The new morning has come! A morning of hope!
Yesterday, I managed to sleep in my futon for once, and since the two who usually crawl into it and start a fight were away visiting relatives, I was able to greet the morning alone after a long time.
“Ah, what a clear and wonderful morning…!”
I mumbled to myself, stretching. Ah, the sunlight feels good.
But I’m sweating inexplicably, so first, I should take a shower to feel refreshed.
“That’s right… Is this what they call morning intercourse…? It’s a pleasant morning! Husband dear, did you enjoy yourself last night?”
A unfamiliar, sweet voice was right next to me, coming from behind.
Turning towards the voice, I saw a slender blonde with long hair.
A girl with a gentle aura, wrapped in sheets, was rubbing her eyes sleepily while lying face down.
I’ve never seen this girl before.
On the bedside table, a neat pile of something that looked like a red maid outfit was placed.
Also, the standard underwear of women in this world, white bloomers, were folded along with it… what a diligent girl.
But that means, the fact that bloomers – which are essentially pants – are there… means?
Her slender shoulders peeked out from under the sheets, and even in a face-down position, her rather large breasts had a noticeable presence, and her hips, despite her slender frame, were prominently curved. She was clearly stark naked.
However, the texture of her skin is unbelievably fine… She’s a teenager, isn’t she?
She looks incredibly soft to the touch…
But, alas! If I do anything unnecessary here, I’ll surely fall into a pit.
Control yourself! Control yourself! What happened to yourself when you gave in to your desires?
“…Wh-who are you? And, wh-what’s going on? Here.”
Stammering, I hastily averted my gaze and tried to recall yesterday’s actions…
A strange sweat broke out all over me.
Wait, think… Think!
I finished my day’s work, relaxing in the convenience store’s back room with a beer in hand, ordering stock.
So far, that’s the everyday part.
And from here, the extraordinary happened! A sudden event!
The first wave of members for the newly established Kuroie’s Personal Guard arrived, significantly delayed!
It was truly a sudden event… On top of that, they immediately requested to report their arrival to Kuroie and pay their respects, so Radcliff brought them to me.
Well, it was quite late at night, past midnight, so Kuroie was already asleep.
So, as Kuroie’s proxy, I received the report and declared the completion of the personnel transfer mission.
Incidentally, the personnel to be transferred were themselves, so it felt like a ridiculous self-fulfilling prophecy, but that’s apparently what they call an errand mission.
Furthermore, I had to send an emergency communication to Romeo’s homeland that the young ladies had arrived safely… and so on, I was quite busy.
Yes, yes… I remember!
There was a girl with a gentle, laid-back vibe among the first wave of the personal guard!
After gathering them all, I took roll call and said, “You’ve all had a long journey, thank you for your hard work!” I then gave them all drinks, bento boxes, and snacks from the convenience store’s unsold inventory, and they cheerfully went to the personal guard barracks that had already been prepared on the outskirts of the village.
Well, that was roughly it… yes.
I didn’t say anything like “You’re cute” to anyone in particular, nor did I show favoritism or stare at anyone.
Well, they were three days past their scheduled arrival date and everyone was worn out and disheveled, so I assumed they needed to rest quickly and skipped some things, that’s true.
By the way, if they had been a day later, I would have judged them to be lost and initiated a search with the entire security team.
They arrived just barely in time… Apparently, their carriage broke down at the last moment and they got stuck in the mud, so they ended up having to walk the last 50km or so over three days.
Walking 50km through this jungle… Well, a week is usually considered a generous amount of time, so they actually did well! And they made it back safely! They were amazing.
“Heh heh… A young lady and I… sharing a bed naked… In such a situation, a man should take responsibility, shouldn’t he? Right? Uh, umm… Can I call you Husband Dear? Kya, I said it…”
She completely ignored my question.
So, who are you? And why are you dressed like that? You haven’t answered!
…Her upbeat tone is quite cute, though…
But I can’t understand what you’re saying!
…I’m fully dressed, and I don’t remember doing anything.
This time, I’m absolutely innocent!
And you say “Husband Dear”… and that I should take responsibility… ?
Oh, perhaps she’s applying to be a runaway bride?
This is the first time I’ve encountered someone so aggressive, but I already have a wife…
Why do I have to bring a girl who looks to be in her teens into my room and share a bed with her?
Yesterday, I didn’t get drunk for once, locked my room, and went to bed.
Hmm, illegal entry? A night raid… something like that?
With Lansia and Kirika away, the security of my home is critically compromised.
Oh, I don’t think I locked the window.
“…I don’t understand, but before someone sees us and misunderstands, hurry up and get dressed.”
“Eh! Um, umm! Th-there’s more, you see? Y-you were so passionate last night… weren’t you? With me! That! Um. Was it just a one-night stand…? After all, you took my purity without mercy… no, rather, mercilessly… you should take responsibility like a man… Was that the right line?”
She’s saying lines that sound plausible, but her monotonous delivery lacks any conviction.
Does she even understand what she’s saying while saying it… ?
Being accused of impropriety with questions is quite novel.
But, if I may say so, she looks like the type of person who would easily get lost in a group…
Her speech is so slow and fluffy, she doesn’t seem like someone who would do something so reckless.
There’s a lurking sense of her being forced into this… or rather, it feels like she’s reading from a script that she barely remembers… ?
There seems to be something more going on…
This isn’t some kind of punishment game or a new form of hazing, is it?
I received a love letter and excitedly went to the designated spot, only to be met with: “Don’t take it so seriously, you idiot!” followed by a sullen retort. Then, from behind a tree, a formidable-looking gangster girl with a baseball bat and a mask appeared, and I was told, “You can go home now.” That was that summer…
Ugh, my head! I must not remember that!
And Kentaro Takakura stopped thinking…
No, that’s not it!
More importantly, if I get caught up in her pace, I’ll never get to the main point.
I’ve kind of figured out her objective, and I need to handle this decisively!
“Understood! You don’t need to say any more! You’re the daughter of some aristocrat, aren’t you, and you’re here to be a runaway bride for a political marriage? Please stop doing that. Uh, your name… I don’t remember it… Who was it? I think I’ve seen you before…”
Yes, I remember now… She was the one who seemed like a leader among the first wave of the personal guard.
But, when our eyes met, she suddenly turned stiff and froze up…
Then the girl next to her held up a script, and everyone around her cheered her on.
By the way, I remember she was the one who was most delighted when I gave her snacks.
She seemed more like a simple, fluffy type, not someone who would do something like this…
“…Eh! You don’t even remember my name… Ugh, I am Selmile Schatteluren… daughter of Duke Schatteluren… My friends… are the members of the first platoon who came with me… They all call me Selma for short. I like it too, so Husband Dear, please do too. That’s what I’d like.”
“Ah, yes. Thank you kindly… Selma, huh? It’s certainly easy to call you… My name is Kentaro Takakura. I also have the name Kenturi For Talcasias, but I’m more often called Takakura or Owner. Well, you can call me whatever you like.”
This fluffy speech is contagious!
“I see. Then, to compromise, I’ll call you Husband Dear. Oh, how unbecoming of me. They’ll scold me for acting like I’m the real wife!”
We’re not compromising! You have no intention of remembering my name, do you?
…Ah, I think I get it now.
The feeling that she’s not listening to me at all.
She seems like she’d go off on her own and leave everyone else behind. This unique atmosphere.
Is this called the “my world” type?
It’s a world of her own rules, so she’s a troublesome person who can’t be predicted.
In other words, something dangerous has happened! A new chapter has begun.
Originally, it was planned to be the final chapter, “The Empire Strikes Back.”
For a while, I’ll be taking a detour and doing a story that feels like a dating sim.
By the way, since these three girls are the heroines, the other girls will be a bit overshadowed, but that’s how it goes.
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