Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

If you look at the clock properly, it's already about nine o'clock at night.

As I could see, the elf girl looked up at it and the silver hair to her waist swayed. Her body, which had been lit by fire in the bath for a long time, calmed down and now sat at each other's table.

The light purple eyes, who turned around a little bit, had fantastic colors far from the Japanese. On the contrary, my ears are stretched slightly backwards for a long time, and I can tell from mankind that they are completely different.

She was wearing a cute, empty pyjama, staring at me with her eyes expecting something.

No, that would be the same for me. Expect something as much as she does, and not that there was any signal, but face to face.

On the table we were distant enough to mix our exhales and each other's hands were placed in the same place... on a single rental video that was on the table.

You can travel with her to the world of your dreams right away, but it's Friday night. If it were, it would be something that would make me want to watch a movie even if I stayed up somewhat late.

Mr. Elf, dressed in a blue pyjama, sits back on the bed at once. A grin of dust was right next to him as he lowered his back to the next door to follow it.

Speaking of which, I feel like the girl is always looking at me.... No, maybe I keep looking the same way.

Well, you're so beautiful you can't get tired of seeing it.

Apparently, I like to be taken care of, and girls like to be taken care of.

Cushioned behind her hips, she smiled happily, peeking pearlescent teeth from her bright lips without painting red. The girl opened her lips with a lovely look on her face.

"I can't wait to see it's another cartoon. I wonder why we're going to see a movie on Friday night."

"Yeah, I guess, but in my case, maybe you want to get more excited about the weekend. You know what that is?

"Yeah, I get it. Is it special the night before the weekend? Even though I'm an adult, I'm going to end up like a child."

Hmm? Adult, is it...?

I'm patting my legs like a child, and I'm perfectly young for appearance, inner appearance, and behavior... but let's just keep quiet?

"Well, Miss Mariabelle. Is it time to do the show?

"Yeah, I don't mind. I will allow you to sit next to me specially tonight, too. It's a delightful weekend."

Oh, he's enjoying it a lot.

More than earlier, she leans over and puts her shoulders on the right foot. From the pyjamas there is a snug clavicle peeking, the scent of bathing, and a slightly sweet smell characteristic of the girl makes my head crisp.

Spring pyjamas are slightly lacking in thickness, partly because of their easy transmission of a luminous feel.

Now, when the lighting is only downlighted, the color of the room fades. We, and only television, will exist, and the animation will begin after the girl claps with a patsy clap at its authentic atmosphere.

The bright blue screen widened. Its color, stronger than the blue sky, dyes the dim indoors.

This moment of beginnings may be my favorite. It opens the cover of the story, and there's a moment in front of us where the world we don't know spreads.

This time, it would have been a slightly tense way to start.

The heroine that appeared had a sinking look, dark as our room around.

Should I say good old-fashioned, it's an animation that appeals to the emotional side instead of a little commentary. This heroine and the surrounding movements alone tell the girl what the situation is even without explaining it in elf.

Marie strengthens herself to the situation where the heroine is placed and unwittingly grabs my sleeve. Eventually the shadow aimed at heroin moved... and the accident happened.

"Ah...!

The girl was so surprised that she woke up and stared at the screen to eat in.

Accidents are not over. The title of the film appeared to tell me this was the beginning, and the girl sparkled her eyes at the performance.

"Wow, goosebumps... it's really a world of picture stories. This is what happened, but the music is so beautiful and my chest is tight."

Yeah, I totally agree with that. I've heard it many times since I was a kid, but I don't think it's probably because of the number of times it flowed through my chest. But it's hard to put that emotion into words.

"Probably, yeah... it contains a story. There are stories in music that aren't words or letters, so I'm sure you'll never forget them."

He put his head on my chest with Posan and stared at the screen like a child fascinated by the story.

Well, the elves would have been just a little surprised. He said it was such a nervous way to start, but when the protagonist shows up, he changes the atmosphere to gallery.

For a boy, it's full of energy, and the girl grows to grin so that she can get her hands on it. It's as if it's the first time she's known how to laugh, and Marie loosens her cheeks to that adorable look.

Just like the previous one - no, this one was the older one - it's a work that overflows with fascinating characters and inspires the imagination of people, such as incredible vehicles, by the way.

If the previous cartoon was for kids, this one can be called a jet coaster. At any rate, the boy has energy that is not commensurate with his little body and pushes forward without caring even in dangerous situations.

"Hih, ah, ah!?

Marie, who was not immune to such performances, was already completely attached to me. In a wood-climbing position, the girl is shaking her chest.

"Oh, I don't know if this girl will calm down anymore... oh, oh, hold still!

That's when the boy's scaffold disappeared...

Marie reacted exactly the same as the heroin. My mouth is tense and I can't even hold my breath to me all over my body.

Oops, even the relieved breath is perfectly synchronized...... sorry, but you smile and your cheeks get loose.

The expression jet coaster extends not only to flashy performances but also to stories. The difference in the emergency was still intense, but further performances were awaited when it also became a good situation.

Signs of tension also come from the girl who snuggled up perfectly, and I feel like I'm already being held in a pillow. There's something about being distressed as a man when a soft body is pressed against him, but somehow only the main points are explained like narration.

The girl staring in to eat eventually saw the end of the story.

It was brilliantly destroying the thoughts of the bad guys, what they waited for was something warm, and something mysterious.

"Ahhh......"

Gentle music plays into the room to impress the girl who leaked her relieved breath.

The girl's head slips off and rides over my thighs. Light purple eyes are somewhat relieved, which makes it hard to describe anything as a grin on your mouth.

"How was it, Marie?

"Yeah, I'm so sorry, but I want to say that Japan is the best. It's like finding a treasure, something you're thinking of getting something"

Yeah, you know how that feels.

When a girl falls asleep, she is dressed to look up from the bottom. The girl is still in the story to turn on the room lights. Shall I wait a little longer for you to come back here?

"Right...... very flashy than the previous one and although I can't say it well...... it was nice after all. People, vehicles, hard-working boys were like you, and they were so cute."

"Yeah, I wonder. I don't think the word" hard work "suits me?

When I answer, the girl laughs ridiculously.

Then he stretched his fingertips and pressed my nose.

"I don't know. You look out of your mind, but you look different from me. Just, you know... can I just say one thing selfish?

The tone is pleasant, but the eyes have a clear color.

I thought she might still be an adult because I realized there weren't so many opportunities to hear what she really wanted. Then like that boy, I should pull the girl's hand, too.

"Never mind. Say it."

A gentler voice came out than I thought, and we were both supposed to open our eyes.

Oh, I made an excuse that it wasn't, but that can be stopped at the girl's fingertips. He was touched from his index finger to his lips, and Marie whispered in a voice as gentle as mine.

"Me, I want to have an adventure with you and go to a strange world. Even that underground labyrinth is. I can't stop wondering because I saw the movie."

"Okay, Marie. I will definitely take you. [M] If you're going to indulge in a strange world, of course, your fishing skills are mandatory, but they come with you, right?

The girl grins and laughs, and hugs her to the neck muscle. And then I said, "I absolutely hate it!" and was rejected with a happy voice. I laugh, too, and I embrace my luxurious body.

Soft and warm, he felt even my breasts increase in the presence of a girl who was an elf.

Another story ended that day.

The futon conveys a temperature that is like falling asleep, and I can see that the girl's eyes are sinking into her dreams about half the time.

The Black Cat, the owner of the book, finally reached his destination in the midst of a number of strange events. Only a few more days and the girl seemed forced to wake up just to the story, which had been interrupted by sleep for days.

Shit, whispering, the girl's eyes turned this way.

My eyes are still sleepy and I smile happily before closing my thick and beautiful eyes.

I dropped her off, which was a trip to the world of dreams, and the picture book was closed.

Lunch boxes line up on the pillow, as usual, but there are about two girls' things mixed up in it tonight.

Peachy juice the first time Elves shopped in Japan. And the bag of candy balls the clerk gave me.

Damn, my cheeks are going to collapse with a smile.

Quietly place the picture book so as not to make any noise, and place the futon over your shoulders.

The warmth of the girl contaminates me with drowsiness, and the soft hands and feet hug me soon after I leak my yawn. She says, "You're gonna make me sleep," but it makes me wonder which way.

I smiled once more at the girl who squashed her cheeks and gave her a ride.

Good night, Mr. Elf. Tomorrow is a hot spring.