episode_0019

“Hello.”

“Ah… yes… .”

“You look very tired?”

“I was at school until 10 o’clock yesterday.”

“I’m a senior in high school. Are you preparing a booth?”

“3rd graders only do the classes they want to do. Our class participated with the mindset that it was the last time anyway and that we wanted to have fun.”

“Really? Thank you for your hard work.”

When preparing for a festival, you usually end up staying up late.

Especially if you run a booth that requires a lot of props, such as a haunted house, there are times when you can stay up really late at night.

I thought that these days, everyone has become so desolate that preparations like this don’t have much meaning, but looking at things like this, it seems like the world is still worth living in.

“Sleep.”

“Ah, thank you. I like this.”

“Why are you saying that now… .”

Even though I was quite tired, I did not forget to bring bread and gratefully received the bread that was handed to me.

Today it was my favorite pizza bread.

“Ah… right. I didn’t bring a drink… Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I guess it’s because I’m tired. I’ll just accept your heart.”

“No… Oh, would you like some of this?”

“Huh?”

Yerim took out a tumbler from her bag.

The refreshing smell of mango juice woke me up.

“What I’m going to drink is… But.”

“Huh? No, it’s yours, but I can’t eat it.”

“… It doesn’t matter.”

“Huh?”

“It doesn’t matter. Even if you drink it.”

“… … Then, should I just take a sip?”

“Don’t touch me. Because I feel bad.”

“Of course… .”

Take a sip carefully, avoiding touching your lips.

The sweet taste passed through my esophagus.

“Thank you.”

“Do you like mango juice?”

“Huh? huh. I do like mangoes.”

“I told you earlier… .”

“I didn’t ask… .”

For reference, when I go to a cafe, I don’t drink coffee, but drink iced tea or smoothies.

It’s almost like my favorite drink.

“… … .”

As I walked, I felt a light weight on my shoulders.

Yerim is silent for a different reason than yesterday.

I fell asleep as if I had completely fallen asleep.

For no reason, the pleasant scent of shampoo tickled the tip of my nose.

“… Yerim. We’re all here.”

“Ugh… ?

“It’s school.”

“Ah… yes… .”

Yerim woke up by slapping both of her cheeks.

I take out a hand mirror and check to see if there is anything disheveled or if my makeup has been removed.

With a satisfied expression, she applied lip balm and pursed her lips.

“… What time are you coming?”

“Ah… Speaking of that… I don’t think I can go.”

Anyone who has worked in the workplace knows that annual leave is not something that can be used carelessly.

If there is a person who writes like that, it is either a competent person who has suffered a lot recently, or a coward who only squanders the company’s salary.

“They didn’t give me permission because I uploaded it too suddenly. I’m sorry.”

“… … That’s Okay. It’s a place for kids to play, so what’s the point of calling an adult?”

“I’m really sorry.”

“It’s done.”

Yerim got out of the car with a sullen expression.

That empty space was filled with loneliness.

♠

“Keuung… .”

Stretch and tilt your chair back.

Yerim kept being on my mind, so I finished today’s work at super speed.

Usually, if I have time left after finishing work, I get called to do something else or do something else secretly, but today is a little different.

“Director… I’m not feeling well today… .”

“Yes? You’ve been overdoing it since morning… Please go in.”

“Thank you… .”

Since I finished the work quickly, I don’t feel any remorse.

All you have to do is go to school in a good mood.

The time is 2pm. It takes about 40 minutes to get there, so you should be able to see at least an afternoon performance when you arrive.

“… … .”

As expected, the car was pushed back a lot.

No, today is not a day, nor is it Friday, so why are you talking about Milindam?

In the end, I arrived after 3:00, not 2:40.

Fortunately, the festival wasn’t over yet, so the school gates were left open.

“How did you come?”

“That… I’m going to see the festival.”

“Yes? Ah~ Outsiders are not allowed at this festival.”

“Ah… Really?”

Outsiders are not allowed to enter.

Did Yerim not know?

There was no sense in spending even half of it.

I forgot to ask, so I was curious about what kind of booth they were talking about.

“Ha… .”

While I was waiting at a nearby cafe to take Yerim home from school, I got a call from her.

[Why is my uncle’s car here?]

“Ah… Because outsiders are not allowed to enter.”

[They said I couldn’t come anyway.]

“That… The work was finished quickly.”

I got up from my seat and went to the car, and Yerim was waiting in front with her arms crossed.

“Why did you wait… Just go.”

“I tried to take you there while I was there.”

“Then, let’s go to my uncle’s house.”

“At my house?”

“Unless it doesn’t work out.”

“It doesn’t matter, but… .”

Just got in the car and arrived at my house.

“Ah.”

As soon as I arrived, I noticed traces that had not been cleaned up yet.

“Huh? Why?”

“No… wait for a sec. Because the room was a bit dirty.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“I care… .”

I finished cleaning up the scattered room, leaving Yerim unattended in the hallway.

Even if I say organizing it, it’s more like stuffing it in a place where it can’t be seen.

“Oh, it’s not over yet… .”

“The bag is heavy. I came in because it was the same anyway.”

“Okay, well… .”

I didn’t have anything to give, so I brought some juice and sat down at the desk.

“How was the festival?”

“It was just like that. Booth, rapping, joining the band… also… .”

The presence of kids who like hip hop at any festival never goes away.

“Oh, by the way. What did Booth do?”

“Didn’t I tell you?”

“Yes.”

“… Then you don’t have to know.”

“What is it?”

“I said you don’t have to know.”

“Are you embarrassed to say this?”

“… … Yes.”

“It’s okay. Because I won’t laugh. I’m just curious.”

“It’s not funny.”

“What is it?”

“… … .”

Yerim hesitates, as if she is embarrassed to speak.

He told me not to feel pressured and gave me a drink while waiting.

Well, maybe it’s something like a maid cafe──

“Maid… A cafe.”

“Ah… Really?”

No wonder it was a real maid cafe that caught people.

what… I heard that there are a lot of schools doing that these days.

If Yerim had been a maid, she would have been the energetic type.

I feel like I’m going to scold people who are rude or treat customers in a cold manner… .

“What is the menu?”

“Just omelet rice… There was nothing but pancakes.”

“Can you sprinkle some ketchup or something?”

“If you want.”

“Oh~”

When I went to Japan with my friends, the place I wanted to go the most was a maid cafe.

Of course, when we actually went, everyone was scared so we didn’t go in the end.

“… Would you like me to do it for you?”

“Huh? A maid?”

“Do I really need to say that out loud?”

“No, just… They said they would do it.”

“Ha… So don’t do it.”

“… Will you do it?”

“… Please use the bathroom.”

“Yes.”

Yerim took her bag and went into the bathroom.

I took advantage of this time to change my clothes, and after a while, Yerim also changed her clothes and came out.

“Um… Yerim.”

“Yes?”

“Did you operate while wearing this?”

“Yes. I hope my mom has it.”

“… … That’s right.”

I was wondering where I had seen it so many times. That’s what your sister wore.

He said it looked a little tight somehow.

A thought occurred to me, so I flapped my clothes to cover my bottom.

“… … Mom.”

“Huh?”

“No, nothing. Do you have ketchup and eggs?”

“There are probably one or two. Why?”

“Because I cooked it.”

“Oh~ That’s amazing.”

“… … It’s no big deal. ha… There are really two… .”

“Sorry… .”

Yerim took out fried rice from her bag and started cooking it in earnest.

It’s humming, and the sound of it being cooked in a frying pan sounds nice.

“If you’re a maid, you don’t have to volunteer.”

“S-sorry… !”

My sister wore those clothes and sucked my dick.

To avoid getting my clothes dirty, I swallowed all the semen I ejaculated.

“Juinnim Jazii… Put it in my pussy… .”

“You have to spread it out to put it in.”

“Not tightened straight?”

“Haha… !”

In the end, I ejaculated on my back and flew away, staining my clothes.

I never thought I would still have those clothes.

Why on earth?

‘ah… ‘I’m in big trouble.’

What started as a 10% increase has now risen to 90%.

I think it will last as long as Yerim doesn’t take off those clothes.

I sang the national anthem in my head, my eyes turned to the mobile game, and my legs were straight and straight.

“It’s done.”

“Already?!”

“Yes. Anyway, all I had to do was heat fried rice and spread an egg.”

“I see… .”

I blocked it by pressing as close to the desk as possible.

If there is some strange misunderstanding, it will be a big problem.

“Now.”

“Ah… Thank you.”

I handed a thin blanket to Yerim.

No one else will see it, but Yerim is also a woman.

Yerim covered her thighs with the blanket she brought and sat down.

“I’m glad I succeeded both times.”

“Sure. You made it for 2 people.”

“Yes.”

The fragrant fried rice was beautifully coated with egg.

But the background is lacking somewhere.

The bare yellow color was a bit dull.

“… … I won’t do it. I didn’t serve, I just cooked. Sprinkle and eat alone.”

“Yes.”

I was secretly looking forward to it, but it didn’t work out… .

I would be embarrassed just to wear clothes like this, but if I did something like ‘moe moe kyun’, I would die of embarrassment even if it were me.

“Ah.”

“Ha… .”

The moment I squeezed out the ketchup, the lump that popped out flew out of the plate and onto the desk.

Yerim made a disapproving expression as if she had been waiting.

“Who makes ketchup so ignorantly?”

“Didn’t it jump out?”

“It didn’t stand out to me. Give it to me.”

When I handed him the ketchup, he skillfully drew a heart shape and gave it back to me.

“… That’s because I just practiced the heart shape. That’s just it. It’s cold so eat it quickly.”

“Yes. thank you. I’ll eat well.”

As expected, since the picture is drawn on a blank background, it feels like I am finally eating omelet rice.

Thanks to this, I was able to fill up my stomach this evening.

“Phew… I really enjoyed it. I’ll do the dishes, so you can go.”

“I will do it for you. … It’s a service.”

“Is it because you’re a maid?”

“… That’s it.”

I didn’t want to do anything, so I cleaned up the table.

Although it is something I should have done in the first place.

“Phew, it’s over.”

“Thank you. great job. Shall I take you there?”

“No… I didn’t tell my mom that I was going to my uncle’s house. I’ll go alone.”

“Yes. Be careful on the road.”

“Yes. Goodbye.”

“Yerim?”

“Yes?”

I called Yerim, who was about to go home.

“Clothes… Are you going to go then?”

“Yes? ah… .”

Yerim’s face turned red and she quickly went into the bathroom.

If you hadn’t told me… Are you going to go back like that?

“… Ah.”

Now that I think about it, that maid uniform, aside from the garter belt, is an adult maid uniform with split panties.

That means all day long, and even in front of me.

‘… … no way. ‘Probably not.’

ah… Why did it go up to 70% again?

Let’s not imagine anything strange.