Tensei saki de suterareta no de, mofumofu tachi to oryouri shimasu ~okazari ouhi wa my pace ni saiky

"Hmm......"

In the light of the sun shining through my eyelids, I stroked my body.

As she rubbed her eyes, she tried to wake herself from the bed.

"... it's not heavy...?

I looked around with my sleepy eyes.

All this time, I've been waking up with the weight on my chest.

If I think it's unusual, I can see you turning your back on me.

Before the strawberry potted plants, I felt like my back was grieving...

"I-chan..."

"... uuuuuuuuuuu..."

There was no power in the screams, and something seemed to be missing.

All the strawberry potted plants in front of Iichan are harvesting fruit.

The spring goddess has passed and the season is approaching the early summer.

Potted strawberries marked the end of the season, as did strawberry fields outside the palace.

Even though you can grow and eat strawberries outside of spring with the magic of the gardener cat, the amount you can harvest is much smaller than the limited magic you can use in one day.

For a strawberry cat who lives a lifeless life, suffering (?) It was the season of.

"Come on, don't be depressed. I have some jam for you, so you should have it for a while."

Crouch down and stroke your head.

It's a small, round head that fits into your palm.

"Besides, the kitchen has the last seasonal strawberry harvested yesterday. At the end of the season, I'm going to make a lot of strawberries today."

Even though it's comforting, I feel like my cum's expression didn't clear up...

I was worried that it would be okay, and I dressed myself and headed to the kitchen-----

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"Nyayayayayayayayayayayayah"

Translation: This is paradise!!

... is that what it feels like?

Among the strawberry dishes lined up, Iichan's tension was eel climbing.

Strawberry chiffon in a shortcake, strawberry cookie in a simple condensed milk, strawberry jam sandwich, and a fragrant strawberry tart in a cookie dough.

This year's strawberry cuisine is a collection of sweets made by me and Gilbert.

When I put strawberry dishes on a special plate, my eyes were shining and my fork was moving.

I didn't even notice the cream on my beard and my little mouth stuck to the shortcake.

"Kawaiii...!!"

Natalie is standing up.

My mouth was loose and I was the same.

I-chan is always cute, but strawberry dishes are even more destructive.

You'll be delighted to have a wonderful meal that looks happy.

So I put a fork in the strawberry tart for personal use.

The sweetness and sourness of the refreshing strawberries and the smooth custard cream are soaked in the cookie dough.

Natalie-san was eating tart steadily as she narrowed her eyes to Icchan's figure.

Strawberry cookies were popular, so I invited them today.

As if it was in my mouth, I am loosening my cheeks and advancing the fork.

"It's sweet and sour and very delicious! I know you're obsessed with me...!

"Fufu, thank you very much. I'm glad you liked it."

"You owe it to Leticia. It is a waste to hate it because it resembles the shape of monster gems. Where did Leticia wake up to strawberry dishes?

"Once upon a time, I read in a book a sentence describing the deliciousness of strawberries. I was worried, and by chance it tasted sweet and sour, so I wanted to try cooking."

"This sweetness and sourness is definitely going to be a captivity after a bite."

Natalie nodded, and I learned a lot of questions.

Why do I like strawberries?

This is not the "I" I am here now, but the "I" of the previous life.

Of the fruits, strawberries were my favorite, but how did they come to be my favorite?

I was curious and tried to remember a little, but nothing came to mind.

When I was born and raised in Japan, did I already like strawberries?

I know it's a common story, but I didn't refresh anything.

I tried to retrieve the memories of my previous life even after I dived into the bed that day, but I still can't think of anything.

Though it wasn't strange, I felt caught somehow.

"And what was the name of my predecessor...?

I strolled through my thoughts with difficulty.

Ever since I woke up to the memory of the previous life, I tried to remember my name from the previous life, but it still didn't come to mind.

I somehow felt that the name was two characters in kanji and three characters in reading, but there was no confirmation at all.

"Kapiko... no, it's not like that... it's not like that... Jiro..."

On the verge of falling asleep, I thought of a dog I would never see again.

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"Jiro....."

I murmured while stroking the soft fur.

Last night, I remembered Jillo because I dug up the memories of my previous life, and my name spilled out of my lips.

How are you doing, Jillo?

Since he was a dog, I hope the summer in Japan didn't keep up with him -----

"Guuu...?

Somehow in a mood, Gu-sama cried at hand.

In that voice, I saw the face of Guru-sama.

"Sorry, sorry. It was in the sky."

As a sign of apology, I'll gently curl your neck with my fingers.

Gu-sama's warm body temperature reminded her of Jiro and she was unconsciously calling her name.

Recently, only rarely did Gu-sama let me stroke her.

There is one thing I remember as enjoying the pleasure of caressing a precious opportunity.

... there's a theory that shiba dogs are the closest type of dog to wolves.

If you ask me, a wolf may resemble a firewood dog, whether it's a pink ear or a dazzling look in love.

Though I thought it would be hard for me to do that, I also enjoyed my time with Gufu -----

"Dear Retichea!

Gu-sama's ears twitched as he called me in a hurry from the out-of-court.