Well, I'm in a restaurant called Bonanza right now.
I chose this place because of the signs that were on the table.
There was a picture of an old man sitting in the center of the couch eating meals from girls on both sides.
(Big deal)
I feed myself gently, without any hands, to young, beautiful, cute, miniscule girls.
One of my imaginary, big game, was there.
(Thanks to the high sales, the gold is so overflowing. Today or so, you can play with luxury)
From Shirai's point of view, I play luxury every day. but at this time, leave it.
Tell the waiter at the restaurant he wants to eat like a sign on the table.
Then he was put through in the back, where he received a response from the restaurant's concierge.
"We have three courses, which one will you do?
"Ask for the best"
"And this will be the amount, are you sure?"
I'll check the amount. No problem at all.
Nodding to me, Concierge asks me the type of service.
They say there will be three people to serve.
"Can't you pick each and every one of them?
They can't choose.
Instead, if you give hope for appearance, style, age, skill, etc., you can match it to the best of your ability.
"Well, it's good to be young. Anyway, I'm young."
I've had a lot of wives with children lately, so I want something fresh.
"Understood."
He was then given a detailed explanation by the concierge.
The three-person package is divided into three roles: food service, beverage service, and food transportation, but you can change it freely along the way.
The time is three hours.
I don't have to worry about it in the last three hours because I'm taking my meal time off.
After the explanation, I'll make the payment on this occasion.
These are the basics of prepayment everywhere.
"Okay, come on in."
Guided by a concierge, he enters the deepest private room.
There were three pretty young girls there, of no less quality than a magic girl, who greeted me with a smile.
"Please take your time"
A concierge quietly closes the door and leaves the hallway.
Three girls, each of them greeted me.
Everyone is dressed in the same clothes.
By analogy, it's a seperate minisca, like the motor show companion wears.
The style is slender by age, and the face feels like it adds about half as much beauty as it does cutely.
Hairstyles are separated from ear hanging short, Normcore Wave medium, Yulu fluffy natural curls long.
(Whoa, whoa, short for drinks, long for food, midi for carriage)
When I sit in the middle of the couch, a short one on my left hand and a long one on my right hand prepare a glass or dish for each one.
Midi goes to something like dam water on the wall and takes the food out of it.
They're ready, so we'll start with a drink.
Short is pouring something like iced tea into the glass.
(Ice cream? There's no ice in it, there's no condensation, so you don't even look cold.)
While I had a slight doubt, I waited for Short to bring the glass closer to my mouth.
(That?)
Something unexpected happened at that time.
Short drank himself, keeping away from me in the glass.
Short looked at me with a slight surprise. My cheeks are slightly swollen.
(I see! That kind of hobby)
I was happy to accept the tee Short had in his mouth.
(This can't be cold or hot, room temperature, no, human skin is the best)
Yum. I demand a replacement, taste it again, moisten my throat.
Looking to the right, Long puts the appetizer cucumber and steamed chicken salad in his mouth.
(Not only drinks, but food too!
I stare with anticipation at Long moving his mouth and chewing it well.
Looks like we're ready.
Long, too, looks at me.
(Dude!
I screamed in my heart. Because, by the long mouth, it is softly blocked.
After he got away from me, Long, now he's got shrimp chili in his mouth.
You must be ready, come back to me.
But I hung up.
"Bite me better"
At my behest, Long stops pulling over and starts chewing a lot.
A little later, being long, I guess I thought it would be something like this. Start dropping by again.
But I will, once again, stop.
"No, chew more"
Long begins to bite again. From the way things are, a man who gives instructions like me, I can hear he was quite there.
After plenty of time, I signal with my jaw.
Now it's time for Long to cut his face off and transfer what was shrimp chili to me. I'm totally drowsy already.
(Dude! Oh, my God!
Scream again.
This shop is a hit. I've never eaten like this before.
I demand a tee to reword.
This one, of course, was carefully included.
It's no longer a tee, I don't know what it is anymore, drink up something warm and I tremble deliciously.
It was just the supreme, and ultimate taste.
(If they're going no-handed, I have to go no-handed too)
At first, I was thinking of playing tricks with my free hands.
In fact, that would be normal. The old man, depicted on the shop sign, was also fed and making mischief grand with both hands.
But I paid my respects to them, and I decided to go no-hand.
It won't be easy for me to have a demon eye.
But first of all, I think we have our own growth.
(All right, long first)
That's what I decided to do while savoring dishes that fried peppers, aubergines, bitters, courgettes, pork, etc. with garlic sauce.
Finish transferring the meal and gently restrain the back of Long's head trying to leave, so that he can't leave.
Then, looking at the distribution of color temperatures in Long's mouth, it stimulates.
It's hard because I limit the place to my mouth. tongue, behind the tongue, inside and outside the gums, gently and sometimes strongly stimulate there.
(somehow, looks like it worked)
I'm relieved to see Long's color temperature rise.
And order Long and Midi to take turns.
Long must be tired because he used to chew his meal a lot.
Now it takes a short offense.
(You look cute, you're a tough guy)
Short, the reaction was hard to come by.
Somehow, I may have a dull sensation in my mouth.
Even if they tickle the back of my leg, there's a guy who's fine. Maybe that's how it is.
By the way, I'm the one who laughs around, even if they just imitate me being tickled.
Give up one end of the short offense and head to Midi.
(Yummy)
I admire it once again as I taste the porridge-shaped fifth stir-fried rice.
As I found out from Long on behalf of Midi, the flavors vary from person to person.
Steamed chicken salad, shrimp chili, stir-fried food, even if the dishes were different, there was always a long flavor there.
That's what Midi's replacement made clear.
(Oh, until just now, that tasted like Long. And this is the flavor of midi)
I'm sober.
But I'll keep my head back and concentrate on the Midi attack, which was my original goal.
(Oh, this is a lot more sensitive again)
Historically compared to short, but also sharp compared to long.
Early, the purpose will be accomplished.
Too bad the short offense is halfway down the road, but my belly's getting swollen too.
(But don't freak out that you're just eating me. Concierge said she would take meal time separately)
It might be okay to feed them healthy, hard-working fruit or so.
That's what I thought. I just spoke to Long, who was handy.
"Come on, eat."
That's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna give you a boron and a banana.
Surprised for a moment, Long, who drew precisely on my intentions, brings his mouth closer to the banana.
(Ugh, even here, I didn't expect to eat bananas without using my hands. That's very well educated)
I compliment the store while enjoying the sweet feeling of running up my spine. Pretty good store, Chimie.
"You can eat, too. Eat up, you two."
Speak for the short on the left as well.
Short, trying to share with Long, started eating bananas.
(Hmm?
That's where I found the events that bothered me.
Short, slightly deeper than the mouth, found a clearly higher color temperature.
(Short, you're more advanced than the other two, aren't you?)
I take a light sigh.
I found it, but I have to take advantage of it. Besides, Short was still unattached.
I tell Long to leave and face Short one-on-one. Short, of course, keeps his mouth shut on the banana.
I gently hold the back of Short's ears with both hands to guide his movements when eating.
Get a taste of the banana in the high color temperature areas distributed in the back of the mouth.
Gradually, changes have appeared in the distribution of color temperatures.
(Short, you're a kid, really)
I shake my head from left to right.
Because high color temperature light appeared in the throat area of the short.
I don't know if it's from birth or from experience or training.
But I want to please her, too. If you know how to please me, just do it.
"... Huh!... eh!... eh!
The longer I watch and the more Midi worries, the shorter I eat in the back.
Although it may seem bitter at first glance, the speed of light circulation in the short is faster and the color temperature is rising. I mean, I'm happy.
That being said, it's not great as a view.
I'm a little more heartbroken.
Short was satisfied soon afterwards, but I haven't been satisfied once yet. Regardless, the banana is alive and well.
Just at that time, Midi brought desserts, three varieties.
Each of them held a dessert in their hand.
Midi has almond tofu, Long has mango pudding, and Short has vanilla ice cream.
The three of them line up side-by-side and ask which one they want to eat.
(um, this place is refreshing almond tofu)
I say, almond tofu, and I point to Midi.
Then Midi grinned and, in large part, contained almond tofu in her mouth.
And on me sitting on the couch, I lowered my hips from the face to face.
(Ugh! Sweet and delicious)
As a matter of course, Midi feeds her almond tofu with a mouthfeel.
But then something unexpected happened.
Midi sitting on top of me started eating bananas at the same time while feeding me almond tofu.
(Stupid! I should have worn it earlier)
Occasionally, it looks like a flicker, so I'm sure everyone wore it until just now.
But now Midi, sitting on top of me in a skirt, is eating a banana.
(This feeling, I'm not wearing it! When...)
Probably when I prepared the dessert.
Still, that's just the show.
Ultimately, it was decided that this would happen.
But at this moment, I thought I was wearing it, so it wouldn't happen.
There, there was a fresh surprise.
(Damn, don't even let me enjoy the trick, this store is)
When I was happy, I waved my moves with feelings until the container of almond tofu melted.
Ten minutes later, Long was stunned.
Long with a buttcake on the floor, don't stand up.
Before that long, Midi and Short are down.
They both already had desserts, and the container was filled with desserts from me by the way.
The only dessert left after is Long's mango pudding.
I'm not leaving dessert behind.
Long was losing his hips because of the mood two colleagues had shown him earlier.
I smile nasty and extreme to reassure her like that.
"Mango pudding, looks delicious. Hurry up and feed your uncle."
With a gentle voice, he approaches.
Long backs off with his ass cake on, but his back quickly on the wall.
Long with a look of despair.
I lifted the long as I put my hands under both of those armpits.
Not exactly light, but still light.
I'll hold my dessert and head to the couch.
And I used all the time I had left to indulge in a lot of sweetness.