There is a large old brick building reminiscent of a warehouse on the back street of King's Land, lined with inferior whorehouses.
But this is also a whorehouse. This is what I call the "End of the Century whorehouse", which is run by the "Wind Clouds of the Industry".
"It's pretty elaborate.Release your body. "
I hugged the flyer-distributing city girl from behind and rubbed her breasts, I said.
The interior of the warehouse is a set that is used to shoot films that mimic King's City in the daytime.Women who interact with each other are prostitutes and men are customers.
"Spend as much time as you like in the city."
That wish is the foundation of this shop.Therefore, guests who pay a time-limited admission fee are attacking a woman from one end or enjoying a woman's snack while walking.
"Yes, leave it to me.But it's persistent. "
And I'm the latter.
Approaching from behind her in the long skirt on a light sweater, take one action to unhook the bra, pull your hands from the hem of the sweater and squeeze the raw hills.
The slightly dramatic resistance and screaming I promised turned into sweet things with my moves.
(Unfortunately, the massage went well)
I used to only stimulate the glowing part I saw with the Magic Eye, but now it's different.It's like a symphony, where the beginning is suppressed and the end is boosted all at once.
"What happened suddenly?Calm down, please. "
From behind, I gently talk to the girl in the city who distributes flyers.
"After using the palms of both hands to thoroughly knead, I pinched the toppings of both chests tight with my fingers and twisted them thoroughly."
When I did this, I waved my abs and roared like a beast.Probably, but you've reached a height you've never experienced before. Besides, just my chest.
(How many more people can go?)
I looked up at the clock on the wall and looked around as I took my hand away from the city girl who put it in a cobblestone mat.
There was a back figure walking nearby, so she jumped from behind and forced her chest out as she flipped the button on the shirt.
The difference in approach is that there was no hook on the back.
After delivering the potion to the Merchant Guild, I had lunch at the stall in Central Square and played in the whorehouse.After leaving the shop, hang out in the fun city and have tea at the outdoor cafe along the street.When I was watching the women going out with me, my feelings got higher, so I went to the whorehouse at the end of the century. "
This is my way of spending the day without working as a Guild Knight pilot.After that, I plan to go for dinner while walking around the happiness district and go to the superior whorehouse.
Incidentally, the destination is set as an advanced whorehouse to "invite the chest hairy gentleman to join the Nopan Interceptor Niente Perne Squadara."
"The superior brothel is where the noble children's brides go to work."
It is not a sitting lesson, but a sleeping lesson called "On Job Training."Chest hair gentlemen are more likely to see each other because they prefer to have sex.
Don't you get tired of going to the whorehouse so often every day?
Some people will think so.I tried, but I didn't get tired of it.
If we look for something similar, maybe we should eat, sleep, and excrete.I get hungry after half a day even if I eat it, and the more I don't like it, the more I sleep after a full day.
I'm tired of peeing now.
If you don't go, you won't be able to stay or stay.
(Oh, should it hurt a little?)
I started playing with Bob's career-woman-style chest, but when I was gently playing with the tip, the color temperature reflected in the magic eye only went up to orange.When I tried it a little stronger, it went yellow.
(But the range that feels good is narrow.)
If you do a little too much, you skip the orange and fall sharply to red.Then, if you stop pulling, it won't be enough, or it will remain in the orange.
(... if you're on your own, you can expand the scope.)
Some difficulty is preferred as a practice partner.I thought a little bit about it, and I put it on a gentle, strong base from time to time, and I said, "Pain!"and started guiding them as he wanted.
(Now)
Watching the tips of both chests just rip apart, they squashed as they screamed.Gently return to where it shines yellow and repeat the procedure from the beginning.
The target was hit, and it never went down to red as before.
(I bet you want to stop it.)
The career woman shook her butt to the left and right to urge her, but I couldn't respond in order to save her health.With the edging state, you keep scolding and making your voice cut out.
(What?)
My attention was drawn to a sweet scream at a loud volume from near by, not from the career woman.Turning to you, I found out that the source was the daughter of the city who handed out flyers.
She lost her hips and trembled on the finish with her bright red face lying down.It seems that this appearance drew the attention of the old man, and he was thrust through and swayed from behind.
(She still makes a good voice.)
The old man sneaked up from behind and struck deeply into a completely uncooled place.That's why she's shaking her head and barking.
The flashy reaction seemed pleasant, and the movement of the old man's hips accelerated rapidly.While I was watching, they all went across the goal line.
(Wow)
The loudest leaflet-dispensing daughter ever heard when she thought it was over and quiet.Looking at the eardrum pain, the teasing hand is replacing the youth from the old man.
Immediately after the old man was satisfied and released his body, he had to wait to come in.
This is tough.
Second person in a row with no goals.Besides, young people do their best from the beginning.
A city girl with a posture that pushes her face against the mat and pushes her white ass out high, sometimes has a black long skirt rolled over the yellow ground and worn over her head. It looks like a half-skinned banana.
(Some women like it right after someone does it.)
I wonder if one of them is a young man with his eyes triangulated around him.
(Ho)
Turn your consciousness back to Bob's career woman and you'll notice a change in the landscape in the Magic Eye.The area of glow around the crotch widened and the color was closer to yellow.
After following her gaze sideways, she is directed at a city girl with leaflets whose eyes are no longer hidden in her eyelids, exposed to an all-out youth offensive.
"I don't want to see the same thing, but I'm excited to see it."
Because of the high color temperature and the strong expression, this is how the career woman feels.
(All right, let's give her a goal.)
A pure physical encounter is nice, but the project is not bad.With one nod on the shoulder of a career woman, I whisper to her ear, which is hidden in her hair in the middle of the day.
"Guests who are resting on the bench will be looking at us all the time.You're definitely after me. "
That's the old man who surprised the flyer-distributing city girl from behind.I don't know if I'm actually waiting in order, but it's true that my eyes are facing.
So I say, "Next, the old man, next, the young man is your opponent," in a tone of confidence.
"A city girl who was crushed by a young man and stopped moving with her ass raised high."
I suppose you overlaid your future self with that figure right in front of you.Firmen yourself up in a state of fear.
However, the color temperature of Bob's carrier woman's stomach was increasing from yellow to yellow, close to white.
(Mind afraid, body wants it)
Then I'll let her choose.
I'm hugging her from behind and rubbing my chest.But I loosened my arms and turned the tips of my chests into pinches with my fingers.
"If you can't stand on your own, I'll let you go."
And that's what I continued to say.Meaning, "If you don't want to be like the daughter of a city that distributes flyers, you have to endure until the old man and the young man go elsewhere."
"Don't reach out to the woman someone is occupying."
That is the rule of a whorehouse at the end of the century and admission tickets are limited in time.If you decide you can't wait, the old man and the young man will change the target.
A career woman who, after being surprised, understands and prepares herself to spit and pull her chin.
Okay, here we go.
With that, I'll resume my finger pressure.But her mind couldn't make her obey her body.
Oh, my God.
The tip of the chest was stiffer and sharper than before.The sensitivity seems to be increasing, and even if you play with it in the same way, the reaction is large.
Soon the knees began to melt and the torso fell down.
(Body wins)
As a result, the tips of both my chests that I was stuck with were released with a squeaking noise, just like when I pulled a towel that had been dried by a washing bass.
I don't know if the stimulus was enough, but the career woman rounded herself on the floor and shook her back.
Here you go.
If you can feel your gaze and look at it, you can look at it like you're eating it, and you can see the middle-aged man who is doing what he says.
It seems that this old man was after me.Like the youngsters, 'I like to chase down people they've defeated'.
Responding with his eyes and nod, the old man stood on the bench with joy and crouched behind her instead of me.
(Even if it's her favorite situation, it's still her charm that keeps waiting.)
The leaflet-distributing city girl had a good voice.And Bob's career woman, with moderate flesh around her cool eyes, has lost her head with good looks.
(Good women attract customers so that work can be gathered by those who can)
I know you're busy, but that's all we're counting on.
While thinking about such things, the old man is finished, and the earlier young man succeeds as he thought.
(I don't think Manpower is catching up with orders that arrive, and it's becoming overwork.)
I remember my previous life and carve vertical wrinkles on my eyebrow root.
I'm so sorry to see you still shake your white eyes.It is not a one-on-one event, but a many-to-many end-of-century whorehouse.
The salvation is that you get chips for what you've been working on.
It's about time.
Next to her head in the leaflet-distributing city and on a bag of bobby career women lying on the floor.When I put coins in each, I left the field behind.
Hanging around the pleasure district for dinner, walking a ladder in the lobby of a superior whorehouse facing the main street, I found a chest haired gentleman looking for a sideline.
"It's an honor, and I'll be happy to join you."
A fat, middle-aged man who accepts with disrespect.I already knew about the "Niente Perne Squadara," so it was quick to talk.
That's just a gentleman swimming around the social world of whorehouses.
"I just honestly wonder if it's really okay for me."
I asked why because it seemed to cloud my expression.
"It's a skewer whirlwind to the Guild Leader of the Merchant Guild and a doctor slime.I was wondering if I could bring my own name there. "
A chest-haired gentleman shrugging his shoulders and pointing his palms up.He certainly has the lowest reputation in the flower willow world, and I'm sorry about that, but his strength is probably the lowest of all.
I don't know how powerful the Nor Pants "Niente Perne Squadara" is, but if you take the delay, the chest haired gentleman is the most likely.
(But you're the best of my acquaintances.)
I wish I had lightning, but I've finished supporting the Knights of the Kingdom and returned to my home country of Niceacasia.
So I thought about the end of the century brothel earlier.The same is true of the battle against the Nopan Clan "Niente Perne Squadara."
(Then it's a division of roles.)
Grandpa Goblin, who fires instantly and incestuously, shoots, and a long playing skewered whirlwind cornell stabs him.
Let the chest hair gentleman fill in the gap between the two players.
It's a baseball relay.
As a reserve, I will be responsible for protecting my people from the extra women and for pinching tough women.
Suggesting such a way of fighting, the chest hair gentleman exhaled relief.
"Then I'll be in charge. Let me know when and where you can find it, and I'll do whatever I have to do."
This is how we meet in the lobby with one fist.Play two-to-two with the chest hair gentleman's recommended side run.
Slime Game
This is the way to play, by the way.The idea is mine, but the contents are the "baseball fist" of the previous life.
It seems that the loser in the junket takes off one piece at a time, compared to "slowly dissolved in the slime".
"What do you think? The atmosphere is different.They're both from the Baron's house. "
The chest hairy gentleman whispered to me with an expression that revealed the secret of retention.
They work in hiding their identity.Asked how he found out about it, he asked his body.
"I tease the bottom mouth to break the top mouth, which is tightly closed.I can't stop that process. "
A chest hair gentleman dedicated to the corner of his eyes. That is the first person to like the children of a good family.
As we entered the upstairs playroom talking to Hisohiso, we started the slime game without showering.
Even though I was the originator, I continued to lose to Djanken, and had a fun moment: "After being completely naked, the barons and ladies will finally cage me."