Mountains near Wangdu, like landscaped paintings, dotted in yellow and red.
Street trees in the city are similarly colored, and the occasional weak wind tickles the passers-by's ears with a dry sound.
"Great day to go"
I'm sure you do, but unfortunately it's a weekday. In the afternoon, early to the end of the school of what is, those with jobs will work until the sun falls.
In the meantime, I was in the lobby of an advanced whorehouse, nodding myself on a cream-coloured skinned couch and enjoying a conversation with an acquaintance.
"A school with black bikinis made it to the finals. But the new technique of stepping on the soles of the groin became forbidden on the spot."
I'm talking about the semi-finals of the Hanado Women's Wang Metropolitan Games I watched with Mr. Cool the other day.
Never just storm into a whorehouse at the same time as opening at noon and spend a carefree time with your kind after a battle.
"The whorehouse is a social place for gentlemen and ladies"
As the saying goes, this is an important place for exchanging information for those in a significant social position.
"Naturally, I guess. Too violent, out of the thrust of the flower path of melting sweetly"
Nodding back face to face was a fat middle-aged man who looked thick with chest hair. In the Wangdu Hanayu realm, he is quite a well-known gentleman.
By the way, my name is Rude at the Welcome Hotel, and I fought alongside my groin against super mature giants and tongue-leaders from the eastern country.
"But even if it were considered an anomaly, did it not cover the victory or defeat? It's a shame."
The Blue Bikini School used the Eternal Lettering Method, which seemed to arouse my interest in a move to raise my voice with one fingertip.
(I was expecting something then, too)
I remind myself of the sights right after the game while showing my consent.
After the athletes left, the referees went up to the ring to create a circle of people and begin discussions. It was not long before the presiding judge, an old woman, turned back to the audience.
"I don't approve of electricity."
He spoke semantically about the definition of moves, but in summary, this is it.
"Could this be a reversal victory for the blue bikini?
You can't even tell me I leaked that to Mr. Cool next door.
But the beauty with the expression does not come aboard this exaltation, she shrugs her shoulders small and spits out words.
"I don't think so. Because there is the principle of non-retroactivity of the law."
I don't know what that means and I don't respond. Mr. Cool, who saw it, explained it politely.
"We must not judge the past by the rules of later decision."
They have such a decision.
"I see."
If you ask me, it would be natural.
No matter how strictly the contract is stiffened, it can be counter-accidental.
"It's only about the game after that that that's against the rules. I hear that's what happened."
When I regained consciousness of the present, I explained it with a good face. Then I'll also use the word 'non-retroactive of the law', which I just learned.
"Again, it will be"
But the chest-haired gentleman is unimpressed and flushes as normal.
I don't know. I guess I'm more of a minority. In this world, for now, in the kingdom, it seems to be a general idea.
"Blue bikini school left in the semifinals. But there's always a chance to see the Eternal Eight."
Push and kill the shame and take the view to comfort.
"Without a doubt, other schools will imitate. And eventually, there will be a whorehouse to incorporate."
In fact, in Jayanne, research continues with the aim of completing the form by the teaching light patrol teacher.
At the dawn when she was convinced of perfectionism, she would begin to teach the girls of her godchildren.
(At that time, I'd love to see it)
An exceptionally skilled instructional light patrol teacher blames the girls with his fingertips on the bed.
She's nice to me, but she's called a ghost by her godchildren. I'm sure you can't stop fingertipping like a white fish, even if you're stuffy and crazy and begging for forgiveness.
(Really good)
Imagine the sight and rub your fingers under your likely stretching nose.
"I am the creator of the move, so I have the right to see the first class"
If you insist, you must be admitted. While creating a troubled look, the figure of the instructional light patrol teacher who guides me comes to my attention.
A fat old man's voice echoed where I secretly decided my mind.
"You're right. Let's hope and wait."
This concludes the story of the Flower Road Games. We take a thin cup of white magnetism from the table, moisten our throats with tea, and bring it back to the plate.
"By the way, has Lord Doctor Slime ever been to Big Mom's?
With all the shifts, now the chest-haired gentleman cuts out the story.
"Big Mom"
That's not the name of the store itself, but the generic name of the play.
A middle-aged woman, rich around her chest and ass, besides around her belly, says she is thoroughly spoiled and affectionate enough to suffocate her male guests.
Of course you can do it to the end, or you can just bury it in your skin and sleep.
"When you're mentally weak, there's nothing more."
Hobbyists say it, but my taste in that direction is weak. I've never been invited, so I don't think I've had any experience.
"Really? As a matter of fact, Big Mama recently created a new play."
I guess the old man's face was just because he knew something he didn't know about the famous Doctor Slime.
It's not like I'm known for the breadth of my defense. But the surroundings seem to envision people as amazing in all directions in terms of 'fame'.
"We have named the previous one 'Suite' and we call it 'Bitter'"
It's fun to listen, even if it's not your preference. When he shows interest, the fat old man happily carries on the words.
"The age is just as high as ever. You have plenty of room in your shape, and that's no different."
The difference is attitude and things. They're coming to deny it in a tough tone.
Affirming it all, 'You're not bad. Because I know' would certainly be bitter (bitter) if it were sweet (sweet) to cuddle me.
"Do you mean exhortation? In words, I felt like I was being slapped in the back and kicked in the ass."
I'll tell you with a bitter smile, but I don't know how good it is. Nature and expression become more rugged, arms tied and neck tilted.
(... you should have said that. who liked it)
It occurred to me that when I was a new employee in my previous life, I was a big senior who still worked after retirement. That's what Grandpa's favorite snack mom looked like.
Anyway, he scolds his grandfather, who is strong and makes weak noises.
(What is this?)
The spear is also pointed at me, and even though it's the first time I've met him, he's been beating me up for nothing.
It was very unpleasant and honestly I never wanted to go again. But there is the sadness of the new employees, as a substitute for the young seniors, touched by folds.
"Those tough words are because they really care about me and you."
On his way home, Grandpa decided to say so and said, 'Never go to a store where you can line up just words with good ears. It's just a lie,' he advised.
(What the hell are you talking about, flattery and social dictionaries treating you like a liar too? And hey, don't you believe too much in dry moms)
In my long life as a company employee, I may have made a lot of mistakes.
I don't want to feel bad when I get home from work, because after two months of dating, I imitated my surroundings and kept my distance.
(Is it the same sensibility as that big senior)
Staring at the chest-haired gentleman face to face with that thought, he wasn't. When the old man opened his hands, he shrugged his shoulders and exhaled loudly.
"No, I'm here. That's no different than being with my wife. I've seen your face on the seed of the story, but if you're Big Mom, I'm a sweet choice."
Tired of his personal life, he went to Big Mom's for healing. That's where I waited for a woman my age to hoist her eyes and blame herself.
Surely this would suffice at home. There's no point in extending your legs to the pleasure district.
(Probably bitter Big Mom, disappears. But)
The temper to devise something new and try it without fear of risk. I think that's the wonderful thing about the Wang Du Hanayu Realm.
"The diversity of play in pleasure streets is one of the leading in the Ost continent"
Because it is so acclaimed, the generic name of "Flower Capital" given. And the names are supported by managers who are not comfortable now, led by the wind clouds in the industry.
(Sleep in peace)
Praying for the store's blessings to his heart, the chest-haired gentleman remarked an unexpected conclusion.
"I didn't think it would be long, but it seems like a lot of customers are in there. People's preferences vary, as do insects who prefer bitter grass."
I was small surprised by the words, and I'm convinced next.
Even if it's a small percentage, I guess there are people who like it as much as Grandpa. And because the market is large in Wangdu, small shops may become management.
(That's the King's Capital. It's the flying butterflies and bees that make so many flowers)
I was impressed, I said my own thoughts.
"What if you were a young woman, not a big mom? I might be glad to hear you stab me in the chest."
I imagined, 'The Queen's Word Blame'.
If it was from a sexy beauty with big breasts and buttocks and thin hips, like an exploded bottom sister.
(Wouldn't that be a reward)
That's what I thought, and I realize.
("Sin and Punishment" store and the content of the play will be suffered)
I can't really say what a new attempt is. To me with a frown root, a gentleman with chest hair told me in a light tone.
"I do. Dr. Slime is right."
Fact is, sometimes, they go above and beyond imagination.
"Originally, I tried Big Mom's Bitter with a good mouth."
Additionally, 'If you don't mind, can I show you now?' And go on, fat old man.
"Please!
I responded promptly because I had nothing planned for today and was worried about how to kill time.
He lifted his hips off the couch with a broken chest hair gentleman and went outside the store.
"Nearby, let's walk away"
In a few minutes, as I said, I arrived at the store. From the boulevard of Pleasure Street, I went inside a bottle, an intermediate shop from the standpoint.
I've been through this many times, but I can't remember.
(like it was a different kind of store)
The elimination is intense for intermediates and below. Perhaps here too, the building was replaced by a tenant as it was.
Continue to the lobby, following a chest-haired gentleman who knows the wind by himself. There was a reception counter at the poke, and for some reason there was an independent chick stand on both sides.
"This way."
As prompted, head to the front of the left hand chick stand.
Recently, the women, wearing blazers and sailor-like uniforms, sit in stair-style seats with arms and chests tied up.
I saw that look, and it just hardened a little.
(Too young)
I imagined the early twenties on my own, but one turn would be downstairs.
Doesn't matter to me, the fat, chest-haired old man nominates a girl with long hair ponytail.
The luxurious girlfriend came out of the chick stand to the counter or hugged her under her waist as a tackle.
"Mamah!"
Sudden assault, sudden ugliness. The gentlemanly atmosphere earlier, where has it gone?
I'm upset and I look around, but there's no fuss.
The elderly concierge smiled calmly, and there was no appearance that the sparkling guests cared.
(Is this a permissible store?
An old man diving his head under his skirt and saying, 'What are you doing! I'm not an idiot,' said a ponytail girl who drooped from the top to her hips slapping her with a bang.
The blush is adorable.
"I made up my mind. Return to your mom. Let me in your house."
Saying something unexplained, the former gentleman with chest hair gritted his head to the left and right.
I guess that just exceeded the limit, with the concierge closing in and ear punching at the middle hips.
"Continue in the playroom"
Such contents come to pass.
The old man stood up when he opened the girl, and when he returned his expression with a cough, he gave me a gentleman's smile.
"I'll see you later"
The two of them go up the stairs as the girl scolds them and still seems friendly to them.
When I regained my mind, I let my gaze swim back to the chick altar.
(... they all seem to feel strong)
I'm willing to try, but I can't decide on one right now. To me like that, some people start to look obviously irritated.
It's faint, but I also hear voices like 'Guzz' and 'What are you doing'.
(hey, this is kinda)
With time, the wall on the other side gets higher. I thought about turning back, but you'd be rude to the chest-haired gentleman who brought me here.
"Customer. We have another course"
An old concierge who stands behind me like that at some point and whispers suggestions. Maybe he's used to being a last-minute butt customer.
If you ask what it looks like, say it's a suite.
(Is that the younger version of Big Mom?)
At least it looks better on me than Bitter.
Please, they took me on the other side of the counter. From the entrance it was a chick stand in the front of his right hand.
(You're no different than my left hand)
As much as the Magic Girls of Sione. Is it possible for the age group to be able to play the role of daughter of a bowl of parents and children, such as' maternal play '?
Frequently worried, he regained his mind and raised his face.
(Fair enough. I've been through everything.)
Notice the aggressive gaze and give the number on the owner's chest plate.
Momentum stood up and showed up at the counter as a delightful girl with only my height to my chest.
"Leave it to me!
Declare yourself well and you will take my hand to the stairs. The hard work makes me smile.
(This is it, don't feel like you're going to get a different healing from Big Mom)
It was me who was brought into the playroom with one arm pulled with both hands.