Isekai Torippu Shita Sono Bade Taberarechaimashita

At night, when I got back to my room after work, there was a fine sakura there.

"I love you, Captain -!

Sakura smiled and shouted like that, and she held onto me with momentum.

Smells like alcohol, fluffy when I took it.

I sighed knowing why I was in such a good mood.

"... are you drunk again"

"I'm not drunk!

Sakura answers well.

I wonder how little credit the word lacks in person. That's what drunkards are for.

"You can't declare yourself."

Who gave him a drink? Several of her fellow servants come to mind, but none of them come with pins.

I felt more likely to be the person in the kitchen that I adored her.

As the whimsical victim of the Spirit, named Guest of the Spirit, two months and a little after Sakura came to this world.

Even after standing like a guardian's replacement has become a clear relationship with my lover, I continue to be swayed by Sakura, who does nothing without clapping every time.

Especially if you think about what you've done before when you've been drunk, and how brilliant you've been, I'd like to tell you never to drink again.

You won't ask me where I said it, so I guess I'll have to give it up.

"It's terrible, Captain. Believe me!"

"There's no such thing as believable."

Sakura moaning in my arms, I kick ass.

I know from my last experience that I don't get drunk on my face.

The hotter than usual body temperature and the prolonged way she talks is proof she's drunk.

"If you're not drunk,"

"I don't care what you think, I'm drunk"

"I'm not drunk!"

Gyu, and Sakura, full of strength, hugs me.

That wasn't the kind of body I could handle, but it's slightly painful.

A drunk is something that cannot be applied or subtracted. Sakura was not an example either.

"Come on, admit it. Totally."

Crush into a sigh mix and comb Sakura's dark hair nodding her face on my chest.

We have to calm her down somehow.

It would be easier if you fell asleep, but you won't be able to do it right away because of this vigor.

Maybe I'll just have to deal with him until Sakura feels better.

"I'm sober. I'm not drunk. I don't want to get drunk."

"Everyone has a tolerance. I guess you've just never had a strong drink before."

Twenty years old is an adult in the Sakura world.

I guess freshly grown Sakura didn't drink as much as she said herself.

Or maybe the alcohol in her world is weaker than the alcohol commonly consumed here.

Either way, Sakura didn't even say she was vulnerable to alcohol, but she wasn't strong.

"... I'm not drunk"

For some reason, Sakura doesn't really try to admit it.

It would be like proving drunk at a time when the salutation is about to fall out.

I may be natural because I'm drunk, but I didn't understand what I was thinking.

"Why do you insist?"

I'll keep asking what bothered me.

Though I didn't expect much answer.

"Because drunkenness is a pain in the ass ~. There was someone tangled alcohol to relatives. Honestly."

"You're similar now, though."

In a way, this would also be tangled liquor.

It's complicated to wonder if you got involved with the rest of them before you came into this room.

Hearing my words, Sakura looked up about time.

Look at that face, I'm a little nervous.

Sakura looked like she was going to cry.

"Am I a pain in the ass? Isn't that right?... I hate it, do you?

With an anxiously trembling voice, Sakura makes repeated inquiries.

I'm going to be fascinated by the lukewarm dark eyes.

It's drunken bullshit, and I couldn't make it evil.

Because when I did poorly, I even seemed more serious and uptight than my usual sakura.

Because of the alcohol in it, what you hide on a daily basis may have spilled out a puffy.

"You can't possibly hate it"

I answered with the sweetest voice possible.

Slip your fingers on Sakura's cheeks to remove anxiety.

If I can hate you for this, I hate you so much.

I don't know how much I've been swayed.

"Really?"

"If it's any trouble about you, I'm not gonna spare you the hard work."

I'll make it clear to Sakura that I'm going to ask.

Not only because I am a guest of the Spirit, but I knew as soon as I was dealing with it that Sakura individuals were different from normal women.

Still, because she was always such a precious being, a loved one.

Because I wanted to get it, and I always wanted to be with you, and that's what I thought.

As ready as I was to take care of the whole thing, I was ready.

"I want to, I want to ~"

"Don't tear it up."

I slammed my forehead in Sakura, whistling weird on my voice.

I'm not good at telling you things that expose me to my heart. But I talked seriously about getting rid of Sakura's anxiety.

I knew it was useless to say anything to a drunk, but I also want to complain about one of them.

"Eh heh, can I trouble you? If you say that, it could be sweet."

With a smile on his face, Sakura leans over to my chest.

That's more like a cat you miss to your owner than a woman you sweeten to your lover.

"Never mind."

I give back my head like a cat.

I'd rather you sweetened me than be weird shy.

Of course, I know there are limits, but a Sakura with an unexpectedly adult side would be fine.

He's like a naughty kid, and he knows how to pay attention like an adult.

That imbalance must be one of Sakura's attractions.

"I'm loved."

"Right."

I laughed bitterly at Sakura for saying so.

True, when I loved you, I never told you that.

If you put it into words, you're going to be filled with thoughts. I am unable to communicate well.

From Sakura, who says she likes it as much as she likes it every day without a coward, my attitude may be disturbing.

The truth is, I have many times more feelings than Sakura has for me.

I'm so much more anxious.

I love Sakura and I want Sakura's love.

"I want to, too. I love you. I love it a lot more ~"

Sakura says that, knowing my mood or not.

I'm being honest with you that he may be serious, but he won't have it.

Exactly. Now I'm not doubting Sakura's thoughts anymore. Sakura definitely likes me.

But that thought is definitely not enough for me.

I think deeply of Sakura so much that I'm so sure of it.

"I want to... Suki no..."

Leaving behind a pretty confession, Sakura fell asleep.

You were all that tense until just now, and that's something like drunk.

I'll hold you up so you don't wake me up and take you to your bedroom.

Let him lie gently in bed and peek into Sakura's face, which spills a healthy sleep.

I'm sure when I wake up tomorrow, I'll be back in Sakura as usual.

Neither anxiety nor dissatisfaction will let me see it all unwrapped.

Sakura, who does not adorn her mind, tries to lid her negative emotions though.

Maybe I haven't noticed that myself.

Always smiling, making a face that there's nothing unpleasant about it.

It was only recently that I realized that it was only quietly hurting deep down in my heart.

I have to make sure I don't take away the delicate side of her that I can't just look outside.

Gently drop the mouthfeel on the closed eyelids.

May her sleep be a restful thing.

Hopefully, so that the anxiety of nesting in her chest is gone at all.