Mass cafeteria near the central square of Wangdu.
At a table in the corner, three men were talking to each other as they picked up a meal.
They are adventurers and tame this store. Since there were originally four of us, there was now a situation where there was not enough one.
"Again, that's crazy"
A reluctant old man, a leader, squeezes out his voice by making his expression even more reluctant.
The problem is with the avant-garde old man who's not here. I've been stuck in a whorehouse lately and stopped coming to work.
"Raising the fever on a woman has happened before. But this is an anomaly."
Liquor-baked skinny old man roars with thin arms.
A while back, they headed south of Awok on a Merchant Guild job.
After all, it was only a wait and a shoulder blush, but I get a minimal asking fee.
"Something's not refreshing, like this. Do you feel a little refreshed?"
It was incomplete burning. They stopped at Elsaille, an advanced whorehouse in Awok, except for one.
"Destiny Meets"
That's what the avant-garde old man said back in the lobby after playing.
Since then, I have regularly gone to Awok to force myself to create free time.
"At last, when he pays his annual contribution, too?
"No, you just break hearts when you work in an advanced whorehouse. From now on, prepare for the solace party."
In the beginning, they shrugged their shoulders and watched as they slapped a light mouth.
"Cool it right away"
Because that's what I was thinking.
But this time it's a long time. As a team, I just couldn't overlook it.
"Hey Vince, what do you think?
To the youngest member, the leader speaks up.
The magician, called Vince, stopped the sausage stab fork and turned his confused face.
"I don't care what they say"
I joined the team very recently. I don't even know so much about the old man on Awok Street.
They didn't know what they were looking for.
"You're in a whorehouse, too, aren't you?
(Ugh!)
Unexpected allegations clog my voice.
Same as the old man on Awok Street. It was heartfelt to be seen that way, but I can't explain what makes me different myself.
"... if you're not bothering everyone, why not?"
"This is how you talk to me because you're annoyed."
A skinny old man from a liquor burn told him like he was frightened and kept going.
"Anyway, something's wrong. You know what I think you're going to get, whatever you want?
Vince looking in his head.
(I don't care if they say that, if someone like Mr. Twinthe or Mr. Mini Twin, they'll have to go through it.)
A member's gaze piercing the skin, even while you're thinking about it.
You should make fun of anything. Having so decided, Vince recalls a pillow talk with Twinthe.
(I have been served ecstasy. That's what you said. I'm sure he was going to captivate her with drugs)
When I heard the story, my vision was so red with anger.
It was already settled, so I calmed down immediately.
"Previously, a woman in a whorehouse used ecstasy on a customer. If things are too different, could it be drugs?"
Well, members of the facial expressions.
The ecstasy incident at the whorehouse about six months ago was vivid in their memory.
The opposite is true for customers and women, but it's worth a thought. Enough to make you think so.
"Medicine. We need to make sure."
Surprisingly assertive, Vince's thought. As soon as the old man from Awok Street returned, he was supposed to sneak up on it.
And the next day, their team's workplace.
It's where your gear and potions as an adventurer and all those sets are kept.
An old man on Awok Street who appeared slightly late there, looking somewhat fluffy.
"Whoa!
Suddenly, from behind, a leader wearing F-ranked cures for abnormal conditions.
When he saw it, Vince turned his eyes round.
(Didn't we talk about sneaking around?
Naturally, the old man on Awok Street makes a surprise noise.
"Leader? What are you doing!
The leader's sinister old man, he doesn't give a shit.
"Are we going to Awok again next week?
"You bet!
I distorted one side of my face to that answer, and now I pour down the E-rank.
"What do you say? You still going?
"What are you talking about? It's too bad to be a joke! Come on, or I'll be pissed!
The face of the sinister old man was full of bitterness in the unchanged appearance of the old man on Awok Street.
Then point to Vince in front of the potion shelf with his jaw and tell him out loud.
"Bring the D-rank!
(What?)
I'm surprised by that word.
Speaking of D, the highest rank in commercially available products. I thought I'd keep it for work.
You must have read the feelings, the reluctant old man overlaps the words.
"It's junk, so don't hesitate. It can't be used in the field anyway."
If you look closely, there is no label on the bottle that indicates the workshop. In addition, there was no pre-appraised seal.
The potion is the last resort when a warcraft strikes you or hangs you in a trap. Certainly not something I can take with me because I'm afraid, such as unmarked.
"The potion I used to practice mushrooms, the rest of it"
Listen to the supplement, nod.
Speaking of which, he said how to cook poison mushrooms, he taught them that for a fee or something.
What a favorite thing to do in the world.
"Please let me go!
An old man on Awok Street who doesn't understand the translation and continues to resist. Only the avant-garde is powerful.
I guess the limit is close, the sinister old man and the liquor-baked skinny old man screamed again in a hurry.
"Hurry up!
The two of you prompt me to shake the D-rank state abnormality recovery pills out of the cabinet.
The effect was dramatic. An old man on Awok Street who stiffens his body, opens his mouth and stares into the void.
……
More than a dozen seconds flow as we all sip and watch.
The old man on Awok Street restarted while putting a stout look on his face.
"... that?
What leaked out of my mouth was an unconfidential voice.
The reluctant old man gazes firmly from the front and inquires.
"Do you want to go to Awok?
"... no, not so much"
A reluctant old man looking back, smiling and thumbing up. Vince doesn't know how to give it back and smiles halfway.
Soon afterwards, to the old man on Awok Street, everyone's inquiry into the circumstances began.
"I don't know why I put you in there, but I don't know why."
A fat father answering a member's question with a look like a possession has fallen.
I seem to be aware that I spent quite a bit of money and annoyed everyone, making me shrink.
The leader's sinister old man roared with his hand against his chin.
(This is a drug hit)
Previous ecstasy disturbances developed into quite a major incident.
(If that's the case, move the place from Wang Capital to the local city, and it's still going on)
It's not something I can overlook very much.
A sinister old man who swallows a knob and throats.
"We're going to the guard's quarters. You come with me and testify."
They surrounded the old man on Awok Street and all went outside.
Around that time, one guest was visiting a whorehouse in Wangdu.
The name of the store is Jaanne. It is a super luxury whorehouse built along the boulevard of the pleasure district.
"No, that's the king's capital, Mitsuya. I had a great time the other day."
What you mouth like that in the reception room is a skinny middle-aged man with a big, curved mouth. A professor at the Royal School of Magic, he is one of the best pharmacists in the country.
"Thank you for your excessive words"
Concierge sitting face to face and bowing his head. I guess it's not a social dictionary, its angle was deeper than usual and the time it was lowering was longer than usual.
(Did Mr. Termano have any good eyes? Helpful)
The concierge soaks up a cold sweat in his heart.
Termano's play, which could be described as an accident, has begun. It was a woman who eats her first things as she desires.
She's, in a way, like a dice. The result can be shaken greatly from one to six.
"So I'm going to talk to you, and I was wondering if you could wish for her again."
By the way, keep it quiet, Termano.
Seeing the appearance, Concierge noticed a new problem.
(The light emitted when the first thing is lost is only once in life. That's why she doesn't love it)
And Termano, he's already finished his shine.
She speaks of her lifelong living expenses as if she had already earned them. I only keep my home in the store because it's convenient for hunting.
(If you ask, you'll shake your head vertically once. But Master Termano is like your obsession, you must want it in the future)
Close your eyes, wrinkle between your eyebrows and think.
The concierge told Termano, looking with anticipation.
"Actually, she, the divine match of commerce in the Holy Capital earlier, is its winner. For this reason, there were some difficult circumstances in the rematch."
Both eyes of Termano, the mouth leaning toward it opens wide.
The god of commerce presides over spring trading. The divine match in the Holy Capital, home to its main hall, is special among a number of Class A competitions.
Even the top godchildren in this store remain semi-finalists after a struggle.
"... No, I didn't know you cared that much. Excuse me for not knowing."
A curved, mouthed middle-aged man with his hands on both knees and his head dripping.
"For myself, the store prepared the winners of the four Grand Slams"
There will be no further special treatment.
Termano is ashamed of his casual offer while at the same time remembering his deep satisfaction. Because I realized it was too demanding.
Concierge to make a suggestion while relieving me of giving up.
"But we are also Mitsuya, even though it is the last seat. We are confident in the quality and variety of our players. Why don't we recommend someone else?"
Confirm the nodding termano and continue the words.
"If you don't mind, let us know your preferred play"
For a moment, a termano with a puzzled look on his face. But when I exhaled one breath, I leaked the words out of my crooked mouth.
"Can't we reach where we want without the right information? Naturally."
As a potion researcher, I guess I had something to think about. When I look around in the reception room, where there are only two of us, I ride out and whisper out.
"... I see, I understand."
I often ask for explanations.
I like to be aggressive with women who feel cold. Concierge understood that as such.
(Well, then who will it be)
Shortly after graduating from his first object, his fighting power is still at its bottom. Based on such termano information, I turn the thick drawings in my head and go.
On one page, the pitch stopped.
(How's she doing? It's not like it's cold, but the direction is close)
The atmosphere is scary at first glance and the play is aggressive. Now it's a condition.
And whatever it is, I suggest you take care of it. It will lead a middle-aged man who has just graduated and peeled off without hurting him.
(Dear College Director, it should also be a common topic)
With absolute confidence, the concierge gave his name.
The time is then more than a dozen minutes later, the place moves from the reception room to the upstairs playroom.
Termano sitting on the couch in his personal clothes. He looked up at the royal woman before and was not less frightened.
(It feels more violent than cold)
Wild shortcut, boyish vibe. She looks like a uniform miniskirt and has no smile on her face.
Ever since I've been in the room with you, I've been staring down at myself with a glaring gaze. In the meantime, there was no conversation in particular.
"Hmm."
I couldn't bear to look down at me, and she snorts like a fool.
On one knee flicking down the hem of the miniskirt, he now looked up to intimidate me.
(Scary)
That's the honest feeling.
Eyebrows bent in eight letters and a half-opened mouth. He jumps his gaze from below like he sells fights.
I have not had the resistance of this hand to myself who have lived between the college and the workshop. My body trembled unconsciously.
"... well, I'm the one who deserves it"
The violent woman who sees it breaks her expression and speaks to herself.
loose mouth and some lowered eyeballs. That looked like a happy or even satisfied face.
"Hey, you. You're not used to women, are you?
I'm starred and my heart rate jumps. The violent woman further unbuttoned her collar laughing at Niyanya and opened her leg slightly on one knee.
"You scared me, my gaze is going back and forth here from now on. Huh?
The valley peeking through the gaps in the shirt and the back slightly visible from the miniskirt. Apart from fear, my eyes really go there.
They were completely torn apart.
"You can't be evil. Anyway, I'm the one in front of you."
I can't help it, a violent woman standing up and turning her back repeatedly. Keep it on my lap, drop my ass.
(Wow)
Weight for one woman, suddenly added. I'm surprised by that, but I don't have the bare hands to care about a violent woman.
"It's best to get used to it. Rub as much as you like."
Turn only your neck and look at this one, with your hands on your own hips and your chest stretched.
Surprised that nothing could be done, he distorted his face to blackmail him.
"Oh? You're not happy with mine, huh?
Nothing like that at all. I reach out from my fearful armpit. And on the rich double hills, he put his palm from the top of his shirt.
While being nodded with his jaw, he starts rubbing. Reluctantly at first, but gradually open and close your hands as you like.
"Knock."
occasional leaking, overwhelming exhalation. Plus, I'm excited.
(Never in my life have I been so free to keep rubbing)
There was caution that 'I'm overpowered', or 'Don't hesitate, you can be strong'. But that's not enough to bind my actions.
Follow the words, but forget me and move your hands.
"You're still early!
Reaching his right hand to his thigh, he was swept and awesome.
Pull your hands in haste and return to your chest.
(Hmm?)
And then, how long has it been? The violent woman leaned on me and came to keep her weight.
It must be because of the jaw up, the head in front of me, now beside me. If I had just glanced at my thighs, my legs, which had been closed until earlier, were just a little open.
(What about now)
Right hand stretching to the fearful thigh. There is no sign of anger.
I let myself slip into the back of my skirt.
"Huh!
With a glossy voice, a violent woman who strengthens her spine. What I felt on my finger belly from above my underwear was definitely a tropical atmosphere.
(Almost)
Behind the rainforest. The moment I tried to get my middle finger to step into that exploration. He grabbed my right wrist.
"Sounds familiar to me. You can go to the next stage."
Tidy cheeks, hot eyes. Although violent, it has a luster like a female warrior.
Violent woman standing up in a whirlpool, looking back at me or something, dragging my pants down.
And he exposed my wizard's wand to the atmosphere.
"You're not the only one who's crooked."
Violent woman looking at shiatsu and wand. Start discussing with your fingers.
"You're right-handed on this song, aren't you? Besides, I use it quite a bit myself."
That's right, pros, the speculation derived from the observation is accurate. To me looking down with the thought of a fire, the violent woman calls out.
"Confidence, this form can be quite a weapon. And it's a pretty good size."
If it wasn't for me, I'd probably be tough on them. The voice was gentle from a violent woman.
When the violent woman climbs to bed, she sleeps on her back with her clothes on and opens her mouth as she invites me.
"From where you take it off to the end, do what you want. Just go through it once, it's totally different."
So far I've been told, and I've noticed my own mistakes.
Violent women are abusive words and deeds, but they don't do whatever they want. Knowing I'm not used to it, it's leading me to experience.
"I'll take it off. I'll take it off. It's important that you do what you want."
Same tone, but if we change the way we look at this one, we'll have a different impression.
It felt like she was a teacher, no senior to me right now.
(Thank you, seniors)
I climb into bed, crushing my gratitude to my heart. And he reached out to the button on his senior shirt, trembling.
Then an hour later, the senior and I are lying on the same pillow.
"Pass. That wasn't bad."
Says the senior, touching his nose tip.
"It's a gift of stern instruction from a scared senior."
To my words to return, the seniors widened their eyes a little.
"Scary, huh? Well, shiny."
Seniors rubbing under their noses with their index fingers so as to hide their lightning laughter. The term 'senior' has no particular reaction.
Perhaps, but there are things to be said from besides me.
"May I ask you again?"
The senior snorts as he hides his full smile. He's pretty happy to be treated as a superior.
As far as I'm concerned, it seems natural.
"Fine, I can't count on you yet. I'll hang out with you till you can make me scream with that crook."
This is how I became a regular with Jaanne.