# 71
Finally, a question like this came.
While I was explaining cliched and uncommon words like XXX, I almost exploded with a headache.
Kissing is normal.
It can be romantic and beautiful.
“Even the woman who paid the money asked me to kiss her on the cheek.”
“…oh.”
Finally, Sirius' sweet words made Dearyn's forehead wrinkle with worry.
She had forgotten about it, but Sirius' words brought back memories.
'I think about it again, and it makes me angry!'
How could he openly ask for a kiss on the cheek from another woman?
The more I thought about it, the more worried I felt.
Of course, she was just an owner out to walk her dog, but at least on the surface, they were a man and a woman together, right?
'How can the world be so corrupt and unruly?'
Her feelings were of surprise at how chaotic the world was, which led to her anger and anxiety.
To her, it didn't matter if Sirius kissed a woman's cheek or kissed a man's ass.
But how can people be so chaotic?
'Sure, it's a bad time, a bad time.'
In order for the dog to remain pure and live as a brave son of a family in this dangerous world, it was necessary for him to possess knowledge that would prevent him from falling into other people's traps.
Deyarin once again realized the importance of education.
“Sirius, kissing has some rules.”
"Yes."
“First, a kiss means touching lips.”
“Does that mean I kiss the cup when I drink water?”
“What? No, not that...”
It was difficult to decide whether to say “not to things” or not, because sometimes priests would bless things with a kiss as well.
One of the highlights of the New Year celebration is a kiss from one of the ruler's seven sons that blesses the world.
The earth kisses once, the tree known as the waters of the Holy Empire once, the river once, and finally the sky once.
That moment was so majestic and sacred that at least once a year Deyarin regained her faith when she saw it.
“They say that's also called a kiss.”
The concepts she had known intuitively were shaken.
Deyarin was suffering alone, searching for an answer.
“So, I mean… just a passing touch isn't a kiss, right? If I want to touch something, it's not considered a kiss, but when I kiss, that's the definition...”
To explain a kiss, you need to know the word “kiss,” but how do you describe a “kiss” when it’s already a “kiss”?
Deyarin felt frustrated at her ability to explain.
In such cases, it is better to show than to talk.
“Look here, this is just a touch.”
Dearyn put her lips to the glass of water on the table.
She was really thirsty, so she drank some water before putting it down.
This is definitely not a kiss.
“This is a kiss on the cup.”
Then she extended her lips to the surface of the cup, hitting it gently to make a sound.
In her mind, she imagined giving the cup a blessing, and closed her eyes slightly.
Sirius looked at Dearyn with his shining eyes and asked again:
“Is it about the sound?”
“Oh? No! Whether there is a sound or not.”
As Diarin placed her lips on the cup again, she felt a little disappointed.
'What do I do now with the cup...'
What was comforting to her was that Sirius didn't even laugh after seeing that.
"Hmm. First, if you put your lips on it, it's called a kiss, but let's get past that. There are different types and meanings of kisses. This is important, so you should remember it."
"Okay."
The meaning of the kiss is not limited only to high society.
It started as a joke in high society, but became a popular fad among the masses, and now it is something everyone knows as a general axiom.
"First, let's start with the back of the hand. A kiss on the back of the hand expresses respect. It means I appreciate and respect you, right? Men usually do this towards women, or as a sign of loyalty towards people of high status or the royal family."
“Is this it?”
As Sirius listened to Dearyn's explanation, he extended his hand.
Then he took Dearyn's hand and put his lips on the back of her hand.
“Ah…”
Dayarin had no chance to stop him.
Sirius' lips were softer and warmer than she expected.
The touch was smooth on the back of his hand.
That was Sirius' lips.
His lips pressed gently to the back of the hand and then pulled away.
It didn't make any annoying sound like Deyarin did with the cup.
However, this was definitely a kiss.
Deyarin, who was surprised by the kiss, kept her mouth open, unable to close it.
“Is this really the kiss?”
“…uh?…oh.”
When Sirius asked, Dearyn nodded hesitantly.
Seemingly satisfied, Sirius released the hand he was holding.
Deyarin's thoughts were intricately intertwined in her head.
No, it shouldn't happen this way... No, not that it can't, but there is a certain atmosphere that requires it.
This isn't supposed to happen on a daily basis... Oh, but it does happen sometimes, especially with strangers... Or is that not true?
“What next?”
“Ah, ah... what next...”
Dearyn stirred in confusion, her disorganized mind.
What will I refer to in the afternoon of the hand?
I tried to think of areas that did not carry as much dense meaning as possible.
“Head, head, head.”
“The head.”
“Ah, yes. If you do this to the head...”
This is called a “kiss.”
It was Sirius' actions that prompted Dearyn to try it.
Dearyn's body moved unconsciously.
When she placed her lips on the top of Sirius' head, her mind screamed, "Oh, this isn't how it should happen."
But her lips had already touched Sirius' head.
Sirius was accepting D'Arren's kiss softly.
“So, this is… a kiss on the head...”
“Yes.”
Deyarin felt embarrassed as she turned away and began to explain the matter stammeringly.
Sirius listened to her without changing his expression.
While the person receiving the kiss was silent, the person giving it was feeling extremely shy.
“This is a kiss given to someone close...a friend or a brother...”
“I don't have anyone.”
“Oh, right...”
Sirius had no friends, siblings, or family.
If Sirius had a family, she wondered what they would be like, but she had no way of knowing.
If memories are retrieved, we might be able to get a hint, but if there are people who aren't looking for their missing children, can they ever be found?
Friends… If I think of friends, the only person that comes to mind is Halt…
'Is he still alive?'
Most of them died or were injured, Robin said.
So, this means that not everyone is dead.
Could Halt be among the survivors?
Although the time was short, we lived together, so I remembered it.
...But, he's definitely not a friend of Sirius.
She imagined Sirius kissing the top of Halt's head.
...It wasn't supposed to happen.
“Next is…….”
Deyarin shook her head, trying to erase those shameful thoughts from her mind, and moved on to the next part.
I've learned enough about which parts are officially accepted.
Now, the remaining parts carry ambiguous meanings between men and women.
"From here on out, it shouldn't be done with anyone. You must prevent the other party even if they want."
"Understood."
“…Can you stop that?”
Not trusting Sirius' attack power is abnormal, but I doubted his ability to defend.
Because of the nature of the Eighth Unit, they had to attack no matter what the casualties were, so the focus was on attacking first. Moreover, Sirius was not attacking with his hand but with another method. The problem was whether Sirius could recognize this as an attack or not.
"Okay, Sirius, now you have to stop any kiss I try. No, not just me, but anyone else who tries it too."
“I will stop her.”
"Exactly. Suppose someone tries to kiss you on the back of the neck like this!"
Deyarin was performing her role with enthusiasm. She was getting ready to kiss the back of Sirius' neck, as if to announce: “This man is mine tonight.”
Kisses on the back of the neck were an expression of feelings of love between lovers. But it was sometimes used as a kind of flirty joke, such as “I want to spend a night with you” or “This person has been chosen.”
If the person being approached feels disgusted, they may be told in some way: “Am I not enough?”, causing embarrassment. If he shows acceptance, he can be called a “slut” in jest.
These kisses were considered something that should be forbidden in front of others.
“……?Why don’t you stop her?”
But Sirius, despite the earnest request, was craning his neck and waiting for Dearyn's lips.
Dayaren thought that he would confront her as she expected, so when her lips approached his neck, she suddenly retreated to avoid an untoward incident.
“I don't want to stop her.”
“……No, even if she doesn’t want to, you have to stop her. Are you going to let anyone say that Sirius is his and just go here and there carelessly? Are you going to be a loose dog like that?”
Deyarin shouted impulsively, feelings of anger rising in her head.
But Sirius looked upset.
“I would love for you to kiss my neck, Deyarin.”
“No! I am now not a dyarin, but a noble woman courting Sirius!”
“However, you are Darren.”
“Yes! My body is Dearyn’s body, but… ahhh!”
Dyaren once again faces the threat of hair loss.
She felt that if she continued her education, she would find herself going to the governor's side first.
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