One of the three houses of the Wang capital, Jaanne.
A chic, laid-back shop with white marble and brick.
Both heavy oak doors at the entrance are polished out.
In a modest room on the ground floor, a puzzled blasted bottom sister stood still.
It wraps itself in a black cape.
"Hey, are you sure you want to do this?
Inside the cape, a bespoke costume.
It's not even as fashion, but she thought it was a lot of bizarre design.
"It's okay."
Concierge affirms in a confident manner.
"At first, I thought that was a bit, too. But as I listened, I began to rethink whether I had a taste for it."
Encourage a loud voice to explode bottom sister who is unable to dispel anxiety.
"What Lord Reaper wants is this for sure. I'm so sure now."
Explosion Bottom Sister nods small as she sighs.
"Okay, please. Do as you practice."
Even if you're not convinced, she's a pro. Besides, it's the number one superior store.
If you decide to do it, do it perfectly.
Exit the armoury and proceed to the door of the suite on the third floor.
And take a big, deep breath. The expression changed to professional.
Reapers are already waiting plenty, in the room. This is just as well.
(I'm coming, I)
Drop the cape you were wearing on the floor.
It was bondage fashion that showed up. Highleg, garter, corset.
A black skin and a black cloth wrap around the munchkin body while sparkling silver.
Moderately muscular, beautiful mippies like sports college girls.
Transformed from sister to queen, she kicked open the door with those legs.
"You're the one who's saying something disgusting about wanting me to kill you?
A skinny, tall cat tall man sitting on the couch in a hip bath towel.
Its complexion is bad, with three white eyes on its sprinkled cheeks. Besides, it's too thick under my eyes.
Respond to the scream of the Exploding Bottom Queen and turn your gaze to her.
I don't see any change in my expression. I left a creepy thin laugh hanging out.
(Are you sure this is okay? Do it this far and fail or something, I don't like it, I)
In a heartfelt hurry, the Exploding Bottom Queen leaps the soft whip in her hand into the universe.
"As you wish, I'll kill you!
A burst noise called Paan emanates from the floor, shivering the windowsill behind the curtain.
It was, at the same time, shaking the heart of the reaper.
"What are you laughing at! That's disgusting."
Strengthens the distortion in the mouth of the reaper. What that means is joy.
But in the eyes of the Exploding Bottom Queen, she looked like she was laughing coldly with her awake eyes.
(Give me a break, already)
Shameful and on the verge of panic, she wields a whip in doom.
"Ah!"
All of a sudden the Queen of Explosion Bottoms raises her voice with vegetables.
Because a whip I didn't intend to hit caught the reaper's shoulder.
(Sorry!)
But now I'm in the middle of playing. You can't stop being a queen.
I pretended I didn't notice and whipped the floor in front of me.
(What?)
Now I don't speak up.
A whip aimed at the floor tile in front as aimed, confident that it would never hit.
But it doesn't reach the floor and captures the reaper's shoulder again along the way.
(From yourself, here to hit?
Next or next.
Even if you take it off loud and shake it, you're gonna move your body and come pick it up.
(Why not!
Exploding Bottom Queen who becomes more intolerable to herself and throws away her whip.
A whip bouncing off the floor and falling into the back of the room. Reaper had an incredible look on his face, staring at it.
"What's that face? Are you even complaining?
With his mouth on, his exploding bottom sister's foot kicks the reaper's chest plate.
I took my heels off and took a step forward as I watched him fall back light.
"If you have something to say, go ahead."
And on the soles of his feet wrapped in tights, he steps on the face of the reaper and crushes it.
I was scared by the tranced look under my feet.
(Hissing)
They lick the earthwork and can pull it in reflexively.
Out of balance, back leg. What it stomped on was the locality of Reaper by chance.
At the same time, from beneath his feet, a voice of joy rises.
(stiff)
In her heart, the Exploding Bottom Queen groans.
The Sickle Death Size under the bath towel had significantly increased in length and hardness.
He is lifting his crawling body out of the bath towel to a large extent so that the seeds of the twist sprout.
That was the momentum of the Exploding Bottom Queen, who was likely to even support her weight.
(Seriously, is this what you like?
I suspected that the concierge was right.
But she had no idea what it was like to be a reaper.
(Whatever you want already. I'll go to the next step.)
Having checked the situation, the Exploding Bottom Queen moves as practiced.
There, why? I won't pinch the question.
Just weigh in and trample on it.
"You pervert!
To further increase the hardness, the Exploding Bottom Queen screams.
The line now is genuine.
In a motion that stomps out the burning fire, Reaper, trampled by the Great Sickle Death Size, leans his face in joy and continues to twist himself around.
The pain was transformed into sharp joy, paralyzing the cerebral cord.
"What if I do something about it?
From the vanity, the Exploding Bottom Queen drew a small chair.
Sit there, now pinch the sickle on both soles of your feet.
And I started scrubbing it up carefully.
(Isn't that right)
a sickle longer than her heel to toe.
While struggling with the shape of the bow, it is carefully stimulated.
(What?)
Suddenly Reaper shouts like a cat in his estrus.
One beat late and the sickle exploded. erupted on it, creating mud on his own belly.
(It's too soon! Are you sure it's that reaper?
On a wet scaffold, a stunning exploded bottom queen.
Who the hell would believe that, such as a world ranker can be fulfilled to this extent?
In the midst of more than halfway through, only the procedures and manuals practiced moved her.
(Sure, it should have been a punishment if I had taken the liberty)
And scream.
"Who said to let it out!
Use your toes cleverly and grip tightly.
"You're asking me who gave you permission? Answer!"
And furthermore, it applied force.
(What? Shh.)
A sickle of death that erupts once again into its painful stimulus.
With her back turned and her body bounced up, the Exploding Bottom Queen slips her legs into the mud and drops her ass off the chair to the floor.
What the hell?
I look at Reaper as I face the pain.
The look of him lying on his back and turning his back against the bow. From his face comes the danger, and a look of pure joy.
It reminded the Exploding Bottom Queen of the expression of the faithful praying in the Temple.
(Is this a pleasure?
Understand the mood of the Reaper and be stunned.
Afterwards, the Exploding Bottom Queen did the menus she was told to do while battling her own heart.
Two hours later.
In the understatement is the look of an explosive bottomed sister, completely depleted and lying on the table.
"Lord Reaper looks very satisfied. Hospitality is a great success."
Concierge admires and labors her.
But the exploding bottom sister just returns a raw reply with her thrust.
"You did all the menus, didn't you?
"I did it."
Answer with tired sigh.
The menu was conceived by Tauro as a work item to be done this time.
"Word blame, leg blame, whip on face riding, and finally a candle"
"You don't have to read it."
He doesn't seem to want to talk, but the concierge has to listen.
I want the customer's reaction for the future to be spoken while the memory immediately after play is clear.
Speak one item at a time and let your blast bottom sister reply.
"It's not in the same order. The next thing I know, I was a whip. I jumped in from myself, so I had no choice."
"Ho."
Take notes with interest.
There seems to be room for consideration in the order of play.
"How was your reaction to the candle?
As a concierge, I was most concerned.
It's only torture, such as dripping wax from a candle.
He could not have imagined that there were elements that would please him.
"Well, that's a big win."
"Big win?"
"It's hot - it burns - and I love it. And I've been giving you bick-n-bicks."
"... what"
"It's not much to give out, so this one came to me, and I blocked the exit with wax so I wouldn't answer."
Concierge has no voice with his mouth open.
"Then this time, please don't light it! Please don't light it! They say it with the kind of eyes you expect."
Explosion Bottom Your sister stays face-down on the table.
"I couldn't help it, so I stuck the spare candle core to my tip and did what I wanted."
"... So, what happened?
"Hot! Painful! Help! I started screaming, so I put out the fire and removed the wax cover. Then from the inside, follow me."
On the table, grime and move your head to the left and right.
"It's not sane to be so happy with that."
To the heart of the concierge who hears it, the shock runs.
(What a profound being is a person)
I continued this job for decades and even climbed up to the status of putting together a concierge in a superior store.
But the unknown is spreading before itself unchanged.
(The height is still out of my reach)
It is only about the sand grains of the coast, such as the knowledge I have gained.
Concierge whose heart trembles, thinking of the vastness of the sea.
There, the blast bottom. Your sister told him in a flat tone.
"I don't like this anymore. If you want to add to the store variations, let the other kids do it."
The concierge respects her opinions, while still twisting one.
"I don't think there's much physical strain."
Keep bullying, occasional reward. This play, basically, doesn't last.
"That's not the point. Come spiritually."
The exploding bottom sister didn't seem to like it.
(But)
Concierge thinks.
(If there are those who rejoice in pain, it is not strange that there are those who rejoice in giving)
If God created man in the world, wouldn't He prepare a pair of beings? That's what Concierge thinks.
(The One Who Wants and the One Who Gives)
If the two mesh well, people's culture will move on to one more thing.
(Now I may be at a turning point in cultural history)
Feel the course of history on its own, making it a zokri.
(Nevertheless, I didn't expect to come up with anything like this. Exactly talented)
I think of Tauro.
Will history, especially that of culture, be greatly influenced by one distinguished genius?
(His presence. This time alone, we have been going through the needles of history for decades)
And I live and interact in the same times as such a person.
(For future generations, at one end of cultural history, as one of the people who interacted with him, my name may be mentioned.)
Given its potential, a joy similar to that of inspiration arose deep in my heart.
Then there are some events that I would like to resolve.
"By the way, Mr. Tauro's ban on entry and exit. I think it's time to disarm it, don't you?
Pickle and the exploding bottom. Sister reacts, raising her face from the table where she was stuck for the first time.
"How come, suddenly, that story comes out?
The concierge tells us that this proposal belongs to Tauro.
"He asked Dr. Slime to help him find a solution."
Nodding concierge.
"Surely I can't think of anything other than Doctor Slime."
Oddly convinced, she sighs heavily.
"Kakaen is grateful. I want to return some of it somehow."
An explosion that keeps silent for a long time. Bottom sister. And slowly uttered words.
"Wouldn't that be nice? But it's easier to leave it to yourself."
Concierge does not reply.
The current ban on entry and exit is also a rejection of their nomination at their discretion.
No matter how much you cancel on the store side, if everyone refuses, nothing will change from now.
Guess that, Exploding Bottom Sister squeaks in the first place.
"I can take it if I can get him to drink a promise to prevent overdoing, just before the holidays."
The answer brightens the face of the concierge.
Soon after, however, the exploding bottom sister stabbed the nail.
"But to say you can take it is probably two or three, including me. Are you sure about that?
"Enough."
The concierge leaves the room to confirm the women's intentions.
If I can, I would also like to take the story of lifting the ban with me when I visit Tauro to report the results.
(First, why don't you ask her?)
Jaanne, the number one shadow.
And a woman who was the victim of a no-entry incident.
With that in mind, the concierge headed to the chick stand.