King's capital with spring and sunny weather.
Parasoled tables and chairs, placed in a number of central squares. I was watching the people going to the city on one of them.
"You're wearing thin."
The time is just about right for an afternoon of tea. Grab an iced tea glass, narrow your eyes, and I'll snap.
"It's a good season"
The answer was a slightly buzzy muscular young man sitting in the front. It is Cornell, who serves as a pilot in the Knights of the Kingdom.
I took the day off, so I'm hosting the Adult Gourmet Club for a long time.
The girls, who seem to be in their mid-teens, stare at each other.
I guess I'm going back to school. Together in a few people, they walk away laughing at each other.
"What are those clothes?
What bothered me was the clothes they were wearing. Some look like blazers, others like sailor clothes.
I only look like a high school girl in uniform, but this is a different world. School-specified cloaks on personal clothing should have been common.
Cornell opens his mouth when I ask him.
"It's a school uniform. There are more schools that employ them all at once."
The first women to start wearing them were women working in advanced whorehouses. That became a reputation, and they spread it.
(In this world, whorehouses have a high social status)
It's just like an idol, an actress's hair, clothes, or any trinket you have. I guess it will be the source of the epidemic.
"Nice."
Regardless of the sideline, one piece dominates on the chick stage. And when I was unhappy with it, I went around eagerly preaching the goodness of my uniform.
Thanks to the name value of "Doctor Slime," it was also hired in several stores. Perhaps that effort is bearing fruit.
(But that's not in my knowledge)
Attention is paid to the high school girls with white shirts and black skirts. The shades are plain, but there are deep slits on either side of the skirt.
It's clear if you stop, but when you walk out, your thighs peel out. I've never seen such a disturbing uniform in my previous life.
(As long as the seeds are sprinkled, new things will be created by people to go)
I feel people's limitless creativity and my heart trembles.
I've seen it in my previous life, a lot of uniforms. I'm not going to tell you that it's the best and the last thing.
That's just one of the processes. We should continue to change for the future, polished by the sensibilities of many.
(If it's a different world, it doesn't change what people do)
Meals, entertainment and clothing. There are people who are passionate day and night trying to make something a little better.
I think it's arrogant to ignore them and say 'what I know is the best'.
(Some preferences)
In my case, every time I walk too short, I get a slit in my lap or so rather than a skirt with my ass rounded out.
Slit skirts are better than rounded minis. I wonder if it suits my taste or not.
"They say a lot of students choose to go to school in uniform. It must also be because of the school's fast response."
Bitter Cornell. Fortunately, the pilot's uniform is popular, so they don't have a move to change it.
Often, we exchange words about slit skirts. It roughly matches, but it cracked at the end.
"It's a deep slit, but I can't see the side of my underwear. That's fine."
This is Cornell.
'Maybe you're not wearing it?' The point stirred the imagination, claiming it was irresistible.
"No, I think you should see me. Because I have a sense of accomplishment."
Me shaking my head from left to right.
I can't see. If it's critical, it's better to see a little. It was stopped in front of you, it would kill you alive.
While no agreement was reached, the topic shifted to the type of underwear. Cornell is a T-back OK Highleg, and I'm a Roleg bikini.
"It's not good to have more exposure."
I insist.
Sometimes blocking your gaze increases your nobility. In Japan, Misu is the curtain that hides your appearance.
White cloth draped in front of the main palace of the Ise Shrine. That would be the same use.
But Cornell doesn't want to shake his head vertically.
"Raise your exposure to the limit and say, 'Are you going to be okay getting that out?' And it's good to be harassed."
Sometimes I make my opinions fight. Approximately exhausted, Macho Man with arms and eyes closed.
"You can't explain it by mouth any more. We just have to show it in kind."
What is in the language is a strong will that does not even shake small. But with me, I don't flinch.
"Fine. Literally, I'll show it to your eyes."
We look at each other and nod at each other. I don't have to tell you, I've decided to go to the store.
"Uniform store. I'll have all my uniforms. Come on, you too, now, uniform, conquer!
Wang Du's only uniform store. An active high school girl who brought in her own uniform must be smiling and waiting.
Take a seat and head west from the parasol table.
The location of the store is slightly off in the pleasure district. For that reason, you have to walk quite a bit.
"I think it's a good store, but I wonder why it's inferior."
On the road to the store, there was a chat about me.
I think "active duty" is the best circumstance. Personally, I don't spare paying for an advanced whorehouse.
"Because the quality of service is not that high. Isn't that why?"
But in Cornell's tone, there is a breeze that I took for granted.
Indeed, the skills and mindsets of working women would be closer to amateurs than professionals.
(Though I like it there)
Me, the amateur smell is the one that's highly regarded. I don't think many of my brothers will snort at me.
But in the Wangdu Hanayu world, it seems to be a major attenuating factor. And that's not only what the customer thinks, even the store thinks.
(Is this also a cultural difference?)
While I was thinking about it, I arrived at the store.
The same idle colored signs and pop lettering signs. And the popularity of the building seems cheap.
"Long time no see, but you haven't changed"
To my thoughts, snort Cornell.
Busy Cornell deserves it, but I haven't been here lately either. This is why I was focusing on Teaching Light Patrol Sensei's Hundred Days.
If you want to mention something else, there are circumstances where you can't make a ponytail appointment.
The old lady, Old Lady, was renovating.
The person in charge of Ponytail is the exorcism of the warcraft in the country. Cornell is in the midst of gaining and nurturing practical experience.
Merchant Alliance Knights can't move, there must be more deployments. I guess I couldn't afford to put my face in a whorehouse.
(The old lady "Old Lady" is back, and you should be able to afford a ponytail)
A strong personality and a highly sensitive body that betrays it. It's a great combination.
I would like to taste that hot meat again.
"Do you have any slit skirt students?
Ponytails that don't come to the store unless you have an appointment. Because I know that, I don't ask chicks to look like classmates.
Change my mind, I look for the black and white uniform I saw at noon.
(There he is. That's a specialty shop)
Although I found it, I found a thin leg with black tights on the back of it. Move your eyes over one of the chicks.
Sitting is a luxurious girl with a big head, dressed in a pilot's school uniform. She is a junior in the sports club.
"Mr. Tauro, what's wrong?
You must have noticed my move. Cornell standing next to him follows him at the end of his gaze.
"... oh, that kid in the meantime"
They have facial knowledge.
That being said, he said he won the school's regular practice exam and took part in training for the Knights of the Kingdom.
The result was unfortunately non-recruitment, but I guess we met face-to-face there.
"I think it's going a good line, but what about the Knights?
Though young, Cornell is in a high position in the Knights of the Kingdom. For future advice, I'd like to hear your views.
Cornell whispers his hand in front of his mouth to my inquiry in a whisper.
"Magic power, magic manipulation, combat skills, none of them are bad. If you look at it there alone, it meets the recruitment criteria."
Nodding, listening.
"But I did it with night combat training. He panicked and stopped listening to his instructions."
I make a sinister look at that word. As someone who deals with the highest warrior knights of the human race, it would be a fatal drawback.
Breathe out small, and I'll tell Cornell.
"Even playing in a whorehouse is so. Blindfolding will quickly reach you."
Black Tights' weakness is the blocking of visual information. If you get attacked in the dark, you give in on a few round-trips.
If you tie a string over a blindfold and break in, it's a special blow.
Is there something I think? Cornell begins to think silently.
"What do you think, Mr. Tauro? Why don't you go to a separate room today?
The original plan was to nominate two slit skirt women and play four in the same room.
It is to show the correctness of each other's claims in their clothing and flesh. But it's not what I have to do today, either.
"I'd like to coach her for a moment. Honestly, it's a waste of time to keep it buried."
The Knights of the Kingdom currently lack pilots. You want to soak up Black Tights because you don't try to lower your hiring standards.
If it works, it's good for her and for the Knights.
"Okay. I'd like that girl, please."
I promised, I nominated a straight semi-long in uniform. Head to the counter with Cornell.
Black tights, who showed up following a high school girl in a white shirt black skirt, was nervous about bees when she saw Cornell.
"Ok, nice to meet you"
My voice is turned upside down and my right hand, saluting me, is trembling loudly. He still doesn't have the same influence as a fake instructor like me.
To that look, a high school girl with her eyes round. I held her shoulder and headed upstairs.
"Nice to meet you. That uniform is amazing."
Me to compliment first after I get into the playroom.
The straight semi-long laughs happily, scratching and frying her hair in a conceited pose.
I get a round of applause and then I repose a few times after that.
(I can't send a blatant glance all over the city, but here you can see it all you want)
Me sitting on a carpet with a soft drink delivered by an apprentice girl in one hand. A skirt with a deep slit moves right in front of you, which is a great view.
For a moment then, I saw the side part of my underwear at the top of the slit.
What is this?
Ask to stop and insert your finger in the slit. Turn gently as you go and see what you just saw.
"Bikini type shorts. Besides, you're the guy with the tie on the side."
High score. I know it wasn't meant to be, but it's poking at my weakness.
Laughing 'Carr' as he turned further, the straight semi-long held onto his skirt.
(Smile and shame. You know that)
I don't feel nervous like a serious battle, but this is fun.
So, the question arose.
"If it's a tie, why don't you hook it up with a slit once in a while?
High school girls in uniform affirm with a grin. According to the explanations that follow, the occasional hook is the point.
"When I'm shy to fix it, the gaze I gather feels good"
This is her word. Because of this, they demonstrated it.
(Whoa)
A high school girl who quickly raises one knee high in front of her. The slit opens wide and the inside of the other thigh enters the eye.
The next time I put my legs back, the knot hooked onto the brilliant slit.
Even with the legs back, the slit remains wide open at the top. As a result, she is sparingly exposed to the public with her white thighs.
"Oh, no more."
Fixed my skirt while blushing, staring at me gently. I missed my gaze and turned to the side.
(Excellent)
Adequate acting skills. At the end of the century, both the Daikon actresses in the whorehouse are cloud muddy. This has to play the chip.
Afterwards, I play by turning skirts, untying and tying sides. Naturally, I won't forget to hold my chest from the top of my shirt.
Unbuttoning the shirt, that's where the white bra is. This is also quite a high score.
(Slippery)
Slip your hands between bras and enjoy the touch.
(Today, why don't you go to the software?)
She can feel the joy of chiralism on the side of showing. Instead of gazing, I'll gently stimulate you with my palm.
It's been a long time since I had a massage.
(It seems so)
Do not deliberately touch the tip of the chest, but turn to burn.
It's not just the chest. When I pull one hand out of the bra, I rub it against my flank back, thighs.
I guess I just rejoice in my gaze and prefer gentle stimulation. Soon after, the high school girl started twisting herself.
(If it's more than an intermediate whorehouse here, it's coming out to fight back)
I would rather make my guests feel better than make them feel better. It would be a professionally necessary mindset.
But the uniformed high school girl in my arms is just drowning in the joy of receiving.
He's rubbing his ass at me multiple times hugging me from my back, and he's starting to overlap the word 'please'.
"I wonder what you're asking for?
Me with a nasty grin about what I found out.
Straight semi-long gets embarrassed, but that ass hasn't stopped moving.
I kept gently rubbing until you made it clear exactly what you wanted me to do.
"Yes, yes, okay. Hey."
A high school girl who becomes impatient and explains what 'please' is all about. Nodding, he leads his butt to bed.
When I crawl on all fours like that, I take off my clothes and stand on my knees behind my ass. I put my arms together and stopped moving.
"... Huh? What?"
These are high school girls' words. I wonder why he hasn't come in.
Turn around suspiciously and look me in the eye.
"If you want, you can do something for yourself."
Between a few beats, she understood. Reddishing his face and shouting in an angry tone.
"Oh no! Are you serious?"
I mean it, too, I'm very serious.
The straight semi-long who gave up on my determination turns up a skirt with a slit himself. Then he untied one of the bikinis and pressed his ass hard as he guided him with one hand.
"... from here on out?
Asked, I snort slowly.
After a big sigh, the semi-long high school girl in uniform turns forward. And as he crawled on all fours, he began to shake his body back and forth.
(It's a different flavor than having you on top)
The drain on the female side of her health would be much greater in "Crawling on all fours moving from herself". Not a playstyle you can do more than once, but that's why it's fresh.
(Whispers)
From time to time, between my ass and my lower abdomen, I put my fist in.
Naturally, it gets in the way, and the intrusion into your ass gets shallow.
"Oh, don't be mean."
A mixed voice of complaints and cruelty makes my ears feel good.
In myself, I guess I went on to the next stage. Uniform high school girls start twisting their asses like twisting rather than just moving back and forth.
Its appearance causes my eyes to narrow unexpectedly.
(If you don't deflect the point, don't end it)
Activates the Demon Eye and keeps it alive without killing it.
My ass approaching to hit the point and me pulling my hips at the right time. Finally, Semi-Long's straight couldn't stand it, and he looked back with his angry voice.
"Come on, man!
Shortly afterwards, he jumps at me and starts waving his ass hard across. The act of ignoring the convenience of the guests and making their own desires would be rape itself.
I'm guessing this area means a junior whorehouse.
But I have no intention of complaining at all.
"Active high school girl in uniform, attacked and offended"
That is definitely because it is a difficult experience.
"I won't forgive you. Ah!
Up and down, a high school girl who can take her own wishes while blaming me for both mouths.
He groans loudly at his face, letting go of his body and exhales loudly. But my counterattack starts here.
"Not this one yet, so nice to meet you."
Push down on your back, re-enter from the front. Resist just right after, but after using up your power, you won't be able to stop the Thirty Way Man.
I can't wait to give you what you wanted earlier, whatever you want.
"Wait a minute! Break! Limits!
Answer her pushing my chest plate diligently, in a tone of relief.
"I won't forgive you."
A great transformation from the offended side to the attacking side.
Thus I enjoyed the high school girl in the slit skirt.
"Uniform store. I'll have all my uniforms. Come on, you too, now, uniform, conquer! 'from, not so far away.
In the rooftop gardens of some three-story buildings there, the imobes and dangouts had a conversation.
"You made it look good."
"You want to see it."
A garden forest with a new face called a torsional angle (capricorn) in addition to the increased magic that arrives from the ground vein.
He wanted to brag to someone because of all the enrichment he had come.
"But who do you want?
"Who shall I be?"
The two who are spiritual beasts don't care much about their species. But the absolute number of people I knew was low.
Often troubled, the two come to think of the presence of their subordinates.
"Yu Niko!
'That's right! I was in the boil. "
The Dying Regiment, headed by two lords. The first food (unicorn) is the Phantom of the organization.
We are in the position of 'deputy chiefs' and 'generals' respectively, so you can call it subordination.
Let's talk about it when the Lord returns. They were two people who snorted at each other.