Why does Renko believe my stories, I wonder.
Maybe it's because I’m good at telling them... hehe, oh, that must be it.
Oh no, that's embarrassing. I mean, sure, there are plenty of people who can see boundaries, but not many who can tell their experiences well.
Maybe I really am smart… maybe Renko really does acknowledge me.
Uhehehehehehehe... If that's how she feels, she should just say it clearly.
Something like, “Merry really is the best partner.” More praise. More, more, more!
Ahh, this is bad... I'm totally floating right now. If I had a tail, I'd be wagging it like crazy.
But it can't be helped, I've been drinking that old‑style sake. Yes, this is just because I'm drunk.
I want Renko to praise me, to pat my head, to hug me, to kiss me, to cross that line with me… ehehe.
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