Manager of the Other World Brothel

Darkness.

The lights that had gone out lit the stores, and the night of King's Capital Glen Kaina is about to start again today.

Well, unless the (...) star (...) of this (...) suddenly breaks, that's the obvious story.

I don't care how far away this planet and they are from Earth, or how different the world is in the first place, that sort of thing has gotten better a long time ago.

What we know for sure is that night is the time for us to make money.

Glenn, one of the great powers of the Teravic continent, its king's capital, Glenn Kaina.

Poetically known as "The Dreamland of the Continent" and directly as "The Best Sex Capital of the Continent" or "The Sluttest Capital in the World," this city is the manager (manager) who divides the number one whorehouse known as "The Dream of the Walnut (Papilio Somnium)".

That's me.

Naturally, the owners of the stores are different, but where and what they do is a mystery to me.

You should see him once a year.

Anyway, they even say, "No woman of any race can buy in this city," and it's pretty hard to keep number one here.

The Mercenaries of Time swept the continent to the kingdom of Glenn.

Hundreds of years after the founding of the country, the characteristic remains rich, and the regular army and the desolate, such as mercenaries and adventurers, prefer to live in this city.

They come for "the best sex capital on the continent," and there are a lot of rich people who want to suspect that they have brains on their lower bodies, and they don't have any problems with customers at all.

But there are enough competitors to sweep and throw away for that matter, and the replacement is intense.

We cannot survive without collecting large quantities of Y (...) Y (...) women (...) and providing inexpensive and secure services.

It's easy to say in a nutshell that Y (...) Y (...) woman (...), but this guy is reasonably tough when it comes to actually collecting them.

To buy women from all over the continent, there are customers from all over the continent (both sketchy yarrows) (...) The race, shape (style), age, and style of play seen as women (...) are naturally thousands of different.

It's interesting to see from the side, but it's not a glimmer when you try to align it to meet the needs of your customers (both sketchy yarrows).

Again, the world doesn't stop at the standard human species alone, but also when beasts (serianthropes) and subhumans (demi humans) are well present.

I wondered if there was a high demand from the same family, and it is still a reality that most human species change the color of their eyes and buy even at high prices.

I just have to be odd to say that there will be the most humans in the world.

Naturally (...) Yi (...) woman (...) has a lot of fees deducted from other stores, and the cost of labor (cost) is high even if you hire one.

Well, a "good woman" for us is a "good woman" because she earns more than the labor costs involved, and I don't mind there.

Just look at it. It's beautiful, but it doesn't work as a whore for a fool.

The problem is that "good women", or money making ladies, are in a position to choose a store.

They sell their charms and bodies for a purpose or a reason, but they never sell them cheaply.

Excellent looks and floor technique, and the kind of superior balls that customers already have on them don't move the store just because they treat them better than just gold.

It's natural for me to make money.

It is what conditions the store adds to it that matters.

Although the laws of the kingdom guarantee the right of whores to choose a store and therefore cannot be ostensibly flashy, the big box (...) is probably directly managed by an uninterrupted organization in the back.

On the day that the selling lady made the transfer, it can be taken for granted that she would come to the store to which she was transferred and harass the lady in a tangible and intangible way.

So, it is the normal driving of this city that relies on the official constitution to pretend not to see it.

In order to have it properly controlled, we can't even send the official constitution a small bun, but there's no way we can compete with a box with a big sole proprietorship like ours in the exchange around.

Why in that "Dream of the Walnut (Papilio Somnium)" is able to maintain number one.

The reason for this is a lot about my abilities.

I'm a so-called transworlder.

I remember vividly when I was a kid, I was suddenly thrown into this world with no context whatsoever.

Demons (monsters) and magic existed, and I was never tired of being thrown out into this world where the great Powers would go to war with each other, and I was given nothing but the "power" to live there as I please.

Powerful attack magic was not available, nor were amateurs given weapons to deal with demons (monsters).

He was just a powerless kid from the planet.

If God and I are really here, I'd like to ask you once and for all why you sent me here.

Coincidentally, if the owner (owner) of this store hadn't come through, I wouldn't have noticed the unique magic I had been given, and it would have ended with an unnamed oak.

Well, the oak was burned out without a trace by the owner's flame magic.

Damn, I have overwhelming magic like the owner too.

I would have lived a glorious life as an adventurer, or as a court wizard.

Well, it doesn't mean I don't care that much about my life right now.