The next morning.
What I woke up to the first thing to was Roxy's sleeping face.
The innocent sleeping face of Roxy with her hair down.
At the same time, the thought [I did it now...] crossed my mind.
"Haa..."
I sighed.
What should I say to Sylphy...
"..."
My worries have increased by one.
But, for some reason, I felt like my vision became clear again.
As if all my worries had been a dream.
I still had some feelings of depression within me.
But this was not me at my most depressed.
It could not even be compared to yesterday.
I wonder why.
I wonder if it's because the act of creating life healed the sadness of losing it?
"Mn."
Then, Roxy's eyes snapped open.
After she took a long hard look at me who was in front of her, she squirmed as if trying to hide her body under the blanket.
"Good morning, Rudi..."
Then, she murmured while facing away.
"Um, how was it?"
Asking me [How?], I won't lie.
I treated Roxy very violently.
Roxy being experienced was a flat-out lie.
Even so, she accepted everything, refusing to complain about the pain.
It's something I am grateful and apologetic for.
As someone who loves Sylphy, praising Roxy felt like a taboo.
To be frank, Roxy's body was small, and slightly did not match my size.
But, it would be a lie to say I didn't feel good.
Right now, I am certain I feel quite relaxed.
I do not have to lie and hurt Roxy's feelings.
"It felt great."
Roxy's face quickly turned red.
"Thank you very mu... no, not that, I wanted to ask if you felt a little better."
Oh, that.
I failed.
"Yeah."
"Then, if you hug me in return, I'll be happy."
"...Yeah."
As I was told, I hugged Roxy.
Roxy's skin was soft, moist and a bit sticky.
She was sweating after all.
From her soft skin, I could hear Roxy's heartbeat.
It was a relaxing sound.
"Rudi's arms are quite burly. It's as if you weren't a magician at all."
"...I've been training."
Roxy said that while stroking my chest and arms.
With such a cute act, my love for Sylphy wavered just a bit.
I slowly pulled away from Roxy's body.
Then, I got up.
I felt like I wanted to ask her something.
"Roxy-sensei. May I ask something strange?"
"...What is it?"
She probably noticed the atmosphere around me.
Roxy also got up with a serious face, and sat in a kneeling position on top of the bed.
A naked Roxy sitting on top of the bed in kneeling position.
Because it was so erotic that it might be bad, I turned away my gaze.
Covering my bottom half with a blanket, I continued to talk.
"This is just a made-up story..."
With that introduction,
I began to talk.
A story of a certain man.
As a fiction to the end.
A man who secluded himself when bad things happened to him when he was young.
He was close to twenty years old, and lived like trash while leeching off of his parents.
However, one day, his parents had suddenly died.
That man not only did not go to the funeral, but on the contrary did the worst thing a human being can do.
Seeing that, his other family members beat him up and threw him out of the house.
The man had lost everything, but luck brought him to a new land, and he turned over a new leaf, and devoted himself to change for the better.
His lifestyle was going well, and he thought that he would be happy if things kept like this.
But, currently right now, because of a big failure, he let a person important to him die.
Because of that, that man remembered his parents deaths.
That man only then had mourned his parents' deaths.