Isekai Torippu Shita Sono Bade Taberarechaimashita

Always, there's something you think.

"The captain can be more selfish."

Lunch break, come see the captain in his room to see if he's resting properly.

When we were having tea together and relaxing, I finally said.

I don't know, I think the captain is too stoic.

I know to do what I do for others without pursuing my own interests. Make it work, make it love, it's thorough altruism.

As someone who stands on top of people, it's a very appealing temperament, but as a lover, you want to be a little sweeter.

... extra because I can't give you what the captain wants the most right now.

"It would just be ugly, like a man's selfishness"

To my words, the captain frowns inexplicably.

It's ugly!? That's not to be overheard!

"That's not true! I want you to say cute selfish!

"Cute......"

The wrinkles between the eyebrows deepen.

Oh, that? Then let's be selfish, shall we? That's crazy, huh?

Wouldn't you have preferred the expression cute? Something trivial, I mean.

Guys are a lot harder...

"For example, you want me to say I like you to kiss me or give me a hug!

"You don't have to tell me it's happening."

"Ha!"

Ha, indeed......!!

To say that you like to kiss, hug and hug from me is a routine tea meal. Especially because I don't hesitate to flirt at night.

Isn't it more of a night I invite? Are you out of your mind?

Hmm, looks like I'm gonna have to think about this for a second.

That night.

"I want to!

I jumped into the captain's room and hugged him from the front to the captain who looked back at this one.

Gyuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

"... what's up"

"Trying to spoil the captain."

To the confused captain, I answered confidently.

If you won't be selfish, I realized you could just spoil the captain from me.

In the original world, I had heard in something that a hug can help reduce people's stress.

The human skin is a relief, and there is animal therapy, so I feel that it is credible.

At the moment, when I'm doing this, I feel like I'm in the same mood, and I feel like the captain's chest.

Wouldn't this be spoiling the captain in a good way?

"I want to be sweet. Is that a mistake?"

"No! I'm spoiling it!

"I don't care either way."

With that said, the captain strokes my head with Pompon.

I feel comfortable with the big hand plumping. I accidentally loosened my cheeks and then returned to me.

"No, you can't! Be spoiled properly ~!"

There's no point in me being spoiled!

The captain is too good at spoiling and in trouble.

If you look up at the captain, look down at me with a gentler face than you think.

... Oh, I thought.

"Sufficiently sweet"

Pomp, and the captain strokes his head again.

The voice is as gentle as the expression, somewhere sweet.

Operation Spoil failed, but I couldn't get angry anymore.

"That's a lie..."

"True."

The captain, who no longer has the wrinkles between his eyebrows and seems to be in a good mood, is handsome with all the usual insurance.

In the end, I just learned the depth of the captain's nostalgia and the goodness of people.

... I knew they loved me.

Then another few nights later.

In the exact time after dinner, I cut out the story.

"I've been trying to figure out a way to spoil the captain ever since."

"... were you still going on"

I hear the captain, who tells me like he was scared, had already made the topic a thing of the past.

What is it, you're still burly active in me. It was more of a priority idea!

"Often, you think the posture of holding your head in your chest is what I do, right? If I had more breasts..."

Isn't there? Hold your head. Okay, okay, or something.

That's a position that's made up because you have a busty breast.

My thin... No, a slightly understated breast would be as much as a sparrow tear of motherhood to be felt.

I think it's always like an excuse that I still have a B for this, but I also feel like neither A nor B will change in this world...

"How does the captain want to be spoiled?

Direct ball match. If you don't know what to think, it's best to ask directly.

I want to spoil the captain, so it makes no sense if the captain doesn't do what he wants me to do.

Because I know the captain will go along with a story that doesn't matter how much.

"If you want to spoil me, it'll be easy."

"Huh?"

When he snapped his neck without knowing what it meant, the captain who was sitting next to him turned this way from body to body.

A slowly stretched hand wrapped around my cheek and my thumb regarded my lower eyelid as soothing.

I really felt a demonic color dwelling behind the gray eyes of the usually cool captain.

"... Captain, he's got a nasty eye..."

Now the captain looks completely predator.

If you lose your mind, you're going to be swallowed up all over your head.

"That's what I'm talking about"

The captain is an adult. Not to be as clear in words as when I invite you, but this is how I take it to that atmosphere.

I get drunk by that air every time, so I figured you'd be no match for the captain.

My chest is not thrilled with anticipation of a hot night. I can't help but want to be eaten fast.

There is no objection to the act of nurturing love. Rather welcome.

I don't know if it really makes you sweet, but the captain says so, so I'm sure it's okay.

"Enjoy it," I grinned and hugged.