Your Highness, the Voice of Your Heart is Leaking!

"I'd really like to go back to the main residence (here)..."

"I know this is an important time. Don't worry about me."

……

As for Zizzy, I was going to return a full answer, but somehow I felt Geisel's expression shaded, tilting his neck with that one. Then the emotional discharge echoes at a more modest volume than usual.

'I'm glad you understand what I do... but am I the only one who feels lonely... Sometimes I want to be selfish about "I want to see you" or "come home," but well this is also Zizzy's kindness, so I can't say such a luxury...'

When I heard that, Zizzy accidentally swallowed her breath.

(Well, that's... if you can do it, even me...)

I am aware that Geisel is extremely busy and I do not have time to go home and sleep. That is why Tsitsy has also endured loneliness when it is the Queen's duty to rest in precious times.

But Geisel at the time, I know he thinks he's just as lonely, and the emotion that he was pushing to kill lights on.

(But I can't correct what I just said...)

Eventually Geisel's hand slipped away from Zizzy's jaw. Wait, and Zizzy shook his hand reflexively. Before Geisel, who suddenly rounded his eyes, Zizzy opened her mouth as the fire seemed so red from her face.

"Ga, Master Geisel!

"Hey, what's up?"

"Eyes, close your eyes!

"Oh, oh..."

Geisel, who had blinked his eyes a few times, followed Tsitsy's impatient instructions with great care.

Long eyelashes lie down and frozen blue eyes are hidden.

Tsitsy exhaled loudly, all right, and she got in the mood.

(This time, …)

It's time to take your body forward. Geisel's well-groomed appearance approached and Zizzy was driven by the urge to escape now. But this is the only way to convey my feelings to Geisel, and I look at him with embarrassment and diligence.

Eventually I set my aim on Geisel's thin lips.

I gently reached into his jaw, taking care not to weigh in. Geisel's eyelashes wobbled slightly, but he doesn't open his eyes.

(Or tilt your face, then...)

The sound of the heart is loud. Surprised by the smoothness of the skin he doesn't think of as a man, Zizzy brings his face closer as he was prepared to.

But was it because I meditated on my eyes just before, or was my eyesight wrong? Zizzy's mouth wasn't lips, but Geisel's cheeks - around the bottom of his eyes, just faintly left a mark to finish.

I just didn't have the nerve to try it a second time, and at the same time that Zizzy let go of her body so she could be played, Geisel kept her eyes firmly open.

"... Zizzy? What the hell is that..."

(Ahhh, I fail again ⁉ duh, how can I say...)

While desperately spinning his brain, which was about to run wild with heat, Zitzie mouthed the words that came to her heart intact.

"Here, now, I forgive you!

After speaking, Zizie hastily blocked her mouth.

What should I do?

I turned to His Majesty the Emperor, though my husband, and used words as if against a friend. Whereas Zizzy has shrunk down like a small animal, Geisel eventually drops the pompous word.

- I've made up my mind.

"... Yes?

"I'm leaving today. I'll definitely go home."

"Ga, Master Geisel......?

"I don't care what anyone says, go home. So... don't go to sleep."

Saying so, Geisel let his arms turn behind his own neck as he embraced the trembling Zizzy. Soon the offense is reversed, approximating a baffling zizzy, holding the back of his head and dropping his mouth deep.

'How the hell am I supposed to flirt with me? This guy... Are you unconscious? If it's vegan, it's something other men have never fallen before. I don't like Lassie's royalties, but maybe I can just thank them for that.'

(Ga,... Geisel, Sama...)

If you notice, Zizzy's body is leaning largely backwards and is still likely to be laid. I use my abs to resist desperately, but I can't even match the power of Geisel. Eventually his weight hits, and Zizzy finally turns his face bright red.

So, the sound of a knock on the door sounded.

"- Master Geisel. Mr. Randy has told me that you would like to return to the Royal Palace because of an urgent incident."

……

As Zizzy raised her fearful gaze, there was a stiff Geisel figure with her face down. Even if I can't hear my heart, I can tell that I'm fighting with fierce grief.

But as it was, when it was over to work, Zitzie couldn't help but speak up.

"Heh, Your Majesty..."

"... I know"

Geisel, who answered with a voice color like swallowed lead, eventually woke up slowly and stood up. Zizzy also quickly straightens up the mess and gets up off the couch. Then over Zizzy's head, a big Geisel hand came down.

"Remember the promise?

"Yes, sir"

"Save your meal first.... come to the master bedroom at night"

Geisel sneezed, and after messing with Zizzy's forehead, he immediately returned to his usual prestigious expression and left the reception room behind. One of the remaining zizzies gradually blushes from neck to forehead as she strokes her split hair.

(Shh, master bedroom... I mean, that's...)

It's been a long time since I've seen Geisel enough, but this rapid development.

Tsitsy crouched on the spot with much embarrassment.