The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

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- Cold.

My body is shaking in the cold.

(of castles, dungeons...?

It looked a lot like the cold then.

It's dark, cold, painful, - painful.

I can see the core of my body freezing and the heat slowly losing.

My body snaps and I can't move one fingertip.

In that cell, I was ready to die.

But there was no untrained sword I impulsively threw away, and there was no regret.

Yet, - at that time, I had a hand that saved me from being imprisoned by darkness.

"In the name of the faithful servant of the Goddess, Harves-Tor-Riley, give this man the protection of light."

A nostalgic wording in distant memory is spun, - a warm wind blows inside the body.

The wind stopped the body trembling and the outflow of heat subsided.

- Open your eyelids cursorily.

It was even a hundred million to move one eyelid, but I really wanted to be sure soon.

Is this the prison, or...

"Oh... Ki?

I find a familiar face with glasses in my sight, and I'm relieved. This is not that cold prison. It's a reborn world.

I slept on a soft bed mat instead of a stiff stone floor, in a strange room many times better than a bungalow. At least not in the dorm's own room.

"Here..."

"... it's my room."

- So it's my brother's bed that I'm lying on right now?

I tried to get up instantly but didn't move as my body thought. My whole body was heavy as lead, and I felt so tired that I wouldn't even have to lift my hands dominated my body.

"I can't move yet. That's just first aid."

As I struggle on the bed to wake myself up, the cold voice opposite the soft wind that warmed my body drops from the top.

"What the hell do I have to do to get into this state?... what you want me to tell you, Sho."

My brother's eyes, looking down at me, are shaking with genuine frustration, - and I laugh at the snares reflexively.

Experience suggests that it is an act of oiling fire, but I don't think I will punish you.

My brother's gaze grew cooler and stuck at me like an arrow made of ice. It is the momentum to sharpen the HP that only recovered a little earlier.

"It's not funny. They're taking my anger away..., like this - you've been a bed dweller for a while."

"... what..."

It's terrible that my tongue doesn't turn well and I get a terrible tone like a child.

- What are you angry about?

It's also hard to open your mouth and ask with your eyes.

To my gaze, my brother frowned with a rare and serious look.

"The power to live, the heat, the lamp of life. - What needs to be in life activities is not overwhelmingly enough for you right now. Is it easy to understand when it comes to extreme debilitation?"

Apparently, my condition is not very fancy. It is true that the cold was slightly distant, but the body still cannot move, and the severity remains. It's the worst illness I've ever had.

"... so you deserve this, Sho"

My brother's hand rests beside his head, and the bed snaps and the mattress snaps.

I couldn't even imagine what that behavior meant when I was awake and ill.

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The bent brother's face approaches, blocking his lips - that is, if you like, until he kisses you.

"Huh!...!?... Nghh!?

What the...!

Though I was blind to the sudden outrage of my brother and tried to raise my hand just to pop it, it only gave me a slight lift from the sheet.

- Really, the body seems to be the limit.

I desperately stop my brother's tongue from telling me how narrow his lips are and trying to dive inside. It's also hard to put effort into your jaw, but not if you're throwing up such weak sounds. Wouldn't it be a deep relationship with my brother if I gave up? That line must be guarded at all costs.

But it was a man called my brother who would tread lightly across such a line as mine.

The Setouchi offensive continued for a while, but my brother, who boiled the business, pinched my nose and turned off the oxygen supply. I don't know how to do it. Do you play the lead of the Dos?

- But I will be reminded after all this that this stuff was still just a prelude.

"... if you don't want to choke, just open your mouth"

"Nasty Ko...... Ngu...!

When I said it back, they broke in without getting my hair in. - You coward! You mean, I'm an idiot...! You decide to come in when you open it, my idiot!

Why are you suddenly a "kiss" in the first place?

(It's too abrupt!

It shouldn't have been such a colorful story at all.

My brother's behavior makes no sense.

As the tongue entered the chamber, the lips joined deeper and deeper, and the frame of glasses touched the face. The feeling was somewhat real, and I kept my mouth shut and bit my brother's tongue.

"... eh"

It just seemed to hurt, and my brother pulled his tongue in and let his face go.

I hold my mouth and stare at my brother, whose face is distorted by pain.

"What are you going to do?"

"... what are you going to do? Stay out of the way of my treatment."

"Treatment...?... this is it!?

"Like old times... you can't freely use magic, and you can't cure it without touching it. From the mouth - it's most efficient to circulate in the body through the mucous membrane.... In fact, you'd be able to talk more smoothly than you just did, wouldn't you?

- Be the first to explain that.

"If I had explained, would you have let me kiss you?

It gets stuck all the time after being pointed out.

... I wouldn't have let you.... or...

"Kiss... or don't say. Treatments."

"... you can keep it that way, but it's the same thing you're doing even if you change your language. Mostly one or two kisses, something I'm used to."

"I'm not used to it! It's not about getting used to it! You know, kissing my brother and all that usually makes me sick. When?

"... Phew, oh yeah, kimochiwalui, huh. He tells me..."

My brother grinned disgustingly, "You really are a cute little brother," and smiled very ill-bottomed, now touching my lips with his fingers. After slowly glancing at his fingertips, it left without a hint of uncaring.

"Well, fine. If you don't like it that much. Let's not talk about it. - He's no match for another bite."

To relieve me, but my brother throws disturbing words.

"It's not like there's another way in, so I'm gonna use you."

"... other entrance?

- I had a really, really bad feeling about it.

No, but no way, no...,

But my hunch about not wanting you to hit me was brilliantly centered. I seriously resent the high median rate of this hand hunch. I hit it as well as I have a feeling you don't want me to.

My brother, it smiled and scrolled up the futon that was hanging over me.

From there, a naked self appears, a little. Uh, naked?

"Why naked!?

"... anything, I was already naked when I ran. All I wore were pants. It was also soaking wet, so I took it off when I gave it to her in bed."

- That's right. When I jumped into the ocean, I thought I'd get in the way of swimming, so I took it all off myself.

Memories are plump and broken after resurrecting the Demon King in the rocks.

(I mean,... you didn't lose your mind and were brought straight into my brother's room)

Guess what. I looked for signs of the Demon King.

Immediately I was able to properly capture the presence of the Demon King around the dorm.... Apparently he's safe.

Rather, it was mine, no matter what you think, that you're not safe.

My brother, who's getting up in bed, rolls me over and sideways me.

My body made me want to stick my hips out, and I just figured out what I was going to be doing.... I didn't want to guess if I could, but it was no longer possible to escape reality when my ass was cracked open. Reality is tough all the time.

"Wait, wait, wait! It's not an entrance, it's an exit!? I'm not going in, I'm going out, so brother! Stop thinking! Please!"

"You don't have to be scared because it's the first time. Your brother will be nice to you."

"What are you talking about? What are you talking about?...... sorry! I apologize! Because I'm not gonna bite you anymore! I promise! Mouth! With your mouth! I knew it!!

"It's too late. - If you regret your work and resent your shallow self."

When I said that, my brother licked his own finger.

My gaze nailed like a red tongue crawling through a long, white, shaped finger.... what are you creating excessive color and porn against your brother, Oniichan? The process, is it necessary? I don't want it at all. You don't have to.

"You can think of my finger as a suppository or a colon camera."

"Oh, oh, can you think oh...!

I scream at my brother for saying such a terrible thing.

"Cry or call, but I'll make you feel better until your body moves"

My brother, who was a cleric in his previous life, was burning with a sense of purpose. I truly want you to forget who you were in your previous life. There would be enough to stick your finger in your ass and heal and ramble. Physically, even if I can recover, my mental is going to be gritty sharpened and dust.

"Is there any other way...!

I don't think so.

Glasses frames glittered and my brother clearly said so.

(These de livestock glasses ~ ~!)