Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Sometimes I'm happy.

Very occasionally.

I feel like an untouchable cat is close to it.

It's difficult and always takes a certain distance and doesn't even allow me to be. But that kitten with the beautiful hairline. But is it special on cold nights, when you dive into a futon and it sweetens you?

The owner would scream "Four" inside, surprised by his different behavior. I've been stuck for a long time. I'm sure you'll feel like the finest luxury.

All you have to do is just enjoy the happy hour already.

That extravagant time came to my house tonight as well.

Because Mariabelle's getting sweet enough that the word "about" suits me when I get home. Soon after I put the bag down, I dive into my nose and look up with big eyes that remind me of a kitten.

Seeing that uplift, I think I'm "here" on the inside.

Much closer than usual. My cheeks loosen when my loving eyes were right next to me and I could smile a fuzzy smile.

The hand that had entered the inside of the coat was turned to the back shortly after stopping.

"Welcome home, Nfu. It must have been cold."

He tickles his ears with a seemingly upbeat voice, and his supo and little body enter his nostalgia.

On the cold side, it was soft and warm, and it smelled good about the girl, and she disappeared from my head.

Girl shakes the tip of her long ear and smells just a little bit like a biscuit sweet. There was nothing to be hated about holding me back, and I was shaking my thighs and little buttocks to the left and right.

"I wonder what's wrong, Marie. You're in a good mood today."

"Yeah, it's nothing. I was wondering if I could warm you up."

Whispering so, her arms wind very naturally around her neck. I've kept all my weight, probably a signal that you want me to lift it like this.

I turn my hand over my little butt over my pyjamas as I feel my slippery cheeks. And when I lifted it to my mind, the slightest weight of came on my chest.

It's soggy, and the thing that keeps me hugging... yes, sweetheart, the mode has started.

Sometimes these days come. Very occasionally, at such a time as I forgot.

I don't know what psychology it is, but it's sweeter than usual. And Marie is so cute at this time.

I just can't describe it well...... with my hands around my neck, I just peered into the beautiful face of the girl.

"Hey, eh?"

Strengthen your sweet voice and plump glossy lips open right in front of you.

I always thought she was unconscious and seducing me.

also a cute pyjama like this sheep, but conscious that her lips are being seen, or dampened with the tip of her tongue and then brought slightly closer. It must be choosing the best hand to seduce me while observing. Unconsciously.

Feeling an early heartbeat, Kuck tilts her little neck. And I've made abrupt suggestions.

"Hey, don't you want something sweet?

"Mmm, sweet stuff? But dinner's close, isn't it?

"Yeah, but why don't you just imagine that for a second. Eat lots of cream cake and pour it in with good tea. It must be delicious."

That's what I said, "Right?," he stares with his cat's curiosity reminiscent eyes.

Ah, I see. I understood abruptly, but it seems that today's sweetheart mode was activated by how sweet he ate.

Marie, who waits to hang out and move her legs, must be looking for an answer called "yes".

I should say no because it's supposed to be before dinner... but I don't know, it's like I can't resist at times like this. Hey, uh, to tempt you, and when you can follow me on the cheek asking for an accomplice, I want to spoil you properly.

When she leans back slightly and defies her body, the girl hugs her with a slight recoil of. Then he whispered to his long ear, which was right around the corner.

"Well, spiritual magicians can't stand to eat sweets anymore."

Speaking in a gentle voice, Marie blushed her long ears with a hug and nodded silently cocoon. My saggy, bright white hair shakes and feels like my body temperature has risen by about a step.

Sweet Marie is so cute.

It's honest, it's muddy, and as far as I'm concerned, I want to spoil it with chicken so that it will continue to be properly sweet. I know it's something I shouldn't, but it doesn't matter now and then.

"Shall we make dessert after dinner, then? If you can put up with a little dinner, you can buy some ingredients at the supermarket."

"Yay! Hey, hey, what the hell kind of dessert do you make?

He brightens his expression all the time and peeks in with his hands around his neck. My cheeks are still red because of the lighting earlier.

I think with a grunt, looking at that hopeful expression, yes.

I'll be sure to be disappointed if I tell you something halfway through. And I want you to keep this sweetie mode. As far as I'm concerned, I want to make a sweeter suggestion.

For example, why not throw in words that stir up plenty of imagination? That's kind of an act to enjoy the girl's reaction though.

"First, if it's a prerequisite to serve dessert after dinner, I'd like a lean steak for dinner. Fins are low in fat but taste overflows when chewed."

Beef covered in salt and pepper traps the flavor inside by baking it. So you can overflow just one bite and indulge in the unique delicacies of beef.

The better the bite, the deeper the taste of the meat comes when the teeth are puffy.

"Let me imagine. Your rice cake is overflowing with deliciousness and poured with rich red wine."

Simulating the words Marie had asked me earlier, I drew a deeper sigh of relief.

Wipe the ends of your lips with your hands and start shaking your neck left or right to refuse to do any more. But the long ears stretched out with pins were as if they were waiting for further words of invitation from me.

"Let's make bread, not rice. That won't fill my stomach, and I can even enjoy sweet desserts. And this is where it starts..."

Come on, let's imagine.

This room is a studio, albeit spacious.

The dessert bakes for roughly half an hour. The cream mixed with cheese is cooked and the sweet fragrance is gradually brought to the table.

"I like cheese soufflé. It's so sweet, you can enjoy it even after dinner. Yes, it's a cupcake full of meringues. Because I use granulated sugar, the thanks to the bottom is very tasty. I'm sure Marie would be satisfied with a little fluffy soufflé."

I don't know, I whispered.

With a voice that reminds me as much as possible of temptation from the devil.

Marie can't move while in a hug position.

The ears reminiscent of Sakuho were shaking in small pieces, and the adorable sound of "ku" came from his tummy, which remained closely attached. At the same time I heard the scream "Geez," but I just think it was a double punch to loosen my cheek.

Sausage somehow rubs my back, while Marie deflects her face and opens her glossy lips. The light purple eyes pointed this way.

"Wow, you seem to have imagined too much what you did with me. You shouldn't. I can't believe it even adds to the deliciousness of meat. If you stay like this, you could be corrupt as an elf."

"If that time came, I'm sure a lovely Mr. Dark Elf would be born. Well, what shall we do? If you agree, do you want to go shopping with me?

I go, and I hear a small voice immediately, and my mouth shapes a grin at will.

I don't know why, because it was like a shin, or because the look on my face staring at me was like a child.

Sweet Marie is so cute.

It's easy to blow up work tiredness because it sweetens me in my nostalgia. I'm often tired of interacting with people at work, but for some reason, the half fairy elves seem to change the opposite.

I don't even know why.

And there's one more thing I don't understand.

"I wonder where Uridora went..."

I finally realized that while wearing my shoes. [M] Even though they're looking at me like I'm about to sue you if I were you.

I notice that there is a collar with gems on the futon table. I can't go out with you, I'll let you go home, I thought the throwaway dialogue sounded like an illusion somehow.

"Kazhiho, have you changed?

It would be a reminder that Marie held me from side to side sooner or later. When we even got the mufflers and coats for the winter, it was like being a real sheep.

I also have dinner plans. I was just going to finish shopping, and we're going straight out.

Then sheep,

Otherwise, Mr. Elf.

Shall we go buy ingredients for a delicious dinner?

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Cut the meat with a knife, a tiny pink cross section peeks. I think it looks delicious, intertwining a thick sauce and then putting it on my tongue.

The sweetness is first felt, the spices are taken over by the spices and the overflowing gravy.

Um, only our voice echoed in the room.

It is also the flavour I've been waiting for with plenty of anticipation. Maybe that little hunger was sharpening her taste.

If you chew, your teeth are waiting for good flesh, and your lips shape a grin even if you don't utter words.

Delicious? When asked, the girl's grin deepens even further. When I had a glass of wine, my pale purple eyes were pointed at me. For some reason, I changed my face.

"It's sloppy, you always are. This is how we make people forget about the boring Elves' lives. What a terrible person."

"Mmm, that's out-of-heart. I really liked living in an elf. [M] Besides, I think this life would fall into the boring category?

The ingredients fit in a thousand yen per person, as well as a stubborn salesman. It's far from a fancy restaurant, and tomorrow morning it will be rocked by trains.

"Oh, so what is that?

That's how the girl's fingertips are pointed at the kitchen. There was a sweet aroma from the oven, indicating a countdown that could be served as a dessert.

"Yeah, that smells like a sweet, sweet-loving elf."

"Look, rather than boring, it doesn't smell like the devil is tempting you. I can't believe it at all."

Wiping her mouth with a fudge and a napkin, for some reason the girl reaches out to her hands. Tilting her little neck without knowing what that trick meant, she grins in the dimly lit room.

"There you are, Kazhiho. I'll corrupt you plenty, too."

"Hmm? I wonder what that means. Besides, human decadence doesn't make you a dark person, does it?

There will be surfers with tanning or something. No. Is there a lot of "self-depraved people"?

And so on and so on, the girl who stood up from her chair pulls her hand and takes her right up to the bed there.

When I'm confused as to what is, suddenly, I can put my head on my thighs with Boosen.

Looking up, Marie had a slight eye for the oven.

"I wonder if we have another ten minutes or so. Which means we have enough time to corrupt you."

I can stroke my neck with a touch and fingertips before I ask what that means...... He shrugs his back hair on his slippery fingers, pinches his ears properly like a prank, and rubs his shoulders.

Oh, it feels good.

At the same time I think so, I get wrapped up in the girl's sweet scent and body temperature.

It's embarrassing, but we're the only ones in the dim room, and it's hard to resist the muddy thighs.

"Nfu, cute. You're a rare sweetheart tonight. Mr. Ichiro, I'll let you stay corrupt."

That, when was the offensive reversal?

Marie was supposed to be in sweetheart mode in the first place.

Words don't come up even if you want to argue with things like that. The warmth conveyed by the stiffness and while I was wrapped up in Marie's smell, it turned into the feeling that knee pillows were amazing.

Listening to a nasal song that seems to be in a good mood, enjoying the sweet scent of cheese soufflé coming up, and being stroked around my hair, it flows at a boring dinner.

We couldn't get out of bed for a while, for some reason, even when the electronic noise that conveyed the baking sounded.