Your Highness, the Voice of Your Heart is Leaking!

(Sorry......)

My behavior, which I didn't want to worry about, had upset Geisel the other way around. Zizzy was indepth in reflection on that and at the same time indescribably grateful to Geisel for thinking so far.

From the window of the reception room a light of calm sunshine plunges in and the room is surrounded by warm silence. Tsitsy gently moved her own forehead closer to his forehead as she stroked the black and beautiful beast.

(- I wish the voice of my heart had reached His Majesty too...)

I'm sorry. Thanks.

- I like it. Love it.

It's easy to say in words, just emotions that don't convey. How can we tell Geisel that this thought is real, and Tsitsy made him recruit a fool of himself?

Eventually Geisel, who pressed his lashes up, had unspeakably reflected Zizzy in his eyes. Feeling a begging eagerness in a lustrous iris like the bottom of the water, Zizie tilts her face to be troubled.

――

Geisel's lips touch Zizzy. The mouthpiece, which had yet to be worn, set aside a little time and left once.

Then now take Geisel's cheek from Tsitsy's side and change the angle again to superimpose it.

When he wondered if a short water noise, like a bird's chirp, had fallen several times, Zizzy, with both hands, pulled Geisel's face apart about time. Geisel had his eyes wide open, and when he saw it, Zizzy blushed in an instant.

(Wow, I... not at all...)

I tried to imitate Geisel once, but it didn't arrive at all and I just mischievously touched it near the entrance and it was over. Still quite embarrassed, Zizzy is driven even more by self-blame.

"Heh, Your Majesty, I'm sorry, I didn't make it..."

……

Would it have managed to convey only sincerity, Zizzy waits for a reaction. But instead of rejoicing, Geisel somehow began to wrinkle deep between his eyebrows. And two. Quite a grip.

(Ya, I guess, I could have been stunned...)

He was a geisel with a completely distressed look on his face, but when he re-hugged Zizzy on his knees, he put his hand up on his cheek. Forced to look into Geisel's eyes, Zizzy perceives the emotions in his eyes shaking tremendously.

Until earlier, it was as if the devout faithful waited for God's mercy - now completely, like a hungry carnivore who preached his prey -

'I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry, but I don't have a month left and it would be a range of errors. I think I put up with it. "

(error ⁉ what is error ⁉)

Without a reason to know Zizzy's sustenance, Geisel came over for a biting kiss.

Where did you get the advantage earlier? Zizzy just takes it and fills it up, and gradually you can see her upper body leaning against the couch.

"-,"

From time to time Geisel is about to raise her voice to the breath she exhales. But the struggle was also vain, and Zizie quickly lost her escape when she wondered if she had been pressed against her back.

"Zizzy......"

My lips approached me again, and Zizzy meditated strongly that I had no choice but to observe anymore. Then, on the verge of touching each other, a dry knock noise called Concon sounded.

"- Master Geisel. Mr. Randy has told me that you would like to return to the Royal Palace because of an urgent incident."

"Randy, you again?"

To the loudest voice of mind ever, Zizzy shrugged herself reflexively. Then you felt frightened of it, and Geisel immediately releases Zizzy's body.

Before Zizzy, who waits for the thrill and the words, Geisel said, "Ah," "that," repeated several times with her forehead up, with a squeezing voice.

"... in the future, so as to properly accompany the escort"

and stabbed the nail only.