The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

Honestly, it's sloppy that you can't move.

But getting my brother's finger stuck in my ass is more bumpy.

It seems like a lot of things that shouldn't be screwed up. An important part of a man's dignity and all that.

You read my true misery.

"You think it's a medical practice and you put up with it."

My brother wields a pretext named Truth with such a serious face. But I'm not the one who misses the fact that those eyes are brilliant with joy that you can't hide from just separating one lens. Brother Thad!

"You're not a doctor or anything... whoa, no...!

My brother's fingers have stepped unauthorized into my carefully closed forbidden garden. Not there! If you can't...! Because you shouldn't be in a storm...! No entry! KEEP OUT! Seriously, stop!!

"... of good?

"Chi... ah, ah, idiot... ah, don't let me in! Ouch! Seriously, it hurts!

"That's all I exaggerate..."

"Oh man... then look in the opposite position...!

"............... I don't want to be stuck in you. He's gonna suck."

"Don't say it badly!

He is a rude and annoying brother to Hont.... Nothing, I'm not bad! And I think. I'm still a virgin though. It's a lot shabby and there's about twenty years of blank though. I want to insist on it because it involves a man's ticket. I'm not bad.

"Isn't it enough that you just wet it with saliva..."

Whether the desperate, asse-powering operation worked, my brother just buried a little of his fingertips, didn't do anything more to force him to rip open, and pulled. But it's too early to be relieved. Everyone in my past life, including me, had a bunch of people who were all very bad at giving up. People who give up in the first place don't bother to go out and exorcise the Demon King until they risk it. Of course the clergy was no exception. Rather, it was a chunk of professionalism in the treatment.

"It's not a waste, Sho."

My brother wants to teach me something that smells like preaching. Self-justification is one of my brother's specialties. Beautiful and clean looking clerics were the usual means of rounding up their opponents with honest attitude and skillful tongues. Most of the time... I had a bad attitude and a bad mouth towards me.

"He's like a kid who doesn't like injections. Pity."

... is a terrible word. Really - this brother is terrible. Why am I being an outrageous child? How unreasonable.

Such a most irrational brother in the world took a bottle with liquid out of the side table drawer of the bed.

"What's that?"

"It's a lotion that makes you slip better. No worries if you're ready."

"Why is that all ready for bedside?"

"The SS kid gave me a gift before. You're so sweet."

"I'm too smart to be scared. -Yeah, your SS! You glasses!"

"Will you stop calling my pretty kids like mayonnaise relatives?

My brother opens the lid of the bottle and drapes the lotion into its hands. Rip your fingers together to make sure you feel it, and then -...

"Wait! Stop, stop!"

"... you're a bad student, too. I've read the instructions, but don't worry, it's a quality lotion of natural materials that's not harmful to your body."

"Nobody's asking me to explain the lotion"

"Well, that's not a problem."

"Oh no... wow... wow..."

"... that's a funny gasp."

"I'm going to sound like a ghost!

There was no longer enough skill to make me look like a Kansai entertainer.

(This guy seriously let me in...!!

A finger wrapped (tight) around the lotion plugged all the way inside and pushed slowly as it compressed the inner wall. The shock was bigger first than the pain.

I pull my tight lips to keep from joking about "gasping" and endure the feeling of foreign bodies screwed behind me.

"... light in your right hand, darkness in your left hand, wind in your right eye, fire in your left eye, water in your right foot, soil in your left foot, solemnly around all things to lead the breath of life (life) to the Goddess. Light to your right hand, darkness to your left hand, wind to your right eye, fire to your left eye, water to your right foot, soil to your left foot, do not return solemnly '

In my previous life, my brother cast a spell I had often heard. It's a special spell that only clerics, called sacred languages, were allowed to utter. There are various versions, but this is a generic spell of the type that the priests of Shirai often chant as well.

- Loose heat spreads through the body inserted deep into the base of the finger.

"Strength" gradually returns from the inside so as to broil (abscess) the cells with stiffness.

But -...,

"... you can't. Again, by full speed, we are not strong enough..."

My brother gets a bitter whining voice in his ear somewhere.

- Sure, you were right.

More than enough,...... not enough.

I know that the "recovery" that was exchanged in an instant in the previous life for my brother is so unlikely (as it were) in this world.

Among the reincarnated, those who specialized in magic will surely have teething thoughts.

I'm sure you remember more of the lack than I do.

(Rather, I'm surprised at the plethora of cheats my brother can make so far in this world without magic...)

I guess it's not a convincing story if I try it on my brother.

For better or worse, the "cleric" was a professional. I was extraordinarily proud to be a "cleric".

I was smoky and neglectful, but whoever I was dealing with didn't get out of hand... I was the one who bought that kind of craftsmanship.

"... ahhh, yeah, it's a lot easier, and... can you just pull your finger out"

"... you won't be able to move yet"

"If you sleep overnight, you'll be able to move tomorrow morning."

In fact, the nasty pain I had all along around my heart was a lot easier.

But a prized former cleric seems uncomfortable with my self-declaration, and I'm dissatisfied.

"Say all those appropriate things again..."

"Ya, really. You say your body knows you best."

"... you can say that because you don't know what you look like."

His brother threw up like that in a voice containing frustration, pulling his fingers out slightly rampantly. I almost swallow the bitter squeal in inches.... Be nice, Oniichan. Woman hates it when it's cold after you're done, huh?

- But there won't be any more hitters if you complain about it.

I was so cheap and distracted, I just said I was licking my brother's professionalism.

I thought this was the end of the treatment, and the next stage was ready to amaze me even more.

"Huh...? Hey...?"

My brother's hand lifted my hips all the way up, and now I lay on my back with my knee bent down. He then pinched a pillow between his leg and tibia to regulate his buttocks to rise naturally.

"What..."

Weakness had also healed more than earlier, but it had not been able to recover enough to kick my brother's ass to take an unscrupulous position.

While I was confused by my brother's mysterious behavior, I finally realized that I was caught up in a nagging situation with my fingers on both buttocks, where Taku (Hira) entered the narrow space with a hint of air from him to the left and right.

I couldn't get tired of just sticking my finger in it, and my brother was about to crack open the door to contraindications that I shouldn't have opened right now.

It is an emergency. It is an emergency. Where's the fire alarm? What number is 110?

"Hey, what, what...!?

I can't look back because I can't move my neck well either, but it's clear that I'm exposing myself to my brother in such a pitiful outfit that I want to die of indignation without having to look at him.

Something hot and wet went to the place exposed to the air, even though I felt an intolerable disgrace for just that - and I touched it warmly.

It wasn't a finger.

You don't have to look. Okay.

- Tongue.

My brother's tongue is licking where his fingers were until earlier.

The tip of the tongue comes and goes up and down to stretch the wrinkles, gently relaxing there in a polite motion.

"Ugh... don't... don't... even that... you don't need to...!

I heard my cuddly brother's voice from behind.

"If you eat poison, it's even a plate."

"It's not poison or plates in mine!

For a long time no means have been chosen for the purpose, there has been such a forceful aspect, but clearly it is not too much to choose.

Ignoring my restraint, my tongue enters from a narrow (supine) area that was already somewhat softened by my fingers. The remnants of the red tongue I saw earlier passed the back of my brain and I couldn't wait to feel it.

- Why should I feel backwards that I am more obscene about my brother, etc.

Unstained.

Give yourself to God.

Clean, right and beautiful.

The life of my brother in his previous life runs out of precisely this.

(Such imitation, if you didn't seem to die...!

Somewhere in my mind screams whether it's me or not who's making me do that.

- But even if he was disloyal to the act, his body was honest enough to shudder.

The "force" that flows through the elastic mucous cage penetrates into you much sweeter than your fingers.

I can see greedily enjoying it and the cells lubricately moisturizing.

Healing winds circle the body,

"Power" begins to circulate around every corner of it.

Slowly, but surely, I could feel the cells regaining their vitality.

At the same time -,

(... sucks)

I felt a sense of crisis in my nostalgia and wrinkled between my brows.

- Although it is about "recovery," it is alle.

A side effect of healing power was born around the waist, transforming the exhaling breath into something hot.

Besides, the tongue being stuck in an unlikely place is much more vivid than the finger, more direct, - it inspires pleasure.

The tongue was naka and stupid to make sure of something.

"... ah,"

A voice leaks out of my throat that I couldn't contain due to a sudden mean move.

On that signal, he slowly left as his tongue rubbed (scrubbed) the inner wall.

"... did it feel good?

Bad personality inquiries can be heard from behind.

Of course I ignored it.

... my brother who purposefully asks the clear question is a stable dos. I'd say you licked my ass, but I can't. I have no self-harm or masochistic taste.

"You can move now, can't you? How long are you gonna be dressed like that?

- I can move, but guess a little bit about the loose circumstances of a teenager who can't move. Or because I'm guessing. You sexually evil brother.