The book I picked up without much thought was called "The Man in the Tentacle Inferno", so it was an idealistic brochure with a very classical and manipulative atmosphere.
From the summary on the back, it was said that a tentacle worker who coveted a woman's lament by some minor mistake fell into hell and was humiliated by the tentacles by speeding the lament forever in the dark without being able to resist all the power absorbed and restrained.
"In eternal darkness, where no one can invade, it is shocking and fascinating that an obscene tentacle commits such immovable acts.
No one can help you scream.
"In exchange for a minor mistake, he is perpetually wronged, desperate for being born a woman, and humiliated by cursing his beauty and his psychic body that pleases the tentacles.
Even some literary critic, Calvetun, proudly wrote down an ad phrase that said he was flattered by this crazy nonsense. More confident than dizzy.
"What the fuck."
Who the hell is looking at this gross?
I immediately gave it back because there was no such crazy hobby.
Anyway, there are quite a lot of bookkeepers. However, there was not a book with a title on the spine. So I picked something and picked it out again, and I wrote the title on the front of the book.
For security?
It wouldn't be nice to see someone put a nightmare in Hajisa's house. Nightlife writers seemed to know what caring is.
I searched one by one and looked for a book that could contain illustrations. Unfortunately, however, it was written only. It was a corner that only handled pure night vision.
I'm bored without a picture.
"..."
By the way...
"..."
The woman standing next to me.
He kept staring at me.
What the... fuck?
"You, you..."
The woman pointing at me with her finger snorted. The voice that flowed out was aesthetic.
"Who, me?"
I think I have something to say, so I turn my head and look at her.
Beauty with green hair.
That too is a considerable level of beauty.
However, it is not the Saint who is in charge. On the night bed, I sleep surrounded by my seven wives who have a dramatic beauty.
But it's a real capital, so it's high.
The body under the robe was also quite good.
But what the hell happened to me?
"Yes, you...!"
She almost blushed her face, pointing at me like she was angry. No. Angry? I don't know. I don't know what it is. Something like that.
What do you think I did wrong?
"Why would I?"
"My face, my face...!"
"Face?"
Face?
"Look, did you see...?"
- Pa.
At that moment, Gimcott, accustomed to women, realized.
Her face was red, and she seemed to be confused as to where. Above all, I felt embarrassed.
And this is an obscene brochure corner.
I was casually watching the night vision on my own, and suddenly I came in. This is a woman, a wizard. I can feel shame just by noticing that he is reading this book.
That would be worse for a barbarian.
I have no choice but to be ashamed and embarrassed.
No, if you're going to do that, you have to read it alone or secretly more, because it's not like you're being so thoughtful and behaving.
Approximately understood
"I don't know. Who are you?"
Once I trembled and said,
I don't even know him.
Is she a well-known woman?
I pretend I don't know because I'm making a fuss.
"... who is it?"
When I asked who she was, she tilted her head.
"Yes, who are you to me? What did I do wrong? If you've been rude, I'll apologize."
"..."
Silence.
"Uh-huh..."
And then you touch your lips like you're in trouble.
"... no."
I turned my head back towards the bookshelf and rewritten the hood that had been peeled off. Then, clean the green hair that has escaped from the outside and tuck it in.
"Don't know."
"Yes."
If you don't know.
I ignored her again and reached out to the bookshelf.
What was caught this time was a bizarre brochure entitled "The Shipwreck's Captain and the Isle of Boys", which suggested that the hands and feet were less shaky.
On the other hand, there was a summary of the arrival.
The contents are as follows:
"With a beautiful appearance and rich breasts, Sarah was always confident and confident, a skilled captain and a famous merchant.
"When she secures a new trade route and runs, one day, tragically, she meets a sea monster and is crushed by a boat.
Where she opened her eyes was an unknown island on the map. Surviving alone is a miracle. Where the hell is this place?
She became a leper because she had been pushed away, and soon became attacked by small men by weaving leaves and barely covering her full breasts and penis, using her sophistication to get food.
There's all these crazy fucking books.
Put it right in and find something else.
At least the normal thing is "Captured Women" or "Men Caught by Mermaids." Also, there is the Princess of Destruction who became a sexual slave of the Emperor.
Surprisingly, is pornography generous?
You can recognize the culture of that country in this way.
If you're too obscene, you can get caught in a book written by some pagan, but you don't. I want to acknowledge the freedom of creation.
Among other things, there were many books in which women who were queens and saints were humiliated.
In an era like this, of course, I thought I'd write a book for authority... but when I see the Royal Library of Magic obscene book corners, it doesn't matter.
That's how I chose the book, ignoring the woman next to me.
"... the capital first?"
But you're talking to me all of a sudden.
No, why?
You're gonna talk to me?
"Yes? Ah. Yes, for the first time."
"What's going on here?"
"A wizard colleague from the capital wants to see you for a while."
Fill in the book while answering naturally. Now let's just go back. No one is as suspicious as someone who would suddenly talk.
Didn't you just feel a little embarrassed?
Why are you talking?
"To the fifth floor here?"
"The wizard is down there. I just came to find an obscene book."
"... why?"
"Why do you need to find a dirty book?"
"... yes. I see."
What question does a man have in finding a night out?
"That's the way it is..."
After a brief nod, she looks at me and points to the bottom of the bookshelf.
"Recommended book is the fifth one down here. These are the ones on the line."
"... yes? Suddenly you make a recommendation?"
All of a sudden... you're giving me an outdoor recommendation?
What kind of man is this?
"Do you like this a lot?"
"Yeah, I like it a lot."
I answer my questions like that, and I turn around like I'm done.
"Have a good time, then."
With a smile on her face, she shook her hand and greeted me, picking up a red book and walked past me.
I also looked down at her with a smile on my English mother.
That's how she disappeared.
"Hmm..."
What the hell is she doing?
Can I be a nightmare writer?
Above all, it seemed to be quite familiar with this five-story pornographic book corner.
Beauty is quite... Well, people's tastes are different. I first checked the fifth stage below as recommended. The woman just took one and left it empty.
Anyway, I picked one roughly and I picked it out, and I got this book.
"Muhee of the Desert"
"What the hell."
You're fluent.
I took the book and headed for the stairs. Once I looked around, the woman with green hair had long since disappeared. Well, something like that, I guess. This is a desert moody, isn't it?
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I went straight down to the first floor where my women were.
"Oh, is Cat here?"
"Teen."
When she found out about me, she did something. Risha and Winia have long been in the middle of a reading auction. Only then did I react as I approached him.
Girls who love books.
"Cat, what did you bring?"
"This."
I gave her the book right away.
"Muhee in the desert?"
Claudi laughing at her head.
"Uh-huh, it's a naughty book."
"Really, so is Kat. I'm carrying something like this."
Claudie smiles and slaps my shoulder inside her wrist. The laughter that flows tickles my heart.
"Nigger, what brings you here so late?"
"Huhu, it took me a long time, and I was looking for a book like that."
"What do you say."
You have to go back and take responsibility anyway.
"Muhee of the desert... There were many such women there. Should we say traditional outfits?"
Claudie explained that the women in the desert wear quite lightly.
It is almost as light as underwear. But it's the only thing I wear that hurts my skin in the sun.
Naturally, like a robe on it, it hangs a loose, broad garment of black hues. Wide arms, well ventilated, black clothes, sweat evaporates quickly and is quite cool. That's desert fashion.
Well, it's an outdoor outfit, and it's pretty hot indoors, so I wear it lightly.
The lightest of them would be the women who would wear them in Muhee's profession. Women whose job it is to give men a dance they will be pleased with.
"Claudie, did you buy Muhee's clothes last time?"
"Huhuhu, do you want me to wear it?"
"Can you dance?"
"I've seen it... but I don't know the details."
"Uh-huh, I'd love to see that."
"If you want to see Cat."
I slipped my hand on Claudie's thigh.
"Ahh, Kat... not here..."
"Hold on, hold on."
"Jeongmaal..."
Then Winia stares at me.
"Nigga... let's be quiet in the library."
"Oh, yes."
"You too."
"Ah... I will."
You should be.
Risha is looking hard at the book with her chest on her desk. But I thought the book had changed, so I changed it to "Disconnected Dimension."
"I like the fact that there are a lot of books, but this is why I think it's best to find them. There are so many that it will be difficult to search each other."
I have to because I choose one of the many books.
"However, it's really nice to be able to see this freely."
I don't think Risha found her favorite book.
"Did you not find your favorite book today?"
"You could say yes."
Risha covers the book.
"I want to come more often in the future."
Then you should come more often.
"Well, if sister Risha says so. I wish I had more work to do anyway."
"Let's come often."
So we spent some time reading books. I just read "Muhee in the Desert" with Claudie.
It was a monologue that addressed the story of a brown-skinned, desert-born slave woman who succeeded as a fugitive. It was truly shocking to see all the men who met with grinding and wiping techniques during slavery. And once... just imagining a woman with brown skin has been quite responsive.
I spent roughly that much time in the afternoon.
"Let's go back now."
It's time to buy a book and go back.
"Sister Risha? Do you have anything to borrow? I'll borrow it in my name."
"Yes, I'd appreciate it."
In fact, if I had a Horse Tower membership card, I would simply give a bookstore loan. So I borrowed a book and went around the streets of the stable and watched it. Almost everything you buy is the material you need for Risha to set up her workshop.
Some kind of mirror or crystal ball.
It's not very useful, but Lisa will use it differently from its use and effect. I cleaned up what Risha bought and put it in her backpack.
I went home like that.