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I slept in the same bed as Faraes, Celia and Cretta yesterday.

It's probably morning now and I'm about half awake.

So I notice two things.

The first is that until yesterday, I'm no longer feeling the comfort I felt behind me.

This can be inferred that the body, while asleep, has left. Also, Cretta wakes up early and seems to be doing chores, so maybe it's not.

Probably the former because of some indication.

The second is that it is wrapped in something big and soft on the face and smells warm and good.

On this side, Celia should have been there, but the size of this soft thing, I don't think it's her. I mean, this would belong to Faraes next door to it. Somehow, I remember.

"Okay......"

I slowly opened my eyes.

Then I can see the skin tone in front of me.

Faraes' bedding seems to be running out of time.

"... what do we do?

This was the problem from here.

Now I'm close to Faraes, but when she finds out about this, I don't think it's going to be a good result.

We have to get out of here somehow and act like nothing happened. But how do we get out?

If you move, it naturally inspires Faraes. By the way, Faraes is turning his hand around my back, so you can't even back off.

But if you don't move, Faraes will naturally wake up too. It's morning now, so there won't be much time.

"... no, no"

So, I figured it out.

On second thought, why don't I just pretend I'm asleep?

If Faraes wakes up first, he'll understand this situation and let me go. So if I were asleep, wouldn't Faraes have decided not to do this?

While I'm asleep, I'll never recognize this feeling. I mean, you won't be angry, and Faraes won't have to be sad.

That way, I feel like it fits in the roundest. Most importantly, I don't know why, but I don't want to move.

I came to a conclusion in my heart and decided to meditate on my eyes again.

Now let's wait until Faraes wakes up.

"Slade... are you awake?

Yeah, when I think about it, I hear Faraes whispering.

Until earlier, I was whispering, but did I hear this? Besides, I shrugged on Faraes' chest, so it's possible that it tickled.

Anyway, this seems like the only way to make up your mind now.

"Oh, I'm awake..."

"Right..."

I whispered it back to Faraes.

"... you're not mad?

"Angry? Why?

"No, because on my chest..."

"Oh, that's my fault..."

Faraes doesn't seem too angry.

Nevertheless, I wonder what it means to blame Faraes.

"Perhaps in the middle of the night, Celia woke up in the bathroom or something, and this is what happened when she disappeared and looked for a replacement. So you're not responsible."

"Oh well..."

Sure, I may not be responsible.

But in this case, isn't it my fault? Well, I hope Faraes is good.

Or Faraes won't change this posture at all.

"Or don't you have to let me go?

You want me to let you go?

"No, I don't want you to let me go..."

My question was returned with a question.

Of course, I don't want you to let me go.

"Well, I guess so. He seemed happy yesterday."

"Ugh, no..."

So I regret it.

You weren't honest about this.

"Besides, you seem interested in my breasts..."

"Huh?"

"You look at your chest a lot when you're talking, don't you? Feel your gaze."

"Yes, no..."

That's what Faraes tells me, I think.

Sure, I didn't see it, but would I have seen it that much? However, if Faraes says so, there may have been times when he watched it unconsciously.

"Well, fine. Back to you, if you don't want me to let you go, I don't mind. I don't think it's a good idea for you..."

"Huh?"

"Besides, I'm comfortable holding you, and I still don't want to let you go"

Somehow, they said something profound, but Faraes said it to what it was all about. So let's not worry about it now.

More than that, isn't now the time to wake up already?

"Don't you have to wake up yet?

"Oh, I can sleep a little more. So why don't we just keep doing this?"

"Were you..."

Apparently, you don't have to wake up yet, even in the morning.

So does it still have no problem with this?

"Is it painful? I'll let you go."

Faraes, he worries me like that.

Nothing, there's nothing painful, and I think it could have been painful.

"No, stay..."

"... you're honest enough, aren't you?

Faraes said so and laughed.

To be honest, maybe so. But at a time like this, I don't think there's anything I can do about it.

"... that sounds kind of fun"

So I heard Cretta whispering from behind me.

After all, I didn't seem to be awake anymore.

"Cletta, what's going on?

"No, when I realized it, I was talking about something that seemed fun..."

I can't see his face, but Cletta will probably be laughing.

This is the usual atmosphere when it seems like fun.

"Oh, Mr. Slade, at some point, I'm sorry I let you go"

"Oh, no, nothing..."

So, that's what Cretta's been apologizing to me for.

But there's nothing wrong with Cretta. Rather, as much as this one should thank you.

"So again, you stick around?

"Huh? Ah..."

Shortly after Cretta says that, something soft hits my back of the head.

Cretta's pushing her chest.

I'll be caught in something soft.

"Smaller than a lady, but... I'm pretty big, too, right?

What am I supposed to say to that question?

"Cletta, not much slade..."

"I'm not bothering you, am I? Mr. Slade seems happy."

That's what Cretta says and flushes the words of Faraes. Sure, I'm glad, but I'm not in any trouble.

"... that? Speaking of which, what about Mr. Celia?

"Oh, Celia would be behind me."

Cleta asked me that I was concerned too, but that I had lost the time to ask.

Apparently, Celia is sleeping next to Faraes.

I don't want my apprentice to look like this, so I don't want her to wake up.

"Really... it's bad to wake you up and let's sleep another night"

"Right. I wanted to sleep earlier..."

I don't know why, but he got the story together.

Or you both sound like you're sleeping.

"Right, I want to sleep..."

"Yeah......"

They didn't care about me at the earliest, they were talking.

Maybe we're both falling asleep for it.

"Shh..."

"Shh..."

And the two immediately began to take a nap.

Of course, I'm still pinched.

"... no, well..."

Naturally, there's no way I can sleep in this situation.

So do we have to enjoy this feeling for a while?

However, this situation is both delightful and unpleasant. I can't do anything more.

Perhaps Cretta will wake up first, but how many minutes, or hours later, is that?

I spent a lot of time stuffed up.