Huh..........
What a luxury of time!

"Lord bad boy. He's laying down right after dinner.
So did White!
Hmm ... this sun is bad.
'Well this sunshine is bad...'

The sun is pouring down generously in warmth, so after lunch White and I are invited to take a nap on the roof.
White is curled up with my outstretched arms as a pillow, his body facing me.

Are you good to work today?
Yeah. There's nothing to do now.
Do you work out?
Uh I should do it, but today ... I'll take care of it.

Lately I've been working and training with Aina, Mizella, and the others, so I haven't been able to spend much time with White.
Spending time with White is a great way to refresh yourself after a busy day.

Speaking of which, White has been going out a lot lately. Are you busy?

When I'm training with Aina and the others, White is out somewhere by himself.
Sometimes, 'Can I go play?' And some days I don't come home for a few days when I'm told in a respectful way that I can't become, but what the hell am I doing?

'Hmm?　When the Lord is busy, he is busy. When the Lord is busy, He is busy.
What's that?
You're in love with White's obedience and holding her?
'Yes, yes....'

Leaving the arm pillow in place, I lean towards White and give him a tight hug.


It's just the same. I'm holding you.
Huh.... Well, here we go.

White cooed and leaned a little closer and curled up again in my chest.
I'm going to be able to fit in, so White is still small.

"Mmm ... Lord warm.
Is it hot in here?
No. It feels good.
I knew it. White's warm.
Hmm?　The Lord's fatter than I am, okay?

Basically, I think kids have a higher body temperature than me, but I seem to be firmer somehow.
This is the one thing I won't give up.

"Oh, how was yesterday?
Yesterday?　Oh, a mock-up. Yeah. A little bit of the tip of the sword, but I grazed the Sorte.

Well, if that was a real real battle, it would be an accomplishment for nothing, but I still think it's a huge accomplishment for me.

'Oh. Lord great. You did a great job. Yay for the dog.
Yuck... but then Renge beat me to a pulp...

No, it was really amazingly beaten up.
The person who made the battering happen was that?　I had a questioning look on my face, and if Aina hadn't hurriedly intervened to stop me, I'm sure I would have been cooing in bed today.

Renge apologized to me tremendously, but no, that was a great experience.
I didn't get carried away, didn't get smug, and was able to pull myself together again.

Well, I've got a long way to go. I'm going to take it slow, but I'll do my best.
'Well Lord. There's definitely a way for the Lord to beat the three of you, right?
Oh, what's that?

The training is basically taught by Aina and the others because the basics aren't there first.
White's fighting style is substandard, to say the least.
There's nothing I can learn from it now, since the priority is to kill faster than receiving and more than anything else.
Maybe that's why White doesn't talk and doesn't come into training.

But I'm sure I've grown up a bit, and White has some advice for me.
What is this all about? I look at White with an expectant look on my face, wondering what I should do.
Then White gave me a confident, smug look.

'You can fight in bed from the night before until the morning. Then the next day you'll be able to get off your back and definitely beat him. Only the Lord can do it, he's the Lord, so he can win. White is the first to go.
'....Hey White. I feel like the purpose of the game has changed from being strong to winning in the first place.
"...Oh!　It was a blind spot.

The fact that you looked thoughtful for a moment means that you've just realized that.......
And if I had a mock battle after the night until morning........then I'd be wobbly too, right?
You can't defend yourself, and if you don't hit it right, you're going to get seriously hurt.
And, hey, White is still too little to do that, okay?
Not because of the breasts or anything, but because it's an absolute no-no in terms of ethics and ordinances, right?

When I told him the second half of the story with my eyes, White understood and gave a small sigh.
But he quickly regained his composure and hugged me tightly.

I can't help it. The sun is warm today, and so is the Lord, so I'll have to live with it. Hmm. I'm so happy.

White snuggles up to me.
Unfortunately, I can't taste the very best because it's tiny. I can't taste it, but........

"I'm happy too........hmm?　White, you've grown a little bigger, haven't you?
Really?
'Oh...'

I think it's probably between 5 and 7 millimeters, but I think it's starting to swell up a bit.
I mean, is it something I don't notice on my own?

'I didn't notice because the equipment resizes on its own........ White's road to 'tits' begins today.

I don't know about that....
But it's definitely getting bigger.
I confirmed it when White got up in surprise, so I'm sure of it.

'I'll brag to the dogs later. White, when he's growing up, will overtake the dog in no time at all.
'Don't do it you'll make me cry Solte...'

No, but is that possible...?
Tiny tits are cute. But the cutest thing is when he cares about them.
How cute is Solte's moe, who hides them with teary eyes so desperately that she can't be seen, even though she's seen them many times already.......

'The Lord's growing up under my nose about another woman.......even though I'm with White....

Other women.....
Well, but it's true.

'Sorry, sorry. Okay, come on, let's get some sleep. It's such a nice, warm day for a nap. It would be a shame not to.
Hmm. I like talking to the Lord, but I also like naps. Very nice.

We both gave a big chunk and I held White in my arms and closed my eyes.
He must have fallen asleep early, or he was coasting through the daytime with White's sleep as a lullaby.



　....let me see them!

I heard something loud, and when I looked up at the heavens with my hollow eyes, I saw that the sun had descended far above me and was getting ready to go home.
Instead, the moon had begun to prepare for work, and in the distance, night was beginning to encroach.

'Impossible. We can't see the sun anymore, so please reschedule tomorrow!

The raccoon tribe's gatekeeper-chan seemed to be confronting the visitors with a cute voice.

'Don't say so, please!　I have an urgent request to make!

The visitor you're talking about is ... oh. He's hairy.
No, he looks so because he has long hair, beard, tail and ears.
But he's not a member of my beastman tribe.
All the beastmen I know are well-groomed.
I would have.

"Please allow me to see the Lord of this house!

But they want me.
That. Is my grooming skills spreading?
I'm sure that fur is nothing but rewarding.

That's no good. It's no good.
It's not even a handful of grooming techniques.
It's a shame to the extent that they traveled for a long time and didn't take care of it at all during that time.
It's an unacceptable level for a beast lover.

Hmm....Lord?
They've got a visitor. I'll be back in a minute.
Hmmm...

White responds with a yip, but he's still holding onto me, even using his legs to hold onto me.
And even though I stood up, I fell asleep as it was, so I got down before the gate to the invisible prison (Invisible Jail) with my butt supported and approached it.

''Ah, Lord........''
Oh, you're the master here?
'Yes, sir. Apparently you need me and I'm sorry, but I'm having to ask you to run an errand tomorrow when the sun goes down.

The raccoon tribe chans take turns guarding the gate day and night.
Of course, the main reason for this is to guard Iris's mansion, but since she's not usually there, they are mainly there for me.

Since the evening is a time of reunion, I try to stay out of the way as much as possible, and unless I know her, I ask her not to visit after dark and ask her to come back the next day.

'Not so fast!　Please!　Please, please, please listen to me!

The hair is thick, after all.
It was an old man with brown, black, gray and white shaggy hair.
This one must have come to ask for grooming.
Probably................Yorkshire terrier people, right?

Okay. Then please go inside for now. And first, please take a bath. I'll boil the bath for you, so we'll wait until you're in before we take care of business.

Well, I was going to invite him in.
It's partly because he was able to take a nap and rest, but I wouldn't allow him to be left in that state.
However, even if I wanted to groom her, I couldn't even get a comb through her hair in that state, and I'd have to clean it once.
Or rather, this might even need to be cut.

'Huh?　I beg your pardon, my apologies, but in the midst of a long journey and urgent business, I've forgotten my condition... ...
'Don't worry about it. There's plenty of time for you to relax in the bath. Besides, it doesn't sound like a bad deal for me either.

That fur - if it's cleaned up, it will definitely be a beautiful, straight hair that flows through your fingers.
It would have a luster, long and brocade, soft and firm to the touch.

'Oh ... if you already told me ... I understand. I will have a bath first. Thank you.........

Okay, I'll show you one.
While this old man is taking a bath, let's get the grooming tools taken care of and a pair of well-cut scissors ready to go.