A pleasant neighborhood in Wangdu.
One young man was returning in front of Jaanne.
Jayanne is regarded as a superior whorehouse amongst many of the King's Capitals in which the whorehouses are aligned.
(All right, we're going in. into the store)
The red-haired, Knoppo youth made several round-trips with that in mind.
I left school and got a job, more than six months later.
And the other day, for the first time in my life, I got a bonus.
Somewhat less than half the monthly salary.
That income was gratifying for him, who was by no means a large amount, but whose monthly income and expenditure had come at almost plus or minus zero.
But he had come here with the intention of putting all that precious surplus money into it.
My colleague told me that there was a very nice woman here.
Today is the day we graduate.
Yes, Knoppo, you were the first.
How many patrols would that have been? But you, Noppo, finally broke the stray and pushed open the door around the store.
(This is the..., whorehouse)
The sight beyond the door stuffs my breath.
In the back of the front, the chicks who knew only knowledge. And on my left, there was a sideline that I was only listening to.
(Awesome...)
Knoppo, you're speechless.
Beauties I've never seen before sit sloppily in the sideline.
I can't look at that outfit, which is flashy and exposed, and the glow of a woman.
"Welcome"
A concierge that gives you a sense of character when you do it, speaks up.
Knoppo, you are upset that you have been called.
Concierge politely ignores it and has your next word, Knoppo.
"Ah... that! Mr. Twinthe, please!
I said it all at once with courage, that word.
But the concierge gave him a look of sincere regret.
"I'm so sorry. I have an appointment with Twinthe right now."
Knoppo, the courage you put out is empty and your head is white.
I wasn't expecting an appointment.
"So when will it be okay?"
I was going to wait a little bit.
Concierge gives the same look to the inquiry as he did earlier.
"Today, we have all been booked"
If it was after tomorrow, I don't know. My head turned completely white to the words.
I never expected it to be all filled with reservations.
Starting tomorrow, I have to go back to work. I don't know when I'll be working overtime.
Scheduling appointments was difficult for you, Noppo, the newcomer.
(Can you keep going home!
Knoppo thinks.
I have prepared the money, bathed and become familiar.
Above all, my heart is anxious to graduate today.
I'll never be able to postpone it until next week.
There was a proposal from the concierge.
"I apologize for not being able to respond to your nomination for Twinthe"
In a polite tone, keep the words coming.
"So, what can I say instead, let me deal with you on the sideline,"
Sideline!
Knoppo, jump up in your heart.
Sidelines are expensive. I should have done at least 1.5 times the chick bed.
With the money I have now, it's definitely not enough.
"Of course, the amount is fine, just like the chicks"
Knoppo, take control of you, I'll say it first.
However, he adds:
"We can't nominate who will be on the sideline. Let me choose here."
Knoppo, the words of the concierge revolve around your head.
(I can't choose, but the sideline, normally I can't, it's too expensive, but now it's the same as the chicks)
"This is our proud sideline. We are absolutely confident in the quality"
A push by the concierge pushed away "anxiety about not being able to choose".
"So, so, please"
And Knoppo, guided by the concierge, headed to the reception.
Jaanne upstairs, private room.
"Oh, uh, nice to meet you"
Knoppo says hello to the woman in front of you.
Normally the opposite is true.
A woman greets him more as a guest.
But I accidentally greeted the woman from you. [M]
(This is the... sideline)
Completely, under pressure.
On the bed, for some reason, the woman sitting on the front seat emits a Rin atmosphere.
The spine stretches firmly and its appearance is like a living flower decorated between the floors.
"Welcome, please."
A woman with three fingers and a deep bow.
The behavior is so beautiful. It looks like the nerves are going all the way to the corners of your fingertips.
Knoppo, you see the nagging of a woman who bowed down and swallows her sagging and spitting. A slightly sweet, then refreshing fragrance emerges.
I'm going to be with this woman.
The woman in front of you is beautiful.
Even if you look at it from a sitting position, you can ask how good the style is.
Besides, the stiff beauty brought about by a crisp standing like the daughter of a martial family.
It made me realize that if the word "high ridge flower," appeared in front of me with my flesh, it would be like this.
Knoppo, your heartbeat doesn't fit at all.
If I had measured my blood pressure now, I would have gotten a lot of numbers.
The woman who woke up slowly laughed slightly when she saw how you were doing, Knoppo.
(Ugh!)
Knoppo, something resembles fear runs through your spine.
That's because it was a cold laugh.
Conscious or not, I don't know.
But the neat but lackluster face, the smile floating on it, made me feel cold.
"Now if you'll excuse me."
She leaned over on her knees and put her hands on your clothes, Knoppo. I guess I'm going to take it off.
Cold hands touch the skin and it freaks me out.
The woman looked like she laughed again at the look of it.
That was a cold smile, Mr. Knoppo. In that mind, the sense of loss sprang up mucky.
(Fuck yeah! You fool!)
Though there is no experience and track record, there is pride as a man.
I came here for the money I worked for.
I can't stay, such as being laughed at.
(I'll make you say it)
That's what I thought, reached for her chest and rubbed it abusively.
Knoppo, you are the first. I have the knowledge I've learned by ear, but I don't have any real combat experience.
One or the woman in front of you, so-called Mr. Cool, is different.
Men in the Wang capital who train their bodies and hone their moves for the sole purpose of winning battles with women.
A woman who has fought more than one another against such hobbyists.
Jaanne, they say number one, blast bottom sister. Though it doesn't extend to her assault and defense, it's no less than winning overall combat.
It is also the corner of Jayanne's highest power (Special Elita), including the Exploding Bottom Sister and Teaching Light Patrol Sensei.
Normally, I wouldn't have been able to move one of her eyebrows no matter what I did in Sacramento or something that started to tint.
(Is it working?!
But Mr. Cool reacted.
It's not a big reaction.
But Knoppo, in your rambling behavior, the frown seemed to contain a lot of sweet ingredients.
(I can go!)
Be aggressive at once to unexpected positive reactions.
Shake off her hand hung on her own clothes and push her down.
Then grab the rich breasts with both hands and rub them together.
I can't afford to think about him.
All I have is to enjoy the feel of my hands.
If she was a woman, she would have raised her voice to pain.
But don't insult me. Mr. Cool is never a woman.
If he leaks his voice, he bites his lips off.
(It's working! It works!)
There's blood on your head, Knoppo. But I noticed.
That's not how you stand the pain.
Mr. Cool's cheeks are reddish and his body temperature is rising. The coolness of the hand I felt earlier is no longer there.
Peel the front matching clothes to the left and right and expose the contents.
(This!
First time I see it up close, two, big, white slimes.
The slime, each on his head, had a tiny crown on it.
(To the habit of slime, the crown is so busy)
Knoppo, pinch the crown with both fingers. And just trying to take it away, I pulled it gleefully.
That's right, Mr. Cool, too, raises his voice without a voice and glances out loud.
(I'm amazing!
Wrong Knoppo, you scream in your heart.
Mr. Cool today, by the way, is a specially designed car. If all the women in the world think they're like Mr. Cool, it's a big deal.
But you don't know that, Knoppo.
The only woman for him is, so far, Mr. Cool, who he's laying together.
(Whoa! Whoa!)
Fly Decopin continuously.
Every time Mr. Cool jumps under his body.
It's hard not to be shaken down.
"That's enough."
Nothing, not because I checked Mr. Cool's condition.
I just said that because I wanted to come in.
Press and spread your legs and look. For the first time in my life.
I don't have a voice.
rampantly, sticking his middle finger in.
Mr. Cool jumps, but ignores it to make sure his fingers feel.
(Wow...)
I couldn't stand it anymore.
Take off the bottom and try to break in all at once.
Bad angle, shifts down, but I can't afford to notice that or experience it.
(Damn it! Holy shit!
In a hurry to get in, Knoppo keeps knocking at the gate, which is self-absorbed and tightly closed.
Suddenly and fiercely he begins to resist, holding Mr. Cool down with force.
(I'm in!
And finally fulfill the memorial.
Mr. Cool suddenly stopped resisting.
(Shit, I can't do this anymore)
Too sweet a sensation, it seems to have melted from the chest down.
I don't think I can do it once, too soon, myself.
But it wasn't something I could stand.
(Ahhh!
Knoppo, in Mr. Cool, unleashes himself.
Too soon pity, embarrassment, was on the verge of filling my mind, it woke up.
Mr. Cool cramped heavily, screaming.
Knoppo, you can't breathe under the pressure of being separated.
(Awesome! I'm amazing!
Beneath me, Mr. Cool, who distorts and bores his face.
There, when I first greeted him, I saw no fine dust in the atmosphere of Rin.
Fiercely, feelings of confidence and self-affirmation overflow.
I made it, this result.
Sideline of a first-rate whorehouse.
The finest beauty was making fun of herself at first.
But how about that? Now they're laying me down and cramping me up.
I made this up.
My first self.
You, Knoppo, get separated at last and take a nap on the bed.
Mr. Cool is slightly cramped, lying down.
Seeing how it went, Knoppo, your reloading was completed immediately.
Want a rematch, get close to Mr. Cool.
But Mr. Cool doesn't seem to be able to afford that.
Back hand, jizzy back over the bed.
That figure lit up Noppo's aggressive impulse.
The impulse leaves with a mouthful.
"Don't you think you can forgive me?
Having heard the words, Mr. Cool looked down after a hazy look.
Are you frightened, your shoulders are shaking?
But such a thing can only fuel you now, Knoppo.
It strikes all at once, releasing a poke from the front eye.
Mr. Cool's crazy screams rang all the way down the hall.
Two hours later, the sophisticated woman enters the employee's office.
There, a person in a mask sat calmly on the couch.
A golden mask with a long stretch under his nose and a slightly lowered look.
Look at that, the woman calls out.
"Mr. Tauro, no, chief doctor slime. Did you want it here?"
The masked man nods.
"When they found out I was coming to the store, there seemed to be a lot of problems, so I waited here."
He's wearing a mask, too, to hide who he is.
But does it work by wearing a mask that looks very similar to the person?
I thought so, but she doesn't talk.
"So, how was it?
The masked man asks with anticipation.
You want to know quickly what the evaluation of your work looks like.
"... it was great"
A woman who answered that with a hot exhale.
Reminds me of what happened earlier and moisturizes my eyes and others.
"Tell me more, will you?
The masked man embarked on himself.
"... I see, I see"
The masked man who learns the details of the matter from the woman is in a good mood.
I guess it turned out satisfactorily.
"All of a sudden, the first thing treated me abusively, how was it?
"It was nice. It's the only moment in my life that gives me a taste of beginnings and roughness at the same time"
To the woman's words, Hmm.
"After all, he hasn't graduated, has he? Are you glad you didn't become your first woman?
I laugh lightly at that question.
"Soon, I think the time will come to know. That's when I remembered today. What would he think?
It is much more memorable than a first time woman, etc.
That's what I said, and I laughed.
It's unusual for her not to change her expression much.
"Plus, surprise and joy when you suddenly break into something different. I don't want to explain this."
The masked man nods deeply.
Sure, you wouldn't understand it if it was explained.
"The next time, the next time, and the next time, you stay wrong. If I told you, you wouldn't enjoy it."
Thanks, for the first time, I can attack another place without knowing it. He really liked the situation.
Jesus, the masked man exhaled decided not to talk about graduation.
"Nevertheless, you surprised me. Don't you think you can forgive me? ', was it? I don't suppose that's the line the first thing tells you."
On that word, a woman with a gloomy look on her face.
"... yes. Honestly, words alone seemed to do something about it. At that time, I was desperate to bear it."
Suddenly around her, a thick pheromone drifts out.
I guessed it and said it like a masked man panicked.
"Take it easy. I don't know if the first thing's coming yet, right? Power should be put down for the time being"
The concierge said so.
At a time when a bonus is paid, the first item may come to a luxury store.
The concierge then discerns the first object with his eyesight and turns it to her.
Returning to me, she nods with a full look of anticipation.
"Good luck, then. It's the first unicorn."
The woman, called the first food eater (unicorn), corrects her expression and posture and replies.
"Ha! Dying Legion Leader Doctor Slime, loyalty to you!
That's what I say, the Dying Regiment pose and do the shutout.
There, no patrol, no shame.
She wanted so much that she could burn herself, she got what she didn't get, it.
At the price of that, there's nothing like such a shroud or a pose.
She can be happy now.
She was also a hobbyist.
I'll take Jayanne out the back door and take the mask off.
And I feel satisfied that I was able to make one woman happy.
But I'm not doing anything big enough to be thankful.
In fact, the only modification I gave Mr. Cool was, 'If it were poured into the first thing, I'd finish it', that's all.
Performances such as' If not poured, do not finish 'or' When finishing, remember great joy ', etc. have not been added.
I wrote a lot of ideas in my notebook that became popular with the first person, and I made suggestions.
But there was little need for modification to make it happen.
(Mr. Cool is too talented)
I think so.
From the first object, there was defense and endurance that could withstand spare time, even when handled in a violent and cluttered manner.
This is what Twinthe doesn't have.
Moreover, Mr. Cool had from the outset a converter to convert it into joy when treated abusively from the first object.
It is the reason why I have regarded it as too talented.
Sensitivity, too. You don't have to raise it artificially, but if the opponent is the first, you go up on your own without knowing the ceiling. It's so frightening.
(You really like the first thing)
I wonder how thoughtful you are to come to my place and talk to me.
Her thoughts on the first thing are so profound and sincere.
So, I guess.
(Earlier Redhead Knoppo, as a man, didn't you get warped?
The first experience was too exciting.
There is also overestimation of myself. Otherwise, such a proud line will not come out of your mouth.
Mr. Cool seemed very pleased.
Besides, I haven't actually graduated my first product. The place he broke in and let go is somewhere else.
Look, I was the leader of the Dying Regiment, Doctor Slime.
One snorts.
Mr. Cool was also the villain Phantom, the first food eater (unicorn).
Distorting one man in the world is also a job when it comes to work.
(One of these days, I might be fighting Teaching Light Patrol or Exploding Bottom Sister, who showed up as a righteous ally)
I imagined such a near-future and followed my way home with a nibble.