Goodnight, Mr. Wolf

Aria, who was to leave the country with her doctor's permission, was desperately trying to persuade Siegfried as she prepared to leave the country. To the push question, which lasted nearly an hour, everyone around them was silently thorough loading their luggage, losing interest. Only Lars is watching the grate and the two of us.

"I want to ride a horse too, not a carriage!

"So it's too early for Aria."

"But I want to ride."

"But it's not. The road is dangerous and dangerous. Besides, if Aria rode, she wouldn't have enough horses, would she?

"But... Mr. Lars!

"Huh? Is that me?

"Please let me ride the horse with you!

"I don't mind."

"Mr. Lars says it's good!

"... aria"

Unexpectedly he is called by his name in a low voice, shaking his shoulders in horror. The narrowed golden eyes do not float the usual gentle colors.

"Lars can go back to prepping"

"... ok"

Looking back again and again at Lars' back leaving the scene, Aria feels very attentive. Lars is so sweet against that look. I was happy to find someone who was going to be on my corner side, but I was driven away by the sound of a Siegfried crane.

"I didn't come loaded with saddles that I could ride sideways. Saddles for horses over here won't fit the size, and I can't do it this time."

"Me, it doesn't have to be a lateral ride"

"In that outfit?

I'm told, I look down at my outfit. A dress with a fluffy hem is so classy that it's not strange to go out to a nightclub like this.

"This is... because there's no way Kaela is' dowry in the corner but not dressed 'loud and"

"That's right. This is your important dowry. [M] I don't want to tarnish the beautiful dress in the corner, and I can't force it without removing the bandages."

Hold the bandage on your right wrist and drape it down. Siegfried is right. This is just Aria's home. Making time like this is a very annoying thing in itself.

"Okay. Sorry for the inconvenience..."

If he caresses the beastly, breathing beard of a big horse, he says, "Not today," in an unchanging voice. He stared at each other with his crushed eyes and tasted the thought of his chest tightening with cucumber.

"... I don't have a choice. I'll give you a ride with me for a little while."

Siegfried drops a big sigh when he finally loses his roots.

"Is that true?

"But if you get tired or something hurts, just say it."

"Yes!"

"I'll get something to replace the saddle, so Aria can rest in the shade."

"I'll help"

"No, you can't. Your cheeks are already red."

My cheeks are stroked with my hands still wearing black leather gloves today. I had a chilly feeling, I guess, because Aria's skin does have heat. The white skin inherited from my mother easily becomes red and swollen even in small amounts of sunlight.

"I'll lend you this. Wait till I call you."

What got me on my head was a hat on Siegfried's head until earlier. It's too big for Aria, and it slips down to the eye area. By the time he lifted his knob, Siegfried had already moved away from Aria.

"... you're basically in military uniform"

Siegfried and the face of the mission he is taking are all dressed in military uniforms. In a disappointed body, a blue uniform often appears. They move vividly, making a dominant move that looks like a military man.

Follow Siegfried's words and stand alone in the shade of a tree. A blurry look at the state of preparation and think that the time has finally come to leave the country. For some reason, it's not about my father or my mother that floats in my brain. It was about the little jeans that protected me from getting lost in the garden at a young age.

I should have raised it in confidence with everyone, but my body soon grew bigger and I found it. Aria doesn't know where he went when he was taken out of the garden. If you asked, maybe you could have told me, but I was scared to ask.

It has no power whatsoever and is difficult to live alone. The body was big but still young. Maybe it's happier not to think about it, such as after him.

"Aria, we're ready."

From a short distance, Siegfried called. I try to rush over, my legs snap and fall as-is. Shortly after I grabbed my cap in awe, I stuck it in the lawn from the face.

"Aria!?"

I get held up by Siegfried and stand up with my hat held down with both hands.

"... take care of yourself more than a hat"

Have him wipe the dirt on his face, dye his cheeks and snort. It's just a failure in front of Siegfried. Nothing, there aren't always so many coarse phases.

"My leg hurts, doesn't it?

"How did you know?

"Because walking is weird. Did you rub your shoes at the night club?

"How do you know...!?"

"You would have worn very high heeled shoes, wouldn't you? You tried to fit me."

"You're looking at it all. It's embarrassing."

"You don't have to. Because Aria's still tiny."

He strokes his head from the top of his hat, pointing his lips. It hurts me a little that I haven't been dealt this far, although this may be the kind of place I see as childish.

"But I, when I get over there, will I officially marry Master Siegfried? I don't want to look like a child forever."

"That's what I'm thinking, I can wait till Aria's older."

"Until I... grow up?

"Yeah. That would look better on a wedding dress, too"

"Big, till..."

He smiles gently with his gaze and touches his chest with both hands. The words I heard yesterday - "I don't care about that little girl" - weren't meant to refer to her height.

(Oh my... Dear Siegfried loved big tits!

Aria is already sixteen. I've barely grown in height in the last two years or so. In such aria, it would be about here when it comes to where we can expect to grow in the future.

Lillianne, who was indeed the first to apply for marriage, has a fruitful breast, unlike Aria. By comparison, Aria is modestly physically fit and lonely to such an extent that even her breasts are "not necessary". For Siegfried, who loves big tits, Aria must be just "an unfortunate daughter-in-law with no forefinger movement.

"I understand, Master Siegfried. Me, I'll grow up and show you, so stay tuned!

"Yeah. I'm looking forward to it"

He stroked his head again, but not so angry this time either. Because I could hope. If we could get a big Siegfried favourite breast, maybe we could get him to like it. Instead of being treated like a child like this, they might be able to see you as one adult woman.

(My sisters all have big breasts. Maybe even me, you can get bigger if you work hard......!

Forgetting that her own mother's breasts were so discreet and whispering, Aria inflated her breasts to expectations.