Isekai Torippu Shita Sono Bade Taberarechaimashita

Then I obviously stopped avoiding Sakura.

Naturally, though, there is no way we can go back to the same relationship we had before.

"Captain, I like it!

When she looked at me, she began to make a confession like a greeting.

Have you picked a place, or is it my room, when no one else is around?

To the words of love I was easily told, I smile without responding.

"Don't look like that, even though I mean it. You're going to have a broken heart."

Drop your eyebrows and hold your mouth, Sakura says so with a disgruntled look.

How can she not know that that only sounds like a joke?

"Is that all we're talking about?"

I purposefully make a hard voice to end the conversation.

I didn't have enough room in my heart to hang out with her jokes.

What I want is not such a light word.

It's not a thin thought, telling him like a greeting and not hurting him greatly if he says no.

You think it's love, affection, obsession, monopoly craving?

I want strong thoughts that can be directed solely at me.

No matter how far back I was, Sakura wouldn't let me go.

I'm not going to stop confessing instead of saying hello.

Nature and my answers became cold, and my relationship with Sakura was shattered.

I can't keep doing this.

That's all I knew.

But there is no choice.

No matter how light the words, if they tell you they like it, they also want to expect it.

If they come near me, they want to touch me.

Trying to discipline yourself, it's natural to take a distance.

The distance between the two seemed like a distance between the hearts as it were.

One day like that, there was clearly something wrong with Sakura, who came to the room for a lunch break.

A decent eye, a sweet, faint voice as it floats in the heat. My whole body is hot, my pulse is fast and I return an excessive reaction just by lightly touching it.

It just didn't look like he had a fever.

Milt or Lett's face turns his head to see if someone even serves him medicine, but there's no reason for Milt to move, and Lett is just now going to King's Capital.

He said he was worried about what was going on without knowing what the cause was.

"Captain, touch me."

Sakura whispered in my ear.

I could see the body reacting.

Don't you weigh yourself even when you're not feeling well?

How dare you treat me?

"No more teething"

With bitter thoughts, I tell you in such a low voice as to be.

"You don't have to hold your teeth."

"I told you I wouldn't hold you"

"Ignore that"

Reason flirts with the boring but understandable language of temptation.

I sighed, as I cast out the heat that began to tickle my body.

Then, lift Sakura up and carry her to bed.

Not to ride her temptation, but to put her to sleep.

You won't be able to work the afternoon like this. You should take care of it and let it rest.

Put a futon on the Sakura and hold his head.

It's easy to get thin when you're not feeling well.

I thought I'd at least stay by your side until I fell asleep.

Only now, I don't care about distance.

Exactly, because my desire will also keep me quiet in front of a sick Sakura.

"I don't want to."

The dark eyes that look up at me like I blame them are either because of the fever or because they are lukewarm.

Sakura tricked me with her muffled voice as she hid her mouth in a futon.

Should I be angry with that word or should I be depressed?

Without answering, after all, I couldn't say anything, so I continued with Sakura's head.

I'm sure it's not wrong to be unwilling.

I left my sleeping sakura in my room and did my job as usual.

I was worried about Sakura, who was in strange shape, even though I thought it would be okay because it was locked, and I was reluctant to say that the job went away.

Still, after my share of work today, when I came back to my room, Sakura was just about to wake up.

ill health, so I was specifically transported to my room for a Sakura dinner.

I haven't had a meal with you in a month. Unlike before, Sakura's share is properly different.

As he ate with fresh thoughts, Sakura told him what his dreams were about.

Apparently, a spirit came out in a dream.

I had heard of the Spirit of the Son of Man coming into my dreams. Even those who cannot see the Spirit in reality can meet him in their dreams?

In Sakura's case, I guess we can even see it in real life, but maybe he went into a dream because he was just asleep.

The Spirit taught me in my dreams, why I am ill.

I couldn't stop my face from sticking to the content.

It seems that the spirit in the Sakura remembered what happened the first night and wanted to taste what it felt like then again.

Though I was told that a thing called the Spirit is hard for man to understand, living only with his senses.

Wouldn't this be too selfish?

Spirit guests, Sakura, are not spiritual toys. There's no way you can swing whatever you want.

And Sakura herself, who has not felt much anger at the outrage of the Spirit, is also a problem.

"So hold me"

I'm not sure about a person named Sakura at all because it's something I would even mention that.

What the hell are you thinking? Maybe he hasn't thought about it.

I'm sure I look as harsh as a demon right now.

"So what is it? There's no way you can ask that."

Quite simply, that's what I've been avoiding the most here lately.

He said not to act without feelings.

It was so hard for me to discipline myself that I couldn't figure out my original sense of distance.

I know why. Because Sakura taunts my passion.

Do not lay your hands on Sakura. I don't want to hurt Sakura.

What does it mean that Sakura herself is the one who interrupts that thought?

As you expected my answer, Sakura will persuade me.

I'm in a good mood, what a joke-like choice of words, but I don't really mean to be Sakura.

A spiritual guest who has the protection of the Spirit and manages to live in a crowd. If the Spirit abandons you, there are tough things to think about just what happens.

The biggest harm is that the words don't make sense.

Unlike going abroad, no one knows Sakura's spoken language is anywhere in search of the rest of the world.

That's definitely supposed to be fear.

That's why I can't even drink Sakura's suggestion.

"... when this happens, it's a last resort. I'm going to Mr. Platoon Leader."

Sakura said it was quick or she tried to turn herself around and leave the room.

"Wait. What are you going to do"

The compass is longer for me. Before Sakura got to the door, I grabbed her wrist and made her stop walking.

Sakura looks back with a soothing face.

You want your hands to let go, you're gently pulling or shaking your hands, but the resistance to that extent is painless or itchy.

"Of course, to have you hold me"

Rejected.

I say pissy, so that I can put it over my words.

"The captain doesn't have that authority!

Sakura also raised her voice instantly.

Strong voices are filled with irritability.

I guess that means Sakura is desperate too.

"... please"

He put his strength into Sakura's wrist-shaking hand so as to hold it aside.

I know. As much as I have no right to stop Sakura.

Still, if you can't, you can't stop feeling like you don't like it.

I can't believe the milt... even if it's not him, I want to half-kill the other guy for just imagining it touching her skin.

Wouldn't Sakura mind?

You said you liked me. With that mouth, I tell you what it is to have another man hold you.

After all, I guess I'm the only one in love.

Sakura's confession was like a nori on the spot, I guess it wasn't pleasant.

I want to be shocked by myself. It should have been something I knew from the beginning, but at the bottom of my heart, they expected it.

"It's sloppy, Captain. No, no, no, no, no. I don't know what to do."

With a troubled face, Sakura looks up at me.

I could even see the man in me reacting to the look that could stir that protective appetite.

I'm starting to wonder why I'm rejecting Sakura.

If you want Sakura too. If that's for Sakura as well.

Nothing. Isn't there a problem?

I hear the whispers of the devil coming from within me.

I also intend to take responsibility. Even spirits who are hissing now don't know when to do the same thing again.

If only enough to give it to some other guy who doesn't even think about how Sakura feels.

Wouldn't I be better able to take care of her?

But it's not. And I deny it on the inside.

Because I want to take care of it more than anyone else. You mustn't put your hands on it to take care of it.

Don't leave Sakura's feelings aside.

What I want is not Sakura's body.

My heart, because I want it to be mine someday.

Now, you can't get your hands on it.

"Do you hate my body that much? I don't want to hug you again."

"There's no way.... you know and you hear"

If you don't like Sakura's body, you didn't even avoid it that way in the first place.

He wants to touch it. I have already told Sakura that I want to take care of it.

You know how I feel about Sakura.

"Well, isn't that nice? It's a disgrace to a man not to eat."

As Sakura put it, it's light everywhere.

I just don't care how I feel or even how I feel about myself.

I wouldn't be.

That wouldn't be an easy problem.

I want a family, Sakura said when.

That shouldn't really make sense unless you're the one who wanted it.

Or am I, for Sakura, a man to the point of being too sorry for the occasion?

"You..."

How can I describe this feeling?

How can I put it, can you pass it on to Sakura?

"If I don't have your heart. I can only connect with my body."

The words sounded more real than I thought.

Yes, the body alone, it's not enough anymore.

That's why I'm so desperate to convince her.

I want to be Sakura's family.

I want to be what makes Sakura happy to be here in this world.

By my side, I want you to laugh all the time.

"Even if I like you, I don't believe in feelings, Captain."

The other hand of Sakura can be attached to my hand, which I kept grabbing my wrist.

I was relieved to say that it was at a time like this when she was beside herself in the plush coming from her small, soft hands.

"I guess it's because your attitude doesn't make me believe it."

"How can you believe me?

My eyes look up at me like they blend in the darkness of the night.

Waiting quietly for an answer, she looked more serious than usual.

I turned a blind eye without being able to take the gaze I could point straight at.

"... don't bother me too much"

All I could say was yes.

If you can believe it, I want to believe it too.

But I can't feel it from Sakura's words.

Even a fraction of the love I have for her, if I could have taken it.

Then I said I could hold it in this hand without worrying about anything.