Built in the first class of Wangdu Pleasure Street, Jayanne. It is one of the finest whorehouses, counted as "Mitsuya".
But in one of the rooms, there was now a one-of-a-kind play that tasted like cramps in a fancy store.
"You don't have to put up with it. Hey. Be honest with yourself."
Thirty-way old man with a nasty grin and a sticky voice, not even a look.
That is, my, the person who spoke up was Teaching Light Patrol. Now she was lying on her back to the bed, with her torso split between her thighs by me sitting in the front seat.
"Make it so hard. Isn't it hard?
The two hills emerged from under the bra because they were pushed up. Gently rub the tip of it with your fingers and carry on the words.
"Say a word, please, I'll loosen you up."
If this were all, it would simply be a male customer blaming the beautiful princess.
But Teaching Light Patrol Sensei was wrapped up the length piece he was wearing all the way over his head, wrapped around his arms and head like a bag.
By the way, 'untie' is the string that binds the bag. It was put through my pants earlier, it's a belt.
"Tea towel tied"
If you were a man who saw a woman in a long skirt, you'd want to try it once. Pranks in this state.
(And the opponent, top behind Jaanne)
She is the best woman in the corner of the three houses with all her mind and moves, even more securely and instantly at the top.
As an opponent, there is no more existence. My dreams, I suppose, have had another one.
"... you're so strong."
Instructional light patrol teacher shaking his head to the left and right inside a tea towel bag that was made of a thin piece.
A good amount of time has elapsed since the start of play, during which time I am using the Devil's Eye to blame unilaterally. But she didn't collapse.
(What spiritual power)
The white limbs are as red and burning as they are right after exercising.
Because I'm in control, it's never going to cross the line. But he can't help but want to go beyond.
Because it is a desire that is rooted in the very roots of the organism, its strength should be about the next of thirst and hunger.
(I gave in to desire and admitted to losing, I was thinking of demanding masturbation)
A line of light that floats in the body of the instructional light patrol teacher, visible only in the demonic eye. With my fingers, I exhale in my heart.
"Instructional Light Patrol Teacher Crawls Fingertips to the Root of a Large Open Thigh, Can't Contain Himself While Burning His Face to Shame"
It seems unfortunately impossible to worship that figure. 'Cause I'm more of a loser.
I want you to imagine.
"A slender, yet even, beautiful limb that kills your voice with a tea towel"
"The little cloth that wraps its lower body gets wet and keeps getting twisted by the slender at close range"
Give me this sight.
Besides, my flanks continue to be rubbed with slippery skin inside my thighs.
"I'm here. I surrender."
I couldn't stand the pain in my groin anymore, I stopped my hand and lowered my head.
I don't have vision because it's wrapped in a piece, but I can hear the sound and I guess I know the signs. Instructional Patrol Sensei is powerless and exhales loudly.
"It's over," he said. "You can take the bag off."
It would definitely be these two things in my mind.
(But you can't do that)
I don't speak up, I answer.
It's the appreciation of her masturbation that I aimed for, but it's not the only one. Until then, "Merging in a Tea Towel" is done.
(I can't stand this one for a few more moments.)
In fact, my groin has been gathering too much blood since earlier, and it's only ripped beyond its growth limit.
"Master Tauro? Different story!
I pulled out my underwear, grabbed my ankle, and held one leg up on my shoulder, and Teaching Professor Light Patrol understood the intentions and protested.
But I'm not lying.
'Say a word, please, and I'll loosen you up'
Because that's what I said earlier. There is no greater need to liberate than not saying 'please'.
"Oh, shit."
It intruded the tip and the first thing I felt was heat.
(Wow, awesome)
He was an alumni of the School of Pilots and is now a Class B rider in the Knights of the Kingdom, "Uniform Specialties. I'll have all my uniforms. Come on, you too, now, uniform, conquer! 'Ponytail who was working part-time.
It would be comparable to her high temperatures.
"Huh!
Instructional light patrol teacher who moves his body in an attempt to unravel, not the way he endured until just now.
But with it bagged from arm to head, it hardly works. On the contrary, they are aiming at the end of the movement, allowing it to go behind every single poke.
"My teacher, it's bad to be too attractive!
Me shifting responsibilities to her and just moving forward.
The aim is a white glow in the back of the belly, reflected in the demonic eye. This is where Teaching Light Patrol Sensei, who has a special attack called "Headstand," is trying to hold me back until he uses that tightening move to his defense.
(Shape change. Optimization)
Is it "chi," a star phantom sword (astral sword) that wraps his son with a star phantom (astral) body and changes shape freely?
I used it to sharpen the tip like the tip of a ballpoint pen. Before me, the defensive wall just as well has to retreat up, down, left and right.
(All right! Reach)
My son dives like an eel (eel) who runs up with a gripping hand. At last, the moment it arrived, I wondered if my other head had been eaten away.
(Whoa, whoa)
Teaching Light Patrol Sensei's reaction, with her arms and head bagged and her thin body distracted like a shrimp, was so intense by then.
I can tell over a thin fabric, but she hasn't spoken out while opening her mouth wide. Maybe I can't get it out.
(Feels good)
Next thing I know, the back entrance sucked into my spit mouth, fierce suction.
Besides, the defensive wall I was trying to push back to earlier just moves the other way around saying 'get it out'.
(Ugh)
Immediately after releasing intolerably and filling the back of her. Teaching light patrol teacher to raise a screaming ear.
Then I swallow my breath in shock and pain, too.
Another leg on my shoulder gave me momentum and accidentally kicked up my armpit.
(Whoa?)
But such things are immediately blown out of consciousness.
Instructional Patrol Sensei began to have such severe cramps that she was worried about this one. The current spinning of the legs is probably one of them.
Together, she waves her stomach too. It was like savoring what I had put out in my throat.
"... gone"
The frenzy of Teaching Light Patrol Sensei, which subsided with time. What then remained was a weakened body lying in the diaphragm.
I pull slowly out of it and exhale from the bottom of my lungs when I put my buttocks on.
(I wonder if you're mad)
After much confusion, he regained consciousness and removed the belt of the bag of dreaded tea towels.
(Wow)
What emerged from inside was Teaching Light Patrol Sensei with a completely boiled look.
Unfocussed eyes directed to the ceiling behind me. Until it got the light back, I smelled it in the room service menu on the table.
"... did it feel good?
My body remains immobile, but only consciousness is revived Teaching Light Patrol Sensei.
After complaining rubbishly, he asks softly for his expression. Fortunately, you don't seem to see the current conduct as a problem.
Then my answer is only one, including the aftertaste.
"Yeah, very much. It's just great."
She smiles happily, she will still be a professional in the pro.
Then we put our heads on the same pillows and share our thoughts. Teaching Professor Light said, "It's a good course."
"Fighting Yourself While You Continue to Be Attacked Without Stabbing a Stop"
Apparently that was fresh.
Unlike the Battlemaniac, who finds joy in becoming strong, she is probably also a professional seeker.
(What's at the Reach Point)
Doubt raises his head, but he shook left and right and kicked him out.
I'm sure "Reaching Something" isn't the purpose. "Keeping moving forward" itself must be a joy.
"We have time, and how about another fight?
Beauty at a distance where her nose touches each other, nodding with a smile when I ask.
"Are you wearing clothes again and wrapping your head and arms?
Continuing to ask, he swelled his cheeks and was flanked.
And I went into the second round with Teaching Light Patrol, who claims to have slightly increased his strength.
But her sensitivity seemed to have gone up a lot in the first war. My completion of the second round coincided with the end of the fourth round of Teaching Light Patrol Sensei.
I'm done doing what I have to do, and I'm gonna dip her in the soaked water in the tub.
I have a bath at home, but I rarely use it. This is how you bathe in a whorehouse many times a day, so you don't have to.
(It would be nicer if people washed it rather than doing it themselves)
Tissues, facial hair, and collar feet. I think I'm getting my so-called nagging hair shaved all foamed up.
After that, it is flushed in the shower and wiped with a bath towel, and the body moisture flies around to get clothes on.
On the way, they even clean my ears with knee pillows, so I can say it's because I'm exhausted.
It's magic.
Potion that can be made without a forehand and with up to the container. If you deliver it to the Merchant Alliance, you can afford to fish even if you go to your three houses every day.
But if I were the father of a general family with a wife and a son, my family wouldn't admit it, even if it was financially possible.
(Can your wife forgive you enough to celebrate your retirement?)
Good luck with your work so far. It's the guy.
(No, don't waste it for old age money, or they might say)
Me shrugging my shoulders thinking of a possible situation.
There are people who say, 'Money is not omnipotent'. But isn't the word itself, 'so close to omnipotence that I'm illusioned'?
"Thank you for waiting"
When I'm thinking, the voice of a woman who feels gentle gets in my ear.
If you look up, there's a mentored light patrol teacher there who's finished his discipline. Playtime is over, so we're both headed to the lobby.
"Are you all right?
On the way out of the playroom and down a wide range of loosely curved stairs, Teaching Light Patrol teacher suddenly falls ill.
If you call her who grabbed the railing and managed to support her, she will apologize the other way around. The feeling of playing anything seems to have suddenly hit back.
(Well, this too, if you're her)
Most other women don't get out of bed. Again, this is a difference in local power. It would be the result of what I've been piling up.
"Because it will fit right in"
That's all you need. I said, 'I'll drop you off' and I won't give in. This area is also the focus of Teaching Light Patrol Sensei on her work.
(Sounds like a scene from a time play)
A woman who creates an incentive to meet the protagonist in a line called "The Sick". It looks a lot like that.
He calmed down while thinking about what the "what" is. I stretched my spine again. I held hands with her and arrived in the lobby.
"See you again, please"
Say goodbye at the counter and gently hug. Teaching you to smile and wave. Turn your back on Inspector Light and walk out of the store.
(That's every time)
I scratched my neck with my fingers because the guests in front of me split left and right. It was quite crowded, but a straight path was formed that led to the front door.
Incidentally, this is an event that occurs above advanced stores. I don't see it first in intermediate or junior whorehouses.
"Bi-perfection and Creature of the Wangdu Hanayou Realm"
Doctor Slime's name and face sell more to the gentlemen who sell their names in the pleasure streets.
(Well, okay)
It feels better to be respected than ridiculed.
Thoughtful, outrageous behavior. You should be careful not to even do that.
(Uhm)
I wandered the lobby and went outside, soaking up the scent of soap.
If you breathe up gently, beyond the clear air of autumn, stars are blinking that can't even beat the brightness of the lights in the pleasure streets.
The cool breeze was pleasant for the body with the heat.
This one, on the other hand, is in the store after Tauro left.
Shortly after Doctor Slime's back went blind, Teaching Light Patrol fell ill again and took to the counter.
Remember that one?
Asked in a gentle tone was the magnificent concierge. I guess the reason I don't panic is because it's an occasional sight.
This is what happens to Tauro's opponent the moment she loses her temper.
(... Wow)
This is the voice of the minds of the working women sitting on the chicks and sidelines.
And they, and those who call themselves the fierce men of the lobby, watched. Leaning against the railing in the middle of the stairs, and now, once again, grabbing her by the counter.
(Doctor, that's it)
(I can't, I can't. I can't deal with them.)
Fighting, chick sitting up girls who know her as a instructor. And much of the sideline momentum turned blue in the face and shook his head small, left and right.
(Top behind Jaanne, isn't she? That's all I'm saying)
(What moves do you use? Could you show it to me in front of you for once?)
And from the old man to the young, confident gentlemen roar in his arms and groin.
The roar turned to a blur, probably because Teaching Light Patrol Sensei looked up.
"Let your forehead stick to your sweaty floating forehead and smile shyly with moist eyes on your upbeat cheeks"
That figure of Teaching Light Patrol Sensei struck the men directly in the heart.
Some people talked to the concierge about whether or not they could fight now, but this is the last time she will show up today. That's the style when dealing with Doctor Slime.
(Customers started to move)
A magnificent concierge that narrows your eyes while watching the lobby.
The strong colored incense, which had dissipated unintentionally by Teaching Light Patrol Sensei, seems to have pushed his back. Those who were interested in chatting also walk in front of the chicks and sidelines in search of their opponents.
Even today, Jayanne was at peace.