"Good morning, Master Masharu."
"Good morning, Ferris-san."
I heard Ferris-san's voice, but I couldn't see her.
It was early morning, yet it was raining, so the inside of the hut was dimly lit.
Ah.
Ferris-san was flying near the partition between the rooms. She seemed to be about to come into this room.
"Ah! It's bad! The meat hole is facing down. The elixir will spill out!"
"Eh? Ah!"
"I'll seal it so it doesn't spill!"
Zubuu!
Ferris-san came in from low-altitude flight and delivered a sharp uppercut that scooped up my funya-chin.
It was already a clean motion that felt like a special move from a fighting game.
Probably the 4-1-2-3-6P command (rotate the stick left-down-right and press the punch button).
The strike hit the central slit on the glans.
If there was even the slightest deviation, the fist would have slid along the curved surface of the glans, but Ferris-san's elf fist was accurate and stabbed straight into the center.
