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After lunch at the baron’s mansion, we went to the cat beasts house. I was stunned by Irina, who said, 怌I heard that you had already fucked the dragons and the silver clan Fennel this morning and you still want to fuck them?怍 , but you see, I didn’t even meet Marone at the hot springs. I myself, the one who has her staying as an erotic slave, can’t just say, 怌I’m too fed up with sex and I don’t want to go see her怍. No, that doesn’t mean I’m expecting immediate eroticism. Even without all that stuff, I’ve been a bit empty, so a normal greeting is probably in order. Well, Marone is one of them, but I also need to show my face to Miril, the twin cats’ older sister. It’s like she’s in Polka for me, even if she’s not a female slave either.
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The cat beast house was home to nearly a dozen cat beast girls and it used to be a place where they used to run a reasonably sized inn. However, after the last owner and his wife died of old age, it was sold by their descendants to the baron’s family (basically, if there is no successor, the lord buys it at a low price) and it was apparently abandoned until recently while being used as a rental house and small banquet hall, with occasional maintenance. Since there are only three people in the large house now, Marone, Cute and Barbara, who is dating Keel, the house inevitably seems deserted when we visit.
ā€œMarone!ā€
I called out at the front door and it was Barbara, not Marone, who came fluttering out from a nearby room.
ā€œAh, masterā€
ā€œā€¦ā€¦You know, if Keel hears you, he’ll choke you, so let’s not call me that, even if it’s just youā€
ā€œEh, but……what do I call you though?ā€
ā€œWell, I’m the same age as Keel and of the same commoner class, so you can call me the sameā€¦ā€¦ā€
Normally, I would have more questions about calling a particular person 怌Master怍 in the flow. Or rather, I would like her to have it. No matter how much I was treated as a special guest at the cat beast colony who could 怌Seed everyone怍, even to Barbara, with whom I had no physical relationship, you know. ……No, we didn’t have sex, did we? If she was in the mix at the end of the year orgy or the octopus room seeding festival the year before last, it’s possible I don’t remember.
ā€œHey Barbara, I didn’t have sex with you, did I?ā€
ā€œEmmā€¦ā€¦ā€
ā€œYou’re not going to say it!?ā€
ā€œWhen a cat beast is at the height of her mating season, her personality changes……around the full moon, it’s hard to tell the difference between dreams and reality……
ā€œYou mean……you’re not a virgin anymore?ā€
ā€œā€¦ā€¦Some girls may damage their virginity film while comforting each other, or it may be ruptured by exercise, so it’s hard to tellā€
I’m a little worried that Keel will get the wrong idea. ……Well, if the hymen somehow says luxury, Keel is more dangerous because he has no hands as a bride.
ā€œBy the way, what about Marone?ā€
ā€œShe’s at the doctor’s placeā€
ā€œDoctor……?ā€
I’m going to visit Marone. It is deserted in Polka, where there is a miraculous spring that cures both injuries and illnesses, but there is a doctor there. I wonder what he is there for, but it seems that it is necessary in some situations. ……Apple was taken care of before.
ā€œHello. Is Marone here?ā€
ā€œOh, Andy. If its Marone-kunā€¦ā€¦ā€
ā€œMaster!ā€
Pushing past the doctor, Marone emerges from the back of the hospital examination room. She is wearing a triangular hood and an apron and looks like she is about to do some cooking.
ā€œWhat are you doing?ā€
ā€œAh, emm……Hilda-sensei isn’t here and I’ve run out of things to do……so I’m studying to see if I can at least gain a little knowledge of medical scienceā€
ā€œā€¦ā€¦What are you wearing?ā€
I point and the nurse (obasan) beside me adds.
ā€œI don’t have a nursing cap or lab coat. We can’t not have them dress hygienically when they observe the procedures of the occasional patientā€
……Indeed. So, other than the nurse’s uniform, is the cooking look the most appropriate for this?
ā€œWhy don’t you ask Oregano or Selenium to make you a nurse’s uniform?ā€
ā€œEh, but Selenium-san is very pregnant and……Oregano-san isn’t very close to meā€¦ā€¦ā€
ā€œSelenium seems to have a lot of free time, so I’d rather welcome work that doesn’t move. And Oregano works at a clothing store and has been making a lot of outfits lately and seems to be good at it……goodā€
Instead of messing around, we should take action.
ā€œI’ll go with you to ask Oregano for help. And since Azel and Rizel got along so well, why shouldn’t Marone?ā€
ā€œEh, M, Master!?ā€
I help Marone stand up and push her back.
ā€œI’m sorry doctor, nurse, I’m going to borrow Maroneā€
ā€œAh, yes. ……Is it okay?ā€
ā€œI like it because Marone-chan is just coming voluntarilyā€
When I took her to the clothes shop, Oregano greeted me with a bitter smile.
ā€œI’m fine even though I did that much as soon as I got homeā€¦ā€¦ā€
ā€œWhat do you mean by fine? I think you’re running around because of eroticism!?ā€
ā€œā€¦ā€¦I, Is it different?ā€
……You’re hurting me a little bit. I’m sure that’s what I’m to them, always trying to get them naked and asses in a row…… ……Yes, if you think about it, there’s no reason not to judge them that way. For the resident Polka girls, I’m just an erotic authority who can be seen doing blacksmithing from time to time.
ā€œNot so. Would you please make Marone a nurse’s uniform?ā€
ā€œā€¦ā€¦Nurse’s uniform?ā€
ā€œYes. ……I’m not sure if it has anything to do with Oreganoā€
ā€œY, Yes, I’m sorryā€
Doesn’t she know Trot’s nurse looks if she’s raised in the elf territory?
ā€œThe most important thing is to have a long skirt, shoulders that are easy to move……a bright color so that dirt can be easily seen and a material that is easy to clean. And a nursing capā€
ā€œNursing cap?ā€
ā€œYes. ……This is difficult to explain, or even if I said it, would it be possible to make it?ā€
ā€œI, I don’t know……hats are not a big thing in the elf territoryā€
ā€œUmmā€
ā€œI can imagine what it would look like otherwise. I’d like to take your measurements, Marone-sanā€
ā€œAh, Marone, lookā€
I encourage Marone towards Oregano. Marone glanced at me a little uneasily and went into the back of the store with Oregano.
ā€œMaster, you cant peep, right?ā€
Oregano nails me with a chuckle as she brushes aside the curtain.
ā€œE, Emm if it’s masterā€
ā€œMaster said he was different, so I didn’t do anything naughty, right?ā€
She seems to get my implicit assertion that I’m not just erotic. ……Well, I’m glad they’re willing to revise their views.
ā€œMarone says it’s okay too, if only for a minuteā€
ā€œNoā™Ŗā€
……Yeah. Oregano is a bit of a pushover sometimes.
After waiting for a while, Neia passed by the store. She was holding a bag full of steamed buns and looked happy, although she held her expression every few seconds.
ā€œNeiaā€
ā€œHaa, yes!ā€
ā€œā€¦ā€¦Why are you so freaked out?ā€
ā€œN, No, I wasn’t expecting to be called out. I had been trying to hide my presenceā€
ā€œā€¦ā€¦If I do say so myself, you didn’t disappear at allā€
ā€œEh, re, really?ā€
How much fun is this girl having with her buns? ……As she is talking about it, Oregano and Marone, who have finished taking measurements, come out.
ā€œHere you goā€
ā€œā€¦ā€¦I, I think I might have gained a little bit of breast recentlyā€¦ā€¦ā€
ā€œā€¦ā€¦I, I envy youā€¦ā€¦ā€
Oregano makes a subtly frustrated expression while smiling. She is an elf, so she is inevitably modest. I don’t think Marone is old enough to grow up to be a cat beast by now, but living in Polka may have brought out her room for growth……
ā€œHi, it’s been a whileā€
Neia puts her hat on her chest and greets them in a manner of speaking.
ā€œAh, that smells goodā€¦ā€¦ā€
ā€œFreshly steamed bunsā€
ā€œAh, y, yesā€
Neia smiles affectionately. I wonder if this process makes it a bit painful to have to share. ……I don’t think she’s that stingy since there are bags full, dozens of them, but, well, I guess Neia would like to eat a lot of them.
ā€œGoodā€
Here is where the master’s capacity for skill comes into play.
ā€œGood. I’ll go get some for everyoneā€
ā€œEh, Smithson-sanā€
ā€œI’ve got to take care of my slavesā€
I mean, I’ve just been bored. The bun shop Keel’s is close by and it will only take a few minutes to get there.
ā€œNo way, I can’t let Master go thereā€
Marone tries to jump out on her own, but I stop it.
ā€œI want you to keep the exchange warm with the slaves. Ah, and Neia will be a female slave one of these daysā€
ā€œAh, eh, Smithson-san!?ā€
ā€œNeiaā€
I stroke Neia’s soft hair and smile at her.
ā€œA little preparation. After becoming my female slaveā€
ā€œā€¦ā€¦I’m going to beā€
ā€œI’m going to make you my female slave, you know?ā€
I stroke her.
ā€œI mean I want to put you in a community like this. ……I want you to be there. Well, I’m not going to let you go anyway, but you’re going to have to take a little dip to see if you’ve been fooled. ……You’ll be here someday, getting along with Marone and Oregano and Selenium and the rest of themā€
ā€œJust a minuteā€¦ā€¦ā€
I hold Neia’s head down to stop her from refuting me and I run to the bun shop. It was about time there was no root snow and the road was easy to drive on.
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After buying about twelve buns and returning to the clothing store, Neia voluntarily split the buns into two and started eating with Oregano’s tea.
ā€˜Hee. Master is quiteā€¦ā€¦ā€
ā€œEh, I think he’s a brave man. He’s a little reckless……thoughā€
ā€œI’ve never seen Master fight, but he’s……so bold
ā€œMy acquaintance says that a brave man is that kind of thing……but then my sword arm is a proof of a fakeā€
Neia speaks with a bitter smile and the Flash Sword that seems to argue with a fluffy glow. I wonder what she’s talking about, but if I’m the brave one according to Neia, then I’m probably fighting demons or something.
ā€œLook, Neiaā€
ā€œAh, Smithson-sanā€
I replenish Neia’s bag with the reduced amount of steamed buns. And then I take a bite of one of the remaining buns myself. Yes. Keel’s father is as good as ever.
ā€œI’ll make you some teaā€
Oregano gets up. I’m not sure if she was trying to help her or not, but Marone stood up in a hurry and bumped into my back, causing me to choke on my swallow.
ā€œNguhuuā€
怎Aah!怏
The three of them shouted in unison and hurriedly offered me their own ceramic cups each. ……Please don’t force me to make difficult choices in this emergency. For now.
ā€œGuhuu……nguuā€
I take the cup from Neia’s hand and pour it down in one gulp. The other two are slightly disappointed and I continue to drink tea from the three of them. Yes, I know, I’m just trying to be fair. To be fair, there’s quite a bit of tea left in each of them and it’s hard to pour down freshly brewed tea.
ā€œTh, Thank you, all three of youā€
ā€œAre you all right?ā€
ā€œI’m sorryā€
ā€œā€¦ā€¦Huhuhu. It’s so reckless, masterā™Ŗā€
I’m nodding and thumbs up to appeal. ……Ah, but I’m a little happy to be taken care of by these three worthy children.
ā€œThanks for the indirect kissā€
Marone and Neia stop and turn red when I grin. Oregano isn’t that far, but I can see from her back that her ears are fluttering and happy. Yes. Like this combination.
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