The walls of the king's capital lit red at sunset on the western ridge. The tower at the top casts a long shadow into the city.
The growing popularity of the pleasure streets will probably be due to the fact that summer has become easier to spend at the end.
Facing the boulevard, the super luxury whorehouse Jaanne. In that corner of the lobby, a young concierge was still being consulted by men in their late twenties.
"Are you unsure of your endurance?"
To the words of an apprentice concierge, a cat-backed young man who rounds his back without force. Because of his posture, he looks a little older than his real age.
His troubles were early. He said he was embarrassed to deal with women for that reason and had spent the night at his disposal for nearly a decade.
"I'm sorry to bother you here because I thought it would be a good idea to welcome you to the 30th Road."
In go-go bars and aid coffee shops, you'll either be ridiculed or glad it's easier. Then I will not be saved.
The cat-backed man who thought so came to one of your three houses wearing a purse, thinking it was because of him.
"Okay. I'll take care of it. But let me ask you a few questions in order to introduce you to the best women."
May I? A quietly nodding first sight customer to ask.
(Escort the woman who best suits the stray distressed customer. This is the concierge-like job)
A rustic, apprenticeship concierge. It is still just chores such as cleaning and laundry removal, but there are rarely such requests.
He's still a boy, so I guess it's easy for the customer to say things that are hard to say.
(As soon as I got the job, I had my first experience with a Go-Go Bar woman. But then, a few rounds ended and they laughed)
The boy, who finished his exchange in a whisper, sorted out the information he got in his head.
(Shame on you, it costs money. If you just need to get it out, it's enough in front of you. That's what you thought)
But as it is, I wonder if I will finish my life without knowing 'Woman's Wonder'. The fear seems to have led to a visit.
(Equals no experience. And extreme early shooting. So-so size....... she's the only one here)
What came to mind of the boy concierge was a big woman with a twin-tailed breast. He's a leader against sensitive gentlemen.
If you have no experience at all, you have another option. The cold-faced girlfriend would have loved me from the bottom of her heart with no regard for anything early.
(Whether or not you have had this one time experience is huge.)
I'm sorry from the bottom of my heart, boy. If you use "first time," Cool Beauty will give you a small penny.
Once you breathe and change your mind, take a notebook out of your nostalgia and check your schedule. Fortunately, sensitive twin tails are available next time.
I'll be back at that hour.
Cat-backed men who accepted the proposal said they would finish dinner first and go outside.
Waiting for its back to hide in the door, the apprentice concierge takes a fast foot to the employee lobby. Twinthe was just coming back from playing.
"You're the reason they laughed so fast. Okay."
It is important to communicate information to customers with mental problems. And the women of Jayanne can use it to heal or mitigate their wounds.
That's why it's the king's capital, Mitsuya.
"I've never seen this store before. I'm not used to it, thank you"
And a few hours later. On the playroom bed, there was a twint with a cat-backed young man facing him in the front seat.
Twinthe thinks to a man who comes with a slight glance and doesn't try to get his hands on it.
(I'm not sure how to blame a woman. But if I get my hands on this one, I don't know where it will erupt. If so)
Twinte, who sets the policy, turns around and puts his back on a man's chest. And lifted up the hands of the guests from the top of their clothes to their rich breasts.
"Try rubbing it"
Guide the rise of the play here, then let it go free. You can say stone to her.
But stones (Theory) because they work.
A cat backer who tends to hesitate at first to open and close his palms. But when Twinthe twisted himself and bit his sweet voice to death, Xing must have come on board, his nose also began to rub roughly.
"Knock."
That's Twinthe. I reach it lightly with only my chest.
Afterwards, he swung the guest's hand and fell into the center of the bed.
"Ugh."
This is male customer groaning.
She was in a position where she pointed her ass wrapped in a piece at the customer and pressed her face against the pillow. My eyes moisturize in return and my lips are only slightly open.
That destructive power leaked my voice.
"I'll have it!
A cat-backed male customer turns up his skirt and pulls his underwear out of his legs and pokes it from behind. Thus, for the first time in ten years, he broke into a woman's body.
Then a little later. An alarm sounded for rescue in Jaanne's staff room.
"Let's go. Come."
An apprentice boy concierge follows his senior youth concierge and runs up the stairs to the source room.
The color of the face is blue. Because that room number was the Twinthe playroom with the guests he consulted.
"Excuse me, sir."
Although the words are polite, the senior concierge uses master keys to open the door without knocking.
What was on the bed was a cat-backed young man sitting on the front with a puzzled face and a twint figure that went down completely and didn't have one cramp. Her hands were drawn on the bed headboard, falling under a small magic formation.
Earlier calls would have been to squeeze the last force.
"... you've seen it wrong"
Having only a moment of bitter expression on his face, the senior began courteously to ask him to give a break when he set his face towards the customer.
"Loss of consciousness due to exceeding limits"
This can happen not just in Twinthe, just in the whorehouse where the fierce gather.
And this time, there's nothing wrong with the customer side. Because it was on the store side that the strength of the guests was determined and the women were prepared.
Ultimately, the cat-backed youth plays for free with a woman of Master Concierge's choice after being given the full price back.
He was very satisfied, and he left with a grin that he could not erase.
"You didn't talk to the seniors."
Twinthe wrinkles to the root of the eyebrow and mouths with sighs.
After being squeezed into plenty by Master Concierge and seniors, the boy Concierge was visiting her to apologize.
The location is the employee lobby. There are several other women.
"I'm sorry. I just don't know where I got it wrong."
A boy whose head bends to the floor as much as it does. I guess it wasn't rebellion that put the question in my mouth, it was purely because I wanted to know.
Twinthe shrugged his shoulders for the future.
"I was processing it myself for a period of ten years. This was important."
This is the part that the customer told me about but didn't tell me about.
Look at the boy's face that doesn't come to mind. Twinthe carries on the words as he gently shakes his head to the left and right.
"People like that strengthen their grip."
An act of self-completion, just to put it out. If I get used to strength, I increase my gripping power for that much.
What happens when the practice is similar to an unconsciously repeated workout, but lasts for years.
"Where women formally embrace it, you're going to be so powerful that you can't demonstrate it."
In the boy's head, the circle of things connects.
I can't speak, but that customer probably felt 'loose' and couldn't score a goal. That's why I went on forever, crushing sensitive twinths.
"It's natural for me to be early. Because I'm adjusting myself to be that way."
Exhale loudly and shake your head left and right again Twinthe. Some of the women around me are nodding about whether they have any experience.
"I know you want to work in public. But not yet. Talk to your senior. At least until I can get a junior to ask you about this hand."
The boy Concierge, feeling a little warm in his last tone, bowed his head again feeling saved.
Far northwest of the Wang capital, directly north of the Imperial capital.
The Spirit Forest there was now burning trees and rising large quantities of smoke into the sky.
Standing in the center, the world tree is thought to be a thousand meters high. Even then, the fire turned to branches close to the surface, slowly burning up.
It's the end of the war. There is no longer a counterattack. '
Wilderness south of the Spirit Forest. A class A knight, like an armored warrior standing there, put his arms together and emitted external audio.
Sitting in the cockpit is the old man, the leader of the Imperial Knights.
After burning down the inside of the elves, the Imperial Knights left the woods and changed to surveillance from a little further away. Initially there were raids by C-class and biological operators of the Elves, but a few days had passed since the interruption.
"I did my best. I think you should see that. '
Returned is Grade A with a large circle of roses painted on the black ground. Leading the elite and prestigious Rose Knights, he is Uncle Rosehip.
Let the armored martial artist, the rider, snort, and the old samurai carry on the words.
"I was wary that the Great Warcraft would overflow, but it wasn't as good as I thought"
In addition to the Elves, the Spirit Forest is home to many spiritual beasts and warcraft. Chased by fire and smoke, they feared a great invasion of the Empire.
But in fact, small populations, to the extent that they appeared sporadically.
The most combative would have been heavy horseback riding (Heavy Lancer). But a few of them cannot rival a group of knights, and after several have been defeated, they are turning back to the woods.
(Hate the wilderness spreading to the south, did you flee north or east to preach the mountains)
An old samurai who rubs his jaw, guessing. But in fact, there were no more powerful warcraft left than he thought.
Before the first shooting of the Spirit Cannon, when a magical place appeared all over the world. They had already gone there, and many had travelled.
Exhale gently and transfer your thoughts to other matters.
(Few sacrifices were made, but it was possible to prevent the activation of the Spirit Cannon)
Spirit Cannon is an attack magic that activates the World Tree in the eye of a wand (rifle). Later on, even if a lurking elf plans to start up, there's nothing we can do if the world tree itself is burning down.
(In the future, war will return to the Knight's again)
A person-shaped golem that is the supreme power of the human race and a symbol of the power of the country. A battle between nations is a battle between knights and does not include non-combatants.
It wasn't what he thought was a 'war', such as killing all the city's inhabitants with a massive magic attack.
(That can no longer happen)
Looking back, the armored warrior turns his face to the burning ruins that were once the city of the north.
What floats behind the brains of the old samurai sitting in the cockpit is a flock of fire arrows (fire arrows) covering the sky pouring down as much rain into the city.
(Now sleep quietly. I'll go there too, not too far away)
Ahead of a voice in my heart is a crimson A-class pilot who lost his life at the roots of the world tree. She is a mature Viscount.
She was murdered as a lord of the city of the north, a deputy who had accompanied the people for years as her boss. A soul that was burning a dark flame in revenge against the Elves must have gained some peace.
……
After a brief silence went unnoticed, the captain of the Imperial Knights told Uncle Rosehip by his side.
"Return the Imperial Knights placement to the previous one. Your Majesty will return to the Empire City."
Besides the Elves, there are threats at home and abroad. I can't stick my main force in one place forever.
Thus left some strength on the northern border, and those who were the Lord were to lift up.
Once again, the stage returns to the Wang capital.
It's still early to call it evening. I came back to my home on the southern edge of Pleasure Street, in other words, off the north side of downtown.
I usually play in whorehouses, but today I wanted to tell my family, Imosques, the good news.
(After all, it's something I'll talk to you about)
I think we're going up the outer stairs to the third floor.
When I went to the Merchant Guild to talk about "I want to go on a journey sooner or later," the deputy guild director offered me the unwanted condition of "I'll give you a long vacation" and I came home with Nico's face.
"So it's a decision to go out. It's just a little bit further."
In that atmosphere, at least after autumn.
Five-year-old larvae and dangouts of magpie butterflies flying waves of cheer on bath towels laid in the living room. I turn to the turtle, who is quietly listening, and I call out.
"You don't have to worry about Vintage. We'll leave when we can eat."
Slowly nodding, the Great Spirit Beast Zaratan of Long Living Things.
This tree, which I call 'Vintage' on my own, takes a lot of work to take care of.
Imosque, an expert in plants, and Dangolo, familiar with the ground. If the two spiritual beasts do not join forces, it is enough not to bear fruit satisfactorily.
"Actually, leave it as a tree and put it down. If you want to eat, drop me each time."
This is Immosque's suggestion.
Exposure to the windstorm makes it look bad and changes the flavor. But it doesn't seem that the flavor will go away.
The loss of moisture tightens the fruit and gives the pulp a pungent toothpick. Sweetness is also said to be suitable for refreshing adults.
"Probably this one only"
Imosuke tells the turtle. From all the conversations I've had, they've decided that.
I prefer you, by the way.
"Only problem is, next year."
When you make a difficult look to put your arms together, Zaratan turns this way.
The planned duration of the journey is from six months to one year. In the meantime, if Imosuke and the others don't get it, it might not be a decent piece of fruit.
When I tell them about it, the two experts fly face to face waves.
"Chi Nishinakute Liang Yi"
A tortoise that gently emits waves and does not love Vintage. He says he's happy enough to just taste it this year because he hasn't been able to eat for a long time.
Upon hearing the words, Imoske and Dangolow went near.
"Something to hide."
"Good luck"
Zaratan is called from each of them and pressed with his head to refrain from his grandchildren.
I looked at it with my eyes narrowed, but to some extent I took the agenda to the next one. That's not who stays in the garden forest, but getting ready for the side of the journey.
"I'm going to pot the herb trees and the garden forest trees and load them up in the carriage, what do you think?
It is food security.
Imoske prefers herbal tree leaves, and Dangolow has fallen leaves as staple foods. We need the garden forest trees because the herbal trees don't fall leaves.
Translucent green leaves dissolve and disappear in the air when they leave the branches.
"Probably, Tapey"
If I use the potion, I can maintain the potted plant without withering. That's how the family head Imoske says.
"And then there's my protection."
Unlike regular Golem carriage flights with a large number of passengers, it's a solo journey in a small carriage. If a warcraft or a bandit attacked me, there wouldn't be one.
The main streets in the kingdom have become quite safe, but I am heading out of the country.
"I guess you should put on an adventurer's escort,"
Then the problem is that I have the Spirit Beast. Evil definitely stands out because it seems unusual outside the Spirit Forest.
When I was worried, Dangolow climbed onto my lap.
"Mamoru. Let it be."
And round, falling from knee tip to floor. Roll a little after bouncing back small and stop in front of Imosque.
"How's that?"
Return yourself and look at me, General Dangobee. I guess you're appealing to defense.
Although Imoske praises, Zaratan is silent. You must not think it works for Warcraft opponents.
While I vote for the turtle in my heart, I tell Dangolow to twist it a little.
"Reliable, but that's a last resort. Get your other hands ready."
There are many challenges, but there is also time. Think slowly, solve one by one and let's go.
I think so. It was me.