Isekai Kaeri no Ossan wa, Fusei Sukiru de Fathercon Musume-tachi o Tororori ni

While I was having fun with the ladies at the extreme, Kundo was around saying hello.

He repeatedly jokes and exchanges business cards, bowing in momentum that can break his hips when his opponent is older.

Even if it is the back society to which it belongs, this generation of human beings is noisy about upward and downward relationships.

Conversely, a group much younger than Kundo - that's probably half grey - even if they call out to those they think are older to see, "What is this old man?" Attitude.

Behavior that is firmer when people say it's a bad gala college circle than a criminal.

I see, is this the new generation of outlaws?

The world has completely changed while I was gone... and when I was in the mood for Taro Urashima, I found Mr. Hayasaka and the others at the edge of my sight. Hi. I don't seem to be familiar with the party atmosphere and I'm deciding on the flowers on the wall.

We both have dark hair and unusually good posture, and the air is obviously different from other female participants.

Sure that's hard to talk to - or something... private clothes cops stink, huh?

I rush to the side of Mr. Hayasaka and the others.

"What are you doing, if you don't look like you're having more fun, you'll float"

Whispering caution, the two of them have protested with a grumpy face.

"What do you want me to talk to the Gorotsky people about? I feel like shooting them all."

"Mr. Neutral preferred such a flashy girl."

Ignore Kato, who is angry from a slightly uneven point of view, and I shrug my neck.

"I know you don't like it, but Hayasaka and the others just have a cataclysmic vibe, so if you don't make an effort to get familiar with your surroundings, you're suspicious."

"Hmm. Like you, you want me to be surrounded by young heterosexuals and make a fool of myself?

"Huh?... Oh, I guess that's good too. Even I didn't really feel like it, but I couldn't help but show the girls the art to blend in on this occasion.... No, that was a really hard task!

Mr. Hayasaka's eyes on me were those of a perfectly unscrupulous alibi worker.

"Fine. If you say that, I'll play with the boys over there. Is that okay? That's really good!

"Nothing good... why are you asking for my confirmation"

……

Somehow Mr. Hayasaka turned to the half grey group with prick and anger.

Kato went after him, but he looked back along the way and said, "I don't know if you get numbed," he said.

... Why are you both in such a bad mood?

I don't know what that means. Hey, I was just sticking with a young girl, as usual.

Is that it? From a woman who's so righteous that she becomes an officer, do you feel like you can't forgive a man who deleads to more than one opposite sex?

Neither Mr. Hayasaka nor Mr. Kato are my girlfriends, so I wish I didn't have to worry about that.

Repeating the ass bat as I twisted my neck, the direction they were headed began to make a lot of noise.

"You're a cop!

... I have a bad feeling.

I rush to the voiced area, or half-grey group of rattling tables.

"What the fuck? What happened to you?

"This bitch's a cop! It's not an amateur move!

As I stretched my neck and peeked in, the seemingly retarded young man had been given an aikido move by Mr. Hayasaka.

He's got his right arm twisted to his back and his joints dictated.

The key Mr. Hayasaka said...... the beginning and end of looking at me with a face like "Shit, what do I do?"

This is probably that one.

Mr. Hayasaka was suddenly touched by that young man and supposedly made a move reflexively.

It may be an occupational disease to have a protective technique move on your feet, but it would only be a suicide bomber while undercover.

"Police? Why?

"I don't know. I didn't get a word from anybody."

"But isn't it okay because it's a party that the police attend, too?

"Then you'd be the first to call me that! This woman named herself Gravia Idol!

Half Greg Loop's intentions diffuse throughout the venue.

... what am I supposed to do with this.

You want me to call Kundo and introduce you to these kids as corrupt cops I know?

That's Kundo guy, you just bluntly missed your eye!? "Wow, there's nothing I can do about it." That's it.

Much obliged.

I just have to clean up here on my own.

I draw the crowd and approach Mr. Hayasaka and the brown-haired man.

"Uh, do you have a minute?"

"Who is it? Whoa - Magician Neutral? Seriously? Wow, I knew you could host thanks to Dark Sales."

"Yeah, well, an entertainer is like half a yakuza, and I hope to see you in the future. I'm sorry to make such a scene, but these kids are my oysters."

What is oyster sauce? As always, Mr. Hayasaka and the others are tilting their necks, but now I don't have time to make up my mind.

"The oyster? Are you really cooperating with the investigation?

"That's not true. I'm a corrupt entertainer with no interest whatsoever but to use my power and visibility to slut with girls. Believe me."

"Hmm sure you look sketchy, and messed up enough to get engaged to active JK... but hey, I don't even have to feel slightly righteous"

"Hey, what are you talking about..."

How the hell can I make you believe that I'm just a slut and that Mr. Hayasaka and the others are just oysters?

Unlike the usual excuses, it's more difficult to prove yourself a piece of junk.

"Then you, try rubbing this woman's milk?

The half grey with brown hair said, pointing to Mr. Hayasaka with his jaw.

"What?"

"If this guy's really oyster, he should be able to do that, right? Hey, what's that side of it? Can't you really do this because you're a P.O.D. cop?

"Hey, what..."

Do it, Mr. Hayasaka whispers in his ear.

(Mr. Hayasaka!?

(Does oyster mean like a mistress? It comes through in nuances. Just rub my chest)

(But...)

(If my identity is exposed here, I won't be able to rescue the girl I want!

I don 't--

What I need to do...

"... ok"

I have no other choice.

We can only rub the milk of a lady cop and do our civic duty.

That's the justice I can do.

"Now you believe me!?

When I went around behind Mr. Hayasaka, I stuck my hand in my clothes.

Sleeveless high neck sweaters could easily penetrate from underarm.

"No way this guy - rubbing raw milk!?

"I thought we were gonna do it from the top of our clothes!

"Do That or Neutral!

I rub my breast in my heart as I apologize.

Lift from the bottom, gather from the sides, and crush from the top.

That doesn't make me feel like I'm mopping my mistress's body, so I'll also try to add some sinful behavior, like applying the sweat accumulated in the valley all over my chest.

Mr. Hayasaka's cheeks were stained bright red and the momentum of humiliation seemed to fire even now.

But this is to protect you.

Please, I don't want you to cry in my eyes like a lady knight who's being abused!

"Shh, wow... that stray dairy carry, definitely a gesture against oysters...!

"My chest jumps, as you can see from above my clothes! Even we can't touch each other anymore!

"... is there a man who can rub a cop's tits all the way out there? I can't be there. If he was here, he'd be under arrest."

"So that woman is Shiro..."

I'm sorry I doubted you, and the half-greys speak up.

"The oyster sauce should be tighter. Neutral! Next time!

Apparently, this cleared their minds.

I pulled the hands of Mr. Hayasaka, who eats his teeth off with his muggy face, and Kato, who sighs lonely as he looks at his chest, moving to the corner of the venue with his sleaze.

"Damn, be careful. I wasn't there. I don't know what was going on..."

"I need to talk to you later," Hayasaka said in a dossed voice. Probably a novel.

Kato said, as always, "Do you like big breasts?" and other off-target things.

Either way, I can see it's a mine, so I silently looked near the entrance.

We need to get ready so that any girl can come along any time.