That night, I was walking down the Pleasure Street with anger in my chest that didn't fit.
(This depression can only dissipate in a whorehouse)
But to whom?
When it came to those who seemed to have endurance to take it, all I could think of was the sister of the werewolf.
But the only sister-in-law I know, Warwolf, is in Jaanne. And I'm practically off-limits in Jaanne.
(Uh, also, how can you, this feeling)
When one was stuffy, he heard a voice he could hear.
"Good job, Mr. Tauro. That was a lot of trouble."
It was Cornell.
"I heard about your inability to attend Knights training."
The expression is sympathetic. I even seem sorry.
"I didn't know the way I advised you to fight was that bad of a reputation. Honestly, it was unexpected."
He seemed sick about it.
"Mr. Cornell has no responsibility whatsoever. If I hadn't gotten your advice, I'd still be down there."
Plus, keep saying it.
"If time sows back to that time, I'll fight that way again."
Tighten your chest and say clarity.
Cornell smiled like something had been saved.
That's where I laugh.
"But listen to the foolishness."
Of course, Cornell nodded.
As I walked, I drowned my discontent with my drunk middle-aged father.
I tell the same story over and over again, angry, asking for consent. To be honest with myself, it's incredible.
Cornell asks me, yeah, yeah.
Eventually, the internal pressure began to drop, and the mind, which was turning its hair upside down like a hare, calmed down.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Cornell. And... thank you."
I apologized for spilling my deafening stupidity and thanked him at the same time.
Cornell said, with an adult smile, that sometimes happens.
He should be in his late twenties and a few years younger than me.
But the contents are much better than mine.
At first glance, he looks like a sketchy, nasty, but as much as he can be a knight pilot, he's the man who kept studying and training, diving through high multipliers and fulfilling his dreams. It can't be like that.
I thought about my differences and sighed.
"Hmm? What's going on?"
Look at me like that, Cornell says strangely.
"No, you can't beat Mr. Cornell."
Cornell broke his face about what was stupid.
"My goal is to beat Doctor Slime, right?
And bang my back.
"So today, Mr. Tauro has the perfect spot, so let's do it there."
"Is that the perfect place?
Cornell bends his mouth meaningfully and makes a laughing face.
"Look, Mr. Tauro has always said that the pilot's school uniform is pretty good, and the shade of the triangle created by the tight skirt on both thighs and knees is really interesting,"
I snort hard. Even now that I feel uncomfortable at the Pilot's School, I'm not going to flip that word at all.
"Suppose there was a place for you to deal with me in that uniform, how about it?
The words fall on me with thunder.
A girl in a pilot's school uniform will deal with me as I accumulate my frustration at the pilot's school.
Exactly, it's perfect for me right now.
With all due respect, I see the skilful, macho, Knights of the Kingdom pilot in front of me.
Ever since I came to Wang Capital, I've been to a whorehouse with a thriving leg, but it doesn't extend to this man's amount of information at all.
Somehow, the breadth of information is different.
Experience gained from jumping in without regard for danger, I guess there is such a thing.
Cornell goes on to say more as he sees me trapped by those thoughts.
"... and if that were an active pilots school student, what would you do?
Of the meaning of the word, to such magnitude, I kept my mouth open for a while without saying a word.
Words circle through my head.
(of the Pilot's School, active, students?
Cornell's face is distorted by laughter. Bad smile.
"Please take me!
I get to Cornell.
The figure looks like a golden night fork statue of the hot sea. No, that's kicking ass, so it doesn't mean anything at all.
We head to the store as Cornell leads us with a good smile.
Just off the center of the pleasure district. It looked like a junior class whorehouse from the building of the store.
"Uniform store. I'll have all my uniforms. Come on, you too, now, uniform, conquer!
Nice reverse color signs and pop letter descriptions.
"This is Cornell I was booking!
At the same time as he pushes the door open, Cornell speaks energetically to the concierge.
"The truth is, I was going to celebrate the decision to participate in the Knights' training."
That's what I say, shrugging my shoulders.
Care, but I'm honestly glad. I had a good friend.
"This way, please."
We'll be guided into the room.
"... thank you for your nomination this time"
A thoughtful ponytail girl in a pilot's school uniform greeted me like that, staring at me.
I know who he is.
No, just to be clear, he's the one who fought in the quarterfinals.
At the end of the game, I was a student who shouted, "Fight with dignity."
Naturally, from day to day, he's one of those guys who's not comfortable with the way I fight.
He is also the one who threw a heartless word at me, such as "sketchy" or "perverted".
Cornell's opponent felt the internal pressure, which should have been lowered by spilling stupidity, increase black again.
(As you wish, shall I fight you squarely)
Think so.
I'm good at melee fights, too.
The other one, by the way, has braided big tits.
This one, too, is playing in the group league.
And in the practice exam night section, the first fight, Cornell had super big tits, and I started with ponytail.
On the bed, let it sit in the front.
'Cause I don't think I lost.'
Ponytail said that without looking at each other.
I hate him, but he's a customer, so I can't help it. That's what it looks like.
Still, you seem to be willing to treat me like a guest, so don't worry.
Because he also thought there was more than enough chance that he would suddenly yell or go home angry.
If that happens, I can't enjoy the real uniform situation because of it.
Besides, you don't even seem to know I'm a doctor slime.
I fucking laughed.
"Yes, just open your legs a little bit. Oh, don't open so much, just a little smaller."
And then the match began.
I'll treat her the way I want. Because I am a customer, naturally.
First of all, it's a chill.
Don't hesitate to indulge in plenty of what you were looking at tilting unnoticed through the eyes of the Golem.
But I can't believe it. Manhood is delicate.
Behind a healthy thigh, stare at the triangular white and blue stripes.
I love watching this because I'm sketchy and perverted.
Besides, if it belongs to a forbidden opponent, it is natural that the emotions will increase.
With disgust and embarrassment, she is turning her gaze to the side.
the inside of the thigh.
Getting a little stiff is coming from the palm of my hand.
(Slippery)
I didn't think I'd ever get a chance to fully touch the inner leg of a ponytail.
If you do that to someone you're not even dating, it's a crime.
This was possible because Ponytail was working part-time in a whorehouse.
I can wave a major player in a whorehouse and students can work part-time.
Such a deep and profound gratitude to the culture of this world.
As I nodded my face and cheeked on my inner leg, my voice shook from over my head.
"It's time, right? I work for you, too. Come on, let me work for you."
Looking up, my face is pretty red.
A known opponent of the same school is sticking his face inside a tight skirt. This situation seemed a lot embarrassing.
(See how well you do)
I'll leave it to Ponytail.
She began to move her whole body like she stroked and rubbed my body. Naturally, the uniform stays on. As the sign said, the purpose of this store is to conquer the uniform.
Well, I'm already a naked bath towel.
(ho, this is pretty good)
I honestly admire it.
Feels good.
It's not a hand massage, it's an act that resembles my grooming, using my whole body.
Precisely, I'm gonna stroke my comfort.
(Perhaps the ponytail, too, sees the circulation of light)
Huh, I think.
I used to use magic manipulation because it was similar to feeling the circulation of light.
And Ponytail is a good pilot candidate.
No wonder I can feel the circulation of light.
(Knight manipulation and male and female moves)
Give thought to new research themes.
At your disposal, when you were feeling more comfortable, your voice hung from the ponytail.
"That's good enough."
From around my waist, sleeping on my back, pull the bath towel away.
The ponytail slips down the white and blue stripes as it rides over me.
"Oh, wait a minute"
I get a surprise look at my words.
"Don't lower it, please stay put."
Ponytail flaunts his face.
"... what are you gonna do with it?"
"Off, please"
I got a big sigh of relief.
But like I said myself, she's here at work, too. We have to respond to your request to a considerable extent.
And my request is to the extent that it can be easily met.
"Hmm..."
Ponytail shouts out loud as he whines.
As requested.
On top of me lying on my back is a ponytail in a uniform from the School of Pilots.
Tight skirts, of course, remain on.
Oh, my God, it's still under there.
He's opening his legs toward me, so I can see the white and blue stripes slightly off the side.
(supreme view)
I'm sober.
But such serenity was only for a few moments.
(What's this, hot!
It was hot inside.
Why is the temperature only high in that part, no, not if you're thinking about it now.
With its calories, twitching and blurring made me feel unprecedented and run a sweet current through my brain marrow.
"What do you say? She'll feel good."
Look to the side of the word.
Until then, Cornell, who had tasted the rare items of braided tits super boobs, was looking at me.
"It's not that hot."
I snort.
This feels good.
Look at me I can't afford, I'm good at ponytails.
Maybe he's going to pay back the game here.
Start shaking your body up and down.
(This is good)
Hot and pleasant.
I think I've been trying to make people feel better lately.
After that time, I was banned from going in and out of my favorite store.
It may be a good idea to get back to where you started for the first time in a long time.
(Ha)
I laugh unexpectedly at my change of heart.
Until just now, you were supposed to be so angry.
I should have thought about dealing with a ponytail and clearing my worries thoroughly.
That feeling is no longer in my mind.
With the sweet melodies flowing through my body, the blacker thoughts were flowing out.
(Again, women, wonderful)
Jaanne's concierge said.
The power to heal women is amazing. And I want to help people feel safe with that power.
Exactly.
I am being healed by the power of ponytail.
A rhythmic ponytail while sweating on the forehead but hoisting the corner of the mouth at the hunch of victory.
Looking up at her like that, I offered my sincere thanks.
(but this is kinda bad)
I'd rather be healed, but Ponytail's excellent weapon kept me close to my goal.
(I want to taste more of this time)
The pure thought made me act a whisperer.
Specifically, she crawled her hands on the lumbar bone of the ponytail, shifting her point of fall.
From my best position.
Shifting ahead is a good position for ponytails because of the thankful service.
Confusion floats in the face of the ponytail, which continues its rhythm.
You must have noticed an unexpected increase in damage.
Several times afterwards, he continued his rhythm while biting his lip, but stopped.
After breathing heavily and repeatedly so as to calm yourself down, change to lateral rotation.
Its ∞ shaped movement, again, was quite palatable.
(This is a little too, sucks)
The lateral movements were hard to control with the hands that accompanied the lumbar bones, so I unnoticed them in small pieces, changing the angle.
Of course, to deflect myself from my good position.
Incidentally, the service of keeping the ponytail in a good position is also ongoing.
Unfortunately, the ponytail also stopped the lateral movement on a few occasions.
He looks at me surprised. Maybe they suspect something.
(That's not good. I'm not a doctor slime right now. Ponytail flirts with the inexperienced Thirty Way Boy)
I set myself up like that.
I scream so deliberately and pitifully at the setting.
I'm about to explode, please give me a break, I'll try to create such an atmosphere.
I guess my efforts made sense. Ponytail laughed bitterly but niggardly and began to discipline diligently.
After enjoying a few rhythms, I whisper out loud for a moment. I can't do it anymore, it's just a festival.
Ponytail, who is at the top as a pilot candidate, must have realized it was the time of the decision to compete.
It rose a step higher than before, with gravity acceleration on its side, and fell all the way to a halt.
(Must be cute!
I slip the drop position by half, and that's the good point of the ponytail.
The ponytail, which unleashed a full final blow, leaned down and stopped moving.
Your whole body is trembling, but you seem desperate to hide it.
But I can tell.
Me and Ponytail are physically deeply combined. Tremors all over my body echo directly into my skeleton.
Besides, above all, the full operation of the vacuum pump heated by the atsuatsu had clearly conveyed that the ponytail had been finished.
(Here, you're lucky to pretend you didn't notice)
Ponytail pride must be respected.
I was almost there. What's wrong? I look at her like that and look down at her leaning down.
She just takes care of her expression, saying it's nothing.
He shook his head sideways gently and paid the trademark ponytail sideways.
And up and down again.
(healthy)
He eats up his teeth and bears it when I don't notice the finish.
I was impressed by the way it looked.
But I couldn't. Reality was abnormal.
The ponytail has been refinished twice.
I just can't stand any more, that's what you decided, unlink it from me.
And then, half a step back, but there he fell off his back. The bed takes her softly.
Ponytail keeping her mouth open and breathing rough. Those eyes are looking at me like, no way.
(The fact that I'm not a cherry boy is a mess)
I'm afraid, from her feet, I approach her on all fours.
"Please!
I don't know what you're asking for, either.
I tried to describe how cherry-like it was, and for some reason, this word came out of my mouth.
"Please! Please!
I hugged the ponytail from the front.
As she always said, I challenge the battle squarely from the front.
He desperately tries to poke me, but he hugs me with each of those hands.
"Please! Please!
I keep asking back and forth.
In front of you, there is a wide open ponytail mouth. My mouth has thrown hard words at me, sketches, perverts, cowards, etc.
Because of this, I decided to taste it. It must be hard.
But he shut his mouth and turned away.
It seems to be a resolute rejection.
I had no choice, so I decided to keep doing my favors.
"Please! Please!
Physics seems to have outstripped the spirit.
With just a few favors, my mouth opens again.
As I gently put my hands on both sides of my head to avoid turning my back, I tasted this one from the front with dignity.
(Why, isn't that sweet)
You were dry against me, but if you actually tasted it, it was sweet on the trout. Looks like a heated peach nectar.
An aromatic scent falls out of my mouth to my nose.
Mouth seemed somewhat obsessive to Ponytail. Until then, desperate resistance weakens rapidly and forces loose from the whole body.
And in my eyes, I burst into tears.
(Do it, did you get too well)
Ponytail's regrets and guilt swell inside of me.
I tried to apologize and let go of my mouth.
(What?)
The mouth of the ponytail freed from me, like something, rumored, spinning out the words.
You seem to be apologizing to someone.
I was curious because in it, I heard the word 'elf', mixed up.
Listen to Ponytail's mouth and concentrate on whispering the uninterrupted words until you miss them.
(Both of you bastards)
When I was done listening, I was swollen with anger and discomfort for the elf men. There is already no regret and guilt.
From what Ponytail said,
She said, 'Elf's shop, Kani. A lovely male elf gently escorted you'.
And to one of the stores, he was contributing.
He didn't like to kiss because he decided that even if he did part time, that was all his stuff.
Love, she seems to think, but as far as I know the nature of the elf, I honestly can't accept it.
Regardless of the average person in the elf, in the man elf opponent in the women's whorehouse, he definitely only sees it as a guest. I can assure you.
(I don't think so, just in case)
I activate Conditional Anomaly Recovery (F) on the ponytail because I was concerned.
(... both damn elves!
My vision turns red with anger.
The result was the worst.
The ponytail was in an abnormal state.
The feeling was different from that caused by crude ecstasy. I don't really remember, but I think it was similar to what it felt like when I hung myself in an Awok inn.
I mean, Elder Rich, it was me when Elda was brainwashed.
Fortunately, Ponytail was able to recover immediately with F-rank magic.
(Never forgive her for doing this, etc.)
I love whorehouses.
Whorehouse is the majority of my life.
By the women in the whorehouse, I was able to elevate myself.
And Cornell, a friend who came to the other world and started out, was only made if he had a common hobby of being a whorehouse lover.
The whorehouse woman makes me happy.
And Ponytail works in a whorehouse, albeit part-time.
Then I can't forgive an elf with a ponytail in his eyes like this.
By the way, Imoske and Dangolo are family frames, not friendship frames.
(I was trying to keep them out of it, but I can't say that either)
I remember the elves trying to exploit people in contempt.
(You guys are my enemies. I'll let you know sooner or later)
Yes, I made up my mind.
And in the meantime, I decide to follow up on the ponytail.
(Ponytail has come to entrust himself to the long haul. You must be completely accustomed to the deepest stimuli that people can't taste)
Then the release of the brainwashing is not enough with state abnormal recovery magic. We have to do something about Circuit, a circuit engraved into the depths of our bodies, where we feel joy.
(Let's overwrite him)
The only circuit you can push is the elf, so respect the elf.
If only I could push him deeper. So much so that the elves fade.
(Then I'll take your mouth and heal your heart's wounds)
To be honest, I don't think my kiss will heal the wound.
Ponytail despises, cowardly, sketchy and perverted, Busyk Thirty Way Man. Even if the wound spreads, the opposite is not true.
But my half-opened, shaped lips made my throat squeal.
(That's about as good as it gets)
That's what I did.
And I'll re-enter the ponytail.
Gently put your chin up in front of me and block my mouth.
And activate my monk (monk) fist,
My virtual extension shell, crafted by my chi, dives deep and deep into the deepest depths of the ponytail.
My virtual extension shell is not a substance. It had already reached the realm of the astral phantom (Astral Body), elaborated with care.
As a result, it may be easily reached to the true depths that cannot be reached by the substance body of the elf.
To too much stimulus, the ponytail is erupting with every blow, but this can't be helped. It's for healing, let's be patient.
And I adventured through the deepest part of the ponytail dungeon until I was satisfied, scraping the curse the elves had engraved on the wall until I ran out of gorills and traces.
(Ha, I felt like it)
Enjoying the ponytail, I'm on the couch.
When I scored the goal and had a major eruption at the bottom of the ocean, the lava pouring in must have triggered it, with both arms and thighs held down disappointingly.
To teenager classmates in uniform, underwater eruption without equipment. Moreover, with its reflective reaction, the sardine hold is activated.
Unless it's a gearless submarine eruption OK specification, it can't happen.
Again, I think. The other world is the best.