Thank you, Mr. Manassilo.

　Timothy agreed to buy me a drink in response to my strong enthusiasm.

So I'll take you up on your offer.

　I didn't hesitate to choose a big size frankfurter, which was just now being baked in the stall in front of me.

　I made my choice, but--.

'Excuse me, can I have one of these big, shiny meat sticks, please?

　How I said it with a smirk on my face!

A meatball?　Big and shiny!

'Huh?　It looked like a meat stick, but wasn't it?　Are they actually potato sticks, just because they look like that?

No, it's a meat stick, it's a meat stick, it's a meat stick...!

　I mean, that's not the point!
　Like why did you dare to choose that word and adjective!

I know, right? Actually, I've seen them before, but I've never eaten them. I saw it just finished cooking and it smelled so appetizing. I thought it was destined to be a really delicious-looking bar of meat, towering proudly and lustrously.

　So why the way you've been expressing yourself just now!

　Is your pious sister actually frustrated by her obscene desire?
　I'm going to be a big part of the Maria-Selecia Church, evening session (senior members only) and so on!

　It is a very natural business smile.

　It's not a matter of what kind of person or what they say, but if it's a customer, it's a smile.
　That's the stuff of customer service.

But it's true, isn't it? This is just a meat club, not a meat club with a ulterior motive.
?

　Yeah, that's right.
　It's a meat stick, so meat stick, you're not totally wrong!

　Hearing the words "delicious-looking meat stick" and "shiny meat stick" and imagining something else obscene is simply a stain on my mind...!
　Timothy's not bad!

　Mr. Erokosister, in a quiet church at night, with a delicious morsel of meatballs.
　Whew, man.
　I'm making progress in my bad imagination.

　How irreverent I was thinking.
　What really happened was--.


A feverish struggle.

　I don't know if he realized he'd made a bombshell statement, but Timothy huffed and puffed and took a bite out of a big meatstick.

Hmm, a spirit...

　It was too big for Timothy's small mouth, and because it was freshly baked and hot, it was difficult for the novice to eat it.

　And then he tried to bite down on the huge meat club, but he couldn't.

Whew!

　The meat stick snapped off, not in the place I had intended, but a little bit beyond that.
　And from the place where it was broken--.

　Phew!　Phew!
　Phew!　Whoosh!

　The juices that shot out with such vigor stained the innocent girl's nose and cheeks with sludge!

　I'll say it again, it's important!

　The thick liquid shot from the giant meat pole, and it's a jolt! Whoosh! And now I've done a disservice to Timothy's lovely face!

Ah, it's hot.......and it smells like a very thick beast.......

　With his mouth full of the huge broken meat rod in his mouth & his face stained with splattered juices, Timothy, who muttered that - and

Gulp...

　It looked like it was only after doing this and that, which was naughty.