From the central square of Wangdu, a pleasant neighborhood stretches west. The streets and shops are full of light and overwhelm the stars in the night sky.
In the lobby of a certain junior whorehouse, a lean middle-aged man sat on the couch, sighing with a sinister look.
(Thought I'd change my mind, but you couldn't take my place)
It doesn't just look boring because it's right after play. I sigh loudly and shake my head to the left and right, which shows that I haven't refreshed at all.
(... I thought it was a good idea)
He's a wind cloud child in the industry who rewinds his thoughts and puts on his face. I am a businessman in the Hanayagi world who cares about "quality women to your advantage at an affordable price".
There are a lot of problems during the experimental phase in the "turning chick beds" that I came up with recently. I had to stop it.
(Sit a large number of women on a cone-shaped chick stand and slowly turn the chick stand itself)
The area facing the back rest room is not visible from the customer, but it moves immediately to the customer's side, so there is no problem. It would essentially double the number of seats.
"Even in a small space, lots of women can show their faces"
Now I aimed to reduce the fixed cost of location, but the mechanism to move was unexpectedly high. But without hesitation, we gathered the women of our employees and experimented in the workshop where we asked them to make it.
"Owner, I can't do this."
But then again, there was a woman who got drunk and felt sick.
In disillusionment, he takes the women back to the store. And he took himself to a newly opened whorehouse run by another person to calm his feelings.
(... but this store has no personality or fun. Not for long.)
A lean, tired, middle-aged man who turns a glass of iced tea in his hand and squeals ice. I took a sip and put it back on the table, and the next speaker reaches my ear.
He doesn't hear the details, but he seems to be a dissatisfied customer just like himself.
(... here's one, do you want to listen)
I've been worried about a lot of things, and I decided to speak up.
"Excuse me. I'd like to talk to you for a second."
I was having a conversation with a big young man with a little muscle and a man who doesn't even seem to be thirty ways.
The two were mildly surprised, but soon accepted with a smile. It would be because it is a social place where gentlemen gather.
Thirty men speak with enthusiasm.
"This store simply put on trendy clothes"
"Sailors" and "blazers" have recently become common in schools. This shop makes it a chick's uniform.
(Sure, the only difference with other whorehouses was clothes)
I was disappointed because I expected more than that.
"Student clothing is a prop to make a whorehouse think of as a school. I don't think wearing mature, adult, fragrant women can be of any value to me."
To the words of a thirty man who doesn't even, a macho, loving looking young man who opines, 'That's it, it's a good thing'.
But I am in favor of the Thirty Ways that are not even. If a uniform has a 'theme', it would be the King's Road to take advantage of it.
"Based on what I'm saying, if there's a 'I want to go to a whorehouse like this,' could you tell me? Actually, I'm on the edge, but I'm involved in running a whorehouse."
I want to refer to it. Two people start to shine their eyes and think when they tell them, including what they mean by that.
Left for a little while, Thirty Road wet his throat with a drink and opened his tease mouth.
"It would be nice to dress the teenage girls in uniform and let them sit in places like classrooms"
It would be a whorehouse with an image of school. I own a shop that imitates the streets of Wang Du.
I thought you'd do it all the way to your desires later, and they're very different.
"What is possible with the admission fee is to skirt turning, chest rubbing and butt touching. Anyway, it's an act exclusive from the top of the cloth. Don't touch it."
Macchio youth and I, quietly, listen to the rest.
"From there on ahead. Consume tickets separately when you want them to be dealt with by hand, mouth, or groin. Well, this is an imitation of a whorehouse."
Maybe it's about the store I run. A little joyfully nodding, the young man leans his neck and opens his mouth.
"Don't be such a hassle, why don't you just do it all you want when you come into the store?
That question was the same, so keep an eye on Thirty Ways. He puts together an older aura and returns the answer with a quiet grin.
"When you cross a mountain in your life, it's not just about letting it out. Mr. Cornell will soon find out."
The youth doesn't seem convinced, but it passes to me.
This body has become forty paths. There was another sense of satisfaction in the play "Watch, Sometimes Naughty".
(Not bad)
Putting a guest in a ladies student's packed classroom is like mixing a chick and a lobby. If the playroom is also to be combined, it needs to be practically one large room.
(It would be nice if everyone wore the same uniform)
They are aligned together and easy to wash. I would be able to keep my expenses down rather than pay a personal clothes allowance and send it to the launderer individually.
(Above all, it's also friendly to the customer's nostalgia)
If you only want soft healing, you don't have to buy a play ticket.
"Surrounded by young girls, you can just have tea for a day when the sun's up"
It may be difficult for young people to understand, but there are not many customers like it.
Seeing me snort over and over again, I guess there's something the youth think too. I do not raise any further questions.
However, I propose to make sure to place a female teacher with makeup on the ginguin.
(Schools, students, teachers…)
Something seems to connect me. Approximately, the words of the Thirty Way Man continue.
"It's just hard to get the workers together. We run out of free time because we are in school during the day and in the pleasure district at night."
Shoulders shrugged and exhaled. In me when I saw that, the three earlier overlapped.
"No, there is a way! You just have to make it school."
I accidentally shout out loud, making my eyes round for both of us. I drink ice melted iced tea and flash into words after coughing.
"Teachers should be properly qualified and classes should be well conducted. If you can learn while working, your normal school and detention time will remain the same."
He was out of his imagination on the 30th Road, and he looked surprised and speechless. The big young man, on the other hand, smiles and shouts as he punches his hand.
"Whorehouse school! It's a great idea."
But there was something I was worried about, and I frowned at the root of my brow and asked.
"If you push a female teacher to the stage and blame her from behind, you won't be in class anymore. What shall we do then?
It's possible. This young man will definitely do it.
"In the meantime, let's set an exceptionally high ticket consumption. We'll see what happens later."
The problem that arises is that it comes in so specific a form.
He said he worried himself and nothing came out, but when he had a conversation with people, he overflowed like a gush.
I was surprised and delighted at that.
"What do you say we go to college together? You can call both male and female customers with one of these."
Opinion of a young man put out with Nico's face. If it can indeed be used together, it is advantageous in terms of cost.
If you are considering it positively, a sharp voice of restraint flies from the thirty ways.
"Absolutely not! There are good things and bad things in the world."
It is a tone full of certainty. Turning to his eyes as he was too comfortable with the sword screen, Sanjitsu continued his words with a sinister look.
They think the same thing about everything, and they've had a beautiful man in a beautiful girl's shop.
"What happened?
Slowly Thirty Speaks Out as she swallows her spit and encourages her to continue.
"It was a very popular, favorite store myself. When the new shop opened, I swelled my groin with hope."
So when he gently bites his lower lip, he carries on the words.
"But what popped into my eyes was the look of the host-style men. Even though it was split between left and right, it was sitting on the same chick floor as my favorite daughters."
The hosts point to the women and declare that they will win. He also held his fist, saying, 'I will take it and stand' back.
Winning or losing will mean selling. The store side must have fomented a confrontation between a man and a woman and tried to cheer it up.
"I guess the settings are between enemies. But to me, it seemed like a lot of fun, and at the same time, I felt an unspeakable sense of alienation."
The hatred that beats each other and the beautiful men and women that react to it. would have looked good from the looks of it and looked like we were close.
Imagine a replacement sight for us, a heart-stabbing pain runs.
(It sure sucks)
According to the words of the ensuing Thirty Road man, the store dropped sales significantly and made an early renovation. I almost made the same mistake.
I asked him what store in which city, but he doesn't answer clearly.
"It's a long time ago, in a place not here."
Apparently, it's out of the country. It seems that the women sing and dance in the whorehouse he spoke of, so is it like The Meeting in Touch with Idols in the Holy Capital?
(Singers and dancers who appreciated their daily support deal with fans in small rooms while in stage costumes. I guess it's the kind of store that made that constant)
Don't forget to note this to your heart with one idea.
After that, he returns the story to the 'whorehouse school', where he exchanges views in detail. Approximately out of the way, I expressed my determination towards the two of them.
"I want to do something to shape the whorehouse school. In doing so, I'd like to pay you both an idea fee."
Are you happy or can you blow it? I thought it might be one way or another, but the result isn't either of them.
In front of me, a thirty way man shrugged his shoulder with a troubled face, and the young man just looked at it with funny eyes.
"No, it's no use caring. The current story becomes the store. Because there's no further reward."
It was a thirty way man who spoke. Large muscular youth seem to follow him.
The thirty way man stood up and said, 'I'm here for you. I will definitely go when the store opens,' she said only, showing a bare gesture to go home.
It was as if I was afraid to be asked my name, and I was so full of asking for a handshake.
(... Ok, I'll boil it quick)
Then I'll thank you for opening a satisfactory store.
It was me who stared at the two small and large backs leaving the store and grabbed my fist.
Here the perspective is moving from the wind clouds in the industry to Tauro.
I walked shoulder to shoulder with Cornell, my best friend, when I left the store.
"It's been a long time since I've been at the Adult Gourmet Club, and I'm sorry about that in the shop."
Cornell has been unable to meet since the empire and the elves became more determined.
It was a long time ago that I chose the store because I was in the mood, but the results weren't very good.
"Pulling it off is one of the pleasures. And I was able to talk to the whorehouse owner, and it was a good experience."
I agree with that. If that skinny, tired old man had a shop, I'd have to go anyway.
(Between opening and becoming known. That's the problem)
Advertising can be costly, but if you spare it, no matter how good it is, it won't catch your eye. It's a wall where uncapitable private managers bump into each other.
It's one form of my ideal that I suggested, and I want to give you all the support I can.
(It's Doctor Slime, known in the Hanayo world. If I ladder around the whorehouse and whisper to the gentlemen in the lobby, it should do a lot of good)
I usually have trouble selling my name too much, so let me use it at this time or so.
While I was thinking about it, I arrived at the next store. This is the "Store with the Kings" and the intermediate whorehouse reviewed in the information magazine.
Even if I say king, of course I'm a woman, and 'take anyone's challenge' seems to be the princess of the sale. Naturally reserved at noon.
"You're pretty good. There's no shortage for them."
Step into the playroom and your voice sounds. If you look that way, on a king-size bed, the figure of a young woman in a black bikini with arms and royalty.
She is the king and Cornell's opponent. She's the only one here because it's a play of 'If you win, two on one, if you lose, you keep'.
(this type would be nice)
Long hair, a tough, tidy face. On a relatively large body, muscles float loudly, arguably the beauty of a warrior.
Relative Cornell is immediately undressing and posing to show off his proud muscles to his opponent.
"Mr. Cornell. Good luck with that."
And besides sitting on the edge of the bed and cheering.
"I will definitely win and open your account in front of Mr. Tauro."
Besides, he looks back and laughs, twinkling his white teeth.
"I'll show you my new moves. Reference it."
He remembered saying 'I want a Special Attack' before. If you like it, you can make it mine, so I'm just thankful.
"Let's go, king. Enough moisture?"
Tell the tough long-haired beauty, Cornell storms in front of her shoulders. The king likewise returns it with a shoulder tackle, and the muscle bumping sounds indoors.
After a few steps back, the two stare at each other, laughing at the edge of their mouths and stepping forward again.
(Do it. Hey, her. thinner than Cornell but they're each other)
Actually, it's a werewolf, but it looks for ears and tails. I can't find it, so I'm sure it's people.
(Did you win?)
But again, the difference in mass is historical. Skebemacchio flies from his back to the king who fell into bed, trying to break into his body.
The opposing beauty flicks her long straight hair and embraces her own hands and feet in a lying position. It's General Dangolow's defensive stance.
(But that doesn't keep Cornell from spearing)
As expected, the muscle youth pulls off a black bikini, grabs his hips from both sides and pushes his hips against his buttocks.
But when Cornell distorted his face and raised an unhappy roar, I noticed something strange.
(No way, it's hard enough not to get in?
They can't move forward because of the strength of the butt meat. Cornell rocks the king over and over again, like a gorilla showing frustration with the bait he can't take.
But from how she can afford it, I guess this place will be rearranged once it's away. It was when I thought so.
(Lifted?
When he lowered his back on the bed, he let the king float into the universe grasping him from behind. And on her own spear facing directly upwards, she breathes graciously and heavily in her ass.
No way, Cornell screamed with a bright red face as he raised his blood vessels all over his muscles in front of me.
"Skewered whirlwind!
With a fingertip called the groin, turn a basketball called a woman. What a force. And what kind of spear hardness is that?
One aspect of the weight of a large adult woman is added to the power of turning.
(Gradually the king's body sinks. The rotation makes the spear a drill, allowing it to enter the body)
Screaming as far as the middle goes, the king stretches out his hands and legs. I guess I'm going to stop going around.
Cornell doesn't miss that opportunity, he hugs and rises from behind. And as it was, he jumped up as he emitted his moves name in high space.
"Flying air chair!
At the same time as landing, a man spear that fits all the way to the roots at once. And a straight-long, fierce beauty who gets skewered and growls like an end demon.
"There's more!
On the offensive side, they're not willing to stop at one jump. Repeat bouncing and landing again.
The bed mat is shaken and my body moves up and down.
(I know it's awesome, but you can never imitate it)
Are you telling me to make this my special attack? You sensed my gaze, best friend with a face to this one and a firm nod.
Definitely, it seems.
"Another one!
Repeating his rough breath, Cornell defeated himself with a stab on his forehead and forced him to crawl on all fours to the king. And he goes against it as big as a shrimp, floating both his own legs in the universe.
"Aerial swimming!
The way he bends over and over with the king on his back does look like he's swimming in a dive.
(What, this too? I think I can do it better than I did earlier)
The king finally crumbled in front of me, trembling loudly as he was stabbed from the top.
"There's a battle!
To my judgment, she just bites her lips. I do not object. The figure can still be described as the king even if he is defeated.
"Hey, open up."
Cornell switched to the position of putting his butt on the bed while holding him from behind. entangle her thick legs in her legs and force her to open her legs wide.
It's abusive talk and treatment, but this is also part of the play. It's like defeat rape by duel.
"Thank you for waiting. Mr. Tauro, please."
Big, long-haired, tough beauty with her eyes closed and side to side. I look at the connecting parts and find out that my expectations weren't wrong.
(Oh, I knew it. Angularly, you definitely thought this was it)
Starting with a skewered whirlwind, the flying air chair, aerial swimming and the ensuing continuous moves. It was consistently the gate behind the king that Cornell continued to blame.
"Go ahead," she says, opening to me is her main entrance.
(Perhaps this is a care for me. Thank you)
After praying with both hands in the former king's groin, I will board her with Cornell to complete the character "Nabu".
"That's pretty hard. Oh, but it's soft inside."
Me splitting up while I comment.
Would it feel like peeling a thick-skinned citrus fruit if I could take her? It's like going through a thumb you put up after.
And in the same way, the fruit is juicy and full of juice.
"Mr. Tauro. Let's play Larry, let's play Larry."
When I think about it, I repeat, "If I poke it, I pull it, if I poke it, I pull it."
It sounds interesting, so we should get started. The first hand is Cornell.
"Damn it!
"Whoa!
Instead of hitting the ball with a racket, the crazy voice of a young woman sounds. Something went back and forth, and Cornell's timing slipped.
"Excuse me, Mr. Tauro"
I lower both sides of my eyebrows sorry, but it is absolutely deliberate. Because it took the form of a simultaneous penetration from front to back, and the former king shook himself with his tongue sticking out of his mouth sweetly and screaming.
"You have no choice. I'll go again."
And now, I'm gonna miss. I apologize on purpose, me and Cornell laughing happily.
"Hey, now you're coming. That's pretty hard."
And a cup of time, we keep rallying even though we fail a little bit. The big, tough beauty tasted good, and both Cornell and I were very satisfied.