Manager of the Other World Brothel

"... it wouldn't have been long if I'd finished."

Miss Cynthia - It's better to call me Sister Cynthia, but if you call me away than I am the manager, I still can't call you Sister. I can't really call it off - but with a deep sigh, I get pompous words.

Chestnut loosely wavy hair and eyes of the same color.

Balanced limbs are taller for women.

Whether it's a special chest or an ass, the number of customers (both sketchy and yellow) who want to be stomped by a long, beautiful curved leg rises considerably.

If you shut up, you'll have a pretty sharp tongue for a face that's a perfect expression.

Even if they can't stand the Lady Lucrezia class, they are quite popular with the kind of people who want to be moderately abused.

Gaps, they get a certain rating in every genre.

But this Cynthia lady is retiring from the whore today.

At the end of the day, I was a little bummed, but there is no reason for Miss Cynthia to continue, even though all the debts that were the reason (...) Yu (...) working in the Dream of the Walnut as a whore have been liquidated.

The hookers of the Walnut Dream (of which) make money by selling their own time and skill in the only reason (...) for the number of hookers to which they belong, but the lady rarely says that it is also (...) of gold (...).

- It's inside, but it's horrible.

I'm not ashamed of myself, and although I make money with my chest up, few ladies continue to whore even if reason (...) Yu (...) disappears.

Some ladies say whores are a vocation. But it is an unmistakable fact that for many ladies it is a tight job.

It's not the same day that people think about it.

You can say that you made Miss Cynthia retire for Darren's husband and his own happiness (...).

In fact, Darren's husband, who owns a shop here in Glen Kaina, Wang capital, disposed of the debt and used it for the rest of the money.

After retiring, I hear you two are going back to Darren's husband's country.

In the countryside, they sell Wangdu stores and open small stores with leftover gold.

I want to dispose of Wang Du's shop, which would have been my dream, but I want him to quit as soon as possible.

According to the man, it's understandable to make a woman fall in love with that much work.

When I'm done paying my debts, I'm going to marry Miss Cynthia.

I'm sure you're not making fun of or scorning a whore.

- I think making a whore is causal.

"You did that. Come on. It's been nine years. It's a long time. Plus, nine years in a whorehouse."

It was nine years ago, when Miss Cynthia was 17, that she became a whore in The Dream of a Walnut.

Then, until today, when I was 26 years old, he was stretching out the middle of "The Dream of a Walnut (of which)".

It's also the oldest corner now, and it's connected to Lunamaria, Miss Laura, and Miss Listia, a good "sister."

It hurts a little to be retired if you're only judging as a manager.

Except for sales and everything, it's hard to get the moral support of the ladies in the store.

People like Lunamaria, Miss Laura, and Miss Listia can be supportive on one side, but popularly, even in the middle, there's another way to support the lady who's been doing this for a long time.

- Fact is, I'm gonna miss all of our top three, Miss Cynthia.

"No excuse, manager. - Let's just say it didn't take long."

Miss Cynthia laughs bitterly.

Nine years can't be long. Oh, my God, Miss Cynthia is the one who knows best.

That's right.

- I really don't care.

"You know what? - I'm sorry."

"Fool, I'm kidding. - I pitied myself and cried when I was 17 when I was a little girl, but thanks to you, I could definitely pay my debts, and I met a guy who liked things like wanting to daughter-in-law a whore. Well, I'm saddened that I burdened Darren with putting my chest up when I said I gave it back."

They laughed at me when I seriously apologized in.

I still don't know the mechanics of conversations around here with women I want to get used to.

"You (Mai) don't have enough luster"

The words said to the owner (owner) come to mind.

I'm sorry, how many years have you been the manager (manager) of a whorehouse, you won't be able to wear it.

It's only zero that I called zero.

On a day when it was inadvertently negative, it was glossy and finally rusty.

Well, if that's what you mean, I think Darren's husband is with me, too, Miss Cynthia?

"Dear Dan,

"In my heart. Then give me a break because that's what I'm calling you. How dare you call me that in front of your manager?"

Literally, if it's Miss Cynthia, even Lunamaria and the other whores are dyeing their cheeks instead of acting or rushing.

A woman (...) surprises me with the multifaceted nature of a creature more than I think it's amazing.

I don't know because the maiden who dyes her cheeks because of the manipulation that satisfies the customer (both sketchy and yellow) as "three petals (tresses)" and what she calls her mistress is living together without contradiction.

In fact, there were quite a few illustrious people like Miss Cynthia who wanted to pay off their debts.

Miss Cynthia has continued to be a whore until today by turning it all down and deciding to accompany Darren's husband, whom she met the first year she became a whore.

Nine years.

I think it's a big deal that at least a rushing merchant and a new whore's blown, flying love will come to fruition in nine years without fading.

I have a dream if you forgive me for the way I put it.

And it wasn't floating, it was a dream that came true with sweat and tears.

"You're so cute."

You rarely show it to me. I accidentally put a needless penetration in my expression.

You don't have the confidence to win, and I haven't had a chance to put it in my mouth without thinking.

"Don't you know that manager? Girls are cute, no matter how many people you like, no matter how much experience you have? It is a creature called a woman who wants to believe in the possibility of love and who will always be adorable. Shouldn't you remember that?

"Heh heh. - You're the enemy, my ladies."

- There you go.

The only way to show the maiden's face is to show it to the person of thought, and it is the sword that gives her back a little bit that makes her cut off.

I'm totally sorry I said something extra, even though I can see you.

"There are a lot of" cute "ladies in front of the manager. Especially the three of us. I can think of one right away?

Besides, the pursuit came.

You didn't really need it.

"They're all cute to me, and I don't know how to tell the difference."

"I'll leave you with that (...) Y (...), Park Min-Jen"

"… freckles"

How dare you, ladies of ancient ginseng?

It's hard to be a Miss Cynthia (class), like I was in before I was assigned a manager in "The Dream of a Walnut (here)".

I don't even know what kind of idiot I am. I know a street is known, but I can't wear it.

On the contrary, being weirdly lifted by the newcomers these days is also unsettling because, on the contrary, I feel like the old ginseng ladies are laughing raw and warm.

"The manager should be a little more confident. I wonder if it would be a little bit easier for you to pass the look that I only show Darren by calling yourself" I can't "while being directed from (...) three (...) people (...) of (...)?

I thought you gave me a break, and I stepped in more.

I'm afraid I won't hesitate because I won't have a chance to talk like this anymore.

What's scary is that it's a statement that you take me and (...) three (...) people (...) seriously, so it's scary that you can't even roll them in smoke (Chem).

"Whether it's an arm that wraps around a walnut dream (of ours) or a whore (of us), I don't know how to thank you. If it's magic, it's totally missed by (...) three (...) people (...) of a (...) - I don't think that's a level - in fact, I wouldn't even say it's a fluke, but why don't we just flunk it up a little bit more?

No, because I'm telling you, Miss Cynthia.

I do understand that being inferior to you is more despicable than necessary, but I don't know if it's going to turn around.

Especially if you're the manager of a whorehouse.

Are you sure?

"A man (...) and (...) and (...). You know what I'm saying, right?

Excuse me.

"I don't care if they say he's a man... my current position, after all, I have an owner. Honestly, I was just trying to push it a little bit, and I don't feel like turning around."

It was the owner (owner) who taught me how to use my unique magic that saved my life and that gave me a place to live.

Whatever form you take, I think "power" wins stronger.

Whether it is a violent (...) force (...) such as sword or magic, a charm (...) force (...) such as beauty, charisma, or manipulation.

For someone who knows the overwhelming "power" to wipe out all of that, it's unlikely that he can imitate it a little bit with a little track record.

"... if I may say so, I don't think it's normal for a manager to compare the owner to the owner? Well, as a mutual owner (owner), they can't help but say so. Are you sure it's impossible to" flip around "while you're involved with that guy..."

The ancient ginseng ladies know their owners very well.

I have been entrusted with recruiting newcomers since I partitioned them, but all the ancient ginseng ladies have a direct contract with the owner (owner).

Most of them have the power of the owner (owner) to fulfill what the ladies can't give away in exchange for their own time, skill and readiness - the owner (owner) is glossy (...).

Miss Cynthia's debt was presented by the owner (owner) as "your generation".

The question Miss Cynthia had nine years ago (...) If it's not something you can wait nine years for, I don't know, because one woman spent her life trying to figure it out.

- Originally.

That's what the owner (owner) says when it comes to "yes".

In fact, nine years ago, I'm going through.

Miss Cynthia knows that very well.

"With Soyuko. Thank you for understanding."

Miss Cynthia sighs at me, who is in a position to save herself.

"Fair enough. I thought I'd rarely see you again. I said something extra, but forget it, okay? I'm sure I'll be happy with Darren, so I want my daughters, like those three, to be happy. I'm just hoping the manager can handle it."

"Sister, don't forget, it's not a rhetoric."

If my sister hadn't said anything about her position as a hooker in the Walnut Dream, I wouldn't be in the position of manager either.

Anyway, after this, there's just a farewell party to give you the "Dream of the Walnut (Papilio Somnium)," and my sister's not Miss Cynthia anymore.

Darren's husband is the only one who knows. If you're going back to your real name, you can give it to me, sister.

Conversation is a loss.

"- Oh, yeah? Good."

They laughed and said so.

It's not really a battle.

Even I kind of knew that thoughts (...) that could be directed at me by Miss Lunamaria, Miss Laura, Miss Listia (...) weren't every joke.

If so, I won't be talking to the manager of the whorehouse (manager) and the top whore there.

So hey, but I don't think that's what happens when that relationship breaks down.

Those three may think they're in booze seats, but they're also talking about confusing proposals.

I don't know what the three of you think, but at least I'm big serious.

I know you'll never come, but if there's a future like that, how long will it be?

I'm just running around. Bye, sister.

I didn't bother to tell you.

"Is that it? Did I really say something extra? I promise you something, with those three."

- I can't believe you're sharp.

How can you come up with such an answer if my expression or attitude changes in the last few moments?

Besides, it's a pain in the ass.

"Fair enough. We'll hear it from the three of us at this farewell party."

The mouth of an otherwise gentle sister opens into a three-day moon shape like a demon's laugh.

Oh, no, they definitely get the facts out of those three.

Besides, they even say that I remember about (...) bundles (...) of (...).

Well, no, I'm not lying or regretting it.

At the end of the day, make it a liquor dish.

"... hey manager (manager). You think whores are dirty (...) and (...) ru (...)?

When I thought I was laughing, the whore threw me a (...) ku (...) ru (...) quality (...) question (...).

Questioning like this is everyday tea.

Especially since it's the first time I've had time. That's what the lady often asks the manager (me).

- It's not dirty, it's a fine job to comfort people, if it's my magic, I won't leave you dirty.

- Beautiful (sorry), logical (logic), joke (joke).

I guess there are a million or so ways to deny it.

Determine the mental state of that occasional lady and choose the best answer.

You don't need my authenticity or my truth.

It is my job (...) to return the necessary answers as a manager (manager).

But this is not Miss Cynthia's dream anymore, my sister's question.

Why don't you answer honestly as I (...), not as a manager?

"I don't think it's dirty... Maybe I just don't want to think about it.... but honestly, if you don't have to do it, don't do it. I don't think it's a good business. I don't like being clear or as a man (...). Good (...) person (...) or self (...) minute (...) daughter (...), can't hope to do it"

"... honestly."

My sister gives me a sad look in my answer.

Nevertheless, what I wanted to hear was not the "well done" answer as a manager (manager).

"Because that's my sister's question. I'll give another answer to the lady of the Walnut Dream."

"That's the manager's book, The Sound."

He asks me back to push the precaution.

"Oh, I don't mind if you think so. But, sister. It's not a vague metaphor for a man (...), a good (...) person (...), or a daughter (...) from (...) minutes (...), where I (...) or Renamaria, Miss Laura, Miss Listia are specific beings. Oh, even I change my answers."

"That's..."

Why would you want me to tell you this?

Have you ever been anxious to see happiness in front of you and just ask a book (...) people (...) to say (...)?

My sister and I are not very popular.

"You know, give me a break, sister. I'm not running out of mental care, you know that. I don't like it, I'm fine. If you have a man, you should see him. I don't think so, but I don't want to criticize some guy for feeling dirty and being wrong."

Well, no, you don't have to tell me. I don't care what you tell my sister.

That's what hookers are for, and I know a hundred of them, and we spend every day laughing.

- So.

"But that's not the problem, you know what you're gonna do about it. I don't like it, so you can leave him if you want. That's one answer. But... there's still someone important, and that's the most important thing.... Isn't that right?

"... you'll tell me"

A leaning sister answers in a small voice.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

It's not sarcastic to say what's the right thing to do, but at least I thought it was like a butterfly dream (of ours) then it's like a common perception.

"I don't know what you're worried about, but you're asking Darren's husband to tell you that. It's not my place."

My face gets hot when I'm done.

Secret, but like Hua, this kind of thing.

"... hehe"

"I don't know, suddenly, with an extra look on my face, I leak a laugh or something."

- I have a bad feeling.

"No? I just thought the manager was a good guy after all?

The office door rattled.

- Oh, did they say this to you, me? You will be outside the door, to make the three of you listen.

"Manager? I'm quitting already. Just one extra piece of advice from the ancient ginseng. You're the manager of the top store, so be on your guard if an old hooker hears something with a sad look on your face, okay? There's got to be a back."

"I resent you, sister. Even I thought they were Miss Cynthia, so I wouldn't say anything too far-fetched."

I seriously snagged.

So, sister, what kind of face do you need to see Lunamaria, Miss Laura and Miss Listia after this?

Should I take it personally?

"Don't be alarmed. This is the Butterfly Dream office, and I'm still Miss Cynthia today. Well, I don't think the manager's compromised, so forgive me, okay?

I say terrible things with a dull laugh.

Are you sure you haven't lost it?

"Damn... it's not going to be a battle to the end. - Well, no. The countryside where my sister and Darren's husband go is the territory of the Gajvar border uncle. I have a letter of introduction for Uncle Borderline and a letter of introduction for the commander of the Western garrison. I have received references to each guild from the Adventurer Guild Director, Old Garzam, and I think I am certain that the references to Uncle Borderline and the Commander have been written by Old Master Riphal. Receive it later from the clerk."

"I appreciate it... but isn't it too much for one middle-class whore?

"I'm not talking about that, but I didn't ruin my dreams of butterflies, so don't worry."

I wouldn't refuse to let them do it on their own.

Either way, if ancient ginseng from the owner's era were to retire, the owner's humans would often move a lot.

There's so much more to lend anyway, let's get it back to you at a time like this.

"Don't hesitate, then. Thank you so much, Manager."

"This way, Miss Cynthia. Thank you for your time."

I don't know about Darren's husband, but at the end of the day Miss Cynthia hugged me.

Well, it's better to shake hands or say goodbye to the whore's manager.

I'd appreciate it if you pardoned me for being useful.

The doors in the office make knocking noises.

What happened these days? It's unusual for my office door to do door-like work in a row.

Is it time for an exchange and a death flag?

"... he's knocked, manager."

With a grinning look, my sister flutters.

Yeah, that's right.

It doesn't sound like it, but it's definitely the three I heard from my sister earlier.

"... go ahead"

"Manager, prepare for the farewell party. Are the protagonists still to be freed?"

"Mm, I'm here to pick you up, right now? Just now!"

"... happy"

The door opened and three of them showed up: Lunamaria, Miss Laura and Miss Listia.

A bar-reading Lunamaria like you've never heard of, and Miss Laura, who is in a hurry without appearing, are hung up eating something on Miss Listia, who made her leak.

Sister, why don't you give me a break from laughing in your arms?

"Hey, you guys, you promised the manager something, right? Let me hear it, it's the last time, so I... Is that good?

When I look with my eyes, my sister storms into the three of them.

Things seem to be getting worse, but the manager doesn't have an escape.

Well, okay.

Tonight is rarely a good night.

I'll give you a farewell party because of this, and enough to make you a drink dish.

Live happily ever after in a rural village.

In case hundreds of millions, maybe a few years from now, I'm a little old with a guy I can't talk to, but I don't know, maybe three people will let me interrupt.

Don't worry, we unreliable juniors will be working hard in the Walnut Dream (ours) tomorrow, dreaming about that day just a little at the bottom of their bellies.

Thank you so much for your hard work as a buddy of the Walnut Dream (of ours) for as long as nine years.

I think the owner (owner) will look that way even if I don't tell him, so please let him know.