill is a bin.

... I'm going to cry.

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"Louta doesn't!

"Wow! (Whoa! You're a fast dog. Oh!

With a lady around my neck, I swim all over the bathroom.

"Wow, wow! hahahaha!

"Wow! (Huh! You can't beat those attractions!

Do everything you can to entertain Lady Mary.

That is the only mission that has been entrusted to this dog.

"Well, it's a good thing you're sweating, and let's have some fun."

Hecarte sits on a bench, paying for a Shizuku that glides through his skin like a ball.

It was installed in the bathroom. There was a bucket of ice in it.

"Hey, Nafra. Don't sleep in there, help me out here."

"Mi, Mi... (Mm, I can't...)"

At Hecarte's feet were stretches of naphtha, which had been thoroughly washed and had become like molten cakes.

"I can't help it. Zenobia, come here."

"Ha! Is it me!

Zenobia, who was called, rises from the hot tub with momentum.

Oh, is Zenobia intangible for Hecarte, too?

When Gikshak walks in, he hardens his body like a recruit and stands upright in front of Hecarte.

"Not that way, not this way. Shall we swallow together?

That said, when I pounded the seat next to the bench, I took one bottle out of the ice-packed bucket.

"Ha!? That's your secret wine......! That name is Roman jade, it is also from 1685, which is said to be a centennial common year......!

"Ugh, I brought it"

Hecarte cheeks on a bottle of wine like a lover.

"Also, he said he brought it. Wouldn't that be a problem......!?

"It's okay, it's okay."

It's okay, you.

That's certainly the one your dad's been looking forward to keeping.

I've seen them in a locked wine cellar.

I don't know if I have the forehead to build a house...

"Gandolph wouldn't be mad about this."

"No, you know, it's, but...!

Well, your dad won't be angry, but he'll sneak up and cry alone in the middle of the night. Poor thing.

"Well, well, here you go"

While Zenobia was muddled, Hecarte pulled out a cork of wine.

Two wine glasses are poured with red alcohol like ruby.

"Ah, that's how I feel...!

"Kanpai"

Chi, make a noise, Hecarte tilts the glass hard.

"Ha hoo, yummy. See, Zenobia, have a drink, too. If you say anything, just say I forced you to drink it."

"Ha, ha.... Then excuse me"

I guess I decided that any more solids would be rude.

Zenobia, ready, includes a bite of wine.

"Ko, this is...! What a deep taste......!

With her eyes wide open, Xenovia gazes at the glass of red.

"If you think a strong incense has arrived reminiscent of the great summer, it's like a cold throat over Shizuku slipping down an ice column. The flavor that spreads through your mouth is enjoyable and decadent, and the bitterness that leaves your nose makes you even think of death......!

Sommelier?

Brilliant poetic dimension review, thank you.

Good.

I want a glass of wine too.

"Oh, Louta, where are you going?

Dragging the lady Mary around her neck, I leave the hot tub and am drawn to the fuzzy Hecarte.

"Oh, I knew you'd come. I heard Gandolph was a swallowing guard, Louta."

Come on, you're looking forward to it.

Then the conversation is quick.

"Wow! (PLEASE! In that bite, I think I can buy 10 bottles of wine, please!

"Ugh, I don't know what to do"

"Wow! (Can I even show you in my stomach?! Shall we go around and squeal?!

"That's not funny."

Hecarte gave a naughty grin when he thought about it a little.

"Hehe..."

As Hecarte tilted his glass, he began to drool over his arm.

The red ball-colored Shizuku conveys his wrist from his arm and drips with his fingertips.

"Look, lick it"

"Guru...... wow! (Ki, Kisa Well! You're making fun of me! Who the hell do you think I am? That's what you think I'm gonna lick!

Though it would be decided to lick it!

I'll have it!

Pepperoni.

It's a reward in our industry.

Pepper pepper pepper.

Ugh, it's so awesome...!

Xenovia just admires it.

"Maybe more?

Hecarte reassembles her glossy legs and laughs sadistically.

Wow, a very good smile.

You look like a dos appraisal, you witch.

I'll lick it, though!

I'll shave you till your fingers come off, though!

"Mmmm..."

Lady Mary, who was watching the exchange, is peeling.

Oh, shit. I've spoiled the lady's mood.

But this wine is letting go of the wine!

I didn't say no to witch SM play!

Pepper!

"It's just sloppy loutah. I want a glass of wine, too."

Oh, that way.

"To Mary, this wine is a little strong. That's what the illness keeps you from doing, and keep it here."

With that said, Hecarte took out a vial with a pink liquid, unlike wine, from a bucket with ice.

If you look closely, there are plenty of petals sinking at the bottom.

"It's a syrup marinated with my grown rose petals. It smells so good, try it."

A little thick peachy syrup is brought to the glass, where cold water is poured quietly.

One last red rose petal on board had produced a beautiful drink with gradients there.

"Wow, beautiful... And it smells really good."

"Isn't it? It's good for beauty, so drink it."

When Hecarte urged, the lady drank it very much at once.

As soon as possible, splash the cheeks you wanted in the bath.

"Mmm! So sweet! But refreshing! Thank you, Doctor!

"You're welcome. How's Miranda doing with one? You wouldn't mind a drink over here, would you?

Hecarte calls on the maid who was holding back behind him.

Yeah, Zenobia's a diner, but the maid's usually at work. Can I drink alcohol?

"Thank you, Master Hecarte"

Receive the cold water from the rose and the maid laughs oh ugh.

And casually, it turns out the maid's name.

Mr. Miranda.

I remember.

The ladies sat on their benches, each drink in one hand, and blossomed in the conversation.

Except for a dog who heartily licks a witch's finger and a cat stretched out to the floor like a cake.