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(Walson)

My body in this new life desire for the opposite sex is quite strong, stronger than my previous one at the very least.

In my past life, during the six years I was single, I didn't need to deal with my lust by masturbating to some porn as frequently as in this current body.

Perhaps it's because the girls that are hanging around me, or the fact that most girls in this world are all beautiful, which often stimulates my worldly desires...

If I don't 'handle' this desire from time to time, I'm quite sure that I would lose control and push them all down and would end up creating a tribe of enderman, elf, and Lizardkin in just 10 years' time.

Speaking of which, let me tell you something interesting that I found by accident, the [Slimeballs] that are dropped by slime mobs are perfect material for.... For handling a man's certain needs, well, if you are a man, you would understand what they are used for.

But... hmm, if i really did push them down... considering the legal adult age in this world is fifteen rather than eighteen, it doesn't seem to be much of an issue.

Grace seems like the type who would let me do as I please, and Melon would do literally anything as long as it would please me....

Wait, stop!

It seems like the 'release' just now wasn't enough, I need to handle this urge again.

I'll use the [Slimeball] for the ritual right away, Mr. Notch, please don't be angry for the kind of thing I had done toward your creation.

I don't seem to have a solid reason not to push them down... actually, If there really is one, it would be that in my past life, eighteen was the age where one could truly engage in all sorts of fun activities with their loved one, meanwhile, at fifteen, it's when someone reached the third year of their junior high

...Come to think of it, Melon seems about to turn eighteen in just a month... Wait, no! My libido! Calm yourself down! Soften yourself!

When I arrived on the first floor while maintaining a pseudo sage mindset to keep my mind off from more perverted thoughts, I noticed that Barella was already there.

She came for an internship before starting work.

It was her own request, even though she still has about a month before she graduates from the academy.

"Good morning, Idiotic Walson." While saying so, Barella was standing at the kitchen counter, busying herself cooking something.

"Good morning." I took out bread from my inventory and was about to start eating it, but I stopped doing so, since Barella was glaring at me.

"Put that thing you called 'food' away, I'm making your breakfast, it'll be ready soon, so just sit tight."

"What's your motive for doing this anyway? Making breakfast for me every day doesn't seem like a typical friend relationship." While saying so, I still walked to the window sill and picked up the watering can to water the small potted plant.

The seed that Miss Nakula gave me has now turned into something like a regular flower, so let's call it a small potted plant for convenience.

It appears as a purple wind chime flower.

It can now speak simple phrases like "Grege--", "Hello--", "Want to sleep--", "Sunlight--", "Water--", and so on.

It's silent now, so it's probably fallen asleep.

"...So, what do you think our relationship is?" Barella suddenly looked at me, why does she seem to be expecting something?

"Master and his maid." I said.

"...Wow, that's too much. I was really looking forward to a different answer..." Barella instantly deflated. "I'm making breakfast for that freeloader, and making it for you is just a side thing..."

Ah, yes, there's that freeloader.

I walked towards the guest room, looking at the silver-haired woman sleeping on the couch.

How is it possible that a princess of a country can't afford to live in a hotel?

Yes, ever since she drank that alcohol, the ditzy princess comes to sleep in the living room every night.

Her drool dripped, and the blanket I gave her ended up on the floor due to her messy sleeping position.

She's also wearing some clothes that she borrowed from Melon.

Not only can she not afford a hotel, she only has two sets of clothes to change into! And she's a princess to boot, really! Is there a royalty this sad in my previous world and in this new one?

And, she only takes a bath every two or three days.

I really can't stand that, and I don't want to treat her as an outsider, so I let her use the bathroom directly.

...As a result, she started treating this guest room as a hotel room.

She goes out during the day as an adventurer and comes back to sleep in the guest room at night.

And she gives me 10 gold coins to repair her weapons, mainly for the cost of materials. I don't charge for the labor, and she seems quite happy about it.

When she doesn't have any quests, she just lazes around in the inn...

And because of that lie that I made at the time, I couldn't refuse her, and that's how we ended up with a freeloader.

The image of the princess from fairy tales is crumbling in my mind.

I took out her spear from my inventory, I forgot its name, but it's definitely her spear, and I placed it against the wall.

Her weapon wears out unusually fast. I repaired it just yesterday, and today it already looks worn and torn.

No wonder she ran out of money, she keeps spending it on weapons.

Normally, at this level of damage, it would be better to just get a new one, but for me, repairing it is a simple task thanks to my Minecraft skills.

I repair it every day without charging anything, and since I don't ask for labor fees, it's no wonder she likes to repair her weapon here.

...Considering we've had drinks together, she can be considered as a friend. Let's give her the treatment no less than what Barella gets.

"Wake up! The sun is shining on your butt! This is the inn's morning call. Your set time has arrived, your set time has arrived, your set..." I poked her waist with my hand, and she immediately woke up.

She's a very ticklish person.

After waking her up, I dragged the half-asleep princess to the dining hall and had breakfast with Barella.

By the way, I have two servings of breakfast to eat.

One serving is the breakfast that Melon prepared and placed in the storage box before she left for class in the morning, and the other serving is freshly made by Barella.

Melon woke up early again today and left. She's really serious about her studies.

"Ah, ah, today will be a busy day again... but now that I have more money, I really want to sleep here for a day," said the princess with poor table manners, who loves to talk while having her mouth full of food.

She's just as crude and uncivilized as the woman from the countryside. How can she be the princess of a country?

"Oh, what is it that you have to handle personally?" I asked.

"Someone saw that idiot from the Rex family running back here," the so-called princess of this country said.

...Well, this is quite a serious matter.

"Who knows what foolish things he might do, but given his personality, he probably wants to seek revenge on you guys like crazy. Maybe I'm also a target for his revenge" she said while taking a long yawn.

I mean, can't she talk about such a serious matter more seriously?