To be clear, not NTR. I've said it before.,It's an entertaining fanfiction that's light-hearted and funny.。 So there's no such strange thing, and I wouldn't do anything like that, even if some perverted psychopathy kept pushing me on. That's it.

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Yes, yes - that's the name, I thought Hanabi had forgotten about him. Miscalculated, miscalculated, miscalculated. yes, that's right, I'm so good, so good, so ...... But in the end, there is still a kind of person, and I can't compete.

No, it's not so much competition as "inability to compete" - because he's dead. Well, that's right, dead. There's no way I'm going to compete with a dead man. Or if I had known Hanabi earlier, I wouldn't have been on the same starting line as him - it didn't matter if I met him later, even if they were in love, even if they were engaged, even if they were about to get married - even at that time, I would have been completely sure that Hanabi would have been able to pry the corner.

But not now, because he's dead. And what's more, he died in front of Hanabi's eyes. It's like the hero on the Titanic. In the shipwreck, the chance of survival was left to Hanabi. And hung up --

That's really one thing about WTF. In this case, no matter how hard I try, Hanabi will inevitably remember this guy forever. In a sense, this is something more disgusting than NTR.

That is, on the night when Hanabi and I last met. While I was happily banging with her, Hanabi was thinking about someone else, her fiancé who had been dead for several years - ah, the thought of that made me want to die shyly.

I want to die, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die...... It's so unpleasant. In this case, I want to find a girl to.

Everyone has this feeling, and it happens when you have to do something, but you actually hate it. But then again, actually, I still value fireworks very much...... Loved. So I'm very willing to get her back. So it's very complicated to say, and my feelings are very complicated and very delicate. It's just bad anyway.

To make matters worse, I don't have an outlet for my emotions in this situation – especially in the Brummel Mansion where I live. Because my relationship with Hanabi is secret and cannot be made public. This is especially true when my actual fiancée, Kulishnu, is by my side.

I have to do it according to the relationships that are laid out on the surface, Kulishino is Hanabi's best friend, and I'm just Hanabi's ordinary friend. So I must not be more worried than Kulishnu. At the same time, you should not be too proactive in the search for fireworks. Normally, when I'm going crazy in my heart, I have to pretend to be calm and comfort Kulishnu!

And the search for Kulishino that I mentioned earlier, I can't do it on my own initiative. Instead, you have to discuss it with Kulishnu first. Then she said, "Yes, that's right, that's it!" Or something like that, and then do it passively. In this way, these things are tantamount to what Kulishnu asked me to do, rather than what I took the initiative to do.

That's it, that's it. Usually I do wear a few masks selectively to be complete. I'm also proficient in the skills of not being surprised, posturing and pretending. But that doesn't mean I can pretend to be that all day.

In the past few days when the fireworks disappeared, I was physically and mentally exhausted, and a feeling of tiredness and unlove arose. So much so that Kulicino was very heartbroken to see - this fool thought that she was the reason for my desperate search for the fireworks under the inherent logic, so he was a little reluctant to do so......

"So, it's a really ...... feeling."

And so it was another day of frustration, and I lay in Rainey's arms, resting on her lap and complaining—Rainey because she would never give away a word I said. And you won't get bored. And you don't feel disgusted with me because I'm a terrible man. Of course, at the same time, Rainey will not approve or disagree with my actions, she will only listen and will not react otherwise.

Of course, in this case, there is a good chance that someone will ask me - how do you know that this kid must be listening to you? Because this child is usually expressionless, it is impossible to tell what is going on in her heart.

That's a good question. And my answer to it was - I said that Rainey was listening to me, then Rainey was listening to me, there could be no second possibility. This is a matter of course, and no one can change it. Above.

Of course, Rainey was still as usual for a moment, expressionless and silent, obediently taking on the responsibility of my mental trash can, while comforting me in a woman's unique way. So when I think about it, taking custody of this child is really the most correct thing I have ever done.

"Alright, let's sleep." As I said this, I propped up my upper body, then turned my body and let my head rush towards the pillow.

"Hmm." Rainey nodded, then pulled over the covers—by the way, when I said this to Rainey before, Rainey replied, "Yes, sir," and in fact it took me a long time to correct her mistake.

In this way, I was about to fall asleep with Rainey's soft and warm body in my arms, when I heard a sharp knock on the door - and then I "kicked" and got up - nothing like this had ever happened before - what was this?! Has Kulishnu come to catch the rapist?!

"Anyway, Rainey, go and answer the door first, and if there's nothing to do, say you're asleep -- by the way, don't say, 'Captain Wright said, he said he slept—'Lie like that—this is really no joke, Please, Rainey, put all your intelligence into this anti-rape operation."

I pressed Rainey's shoulder and spoke something like this......