Isekai Torippu Shita Sono Bade Taberarechaimashita

The next day, working as usual, Milt came to add the paperwork.

He lay the paperwork on his desk, and he looked at my face and blinked.

"Captain, are you feeling well too?

"... no"

I deny it, frowning, wondering if it's on my face.

I'm just not getting any sleep. You don't have to go to sleep for a day or so.

Indeed, it may be difficult to say that it is complete.

"Oh, more than that, you look asleep. Like you were looking forward to last night?

Niyali, and Milt has heard with a grin like he ate people.

"... Milt"

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry. Just kidding."

If I looked up from the paperwork and glanced at him, Milt shook both palms at me.

Many of his jokes can't be a joke.

Even though I want you to respect me a little more because I'm your manager.

I just said that, and he wouldn't be the kind of guy to ask.

"So you didn't get a meal because of it? That's the captain."

I stiffened my body to that word that sounded impressive.

Apparently, they already know about yesterday.

How far is it? Just that she came to the room? Or have you ever slept with him? No way, even what I felt...

I know I can't peek into people's minds. But my thoughts were going in strange directions because I was upset.

"There's no way you don't know. There's no way he can do that."

Milt says as if he was frightened.

Naturally if you think about it. There's no way you won't come across a lookout that time by the time you get to my room. Apparently Milt received the report.

I guess just the information that you came to my room allowed Milt to guess more or less. Because he's the one who captured Sakura's existence in one day.

I'll make it, I really don't think I can hide anything from this guy.

It's a hassle for me to feel some darkness behind it.

"Nothing, I won't bother to blow it. It may be too late."

Milt's point is accurate. I accidentally wanted to pound my tongue.

There's nothing I can do if the sight I ran into Sakura yesterday was a light-mouthed guy.

It would corroborate the rumor of an already circulating mistress.

Yes, mistress.

The rumor that Sakura is my mistress is whispering in the fort.

I don't even have to think about where such rumors came from.

I stare at the man in front of me.

"You're the one who ran the rumors."

The young man at the end of his gaze had an emotionally unreadable grin.

That's nothing more than affirming my words.

There will be no creation for this guy, such as spreading rumors in just a few days.

Maybe I also borrowed the help of Lett, who came back to the fort a few days ago.

"Your answer. I'm sure the captain would know why."

Like trying people, I frown.

Simply, to protect Sakura... I guess not. Because it's about the milt.

Sakura is a spiritual guest. In the unlikely event that it is compromised, the damage caused by the disgusted Spirit is inevitable.

That's why you can't even honestly ask a rough military man where he told her not to lay hands on her.

By using my name, I'm guessing you set me up to keep things from getting into trouble.

And one more thing.

I'm sure Milt is after all.

Even if you give me my name, suppose someone tried to harm Sakura.

That also means you're not going to follow me.

Instead of stepping on Sakura's presence, isn't it weighing like the hearts of the crew?

I'm sure this prediction hasn't gone off.

"Don't do anything unsolicited"

"Even if they say so. You can't let spiritual guests go wild. She's got a personality she's gonna take care of herself."

That's undeniable, I thought.

Sakura's honesty and endangerment would sometimes cause a case.

It was closer to certainty coming from experience than from anticipation.

"So as far as I'm concerned, it's very helpful for the captain to keep an eye on me. Why don't you just give me your hands or whatever? This isn't your first time anyway, is it?

"Huh! Why did you..."

"Oh, I knew it? I thought maybe you would."

When I saw the smile of Milt, I realized that he had been camouflaged.

A milt that doesn't always break my smile, but it just seems hateful at this time.

I don't know why they looked at me. But if a man and a woman have spent more than a week in the same room, I might also say that it would be stranger not to make such an evil push.

The troublemaker found out, and I wanted to hold my head.

"... if you need anything else, get back to work"

In the end, that's all I could say.

Not being hostile to Milt with his mouth is something he knew long before he became a subordinate.

I don't think I regret it now.

"Yes, yes, I'm scared"

Excuse me - I left an extended greeting, and Milt left the room.

Milt, who was laughing at Niyaniya until the end, didn't seem scared, no matter what he saw.

You remind me of Sakura, who's not afraid of me, and her face gets rough.

Instead of being scared, she trusts me so much that she falls asleep in peace in my arms.

There's nothing to eat.

"There's no way I can get my hands on it..."

Sakura is a guest of the Spirit.

You're supposed to be protected by the state.

If she were to live in the King's Capital, she wouldn't have a chance to see him.

I'm not going to take responsibility, I'm temporarily greedy, and there's no way I can have a physical relationship.

I have a duty to provide a safe and secure place for her.

I must not be a danger to her.

Then a few days later.

Sakura, who knows nothing about my distress, has also visited my room in the brain weather today.

Take your own brownies in that hand.

Being a good cook was, to be honest, a surprise. I didn't know you had such a feminine stunt.

Try one and it tastes pretty good.

Maybe it's because of the lack of attention to flavor, but I couldn't tell the difference from the confectionery made by the fort cook.

"That's good."

"Great, I wondered what I would do if it didn't fit the captain's mouth"

Sakura gave me such a happy grin.

I could see something in me reacting to that look that seemed a little illuminating.

To deceive me, I put a brownie in my mouth.

Easy-to-eat sweet brownies seemed to increase sugar content slightly.

"Thank you so much for your help, Captain, and I was hoping I could thank you for something. I made it with daily thanks."

I smile, and I smile like I'm not alert.

I'm sure some of the "favors” include the stormy night a few days ago.

Don't even know what I was thinking that night while holding Sakura.

A defenseless look leaves his unconsciously powerful shoulder.

If you are trusted, you must respond to it.

The greed I felt then was just a lost cause.

If you don't let that happen, you're gonna be in trouble.

The protection of the guests of the Spirit is also an obligation. Sometimes, of course, the first night thing is a burden.

So even if I told you not to worry, Sakura thanked me.

The truth is, I don't even need to work in this fort.

A heart that does not forget to thank and a spirit that does not hate labor seems like something honorable.

You've changed, I put it into words as I felt.

I'm sure I have a calm look right now.

"You want some too?

That said, I'm gonna take the brownies out of the bag and hand them to Sakura.

but what did you think, Sakura mouthed it from hand to hand.

The softness of the lips that touched my fingertips nodded the greed that was hissing in me.

"... you"

The unintentional continuation of the spilled word disappeared into the universe as a sigh.

Sakura looks sincerely strange.

I guess I don't know what I just did.

I understand you're not calculating. I also think that's why they're so bad.

He wants to touch it.

The urge to peek into my face dominates my mind.

The same thing I felt that night, greed for her.

After all, there was no way I could forget. I couldn't have done what I didn't.

I'm sorry, Sakura apologizes for not knowing anything.

Twitching, thoughts are invaded by heat.

I'm going blind to the whiteness of my neck, arms, and feet being exposed.

My whole body reacts to her.

That's all I could think about, wanting to touch.

I reached out and touched those red, ripe lips.

Stares at Sakura, who rounds his eyes in amazement.

Black eyes with innocent colors like children show me with a man's face on them.

With his thumb belly, he slowly glances at her lips.

The skin on her fingers was so soft that she was worried that it would hurt her thin red lips.

I want to keep talking.

I want to swallow even her breath and connect deeply.

Reason desperately suppresses such desires.

Sakura is a spiritual guest. It's something I need to protect.

You can't betray her trust.

I managed to shake off the inferiority, took the edible that was on the edge of my mouth, and let go of my hand.

"And then you eat."

That's what I say. Push the rest of the brownie bags into the sacra.

"Huh? But I made this for the captain."

"... now, sweet things are good"

Distract your gaze from Sakura, who looks like trouble.

While I was at it, it became unclear.

I felt that the sweetness of the chocolate left in my mouth was twitching and eroding to my heart.

More than brownies, I want something. But that's something you shouldn't ask for.

I don't need anything sweeter than this.

"... Enough already"

I spilled it into a sigh mix, like I could not breathe.

What is this sweet thing that spreads through your chest, not in your mouth?

Like I want to find out, like I'm afraid to find out.

I can't help feeling ambiguous.

If you want to touch me, is that really just greed as a man?

If not, then it is......

Before I got the answer, I gave up thinking.

I felt like I shouldn't do this any more.

We have to forget. This greed, this question.

But I already know. the plumpness of her skin.

I can't help but forget.

Sakura, no doubt, is sweet.