Isekai Torippu Shita Sono Bade Taberarechaimashita

It's our holiday together.

Spent the night late yesterday like your kids can't tell you.

Friendly sleeper...... the captain was up as usual when I tried.

Have breakfast with me, straighten up, have lunch, straighten up.

I mean, I'm only relaxing!

Previously, it seems the captain barely took a holiday that sounded like a day off.

That's enough for the platoon leader to complain that you should rest.

That's right, it was the original world, too, right? That kind of thing. It is noted that you should use your salary.

The army is a vertical society, it has a lot of brain muscle, and if the greatest captain in this fort doesn't rest, it can be hard for others to rest, too?

So the captain said that he was occasionally forced to make holidays by the platoon captain, but even on those days the captain had brought his work to his room.

This kind of thing, what is it? A man who loves his job? Workerholic?

Since I arrived, the platoon leader has said that I have come to take proper time off than before.

But even recently, I've been checking my paperwork before work starts and on breaks, and I do occasional work on days off.

So today, I made it tough to get away from work all day. Using lover privileges.

Today I am on a serious mission to ensure that the captain is well rested.

So, I said, what are you doing now?

I am currently on the sofa in the captain's private room, where the captain has a knee pillow to sit on.

You said something about a serious mission, you might think.

This is still a proper part of the mission.

If my head is on my knees, the captain can barely move.

I can't bring the paperwork, and I can't do more work writing.

The captain's hands are busy trying to hold my head.

So... it feels good...

"Please be more"

When I do, the captain keeps my head shut.

Sometimes I try to comb my hair to the tip of my hair, or tickle my ears.

The captain also soothes his eyes when he laughs when he dulls in his naughty hands.

Afternoon cheerfulness, surrounded by calm air all the time.

Sometimes such a relaxing holiday is a good thing.

"I kind of feel like a captain's cat."

That's what I said, because the captain's hands are so gentle.

Gobbling, and I feel like I'm about to throat you like a cat.

"You won't be a cat"

"I know, but"

It's just a story. Okay, and I point my lips.

It seems that the face was funny, and the captain spills a tickle and a grin.

Then he broke his hips about what he thought and let the kiss fall on my lips.

"Are you going to treat me like a lover?

To me with my eyes round, that's what the captain said.

Only show it to me, my lover, with a look that contains sweetness.

Right, you treat me like I don't have any more lovers.

It's kind of amazing, I think I lost.

"... Captain, it's cowardly."

"Until I told you the truth."

I stuck my face to the captain's stomach so that I could bend over.

That's my head, Captain, just like earlier.

I feel it, as if my nerves are going through my hair, even every single movement of those fingers.

Embarrassing, ticklish.

But this is, I'm sure, a mix.

Gentle, warm, big hands.

The hand of someone who protects me.

The hand of someone who cares more about me than anyone else.

Hands that make me believe this guy will be fine.

Captain's, hands.

"Me, you're just sweet on the captain, aren't you?"

With my face pressed against the captain's stomach, I spill pounding.

I'm not just saying this right now.

Not just physical stuff, like right now.

Already, all this time, I'm sweet and sweet to the captain, sweet all the time.

"Who do you sweeten to without sweetening your lover?"

"It is. A little too sweet, I don't know."

The captain gently strips me from my stomach to smile.

My grey eyes are staring down at me.

Like peeking into the bottom of my heart.

"Some things are called man's will. It's sadder not to be sweet."

To the words of the captain, I lay my neck.

Is that what it is?

Men are difficult creatures, aren't they?

"I'm sure I won't be able to fulfill all your wishes."

That said, the captain has a self-derisive grin.

That's not true. The captain always gives me the words I want. It takes for granted what I want you to do.

Spoiled like that, I get more and more selfish.

More, I want this. I want that one, and I'm losing my teeth.

"The captain is a good spoiler..."

"I'm ten years older than you."

To me swollen, the captain gave me such a gentle smile that there was no more.

The look on my face, which I don't even see so much, makes my chest feel queasy.

The captain, with his big hand, raises the forehead on my forehead and combs his hair slowly as it is.

My dark hair fleeing between my thick, long fingers.

I was already caught by the captain a long time ago, and I can't get away with it.

"I regret it."

Take the captain's hand and cheek at it.

I feel comfortable with the plush that it conveys immediately.

Big, firm bones, thick and hard skins, the hands of a fighting man.

I really like this hand that can protect a lot of people.

"I really, really like the captain."

"I know."

"I want the captain to like me even more."

"It's still too much."

Mouth whatever you want, it's the captain's words of love that return.

The captain tries to convey his feelings properly in fewer words, when he is short of words.

I don't know if you're dissatisfied at all, but maybe not.

Every sincere word echoes in my heart and becomes a sparkling treasure.

You're loved. It makes me feel good.

"Heh heh, sounds kind of like a dumb couple"

"... you can't deny it"

When I squirt, the captain gets a very bitter look.

Wrinkles between eyebrows are not because they are angry or grumpy.

It's lit. 'Cause I've been looking at the captain for a long time. I know.

"Yeah, I knew it, I felt it"

"What?

I giggle at the captain who asks me strangely.

"I mean, I really love the captain."

I told the captain, hoping that all this feeling would be conveyed as it were.

Still, it's not like I lost what I'm doing anymore.

Things you don't want to think about, let's not think about them for now.

Most importantly, the feeling that you like the captain.

As long as I knew that, so far, I felt fine.