Jayanne, the finest whorehouse in the first class of Wangdu Pleasure Street.
Now in that lobby, a magnificent concierge was bowing his head deep into the backs of a slightly fatter middle-aged man.
They were dropping off guests who were leaving after playing.
(What happened to her?
Concierge tilting his neck after turning himself back. Because usually the woman in charge should also be breaking her back next to herself.
(Too much fun, did you even knock it down?
Then I have no choice. But this time it will be hard to think.
Because it was the culmination of this store's sideline momentum that served as the opponent. Because it's what Tauro calls an "exploded bottom sister."
(... don't worry)
When I send my gaze to the apprentice concierge, I instruct him with my jaw to go see how it goes. I think Master Concierge, who has been entrusted with the shop while keeping his jaw in one hand.
(Indeed, there was an atmosphere of the strong. But only for her, there shouldn't be anything to take back)
Only Doctor Slime has broken through and sunk that strong defense here these days. And Doctor Slime is even known as "the treasure of the Wangdu Hanayu kingdom".
(Shoulder presence, etc., doesn't show up easily)
That's what I was thinking. But the apprentice boy's report was harshly to blame for the sweetness of the perception.
"Blamed and crushed by a guest whose back was covered in countless wounds"
Beautiful young woman with irregular body, falling naked on bed. Having opened her thin eyes to the boy's desperate calling, she said she had once again lost consciousness when she told her breath constantly that too.
(Stupid!
Scratches on the back, explosive bottom. Strength that can be defeated when it is easy to defeat your sister. If so, there is only one such person.
"World's Best (World Champion)," or "A Man With A Thousand Wounds On His Back"
A living legend that hung the world on its crotch as well as the Wangdu Hanayu Realm. If you're just going to be accurate, you're not currently ranked # 1 in the world.
Because I haven't been in a game in recent years, but that's what they call it because there are so many points I've earned so far.
Why would he do something like this?
Visiting the store pretentiously and insistently demanding a play with the winner of the last Santo Metropolitan Shinto match is the leading country player himself.
Not very much, but not the behavior of a man known to have that person in the world.
"Instead, how about our number one"
At that time, I recommended the explosion-bottomed sister, also considering her self-esteem, which would be enlarged.
If I had the title of "Best," I would have thought of bending the navel.
(If I take her hospitality, I can't help but be satisfied. You should have a full smile when you came down the stairs)
But the prospect was broken down by the identity of a guest who did not imagine it.
(The world's # 1 champion today is equal to the blade of the outcast. We need to share the information as soon as possible)
Gather the staff behind the counter in the lobby and give instructions with a harsh look.
"I want to hold a meeting urgently. Call the whorehouse owner who was the Lord."
A young man and a boy pull their jaws with a serious eye and scatter from the back door to the pleasure district.
And after the equivalent of one play had passed, Jayanne had gathered nearly ten men in the reception room in the back of the ground floor.
"The world's best (world champion) came to the store and did something illegal to the woman in the store"
Attendees who uniformly distort their faces to the report of the magnificent gentleman who serves as Jaanne's master concierge.
After gazing at each other, Grandpa from the Advanced Whorehouse opens his mouth.
"Were the guards called?"
With a sinister look, Jayanne's gentleman shakes his head to the left and right.
At the time of sealing the giveup, it would be an act of being stuck out to the guard. But the victim, the explosion-bottomed sister, doesn't want it.
"I'll do it back! with my own moves and body."
Unexpectedly resurrected, she held her fist and proclaimed.
"The cause of this defeat was relative with the intention of serving. If we knew from the beginning that we were crushing each other, we wouldn't have given them the lead."
A powerful goddess with a rough nose and a regrettable claim. So much so that I can fully recover and even rematch right now.
By the way, Concierge sees this as one of the finest moves in the world (World Champion).
"Launching your opponent high in the sky, but not prolonging the finish"
His main job is to be a top-notch lawyer with super skills. For the women who work in whorehouses, you can call them coaches.
I don't know if I'm aware of it, but I have enough strength to do it.
"When you came to the store, didn't you realize you were the world's # 1 (world champion)?
The next question I asked was an elderly gentleman. It is one of the three houses, the Concierge of Sione, famous for its "Bowl of Magic Girls and Parents and Children".
"It was almost a decade ago that we played in the game, though the legend of how to live. Even if the young worker doesn't know, he can't."
Though the tone is soft, the eyes on Jaanne's concierge are harsh.
"It would be our job to follow there. It's a serious mistake."
Jayanne gentleman with a sinister look on his continued words. Open your mouth while letting your forehead sweat suck on your handkerchief.
"I don't have any words to give back. But let me tell you something. The atmosphere of the world's largest champion was very different."
Continue the words before the attendees who make a strange look.
"What I remember was how one of the world's best (world champions) shines a dazzling light of confidence."
Returned is a nod by all.
There are many women who have grown up as a result of his guidance, and requests for work come from whorehouses throughout the Ost continent.
The king's capital was no exception, and there was no one here who knew his face.
"But it didn't have that brilliance. Impressed, do you feel like 'I can't afford it'"
Though shriveled to his first city, he is the husband of a region that exhilarates itself with a vanity.
Because it seemed so, the gentleman of Jaanne did not notice and misjudged.
"... as much as you say, so believe it. But it's a bad idea."
In a room full of loud and exhaling Sione gentlemen and anxious noises.
In the meantime, the 'Sin and Punishment' Casabel concierge raised one hand and suggested putting it together.
"In the meantime, let's not allow access to all stores. If we find him, we'll capture him on the spot, accompany him here, and make him clear."
There are no opponents, the policy is a decision.
Thus, in the pleasure district of the king's capital, all the whorehouses, from the lower ranks to your three houses, were given documents that issued warnings.
Around that time, the world's best (world champion) was walking around the boulevard of Pleasure Street, stretching west from Central Square, somewhat round his back.
Jaanne's master concierge is right, and no one will ever notice him when they see him now.
(... wasn't weak. but not enough)
Staring at the cobblestone, I groan at my heart.
Recently, this slightly fatter middle-aged man was fighting 'the fear that he would cease to be himself'.
(I need a strong enemy. There's a strong opponent who's gonna smash me right now, like burn me down and let me start over from the ashes)
I came to King's Capital to play with Mr. Cool because I overheard the strength of the last Sacred Capital Games' overwhelming momentum rushing to the top of the podium '.
But I never met him, and instead, he could not have had enough enemies of his own.
(Hmm?)
A middle-aged man raising his gaze on a white raw leg that enters his sight. There it was, behind a boy in half pants walking in front.
He was walking lightly like a young deer, reflecting the back of his knee into the afternoon sun, turning his hips left and right.
(... prickly, you're a good ass)
Drinking spit, honking throat, hacking.
(What's wrong with me? Me)
I know I've only lived in the Hanayo world and have a variety of preferences between men, women and men.
But I specialize in women and I'm not interested in the same sex. I believed it without a doubt.
(Ugh)
But lately, all I chase with my eyes are men's groins and buttocks.
Even if you deal with a woman in a whorehouse, you can't get to the point of spitting unless you're as good as you were earlier.
(What is this? Can't I do it anymore?)
When you enter the alley like a melody, you slip down the wall to your back. There is no such thing as a man who was once too strong and 'the strongest and the best'.
# 1 in the world (World Champion) who doesn't know the cause and is suffering and despairing. He has no reason to know, but the trigger was at his limit of growth.
"I was blessed with talent and did not fail in my efforts, so growth stopped (or) first. Stretched sideways after reaching the ceiling '
In other words, because of the polarization of women, they moved on to the next stage, "Men."
But he doesn't know about it.
(... this is)
Back of the wall, sitting in front of him to the cobblestone. What was stretched was a poster.
There was a musculoskeletal elderly man in black boomerang pants posing to show off his spine.
And coloring the edges of the poster are the various roses, large and small.
(Rose cup)? I'm sure it will be done in the Empire)
Bi-annual, the World Congress of Flower Way Men. It was an announcement of the event.
Although I know it as knowledge, I have never been interested, so I have no further knowledge.
But now, when he stood up, he put his hands on both sides of the poster and began to load the contents in detail.
The stage goes back here to the auditorium of the Pilot's School.
As many spectators watched, the finals were about to be preceded by a third-place decision.
"You'd better abstain."
Simulated cockpit (f) Before sitting down, a cool beauty heads to her opponent and speaks up.
This advice does not come from arrogance. Because the little girl with the black hair was walking brazenly trying to stick to her wand.
"I admit it's in bad condition. But let me fight for what could be a real battle."
Black tights junior looking up from under one head with a strong eye for clear eyes.
The pilots' school alone, we only have a short relationship. But Mr. Cool understood her personality quite well.
Not only are they serious, but they are also very stubborn.
"Okay. But sometimes it's important to leave. Don't forget that."
Answer with a sigh and return your heels to the simulated cockpit. The luxurious girl, wearing black tights behind her, lowered her head.
"Coming!
And it began, a battle between miniature knights.
Though there is tension in your voice, the knight of Black Tights junior is clearly moving poorly. I guess I haven't been able to send enough fuel because of my lack of magic.
Moving forward and swinging the sword down into a hanging position will be lightly played by Mr. Cool's sword.
(Can I help you?
Nobody in the venue, perhaps even the referee's instructor, realizes.
But Mr. Cool's sharp observational eye did not miss the unusual movement of his junior gymnast.
This reaction can't be a knight.
When he slapped the slaughter back with his sword, only a few enemy knights pulled their arms in.
The cause would be the shock transmitted from your body. It's a natural trick for a person, but that's strange with a knight.
"The pilot moves the knight like us, but does not share the pain"
This is the reason.
In other words, a knight never performs flexor reflexes. Because to the pilot, the pain hasn't arrived.
(Let's try it)
Approaching suddenly and blocking the opponent's sight with a shield, he kicks his rear tibia. As earlier, the enemy knight took a reflexive move.
Exactly this time, the instructor seems to have noticed.
(You share a skin sensation with a knight. You're on it now.)
With an enviable voice, Mr. Cool groans in his heart.
An area I have never experienced, although I have heard of it from the instructor. She doesn't know, but it's 'just like Tauro normally does'.
Black Tights Junior arrives and continues, probably because she hasn't returned from the heavenly world. The finish remains strong and may be sensitive.
(I wonder what's wrong)
Excellent in terms of maneuvering accuracy. But there are also shortcomings. Because it makes all the senses of a knight our own.
This is also why Tauro gave up the melee and devoted himself to sniping from a distance.
(Slashing a painful opponent, albeit a game, is just right)
Mr. Cool touring. But for a moment, the stray makes a decision.
(Now let's go)
Mr. Cool slaps his own sword hard to the sword of a junior with a big head. Kick the weapon removed by pain, with your toes, off-site.
The next time he threw down his sword himself, he pushed his opponent down to the floor and lifted one leg to his own shoulder.
"Come on, ring it."
Fingers crawling into the knight's groin. I just glanced at the base of the inorganic leg, but the girl with the big hair raises a sweet voice similar to screaming.
"I didn't tell you, but I was strong in the flower path, too. What about you?
The voice is not audible because the cockpit is away. But even if the distance was close, it wouldn't have gone into my ear.
Too much skill prevented my voice from stopping. As a student, Mr. Cool was a famous athlete who, together with his teacher, taught the women's flower world in Wang Du.
"Uh-oh, uh-oh"
I want to score a goal, but I'm not allowed to. A sweet, nerve-turning voice echoes into the venue, mixed with awkwardness and uncut.
"Not yet. I won't let you lose that easily. I'll carve a lesson in your body so you don't become just a samurai."
Real age, position in the Hanayagi world, and above all, strength as a pilot. Above all, Mr. Cool is determined to educate girls from the sports club.
Basically, I would have let her do so, not involving people, because of the presence of Tauro.
(You're the chief's godson. If you scatter it on the battlefield early, you'll be saddened)
When you narrow your eyes and smile like a bodhisattva, you decide on a variety of joint moves, while doing good things in your body. So, rub, and sometimes push hard.
of inches. That's up to the time limit of the game critical. It lasted until Mr. Cool painted a small 'perpetual' letter on the groin of Black Tights junior miniature knight.
"I'm dying! I'm dying! Please kill me first!
As a student, Mr. Cool made his opponent raise a plea scream. A familiar "dying regiment" in "Eeeeee". The Phantom will look like a monster.
The voice and words directly hit the groin of your brothers sitting in the audience. Drink down the saliva.
And he played a part in attracting visitors to the entertainment district this evening.