Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de

Think about it after midnight, without any basis.

I don't have a clock, so I have no idea what time it is.

If the inhabitants fall asleep, unlike the original world, it is this world that says there is little that moves at night.

There's nothing to make a sound of, so what comes into my ear is so much silence that it hurts and so much as a slight breath of my own.

When I was in Pioneering Village, something I didn't know if it was a dog or a wolf living in the woods was something I could hear howling about, but it wouldn't even be a city if it were.

If the pleasure streets and entertainment facilities close, aren't people diving into their beds and now decently awake as much as city guards, who at best are not allowed to blur their stupidity but leave their fields?

With that in mind, Lianya woke herself up on the bunk.

It's dark in the room.

Each room was equipped with a candle for lighting, but of course it was turned off when I went to bed.

Now the only light source that illuminates the inside of the room is the moonlight that plugs in through the window, falling from the moon that shines brilliantly in the sky.

Look up at the sky from a less transparent window.

Were you not as tired as you thought, or did your bedding not suit you physically?

I didn't seem to get a very deep sleep.

The liquor I drank at dinner didn't make my sleep deeper, and the beds were only recommended by Shion and the others, and it was clean, but somehow, it really feels like somehow, but Lianya can't sleep comfortably at this time.

Not once since I came to this world, Lianya thinks it might have something to do with not taking a bath, but with a stubbornly sleepy, lingering head that isn't enough to fall asleep.

It's not like Lianya is an inert person.

It was simply not common in this world custom to say that you would take a bath.

Then ask the inhabitants of this world how they cleanse their bodies without even taking a bath, and they say it's a common way of cleansing their bodies enough to draw water or hot water to Tarai and use it to wipe their bodies with cloth.

Lianya remembered that she was Japanese in her original world.

Therefore, as is the case with the vast majority of Japanese, Lianya takes bathing as a matter of extreme normality.

That's what I can't do.

There doesn't seem to be a bath per se, just because of the space to put a bath bucket for boiling water, the hassle of boiling water to stick there, etc., it seems that only some rich aristocrats, royalty or so, will take a bath known to Lianya because of the cost beyond the reach of the average citizen.

Very unpleasant, but without hands, except to endure for a while.

I had no choice but to have Tarai and hot water prepared by the innkeeper before going to bed, and I wiped my whole body with cloth. It was Lianya, but I don't feel kind of pretty, and I still don't feel relaxed if I don't get into a hot tub with plenty of hot water.

It was confirmed at dinner that improving the dietary environment was also an urgent project, but Lianya blurred that people living in the environment had to improve as soon as possible.

I was thinking about that, and I totally woke up.

Then, as if waiting for it, the entrance door was knocked twice very modestly.

For a moment, Lianya glances at the entrance wondering if I heard wrong.

Leave it for a while, then be knocked again.

I didn't seem to mishear it, but I don't know anyone in Lianya who would come to visit the room at such a late hour.

I'm not in Lianya, I hardly know anyone per se, rather.

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As things stand, only two people I can say I know are Theon and Lorna.

If you only know your face and name and you can also get into acquaintance, Fritz, the deputy branch manager of the guild, also applies, but you are not telling me the accommodation you took, so exclusion.

In doing so, it would be possible to either Scion or Lorna, who are taking the same inn, but there is no way a young girl of her age would come to visit a man's room late at night.

That much prudence, Lianya wanted to think, would be common sense.

Since it's different worlds, it's normal enough to visit a man's room in the middle of the night, so I can't do anything about it.

If this is the protagonist of a slightly lighter novel, did I flag that somewhere between me and the heroine? or something, but Raw Hate and Lotus Ya were very realist and subtly pessimistic as well.

I'm convinced from my head that there's no way I'm going to have such a happy and embarrassing event, so I only feel some nasty smell for late night visitors.

Remove the material stripping knife that was left in borrowing from the less baggage.

Pay for that sheath, grip it with your right hand, turn it behind your back so you can't see it from the front and hide it.

If it's true, I wanted to have a powerful long sword among the most powerful weapons in my hand, but there's about a one-in-10,000 chance that if it wasn't a troublesome seed, I'd stop feeling incalculable about the fear and mistrust that I would inflict on my opponent with a long sword of stripping.

After the second knock, there is no sign of knocking on the door.

Still, Lianya thinks whoever knocked on the door would be waiting across the door.

Carefully grip the knob on the door with your left hand and speak to the person across the door in a small, clear manner.

"Who?

"Sorry I'm late at night. This is Lorna. I need to talk to you for a second, and I was wondering if you could let me in?

The voice I returned, it did belong to Lorna.

I kind of feel the signs of trouble got stronger when the other guy across the door says he was definitely one of the people I knew, and Lianya distorts her face.

If the other person was Scion, at worst, the possibility existed, albeit slightly, of saying that he had come to visit the room lost in blood, with a shallow idea of not knowing things.

But when it comes to Lorna, the story changes.

At first glance, it looks like there are gaps everywhere, and there are no gaps there.

Even more so when it comes to apprenticeships, they are monks, and they should probably be so cautious that they are not comparable to Scion on the point of saying depth of prudence.

Such a person visits a man's room alone at such a late hour.

There is definitely something, rather there is nothing.

There's no way there's anything, but that's why. Maybe for the period to come there, we can't treat the person who might act together in an evil way.

"Can't that story be tomorrow? I'm sleepy too. I'm tired."

"It's a story you can't do unless now, isn't it? Can't you please understand that I can't?

It contains plenty of feeling that Lotus Ya said in a tone that included plenty of what it meant to just go back to her room, but that she was not at all willing to pull Lorna's tone either.

Lianya got lost.

It's easy to insist that you go home resolutely.

If that makes a bad impression from Lorna, you can say no to the invitation from Zion.

Sure, Lianya was still neglected about this world, but I was still confident that if I were alone, I would be able to go this way.

In fact, on that occasion, I said let me think about it, but that was because I had the idea that if I said no instantly, it wouldn't be a very good relationship in the future, and I was willing to say no to the invitation itself.

Same sex is easier if we act together anyway.

The opposite sex has to be concerned about something.

So, first thing tomorrow, I was going to turn down Zion's invitation and look for a party I could dive into in my guild.

Furthermore, Lotus Yakiya thinks that there is a place where Theon has no public knowledge and Lorna doesn't know what she's thinking.

The two of them have something to hide, and that almost certainly leads directly to trouble.

This is the conclusion that Lianya came to.

But here, one thing catches on.

That's how Lianya is an old man who grew up at the age of 94, and even though all emotions have dried up as she understands herself, at first she belongs to the point where the tip of her pinky finger is caught at the end of a classification that says male.

What about saying no to every woman's request unhindered?

Lianya was checking her face for the first time in Pioneering Village, which she didn't care about at all, in a state where she put water on the tarai she rented in this inn.

Black hair, black eyes, and a look like a dozen people as a makeover.

I got the impression that it wasn't good, it wasn't bad, it wasn't acceptable, it wasn't impossible.

And in the pioneering village, I also think that I helped and helped the two of them once and for all and made a good impression there.

Here, maybe there's enough chance to attract a hundred million yen ticket for a hundred yen to tell you that you've really come to confess the length of your thoughts, and you can't say enough that there's never going to be.

"... nothing."

Self accomplished at an unusual speed, Lianya nevertheless decided to let Lorna inside the room.

There are two reasons.

One is the anticipation that even if Lorna is plotting something, it will be possible to deal with it adequately.

The other was to say that I could never find a way to convince Lorna that she seemed unwilling to go home.

"Okay. Open the door. I'm not going to invite you, so come in on your own."

By not inviting her in, she said that she was very annoying but had no choice but to deal with it, and Lianya unlocked the door at the entrance and immediately turned her back on the door.

Lotus Yaya, who put the knife she had on the pillow of her cot and sat down at the foot of her cot wondering if even a nasty grin would bring her home, realized that after all this time there would be no open door sound.

I'm standing in front of Lianya, who turned around wondering if she was waiting for me to open it, with a smile that I don't know what Lorna's thinking.

The thought of being alarmed, and the question of when did you get inside, delays Lianya's reaction for a beat.

In that beating gap, Lorna pushed Lianya down on her back onto her bet with a body like a bump from body to body.

The feeling of what the hell I think this is a joke slows Lianya's reaction in a chain.

By the time I realized it, they were totally taking the mount position and holding me in.

"Mr. Lenya..."

Lotus's shoulders are held together with both hands, and Lorna's face comes all the way closer.

Exactly until midnight, I'm not even wearing monk clothes, what Lorna is wearing is a sleeping roll that she wears softly from her head and stops at the waist with a string.

Due to the wide opening of the collar compared to the monastic garment, nature and the sight of the swelling not to be seen from the chest halfway through the face, crossed and dew from the soot of the garment to the thigh quite above, was truly fantastic, with the palpitations of Lotus Yaya slightly but bouncing up.

"I don't know what you mean... you know what I mean, right?

"No, I have no idea. I don't even remember flagging it like that."

My hand, which was holding my shoulders down, comes off and Lorna's hand is applied to the hem of my shirt.

No, I don't have time to think that would absolutely taste bad, the shirt turns up and when Lianya's skin is dew, Lorna's lips approach Lianya's ear as she shifts her hips on her belly and transitions to a hugging outfit as she presses her body against dewy skin.

"That's it... are you going to make me say it?

The heat, softness and weight transmitted directly without pinching clothes, on top of the more intimate areas, gently provoke Lianya's reason, but the calm part of her head that still remains screams, because it is a trap, because absolutely this is a trap.

On the other hand, there are parts of me that say what's wrong with being on this because it's a trap.

I don't know what to do without a meal, and I can't hear you whispering that this place is going to stay flowing and get to where it's going.

What surprised Lianya here was the strength of Lorna's power and her physical fitness, while her body also rushed away, not following the calm voice in her head.

Even though he was emptied and leaned back, Lianya is not completely irresistible either.

There have been many times, and I have at least tried to escape from under Rhona, but I will not allow my arms held to my body and my tight body to hold it down and escape.

Compared to simple force, there was no reason for Lianya to lose to Lorna, but the disadvantage of posture is the outfit that stands for Lorna.

The means to say that he is forced to flinch and flinch with the blow is unwilling to use Lotus Yakiya in the present situation where Lorna's purpose is unclear.

"Don't break out, Mr. Lenya.... if you leave it to me, I'll make it better for you."

"Stay here. Just calm down. No, I'm the one who calms down...? Anyway, get away from me. I don't know what it's like to be in a situation like this.

"It's annoying to be around when you shout out, isn't it? Or that mouth...... do you want me to block it?

"Yame-ro. Don't whisper in your ear, don't make water noises, breathe."

One ear of Lianya is wrapped in a warm, damp sensation.

As soon as I thought it was a sweet bite, something lukewarm stroked my ear.

When the sensation ran through his spine, Lianya decided that this was the watershed.

That is, is it going to keep flowing, or is it going to get stubborn?

"Lorna, this is your final warning. If you want to stop now..."

"Mr. Lenya..."

Lorna stood only a few teeth in her ear, which was biting sweetly like a clamp with her lips.

Lotus Yashi, who understood that this was beyond the stage of discussion, pinned only his thumb when he made a long grip with his right hand.

'Cause I warned you.

Keep your thumbs up, and I'll stick them in Lorna's stomach.

"Hia!?

A barbaric scream loosed the power that was put into Lorna's body.

So without forgiveness, he fled from under Rhona without giving Lianya time to rebuild her posture, while continuing to rise to both stomachs with the same attack.

At the same time, he pulls Lorna's clothes and rolls them over his bet, grabs the knife he was throwing at his pillow and jumps back to the wall.

Anyway, we need to distance ourselves, Lotus Yaya's chilling thoughts dictate.

The uncomfortable part is as if it were nectar and braised.

It's a good thing your body has rejuvenated you, but these shortcomings occur at the same time, so you have to be careful, I think Lianya takes a rough breath.

Lorna, thrown on the bet, has no sign of getting up with a big letter.

It's night, so I'm glad the room is in a dark state, Lotus Yaya thought as she calmed her breath.

My face is probably supposed to be bright red, and I didn't really want to be aware of it, but it's a big deal, with the man down there telling me I wouldn't have a choice.

The next time he was pressed, Lianya, not feeling she could refuse, repeated her deep breath, desperately trying to calm herself down, hoping that she would stay asleep for a while.