From the central square of Wangdu, a pleasant neighborhood stretches west. There is an intermediate whorehouse in an alley that contains one bottle more than the boulevard that penetrates east and west, and it seems like it has not been long since the store opened.
I was invited here by an acquaintance, a chest-haired gentleman.
"Hey, what do you want a drink for? I think this is delicious."
Girl with back length only to my chest, turning to me sitting on the sofa in the playroom, trying to get herself on the table and pointing to the menu.
"Well, let's do that. Do you mind if I join you?
A picture of a drink, painted beside the letters on the menu. One dish with plenty of raw cream floating in the foaming green liquid looks sweet.
Not my taste, to be honest, but I decided to ask.
(Again, I want a drink)
I laugh bitterly at the way my face shines and snorts, knowing that my predictions were right.
But it was the old woman who brought it in, just out of the assumption.
(Normally, young apprentices come. No, wait.)
In the first place, the Lord of this room is too young. If you think of other whorehouse apprenticeships, it could be reversed instead of the same age.
"One of your three houses, Sione."
That's just using 'Magic Girl' as a sign, and the main focus of the chicks is low age. But as there is a 'bowl of parents and children', the lineup ranges from mother to sister class.
In other words, there are those who can become mentors of the apprentice child.
(but probably not here)
Suite in bitter. I peered at two chicks, but they were all the same age as the girl in front of me.
(If the teacher is an elderly person who has brought drinks)
An old woman who receives a chip with a gentle grin and leaves the room with a gratuity. The spine stretches steadily and there are no gaps in standing and behaving.
(It still hasn't broken down, but Sakashi used to be a beauty)
Men who stand on their groin masts and cross the sea of pleasure streets with sails named trousers all over their cups.
She kept rowing all over herself more than she did on her younger days, a veteran man rider with a mistake.
(No more demand from customers, retiring from active duty. It hits backward guidance. I guess that's the place)
However, at this time, during the opening hours of the whorehouse. In sports terms, we're in the middle of a game. I'm not going to let an athlete practice.
I guess I'm doing a waitress's imitation while I make a dime in my spare time.
(But)
Girl sitting on a face-to-face sofa, sucking up green liquid from a glass with a straw, making a happy look. I'm bluffing my legs because they don't reach the floor.
Take words to your heart as you gaze at the thin thighs peeking out of your skirt.
(If it's enough to carry drinks, I wish I could go to the store)
Girls in line at the chicks' table, who seem to be very attentive. Instead of smiling at the guests I had come to choose from, I was even stunned.
Impossible as a customer service business. But it's not that the old girls are poorly educated, I can feel something deliberate.
"Shops for Less Demand"
The owner's management policy, this would be for sure.
(If we're going for a gap, we'll talk about aligning the two extremes.)
Blue fruit with strong teeth and acidity, just starting to swell. Sitting next to it are old women who have passed ripeness and become numb.
Both sides will stand out in appearance.
"Even grapes that have grown mildew and dried out have aromatic aromas and intense sweetness when put into their mouths, don't they? People also have something called precious rot. Try it. '
This is a small old man's word reminiscent of Goblin, who heads up in the Merchant Guild.
"If you get used to it, it's a contract to get sick."
That's what keeps pulling my sleeve and often inviting me. Although I politely refuse because I'm out of defensive range, I'm not going to deny it to my liking.
(If there is even a slight demand, we should supply it.)
Rather, think so. Because I think it will lead to more people's happiness.
I snorted alone, but it would be significant to have gotten to know someone.
"Wind Clouds in the Industry"
Meeting a skinny old man with a cat back who stood on the management's side was definitely broadening my horizons.
"Open your mouth. Because it tastes good."
If you notice your voice and look at it, the face of a pleasant girl approaching you. Immediately after, he was deprived of his lips and poured the liquid that was in his mouth.
(Wow)
Sudden mouth transfer. And overflowing in the mouth is the carbonated water mixed with raw cream.
Not a metaphor, sweet, that's also tremendous.
But I had no choice but to drink it down. On her knees along the way, she turned her hands around to the back of my head and kept pressing her lips until her throat moved.
(Light, weight)
Get your face off me, little, luxurious girl laughing nicely. That's what I think as I smile back at her.
Wouldn't it be the lightest weight ever?
"Come here. I'm gonna give you a massage."
Me getting my arm pulled once again and letting me sit on the edge of the bed. I get a shoulder rub from the back but it doesn't work perfectly because of my lack of muscle strength.
(But hard work. It conveys the desire to be useful)
As she narrows her eyes to devotion, she is prompted to lie down in bed. When I obeyed, I came up on my knees to my back.
It would be part of a massage, but I don't weigh enough to push my bump. But I have no intention of complaining.
"Animals are huge while they're hairy"
Same as this. I feel comfortable skinning.
"Well, let's go to the shower"
Me getting out of bed and getting my clothes off. I'm struggling to unbutton the neck of my shirt even though I stand back for the girl to arrive.
It must be because of the small hands and the lack of power.
"It's okay. Don't worry about it."
I tried to help, and they stopped me.
(Professional insistence. Or maybe the guy called 'When I Want to Take Care of You')
I was reminded when I took the bus with my relatives' children.
"I'll push you!
You must have noticed the stops approaching the advertising announcement.
If you nod, immediately press the 'Down button' and let the sound of a ping-pong sound into the car.
A grin filled with a look back and the look on the girl's face at me every time she took one off. They were both of the same kind.
(I'll take care of everything)
After that, I won't do anything, but I will.
It is bubbled up and flushed in the shower. Careful water removal in the bath towel if you move over the foot wipe mat.
(You surrender)
I didn't raise my hands only to have them wipe my armpits. It is a declaration of defeat to what you doubt is possible for her to 'play motherhood'.
(In a way, it outweighs Big Mom)
I think I'm narrowing my eyes and exhaling quietly.
"Dedicated and Cute Care Received From A Girl Who Doesn't Even Go Old"
The 'sorry', or 'guilt', that this gives is not ready for Big Mom.
Reach hard for a hand with a bath towel, but still claw ahead without reaching. His father was inspired by his appearance, and he came all the way here.
(Finally)
Once again, he pulls his hand and directs him to bed. To me lying naked on my back, the girl with the bath towel wrapped around her body spans.
Half-eyed, he quietly lowers his back as he exhales.
(I feel like I've grown up)
My belongings aren't like being whistled at first sight.
But things are relative. Because they are small and luxurious, they feel like fine belongings.
(From here on, do you rely on your weight?)
Quietly and slowly, luxurious hips that bite your lips but sink away. I breathed out a small breath as I endured the agony.
An hour and a little later, me walking down the stairs to the lobby, amicably wrapping my arms around the girl.
After saying goodbye in front of the counter, he looked around the lobby and discovered a chest-haired gentleman waving on the sofa set in the back.
"Thank you for waiting. After that, I spent a lot of time deciding who to deal with."
Explain as you sit face to face.
After the chest-haired gentleman disappeared to the stairs with Bitter Girl, I butted in and moved to the suite of chicks.
The fat old man I heard knocked on his knees and made a grin.
"Did Lord Doctor Slime put pressure on the girls? I wanted to see it."
I have to shrug my shoulders to the same overestimation.
The old man then wanted to know the play of the suite. They only tried bitters in this store.
"Basically, you're just like Big Mom."
The only difference is the age physique of the woman and the movement of my mind over it. Personally, I prefer this one to Big Mom.
"What as an escaped being, what kind of play is Bitter?
After you finish stating it, point the water at it.
The chest-haired gentleman, who was nodding as he listened, grinned and opened his mouth.
"She sits on the edge of the bed with her hips and arms and legs together. I poke my knee in front of the carpet and nodded down. That's where you start."
The tone is bright, but the picture surface imagined is terrible.
The next girl with a long ponytail temper seems to have begun wasting and cursing at the old man.
Shut up and say, 'Say something! This Usnoro,' he said, beating him with words and stepping on his head with his feet.
"If you feel weight on the back of your head, it's time to start fighting back. I grabbed my ankle and flipped it behind my back, and said, 'Damn it! It's covered with screams."
By the way, Big Mom's bitter course broke my heart before I got here.
"Even if the girl curses me, my cheeks just loosen. But from the same age, I stabbed him."
After shaking his head left and right, a chest-haired gentleman returns to the story.
First of all, stay put, fight one battle with strength. But the other person doesn't give in.
Shortly after he was spit out into the back of his body, he said, 'To this extent? You're weak,' he said, laughing with his nose.
"Naturally, we're entering World War II without letting go of our bodies. If your opponent doesn't break, we'll go on even further."
Today's opponent said he held out until the middle of the third round.
You must have remembered, the chest-haired gentleman's eye drops to melt.
"You can call it flair. You can't stop."
Along the way, she said, she came in for a deep kiss with her mouth saying '... you fool'.
Her eyes were moist, her cheeks were red, and her tongue, which she had entangled, was very hot.
"I felt like I was fallen, and I was freaked out."
Not that the long ponytail girl is special, but that the other girls will have more or less the same end point.
They say the chest-haired gentleman has experience with more than half of the bitter chicks, so there's no mistake.
(unrelated to healing, but sounds interesting)
When I heard the story, I wanted to give it a try. However, since I am thin on my own, I think I will invite my best friend's muscle youth.
(The Knights of the Kingdom are not as busy as they used to be)
The old man asks me to evaluate him with the same eyes as I expected.
"How was this store? Did you like it?"
Naturally, I snort so loud that my jaw gets to my chest.
"Of course. Now I'm going to try the bitter one."
A chest-haired gentleman with a full smile.
"Introduced the store to Doctor Slime and earned high praise"
I hear this thing is going to be an old man's medal.
(Though not a big man)
Sigh so you don't know while shrugging your shoulders.
After breaking up in the lobby and leaving the store, looking back at the sunset stretching out into the sky from the west, it was me who decided, 'This is where the next adult gourmet club will be'.
Far northwest, under the same red sky, over the Empire. By the river is built an elegant castle with many arches and spires.
Though made of white marble, it was now stained in the sunset and lit up in rosy colour.
"I've lived a long journey, but it's not as beautiful as I can see."
Leaking exclamation was one of three men looking side-by-side. I guess this majestic fat middle-aged man is the leader because he stands in the middle.
World's Best (World Champion)
That's what I'm called because I've been ranked # 1 in the world for a long time in the battle between men and women. But the main position is "Lawyer teaching skills to women in a whorehouse."
Because he was also top notch there, he had experience walking all over the Ost continent as he was invited.
But there are no women in Rose Castle in front of me, so I never visited them.
"If the sun falls across the hill, it will be dark at once. Let's go into the inn before then."
The shaving marks on his beard, the blue Thirty Road, prompted him to move even as he indicated his consent. It would be the youngest of these.
Now they are in the castle town of Rose Castle. The castle is on the other side across the river and we just got there in a golem carriage.
As soon as we started walking down the river, we stopped at the beauty of the scenery.
"Blue beard is right. How strong you are, you're no match for number."
The last one, the tall beard, also continued because your husband's # 1 (world champion) didn't snort.
In fact, this fat middle-aged man wanted to see it change from evening to night.
"If this is your first time here, how about it"
In the surprising gaze returned, the mustache shrugs his shoulders and scratches his head.
"All the people in this town are looking for the Rose Cup. But just because you're a man doesn't mean you're all gentlemen."
He is pulled into the alley in the dark, literally matched by 'painful eyes' by an unintended opponent. They don't do that very often.
While her middle-aged husband glances intriguingly at her, it is the men's flower coach on a shaved blue vacation who made a fabulous expression.
"Don't you say that."
I guess it's from that thought.
Whatever the tall beard was, they sold their fights to themselves in Landburn out of jealousy and were knocked down with a sword in their groin.
"Golem carriages parked on the side of the street, take a distance when passing beside them. Otherwise, you'll have about four fat arms stretched out and they'll take you home."
His face and his own buttocks. 'Sometimes he can't go home until this day sets and he rises from the other side.' From that point of view, maybe it's an experience.
"I see, let's be careful"
Thick middle-aged man shrugging his shoulders and returning his heel.
Two disciplined and now completely captivated, but experienced in watching the Rose Cup. I thought I should obey what my ancestors said.
He's also a benefactor.
A good, fleshy ass of Bluebeard Thirty Road who stands and walks ahead to guide you. Looking at it, I think fat middle-aged.
I saw a poster in the Wang capital and impulsively went for Rose Castle (Rose Castle), but I hadn't found anything then.
"A man is better than a woman"
What I was feeling thin, I don't deny it.
But what I came to admit to myself was the lodging town inn on the way. It starts with the blue beard sitting next to me in the bathroom, and the fact that I've done my eyes on its groin.
"You, I've been watching the flicker."
It was meant to be insignificant, but it seemed to be broken. After they call me in the stripper, they take me straight to my room.
"You have a good, meaty body."
Thirty way coach looking around to lick the fat middle-aged man behind to the corner of the room. The blue beard, which took a spiritual advantage, was on the predator's side at this point, and the tone was from above, unlike now.
But even if men are inexperienced, the world's best (world champion) is a professional about women.
"What is this technology? You weren't a beginner!
He took his back before he was devoured, and thanked him to the back mouth, so much so that the tip of the coach's fingernails floated on the wall.
The excitement I felt then and the fullness after I did it. It was something I had lost in recent years, and it was the best thing in my life.
(I didn't know there was such a wonderful world on the other side that took away the walls of my heart)
Now that I think about it, I guess I was immature to worry about.
(The first step is to take a step. You can decide later whether you like it or not, continue or stop)
As advised, the best in the world (World Champion) walks between the Golem carriages. Peek sideways and you'll see a few men in the passenger carriage.
If they are hunters. And if I was in the middle of a single door.
By now, it could have been eaten like a bump.
(I think it's also an experience, but I also need to be disappointed on the first day of arrival)
Let's look forward to later. He was the world's # 1 thinker (world champion).