Manager of the Other World Brothel

"Go back to the village. - I have nothing to talk to you about."

Miss Tifa, who always has the impression of smiling, throws a word of rejection at the customer of hope of falling in front of her - Miss Tifa's childhood tame - with a wake-up look I've never seen before.

Miss Tifa is not up there, unfortunately, among the ladies of the Walnut Dream.

It's only been two years since I've come to the Walnut Dream (of which), and the sales within No Petal (Nihil) are stable, but I honestly see that it would be a little harsh to raise to One Petal "Unus Forumfloris".

Then it should still take about 10 years to retire with my current earnings.

She has blonde eyeballs but is a little dull on both sides.

Though the face is neat if you try it as a city girl, there will be ten people in separate whorehouses.

Style and floor technology are behind the ladies in other boxes, but the atmosphere is such that Odai wants to buy overnight and monopolize them, so that Shirai customers (both Skebeyaroos) want to play with time sales.

Is it also now (...) wind (...) in this world?

"No Petals (Nihil)" ladies have a lot of feelings like this.

Although there is a certain popularity with the customer base (both sketchy yarrows) based on the value of "no petals (nihil)", there are lines (lines) that cannot go any further.

This is all brutal, motivated or not, and it has nothing to do with it.

It doesn't matter if you're not ready.

I can't go up there (...) unless there's something that makes me want to offer that money more than I can buy it with gold.

A whore is a buyer (...) item (...) for money, which is a true side of the story.

Though there is a special circumstance of childhood tampering, trying to be Miss Tifa should be a story worth a thought.

If you are a loathsome opponent, you may refuse, but even in the position of a concubine, a man takes basic care of a woman who has fallen into a state of high gold.

The Walnut Dream (of which) is just an after-follow around, and now it doesn't exist anymore to be foolish with the Walnut Dream (of which) whore I've contracted.

There have been several idiots raised to the Blood Festival without question to the owner (owner).

In terms of its effect, proper laws are now in place for the treatment of whores who have contracted out to other countries as well as the Kingdom of Glenn.

More or less, being a whore is one of the things I admire.

But Miss Tifa, whose story has sprung up, has no particular island.

"Hey, what?"

"Go home."

You thought you'd be happy. Don't let the voice of childhood taming doubt come to the end, and I can also wear a cold voice like I've never heard of this before.

A customer with a surprising look on his face - Miss Tifa's childhood tame, Rock Youth, is inherently wearing a restlessness that doesn't suit her youth that year.

Compared to the labyrinth (dungeon), the ground is safe, so I guess it calms down.

Although "no petals (Nihil)" is trying to get hookers in this year, so that means that they are in a position to earn the corresponding income in that year.

- Adventurers of Class B (class).

He is a solo adventurer recently named for the labyrinth city of Kazun, the strategic base of the Great Labyrinth (dungeon) "Vethomdus Canopium", the cap of the old world in the southern part of the Kingdom of Glen.

I would make a lot of money if I was also a B (class) solo.

In just two years, he will be in Class B, and even though "no petals (Nihil)," it would be considerable if he could provide for that windfall.

I don't know about that neighborhood, but if it's an adventurer guild relationship in this king's capital, Glen Kaina, its name should be pretty good.

Class S (classes) like Rajlis is no longer a category in which alien monsters are thrown in, and refers to heroes and such people.

Even the A-Class guys are like dragons who can't but roll their name demons (monsters) solo, and they're like the top of famous parties and regiments (clans) that even kids know about.

Class S and Class A are not people walking around.

- I'm not in a position to make a scene with a woman in a whorehouse, it's supposed to be.

"A talented and successful adventurer" is a realistic way to get to class B.

If you're getting there at this young age, you can call it a promising stock that could possibly join the monsters.

I guess that's why he wrote a reference to the Dream of the Walnut (of which), "God Kill (Garzam Old)".

Grandpa, I love a promising young man.

The promising young adventurer is flabbergasted by the loss of his usual calm.

I guess this is what you mean by not letting me say whether or not.

That's all Miss Tifa says and takes her gaze off of Mr. Locke, and she just keeps her mouth shut if she doesn't speak a word more.

Even fools can tell, total rejection.

- This place can't be helped.

"Sir, the divestiture money you have provided is sufficient to divestiture Miss Tifa. -, but unlike just being bought, naturalization is mandatory for the person's consent. May I re-compartmentalize this place once?

Miss Tifa didn't spot it as so-so (...) Yi (...) Yi (...) Yi (...) P (...). It's my handicap.

Let me follow you in.

We have to re-compartmentalize this place once and for all, it can get stubborn in the wrong direction.

This is not a pattern that dislikes customers wishing to drop out, the other way around.

That's why the most annoying pattern is that you don't want to be held hostage.

"So, for now, can I buy Miss Tifa today?

So I'm guessing you're saying that's the worst hand you've ever had in this place. (I didn't say that)

Miss Tifa doesn't want you to know, being a whore.

- Only for you (Rock).

I can't believe my husband, who looks like Park Min-Jen from what I've seen.

I'm saying it sounds great, but I'm not sure either.

You're buying me? Heh, heh. What do you want me to do? - I'll do anything for you. You... are so good that I don't have any shards left in you. "

The suggestion, Miss Tifa's condition, changes in one word.

On the face that seemed to have all emotions fallen out, this time the other way around, a look appeared to have all the emotions crossed.

You look like you're laughing all the time, but you're like you're crying.

"Miss Tifa."

Anyway, more than that, let's have a good attitude towards our customers.

Regardless of how many thoughts you may have, you will be asked to follow the minimum rules of being the lady of the Walnut Dream here.

"... excuse me, sir. Forgive my disrespect."

All facial expressions fall out of Miss Tifa's face with one word of mine, and she mouths words of stupid politely other demeanor apologies while the undone faceless expression remains.

Just a moment ago, it just seems like someone else.

"... yes, yes"

Mr. Rock seemed most comfortable with the fact that Miss Tiffa apologized without a look in my words.

This is it.

I can't even tell you, Park Min-jin is a man with no delicacy.

But for that matter, I feel like I can trust you.

"Thank you very much, sir. Please wait in the separate room as I will calm Miss Sukotifa down?

He nodded like a puppet in my words and was led by the clerk (staff) to move honestly to the separate room.

It must have been a shock how Miss Tifa is doing now.

It's not hard to imagine you'd probably be so happy with that leg you saved the amount you needed.

If my tail had grown, I would have shaken it. I can tell by the way I came to my dream of a butterfly.

Without any intention or calculation, the goal is to rescue childhood tampering from the world, which is why we have stood as adventurers until today.

You think your feet are broken, right now.

But even tougher than that, is Miss Tiffa, who's nodding around in front of me right now.

"Miss Tifa......"

"What do I do, manager? Rock's here. - It's too late."

Miss Tifa answers my call with a squeezing voice.

He leaned down and never looked at me.

"It won't be too late."

I'll say that, but when I sift, I just shake my head to the left and right.

I guess I haven't figured out how I feel yet.

It's not too late.

We're both still young, aren't we?

But I guess that's not true either.

Not only as a childhood tame, but perhaps it would have been different if Mr. Rock had put his face on the dreams (of us) of a butterfly and first created a relationship with the customer as a whore.

I don't hate the stupidity of Mr. Rock, who went for it today without his sidelines and with all his heart, but I can only say that he has bad eyes at this point.

If I tried to be Miss Tifa, it would have been two years since I thought my past relationships were completely broken.

There's no reason why I don't understand what it's like to be here now.

But.

"Me, Miss Tiffa. I honestly think a whore is a tough job. People outside of the world don't like it or despise it, and you can't deny it."

All I can do at best is make sure the lady who couldn't do it like some other box never breaks her body.

"But? I've decided I'll never forgive a bastard for pitying those ladies. Whether you dislike it or not, just feel sorry for me..."

I told Her Royal Highness Princess Silveria when it was, but I don't know if it's right or not.

I just don't forgive it.

Hard, that's obvious.

Dirty, you can't excuse me for saying that.

Still, we can't just get along with the guys who laugh off and pity the ladies over the night with their eyes from above, pretending to laugh off.

"But Miss Tiffa. - You have to be angry to pity yourself, you can't stop it."

I can't even tell you to stop being self pitiful because I don't know how to be true.

If a lady pities herself, there's nothing she can say.

"Hey Miss Tiffa. You're a whore, can't you take that back? Even with the hand offered in front of you, is there an unsaveable way to shake it off for the other person?

If that is the case in Miss Tifa, then that can no longer be helped.

No matter how far I go, I don't know how spicy it is to sell my own wax every night.

I'm not unprepared.

I don't have a choice. I'm not even talking about it now.

It's just that you miss me because of other people.

You can't do anything on your own, but it's just sweet of you to laugh and say that to the ladies who are eating up their teeth and going through the night.

But it is.

Not much that the lady at heart pities herself and can't move a step from there.

I don't think there's a man standing around who wants to take the hands of such a whore someday.

But the days of a man who tried so hard to get his childhood out of the world are not too rewarding.

That's a man's own thing to say.

You don't know how spicy a woman is, but you just don't want to hear "it's too late" the most from the mouth of a woman in love.

"... yes"

Miss Tifa shrugs, trying to squeeze out the merciless answer for me too.

"The manager (manager) you know? The number of customers we" no petals "deal with overnight. You know, every time you do that, you do magic."

Then I know.

Every time Miss Laura says, "I'm going to hate you." It's not going to be important to my office.

There's no reason for two or three people to spend some time between customers (both sketchy) overnight.

She's a time selling lady, that kind of thing.

"That's not all. Unlike our daughters with petals, most of the customers we deal with just want to satisfy their physical desires. Let me in, let me out, and I'll go home satisfied."

I don't even have a word to give it back.

That's how I'm getting paid.

But it's a fancy whore (Kurtizanne), but it doesn't change the roots.

Even a loving customer would be hard in a way while buying it for money.

What we have in common is that customers like that (both sketchy yarrows) have to be in a good mood, so it has to be worth the whore.

"I'm not in a position to complain. So that I can just get it over with, you know, give me a voice of your choice, make a move of your choice, and do whatever you want? Anything..."

That's why some ladies get their minds blown.

Still, I can tell you're laughing because you're splitting it one way or the other.

I've already given up there, maybe it's something I want to reject reflexively if a man shows up who pulls up a past that I'm (...) ri (...) forgetting.

"Rock already knows. Isn't that me? - So it's too late."

"Sorry about the heroine tragedy, huh? Tifa, my lord, isn't it Azuma?

"If you thought a luxury whore (Kurtizanne) customer was superior and classy, you'd be surprised and bubble when you came up there, wouldn't you?

"I mean, it's no different, it's a lot worse that way, you know, people who can see you're paying a lot of money. I still sell time, so a lot of people are desperate to get it."

To the point where I was feeling like looking up to heaven to see if there was anything more I could say as a man, the usual three invade without any foreshadowing.

It should have been serious air for once, but it is quickly taken to the air of the three "five flower petals" Quinke Follum Floris ".

Miss Tifa, you're out of your mind.

Close it, close it.

Sudden customer criticism (both sketchy yarrow).

That's all I get.

Or you guys can just barge in like you normally do without a knock.

Isn't Miss Tifa hardened up to a lot?

If I was a butterfly dreamer, I'd laugh because it's not sweet, but I can't help but think about childhood tampering.

- Can't help it?

"Have pity on yourself, and if you want to pull yourself back for them, do as you please. If you do that, you won't be far from crumbling. And the Lord, and the Phase (...) Hand (...)"

"Huh?"

Lunamaria folds onto Miss Tifa.

It's not just Miss Tifa, it's the other guy.

"Tifa's going to carve it into her opponent, right? A dumb adventurer who couldn't even save a woman in love is a wound. An adventurer who dives into a labyrinth even if he loses his purpose doesn't die far away, does he?

"If that's what it's all about, I can't even understand it. - You're a bad girl, Tifa."

"Oh no..."

Oh, I see. Is this what I'm supposed to do?

It's not that I don't like them, I'm trying to pull myself back for them. Can I show that that's not for them?

As far as Rock's husband is concerned, I'm not talking cod.

"You can say it after I'm about to annoy them more or less. If you insist on me, you will not be the enemy of His Royal Highness the King. manager?"

Don't swing at me.

"But... I don't have many more..."

"Count is that important? I don't think it's that different from the previous boyfriend holding me. Perhaps it's still okay if I don't have feelings? Hey, manager?"

"So don't swing at me."

"You just have to get someone who cares most about that to overwrite it. That's what women are for, isn't it? Let someone who cares about the past fill it all up. Hey, Manager."

I don't know if I agree with that.

It's called the way you put it, it's called the inclusions there, there are a lot of things to say, but I can't deny them.

It just so happens that the three of us have to do that Listia was the only one who returned a positive opinion.

- I'm tired of you guys.

"The manager... yeah, not as the manager, but as a man. Is that okay?

You ask me, Miss Tifa, knowing there's no way you can beat the three of you.

That's right, you're the same whore, self-pity as a whore is laughed at with your nose.

"You've decided not to like it, that's not true!

Miss Tifa is surprised by the big voice that came out reflexively.

It would sound like something terrible to hear, but Renamaria, Miss Listia and Miss Laura, who know me well, are laughing and listening.

So I'm telling you.

If there's a man who says he's fine, he wants to see you.

But it's not good, it's not good, it's not good, it's not good, it's not good, it's not good, it's not good, it's not good, it's not good, it's not good, it's not good.

Nothing. I found out in the Walnut Dream (here).

"- But if you still like it, you'll have to be my woman in any past."

Miss Tifa's eyes are opened.

The three "five petals" Quinke Follum Floris "laugh satisfactorily.

- I won't let you.

"I think Rock's husband is the same, huh? Why don't you try something?

After a moment of silence, Miss Tifa nodded.

He won't realize it, but the tragic air just now doesn't exist there anymore.

It's a big deal, you three.

I knock into the room I left Rock's husband through.

"Mr. Manager... Lilia, no, what about Miss Tifa?

Sitting on a falling couch, he floats back and asks from the luxurious couch of the Walnut Dream.

"Unfortunately, I really don't like it," he said. Even if it's a dream of a butterfly (of which), it's a good story, even if he doesn't like it so much... "

"Can't you handle that, Manager?"

It's a desperate look.

Why that happens is also a face that you don't know.

"Unfortunately, thank you. The city doesn't seem to get used to it at night, but if the lady shakes it, she pulls herself away. And that's what it is."

"I don't care about that. Then again tonight Lilia..."

Is it more worrying that Miss Tifa's situation will not change as a result than what she has been shaken?

Are you listening to me, Miss Tiffa?

"Because I don't care what I've been up to?

"It wasn't me in Lilia who had a hard time. If I'm sick enough of what I did when I couldn't help myself, I'll figure out what I'm going to do. - Yes, the manager. Even if I don't, can't I get you out of that whore?

"... I've never heard of it, but you can do it."

I got no more manly answers to fucking mean questions.

I don't know if you can tell me, a dialogue like right now.

But it just solidified for a while to succeed in two sentences to the suggestion that was made that I just didn't care about that.

I've been the manager of a whorehouse for quite a while, but I've just never had a suggestion like this.

"Lilia...... how much should I put on top if I include an introduction to Miss Tifa's working mouth and the cost of living for the moment?

"No, we'll take care of that here...... what are your benefits? You don't think Miss Tiffa would be satisfied if she was released from her dreams of butterflies?

Apparently, I'm not kidding. I mean it, but when I get this far, I honestly cross the line of understanding.

It is also honestly creepy to say that there is no expectation of devotion, no desire at all.

I know it's not like someone else is going to talk, but if Mr. Rock is really a saint and he's trying to save Miss Tifa from pity, it's a little different.

I don't mean to interrupt you, but if you were saved for that reason, Miss Tifa wouldn't have accumulated either.

People don't just eat and live, there's always a pride they can't get rid of.

If you are not obsessed as a woman, that would make Miss Tifa refuse.

I don't think I'm going to make it worse.

Please, Mr. Locke, I guess you'll let me know why you're convinced.

"That's not true! Tell me what you've been introduced to, and I'll go there and talk to you every day!

……

Honestly, it's been a long time since the two sentences really didn't say anything.

I should have had my mouth open for a while, and I should have been in stupid sunlight.

Are you prepared to spend a lot of money and keep your contract and dictate that from scratch, regardless of anything like that?

Can you spare a face that doesn't even think of shards?

Isn't it cool to be a crazy man in love?

I want to see Miss Tifa's face listening to this.

No, to be honest, I want to see the faces of Lunamaria, Miss Listia and Miss Laura.

What do you guys look like, now?

Miss Tiffa, who makes a man say so much, is amazing.

Not if you have self-pity.

"I'm not a stalker."

I laughed and said it by accident.

"What is it?

Rock's Dan (...) who hardly realizes he made a tremendous statement and looks strange at words he can't hear (...).

No, excuse me.

It's no joke to a cool lord like you.

"No, excuse me. - That sounds like it, Miss Tiffa. What are we gonna do?"

You've had enough.

If you still say no to this, you can do whatever you want.

That's it for extra mouth penetration.

The back door opens and Miss Tifa comes in with a hard to say look.

I know you've been listening to all the stories right now, so there is.

Rock's husband is honestly surprised to see that.

I don't even suspect as much as dew that I was being tested right now - I guess I wouldn't even think of that.

Surrender now, Miss Tiffa.

Your childhood training is a big favor.

"Why am I so good? Are you sure you're not a beautiful girl anymore? You can pick as many better women as you want, right?

"I don't even know that. But I don't like it unless I'm Lilia."

Rock's husband is told in a relieved manner that Miss Tifa's attitude has changed that there was no particular island until just now.

You're the one who made Miss Tifa do that, but why don't you send me a glance of gratitude?

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Shouldn't you stay with me?

Are you a puppy type, even though you are a full adventurer?

I guess this is hot, even in a tavern or something.

I'm sure you haven't noticed.

"You want me to be your wife? For me, a former whore."

"I hope Lilia doesn't mind... but if you don't want to, you can just stay with me..."

"What is it?"

"I don't care about the shape. I like Lilia, if you stay with me."

……

The stop is in -.

Ooh, you're not destructive when you're told you're ready to be loaded with even a betty dialogue.

Miss Tifa blushes.

"I make money diving into the labyrinth, Lilia cooks and waits for me, go to sleep and wake up early... If you don't like adventurers, you said you plowed the fields, you did business. It's not as beautiful as here, it could be a dirty little life, but still, I..."

"Silly. It's silly."

"Sorry."

"But fine. If you tell me I'm okay, I'll stay with you the whole time. - I swear, from now on, until I die, no matter what, I'm just your woman.... you can play once in a while. You want me to tell the manager?

"Me, just Lilia till I die, too!... or I don't know a woman yet."

"Huh? Liar? Really?"

"... yeah.... I like Lilia, me."

"Really, silly"

Hey, you're gonna have heartburn.

Do I have to shut up and listen to this to the end?

There is no such thing as a punitive game.

I left the room in silence.

Miss Tifa is no longer the daughter of the Butterfly Dream.

Well, as much as renting a room in the Walnut Dream (of which) would be within the authority of the manager.

When you're in the room, three people are waiting for you: Renamaria, Miss Listia and Miss Laura, naturally.

What? You guys are my protectors or something.

I guess that's not what the owner (owner) tells me.

If I did, I'd just cry pitifully.

"What do you think"

In the meantime, it took shape.

We didn't need to be mean at this moment right now, and we could avoid ruining each other's true intentions.

But Miss Tifa - I don't suppose Lilia's obsession is gone.

It's salvation that Rock's husband doesn't have that kind of obsession, but that's why I feel like he might even step on a mine.

"There's nothing we can do about it from what I thought. It's not about the two of us."

"That's right. Especially since it's Tiffa's problem this time."

"If it's a story, it's a happy ending here. Because life goes on until the day you become a grandfather and a grandmother and die."

Right.

Do you need extra help from here on out?

Well, I guess men and women, all over the world, stick together or break up in seconds.

I'm not satisfied with what's going on in front of me, but is this any wilder?

"A good woman makes a good man think. A good man makes a good woman think. Men and women don't lean on each other."

Don't tell me, Renamaria.

It's a shame to tear up, it's a good dialogue.

"These are the two of us who have now (...) chosen to lean in and walk, so I think it's okay, right? Fighting, once away. But at the end of the day, I think we'll be together. - I want to believe that."

Right, Miss Listier.

Can you give me the answer I could give you today at any time?

"My manager will take extra care of me anyway."

No, you know what, Miss Laura?

If you're the manager of the Walnut Dream, what's the least you can do? Of course he does. Of course he does.

"Don't worry."

Lunamaria slapped my back pretty hard on my little back.

You're surprisingly powerful, so don't you dare swallow any more.

"Why do you think a woman would fall in love with a man?

"Why?"

I ask honestly because I don't know.

It's on you guys, man. I don't know shit about men.

I don't care if I'm not around, you three won't be in any trouble.

"Because I can count on you at the heart of the matter. Women may be strong every day. I guess it turns better. Therefore, if you can make up your mind, it will be fine. She's a nasty creature who gets hit in the brain with it and finds the hard work fun afterwards, huh?

Look, I don't know how to say this, but I take my eyes off Renamaria, and I say (...) words like (...) of (...).

It's not worth it to me.

"Hip out."

"I'm disappointed"

"You can go this far. - Meh."

Funny.

That other love promise doesn't come out of my mouth again and again.

Just enough to make it an implicit understanding that there is and make it a liquor dish.

Today.

I'm surprised, but we're just a little jealous of the two of you who lived your lives as "men and women," not as whores, not as childhood tamers.

Just for a moment, you'll be forgiven enough to imagine tomorrow when we do.

So we get back to normal driving.

Of course, but the sun goes down today.

When the night book descends, the lights of the "Dream of the Walnut (Papilio Somnium)" in the whorehouse will be lit, and the sign ladies, Renamaria, Listia and Laura, will be with your bookings.

In the meantime, I clean up all kinds of trouble while spinning the unique magic in front of me so that I don't break the bodies of the ladies of the Walnut Dream.

That's my routine.

Still, this is how we spend our time, I guess, foolishly.

Good luck, Rock's husband.

If it's time for the dreams of the butterflies, it's time for the men to be attracted, and if they are, then the women will turn around well.

I'm still working hard as a manager, so make Miss Tiffa laugh all the time.

I want to swallow it once it's settled.

Except for the scary ones, you two are careless men.