Monster no Goshujin-sama

Twenty-one.

"... from now on, you should ask Mr. Rose to make some special clothes, too, than you decided to dress up as a girl."

I looked under my mask at my friend, who had spoken slightly earlier.

On the face of the genuine vegetable, which has been made to hold its body from under slightly disturbed clothes, is slightly Zhu. Friendly friend and 'guardian' in the literal sense of watching her weak body from time to time - your husband asked me to do that before we broke up, so I can say so now with my chest up - may be my desire, but the appearance of the genuine vegetables in the blushing and weakened atmosphere was usually cuter than usual, and there was an atmosphere that aroused the seer's desire for asylum.

Either way, that reaction, which I found 'cuter than usual', meant that it was' unusual to see 'rare, which reminded me of the doubt.

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Tilt your neck. Make an expression. Prepare your mind to move your mouth at the same time before you utter the word.

Unconsciously linking all of this is an enormous task, and, of course, I can't wait because every single task requires delicate and extreme adjustments.

I admire the fact that human beings are such a big deal. It was unquestionable that any human being had better processing power than me, and that alone deserved respect.

... Hi I don't feel like the day is coming when I can do this to myself, who is a doll, but I can't help but cry. All I can do is try to be foolish.

"Vegetables?"

Having done all these tasks under my mask, I was finally able to question my friends.

"My face seems to be red from earlier, but are you ill as well?

"... it's not. You don't have to worry about it. It's convenient here."

The genuine vegetables don't try to make eye contact with this one.

It was an increasingly strange reaction. I get a little worried.

"Have you not made it impossible? If you have any modulation, say it right away. Because genuine vegetables are not very strong."

"No, really, I'm fine."

Makoto waved his hands in front of his body. I still don't see each other in the face.

"I mean, it's hard to tell because Mr. Rose is serious and diligent, but it's an occasional alley, isn't it?"

…… Sure, I'm not very smart. "

"No, no. That's not what I meant."

I don't get the guidelines for the one thing that is true vegetables.

If it stays like this, all the expressions of doubt are going to get better. That is also a little, inexpensive story.

"I don't know, but thanks to the cooperation of the genuine vegetables, the aim of the work has been. In the meantime, I'm going to build it from the upper body that I've been able to confirm this time. I think we'll need some more help with the real vegetables, so thank you very much then."

"Ma'am, is that...?

"Is there a problem?

"Yes, no....... ok"

The genuine vegetables were shaking with plenty to indulge in. A slightly younger face turns bright red for her age.

This reaction came to my mind… and I was observing the face of the vegetables.

I was wondering if even during the "Confirmation" where the two of us were just doing it, the itinerary needed to produce my body...

Maybe the real vegetables, they're shy.

But then, why not? I don't really understand why genuine vegetables are shy. "Touch to confirm" was originally supposed to be a suggestion by the real vegetables themselves. In fact, in doing so, I was able to create so many exquisite doll faces, even though there are still problems, and there is no reason not to choose such means now than to be.

Yet why is the vegetable shy of what?

I think about the inner surface of the dish of disgraced vegetables. Think. Imagine.

- 'Understanding the microscopic nature of human emotions' is one of my listed challenges.

Since the genuine vegetables possess the delicacy and complexity of being a human girl, they can also be evaluated objectively as being a very good object of reflection. Besides, for me, I'm just the person closest to you except your husband and, more importantly, my closest friend, and I'm not bored with the time to think about her.

I want to understand the vegetables. I want to know more about your husband and my first friend as much as I do about myself.

"... Hmm"

While I was thinking about that reason why the genuine vegetables were so shy, I had something in mind.

According to what I learned by referring to genuine vegetables as teachers, a human male is a creature concerned with the shape of a woman.

And like that, or more than that, women are something that cares about their own shape.

Specifically, breasts, hipsters, buttocks, legs, etc.

There are some things that are not perfect for me, which is originally an asexual abiotic type of monster, but it is possible to understand that it is something like that, and making assumptions based on it is not something I can't do.

So what I came up with was that a little bit of the genuine vegetables might be, 'I care about my body's thin ups and downs compared to my sister Lily'.

I'm trembling at embarrassment because I've shown you what I think you're ashamed of yourself. I see. Think of it this way, and reason will come to pass.

Then you might want to follow this as a friend.

Because the coriander's body is not embarrassing at all.

And judging so, I nodded one, and called out to the truffle.

"You don't have to worry, the coriander body was very cute."

"Ugh, uhh..."

I nodded with my hands hiding my face where the genuine vegetables turned bright red.

It was a sinking.

"I apologize for saying something inadvertent"

"... no. Never mind."

I bowed my head and apologized. The genuine vegetables still remain nodding on the ground. Your face remains hidden and your ears peek red from between your offered hair.

... By the way, this is for the record.

I learned that 'it is an embarrassment for man to expose his skin' a little bit later - a lot more after I had a habit of wearing clothes from time to time, and I began to experience those sensations myself.

Not to mention that I can't even think about 'more than that'. I was still immature.

"But genuine vegetables. If you didn't want to, you wouldn't have said no."

As I said, the vegetables that sat up with their knees broken looked up at this one with peeking eyes from between their hidden fingers.

"... not that I don't like being touched by Mr. Rose"

Just a little bit, those eyes were resentful.

"It's just, well, something's gonna wake me up. Do you think? Mr. Rose is tall, soothing, and cool, and his voice is low, and he calms down, and he's a little girly. It doesn't look much like us right now, does it? Well, it's my fault."

"Uh, real vegetables? I know you're somewhat praised...... waking up? Sometimes? What the hell...?

"No, well, that's a joke there, so I get in trouble when I get stuck with it very seriously.... Yes, a joke. Joke. That's girls skinning, skinning..."

The genuine vegetables, who have hidden their faces again, snap and squeal what I do not know.

"Vegetables?"

"... at least now after the water bath"

To the request of the genuine vegetables, I leaned my neck.

"Take a bath, is it? Yeah. Okay."

"Maybe you don't understand, do you?... Well, fine."

One sigh.

The vegetables rose shaking for the first time.

"So I'm going to prepare Mr. Rose's clothes"

My clothes, are they?

Apparently I have recovered. To what the vegetables say, I have spoken. I guess I should not mention that I still have redness on my face, or so I found out.

"Are you asking Gabella to make my clothes?"

"Yes. Anyway, I'm going to get Mr. Rose to make something that suits me."

"On purpose? I don't mind if I do. If you could make the same thing."

"Don't."

As I showed my sister Lily's clothes, which I am now sleeping through, the genuine vegetables purposely jumped this suggestion.

"Okay, Mr. Rose. Girls are at war every day. Otherwise, your clothes are swords, spears, axes and bows and arrows. Don't dress like that."

"... this is Sister Lily's clothes"

"Not if you refer to such cheesy people."

"No, um... I was wondering if my sister would be sloppy"

"That's all beautiful and cute, the kind of prey you do for whoever you like, besides eh. Seniors and I are connected by a pass, and the feelings we like are flimsy, and it's like we're always reading love letters to each other in our ears. What is this not cheat?"

It was all I wanted to say.

I just don't feel like I can snort.

"Mr. Rose, 'cause at any rate, you'd like seniors to see you dressed up, wouldn't you?

"That's... yes. Exactly."

"Then it's up to you. Let's go get Mr. Gabella."

True vegetables, when they persuade me, set the guiding principles of temper and action.

I can really rely on genuine vegetables in these respects. He touches and tells me how important the part I don't really care about is as a girl.

I am usually in a position to care about vegetables that have no fighting power. But in these respects it turns just to be taught. The position flips around, and then, is it because the other person is a genuine vegetable without having to take the blame for it?

It was just another slightly different feeling from the sisters who admire and mercy each other as sisters while helping each other. I guess this is what I mean, being a friend.

I followed and walked out the back of the vegetables, which stood first and began to walk.

"Is that it?"

But the genuine vegetables stuck their feet just a few steps further.

Eyes on the entrance to the cave, she blinks. Is something wrong?

"You don't have Mr. Gabella"

"No? I don't think so."

Gabella said she would keep an eye out and left.

I thought I was supposed to be making your husband's clothes outside the cave.

"Hey, are you going to see the fort"

If you scratch the trees and climb a little on the steep slopes where this cave is opening its mouth, there is a place where you can admire the fort to which your husband turned.

I can't confirm your husband's appearance, so it doesn't make much sense, but it's still a matter of feelings, and I myself turn my legs several times a day.

Gabella, in particular, went to see it frequently, and for the first time last night and so much so that she came home with a pale face when she said she felt like she had an eye for a sentinel blonde. At that time, I told him to be careful...

"No, there won't be."

I shook my head to the side.

"Nor is Gabella foolish enough to go somewhere without telling us anything"

"So is that. If so, it must be nearby…"

A genuine vegetable walked out as I said, trying to get out of the entrance to the cave, I put my foot together again.

Wondering, I also looked out through the entrance over her shoulder.

There, there was a white spider.

Gabella was sitting by the entrance to the cave. It was just an invisible position from inside the cave.

Apparently, it serves as a proper watchdog. Then there's nothing wrong with that. I was relieved.

I was a little worried about Gabella earlier because there was something missing with that one, but apparently it was a struggle to get over it.

I thought... I soon realized something was wrong with her.

I've noticed, which may be more sensibly correct.

Indeed, Gabella was properly serious about the job of watching. But that wasn't all.

"Ku, ku... ku, ku... ku, ku..."

There was a white girl with a loose grin.

It wasn't annoying either, it was a faint look.

It was a miracle to have a face that was too neat but had nothing to do with the inorganicity of my doll's appearance.

"hehe, hehe, hehe"

Gabella was staring at a cocoon made of spider yarn that she had made to hold in her arms.

Apparently that was what was causing her to loosen her rapport.

"Heh heh... heh?

A little late because we had found her like that, and Gabella, who was supposed to have a keen sensation, finally realized this way.

The red eyes of the white girl, looking back, reflect us. My loose mouth pulled me down as I looked at it.

"... Huh!?

Time froze.

Neither I, nor the genuine vegetables, nor the Gabella of the day have solidified, and I cannot move.

I saw something I shouldn't have seen - I guess. I was in an invisible position right out of the cave, which means I would have done so deliberately.

"... Lord Rose, is that it?

"Yeah, yeah."

Speaking of which, was I now completely unusual?

It would be only if Gabella had a connection between her coming out of the cave with the genuine vegetables and her family that she could identify me as me.

"I was just wondering, and this is what it looked like. What is Gabella doing now..."

"Wow, wow, the concubine..."

Gabella complains with her mouth pounding.

Are you ashamed of yourself too much, your white complexion is bright red as it should be clear. Then I stopped carrying on the words, and an awkward silence fell on the ground.

I've never done this before, and I don't know what to do.

There was an overwhelming lack of experience.

Oh no. Technically, these situations are not the first experience this has ever been. If it's something I shouldn't see, I've been to a scene where your husband and sister Lily are kissing each other naked before. Hi. I hear that was something you shouldn't have seen, and I remember your husband looking very awkward.

I was neglected at that time, so I had no idea, especially with regard to it itself.

Not now.

Very, very awkward.

It was a moment when I felt growing up.... you don't have to be in this situation for anything.

Gerbera doesn't move either. Although there had been a lot of trouble so far, the girl, who now recognized herself as' my sister ', bent over, had made her head snap.

She has half tears, and her fair cheeks are red as boiled. When I put it on a little at my fingertips, I felt like I could play it right. I can't move in a detour.

I did not think, I relied on my neighbor's friend.

The real vegetable I noticed a beat late in my patrolled gaze was, 'Huh? Me?' I just opened my eyes lightly. My mouth is cramped.

"... uh. Speaking of which."

Are you thinking of a glaring follow-up dialogue, a slightly slippery voice with a genuine vegetable.

"Certain spiders make cocoons by waxing eggs, like Senior Mizushima has never heard of them..."

"Oh yeah... is that it?

Think about it later, though.

Relying on genuine vegetables here was not a very good decision.

A delicate and intelligent vegetable, but basically the insight is well prepared and demonstrated in advance.

In other words, unexpectedly, the immediate stress is not high.

As I was stripped of my clothes earlier without the skill of exchange.

In addition, I am a conjecturer of myself. In the meantime, I was only thinking of talking to the genuine vegetables out of so much awkwardness.

"But eggs and nothing. Gabella shouldn't have practiced breeding yet, though. At least with your husband."

"Oh, no. It doesn't mean what happened to Mr. Gabella other than the seniors. All I'm saying is, I'm sure it's a forward-looking exercise."

"Practice, is it?

To me asking back, did the genuine vegetables come out of habit when they were always doing so to me, carefully crushed and given examples.

"It's easy to understand and human, does it feel like you're making an outfit for a baby born with someone you like?"

"Doesn't that seem like such a pleasure to you, even though you're not in that relationship yet?

It wouldn't have worked if it had been easier to understand.

It was also a chase that confirmed it.

"-!"

Garbera, whose face turned bright red, ran away with tears with a voiceless scream.

"... failed"

The genuine vegetables were crushed with a slightly casual look.

"I didn't mean to..."

"You wanted to say that genuine vegetables are 'spider instincts, so you can't help it'"

"Well, it is. Sometimes it's embarrassing because it's instinct. Wrong direction to follow"

"… that's a difficult thing"

Having finished my request for clothing to Gabella, who returned to me after that, we decided to head to the spot where the full contents of the fort could come.

Bright red in the face and near the tear-eyed Gabella, because it was so awkward.

I've done something wrong to her. I'm going to leave him alone for a while.

Reflecting, I assisted the genuine vegetables to climb the slopes.

"... Mm"

It's a little depressing to get clothes caught in a tree branch when you stick them in the bush indifferently, as usual. This was going to take some time until I got used to it.

And I strutted the stone protrusion of the axe of one hand against the ground like a cane, and looked back, and offered the other hand to the truffle.

"Are you all right, genuine vegetables"

"Yes, I'm fine."

A slightly breathless truffle climbs the slope with my hand.

"Let's take a break."

"Yes, no. You don't have to."

A genuine vegetable resting his hand on his knee and breathing, shook up at me and said:

"I've been living in the woods for a long time... so I'm used to walking, and I'm physically fit. Don't worry about it."

"Still, the real vegetables are small, and the body is luxurious and brittle, so I'm really worried."

And when he heard my words, the vegetables smiled bitterly.

"There's something a little overprotective about Mr. Rose, isn't there? Well, I'm honestly glad to hear that."

"It was only two days ago that the real vegetables collapsed, so it's only natural to worry."

Originally, the genuine vegetables were to be in the fort with your husband by now. That didn't happen because I fell ill on the brink of it.

"Even your husband cared a lot about the vegetables. Pay attention to your body."

When I said it, the real vegetables shook my shoulders.

"... is that right? Did you see that in Mr. Rose's eyes?

"Yeah. Your husband cares about the real vegetables these days. No. I just didn't think I was going to be on the table for a long time, I guess."

Compared to before, your husband has more chances to talk to the genuine vegetables. That seems to be the night I got permission to do the magic trick on the real vegetables.

I hear there was some change in him that night. What the hell a change of heart it was, it was not within my imagination, but it could be deduced that it was in no way a bad change for him.

Originally, your husband cared about the genuine vegetables, even though he gave the most apparent reason why. I dubiously remember that I had spoken many times of a dialogue that cared for her body, even at the most alarming of times.

In the first place, the decision to deliberately hold the foothold of a genuine vegetable at a time when we still cannot afford it, in itself, represents the nature of your husband.

In retrospect, your husband used the term 'responsibility' all the time.

Sure, your husband originally has a strong sense of responsibility, but I pretend to have used the word 'responsibility' as some kind of 'excuse' for genuine vegetables.

An excuse my husband, who disbelieves in humans and hates humans, used against me unconsciously by protecting the 'crowd' in himself who still wants to help the girl he protected in the mountain hut... when I think back to your husband back then, it felt so much to me.

I don't know what the hell was the hang-up, but these days it seems I can honestly put those cares on the surface. As a result, there was more conversation between your husband and the vegetables.

Now there are scenes where the two of us encourage each other to stretch about the treatment of magic, and I was honestly delighted to see them.

Although I have a friend named Me, it seems that it is still fun to have a conversation with your husband, who is my hometown, in a similar situation, and the same person, and he is often happy when he is called out. Always with me, I can see the mouth of the vegetables burning when I look at them on the calf.

Though, apparently, your husband himself, who is speaking up, has not noticed how she is.

"You can't worry about Senior Mashima. Okay, let's take a break."

The genuine vegetables snort as they stroke the sauce.

Having succeeded in persuading me, I climbed the slopes with vegetables as I pinched a few breaks.

Eventually we reached a small cliff. This is a great point to look over the fort without being disturbed by the growing trees.

I turned my attention to the reddish, heavy fortifications that made me feel old.

I have your husband right there. By now, what will you be doing? How close are we to the purpose? Am I in any trouble or confusion?

……

And when I found myself, I was sucked of consciousness by the fortress that cut out the deep woods, and stood.

I was not as good to your husband as Sister Lily, but I never saw your husband's face for a day after this ego sprouted.

I feel restless somewhere when I think about being away from your husband right now.

I want to be beside him, honestly.

I want to protect the Lord, even in his stead. I hope to be with him out of those consciousness when I let him try to protect me from being a shield of the Lord...

... Not all of those feelings right now.

Of course, those feelings are never gone. Rather, it's even stronger. I want to be your master's shield. It never changes there. It continues to be there in the part of my core.

However, there was now another feeling in my doll's chest.

That's purely the thought of 'wanting to be beside your husband'.

It has nothing to do with my role as a family member. I just wanted to be beside your husband and feel his presence.

It was clear that it had the same origin as the emotions that gave rise to the desire 'to have your husband hug you'.

I am now able to embrace these feelings in the breasts of this doll as important, without trumpeting them as "overbearing and unknown."

This, for one thing, was thanks to a friend who was next door to me.

Genuine said if I kill myself, I can't. He told me that his efforts to get your husband to hug you as a doll girl, something that no one can deny is important.

He told me not to give up.

He encouraged me because my wishes are fulfillable.

I won't forget that day when I became friends with the real vegetables. Supported by her words, I began to turn sincerely to my heart.

One day, I wish I could name this emotion that is still in my chest. And if I could tell your husband that...

……

How much time would I have spent looking at the reddish fortress, thinking about your husband that way?

An unexpectedly strong wind blew, and the trees bothered.

And my clothes rose, and I returned unto me to the unfamiliar sensation. At the same time, I realize I've been doing this for a long time. Shit, I was in a hurry.

I was totally obsessed, and I was delayed by things. It would be fine if I were the only one, but there are some genuine vegetables on this occasion. It must have been a boring time for her.

It's just that since yesterday, I've had real vegetables hang out with this place more than once. This feeling of thinking about your husband is important, but it would be different to make your friends feel bored because of it.

And I reflect, and I turn again to the vegetables.

……

- I realized I was making a mistake.

There was a genuine vegetable staring at the fort with terrible sincere eyes.

A slight smile on the mouth originally adds a touch of luxury and fine vegetables. She seemed to disappear now that she was doing so.

With that, his eyes were sucked up by the fort and he couldn't leave. Of course, boredom didn't even leave me dusty.

Without even realizing what I see, and then more enthusiastically than I am, the truffles gaze upon the fort. In the fort that you can see from here, just like me - and then you were giving your thoughts to the person there.

Mistakes, I mean, that's what I mean.

I have always misjudged the magnitude of the emotions I lean towards my master of vegetables.

Ever since I met the genuine vegetables, I have been with her longer than your husband, initially as a watchdog, and from the middle of nowhere, as a friend. So it follows that the time when the genuine vegetables were sharing the air with your husband is roughly as good as mine.

In other words, since I met your husband in that mountain hut, there has never been a day in which the genuine vegetables, like me, would not see his face as a day.

On this matter, the terms of me and the genuine vegetables were similar. And the reaction to it was also very similar.

Then again, I wonder if the thoughts on that chest are the same thing.

When I thought about it, it sometimes fell to my heart.

There was once a time when me and Sister Lily were wary about the real vegetables. When asked about it, the genuine vegetables said they weren't angry. And she answered, 'Because we are sympathetic to our families'.

He says he sympathizes with our families, not with your husband, who is the same person.

Isn't that, by any chance, proof that me and her had the same thoughts?

The fact that I realized it thus became a kind of cut in me and I could play it.

You can call that seedfire. The time I've spent with her so far has been a spark wire, and now, there's a fire there.

My thoughts rush through to the truth that a girl named Kato Makoto has hidden.

"Vegetables"

Unexpectedly, I was calling my friend's name.

Now the real vegetables have returned to me. After unnaturally blinking a few degrees, I'm going to circle my gaze here.

"Oh. Excuse me. Looks like he was a little blustered. Shall we go home?"

The genuine vegetables said so with a small grin as if nothing had happened.

From the way it behaved, I couldn't help but look so enthusiastically at the fort.

There you are, the usual vegetables. Yes. The usual...... hey, does that mean that this is what the genuine vegetables have always been like?

What? I was stunned.

I taught the true vegetables the precious things in my heart. Without the genuine vegetables, I would have put a lid on this thought directed at your husband, locked him in the warehouse behind his chest, and left him alone.

It was all thanks to the genuine vegetables that I was able to hold this thought dear to my chest.

Yet the genuine vegetables scorn their own hearts. I'm deciding I didn't. Will that be allowed?

I pretend not to look at such a friend. Would such a thing be acceptable to fulfill? Can I say that I am her friend?

"What's up, Mr. Rose?

When I walk out to return, I realize that I am not following.

I threw an inquiry at her, looking back at her with a strange face.

"Vegetables. What do you think of your husband?

- A deep, big crackle ran on the expression of a spicy, emotionally thin vegetable.