Often, he said, "Are you sure you want to go home every morning?" but that's not true.
Even hookers, yeah, they're hookers, so they try to get up early to bed.
'Cause sleeping in the morning and waking up in the evening is not life, not nature. Sleep properly at night even late and wake up before the sun climbs. It is also common sense in water commerce and prostitution that children who cannot do this will not last long.
Even Durek, the goddess who protects the whore, says:
[If you do what you do, just go to sleep]
That.
I have often said that God is right, and that a child who does not keep this thankful teaching will one day, one day, destroy his body. Unless you're also a nocturnal race, people sleep at night, things that wake up in the morning. A way of life that goes against nature gets paid off somewhere.
So we night and dream merchants are bound to get to the floor while the moon is out. My whorehouse pub, Black Deep Feather, also tries to open its shop at six o'clock at night and return the "Open" bill at midnight.
When a hustling customer caught me closing, it would be temporarily, at two o'clock and I would be late to go home... Still, I have never been home since the sun climbed.
Usually, at 1: 00 a.m. Late at 3: 00 am. Sleep plenty of seven or eight hours from there and eat a slow brunch. And relax by shopping at the market, hanging out in the city, hanging out with friends. I hang out with customers and drink and eat alcohol and knobs, so dinner is just a little bit. Then your mother taught me that going to work at your leisure is a good whore.
As its teachings tell me, I live every day. Work a lot, sleep plenty, relax, work a lot again. If there was such a thing as a Succubus Grand Prize, life would be so exemplary that it would be flowering but I would likely get it. Even today I woke up just a little later than people.
"Phew...... heh. The cafe is delicious today."
In a large mug, add the dark coffee, cold milk, and spoon-filled sugar, and slowly, over and over again, stir.
Take the time to taste the warm cafe ole that you have made. On the table, thinly chopped bread and a fluffy omelet. Plus, Andy's and tomato, cheese salad. With a little pinch of them, I finish a cup of cafe ole every morning.
If you wash dishes and mugs with flush, the laundry is next. Hand wash and dry the camisoles and underwear indoors, and hang them outside the window after washing your feet and bedtime clothes.
At this time of year, if you shrug away the laundry a little, clothes and underwear will be outrageous. One of my friends said he had mushrooms in his shorts? Clothes for whores are the same as knights' and adventurers' armor. If you don't take care of it, it can be fatal.
Night dresses in particular are both armor and a sword that tickles your manhood. Every day, I have to deliver it to the launderer and have it carefully washed.
Recommended is the recently created Mirmo Cleaning in residential areas. It has a reputation for not having to eat bugs because it has lavender populi embellished in the place where the clothes are kept.
Let's take the dress there today. That's all I have to do to clean the room.
Floors that accumulate sand and dust at some point when left alone. Plus, a little windows that get dirty with the sea breeze and the coal coming out of the chimney. Polishing those two focuses, I'm going to make the room perfect.
When that's done, the chores are done for today. The time is 2 pm. A good time to take a breather and even read a book over a cup of tea.
I have some delicious tea leaves from customers the other day, as well as some chocolate biscuits from friends. Today's afternoon tea, that's settled. I quickly put the watered kettle over the stove and set it on fire.
"Mr. Yvetta! Clothes, please!
"Nyah!?
Suddenly, a busy customer appeared.
Takahiro, who lives in your neighborhood, jumped right in through the open window.
A boy from the East, with a thin physique and an unexpectedly tight body that attracts him. He holds the little girl on his shoulder and approaches me with unprecedented force.
"Well... can I just wear my jacket?
"No, not Mr. Yvetta's"
Taka Hiro looked crisp for some reason when she looked at me as she began to take off her clothes.
I feel kind of strange about this sober scratch. I know that some guys get excited about clothes, underwear, and socks. In the meantime, I also know that I have a stubborn obsession with not having to take it off.
Isn't that what Takahiro, a healthy young man, says, "Give me some clothes"?
I tip my neck to Takahiro's words that don't get the guidelines.
"Clothing means this guy's clothes."
"Nyah."
"Oh, sweetie. Is he a cat beast?
Takahiro held and supported the child in charge with both hands and protruded.
Black dyed silky hair. Brilliant eyes like obsidian. A charming cat that moves a little bit. A sloppy, dripping tail.
What a beautiful thing to do when you stick them to a pretty girl! To the pity of having to be surprised, I stuck around and stroked my black cat's head.
"Huh!
And then they gave me a cat punch.
...... let it go, my spine is freaking out......!
"Also, one more time"
"Phew!
"Oh, here. Be nice, Nyadia."
The second cat punch ended undeveloped because Takahiro turned his body around.
I feel a little sorry for you, but let's play a lot after talking to Cat.
"You say Nyadia? You want that kid's clothes?
"Oh, yes, it is. This guy's been wanting hoodies for a while and he's been hitting on me. I'm sure he's meant to be, but it's hard to tell."
"Wha!?
Although he is sifting and shaking his head, I wonder if this is a cat tundra.
I've heard that if you push it, you pull it, and if you pull it, it's the Cat Beast Man who pushes it, but I do think that applies. My colleague also has one cat beast man, but the kid is pretty good, he's not very sweet.
It's the Cat Beast Man who sticks with me and takes a cold attitude. But supported by the palace that it's good there, they're also popular in the city at night.
Was Taka Hiro a cat lover, too? It's better to be cold than to be sweet, but I just want it to be a little bit. I wonder if Takahiro would have asked for an understated cat.
Thinking about it, you also nod that you didn't get on my invitation, Yumiel, or Rootoo. I'd rather seek than be asked. In a way, it was a man named Takahiro who was loyal to his instincts everywhere!
"Oh, there's no way I'm giving you any clothes! Don't get me wrong!
"Do something about it, please. I don't like shops selling women's clothes. I'll pay for it."
Is that it? I tried tundeling it, but it's not responding at all?
So you can't burn the blade. There is no such thing as an apparent smallworker for the attentive lords. I knew I was right about the knowledge I had developed as a succubus.
"If you're Nyadia, maybe the clothes you saved for Yumiel will fit. I'll see what I can find."
"Yes, please"
Put down Nyadia, who is still sifting and shaking her head, and Takahiro, who supports her, and I started fishing the closet in the separate room.
"Bye! This is sailor Nyadia!
"Ooh. Is that sailor clothes?"
In contrast to the white fabric, the water-colored sailor colour (Eri) is also bright on the eyes, sailor clothing.
Long sleeve trousers are for the palace. Long sleeves with short sleeves and skirts instead of trousers to make them more adorable were for girls.
The naval clothing, whose recipe was excavated from the ruins and instantly spread over the eastern continent, was a very popular costume in a slightly wealthy household or even in the summer 'Black Deep Feather'.
"Nyah, nya"
Nyadia, dressed in sailor clothes, is definitely concerned about her new clothes, pulling her sleeves and pinching her skirt.
Each time the tail twisted, twisted and moved, and also seemed to be making something.
"Oh, you look great, Nyadia. He's cute."
To Takahiro's compliments, Nyadia turned to her face and jumped straight out the window.
Its supple movement is precisely the cat itself. And he was a cat everywhere, too, full of tundra like an example.
"Will this stop the Nyadia one from following me? Uh, can we take this slow..."
Huh, and Takahiro, with a big sigh, lay down on the couch really well. When he looked, he closed his eyes and was asleep early.
Speaking of which, Yumiel told me that your husband is tired these days. I don't know why I'm tired, but I do feel like I'm going to be physically and mentally tired.
What the hell... Ha!? Yesterday, I just met Routou in the city, she was shiny!
And you also told me, "I really fucked Takahiro the other day"!
Because it was before work, I didn't ask in depth, but I wonder if that could have been the case!?
Yumiel and Loutou, the raunchy young maidens. Their hard, immature fruit, however, emits a rich fragrance and stimulates the man's beast. In the house, there's one man and two women. No one gets in the way, and the door in the private room is too thin to say walls.
To devoted girls, a growing cloudy desire. In a small house where skin and skin routinely fit together, it was simply impossible to keep young beasts lusting forever - etc.
"Here it is!
I'm sure Takahiro and Yumiel, and Rootoo, have finally crossed the line. That's why you're forgetting to sleep and going day and night the intense exchanges you left to your youth!?
Horrible...... how horrible! How horrible is the desire of people to drain dead trees and shredded takahiro so far!
But I'm so proud of you! If possible, I'd like to take a fierce assault to play a cheerful routine and say, "I thought you'd be killed."
"Heh, heh, heh..."
Show your nature as a succubus, and I will approach Takahiro.
Sleeping on the couch defenselessly, close your lips to a wolf in sheep's skin.
And the moment our meat and meat blend together sweetly - someone jumped into the room.