My Reality is a Romance Game

As such, she graduated in the simplicity of change. From this point on she lost interest in the daytime world. I didn't like seeing good-looking people. Uninteresting. Rather, the night town felt easier. I felt like the city at night was like me.

When I worked with politicians and corporate chairmen on a number of injustices, for some reason I was frustrated for no reason and came to the city at night. However, it became troublesome to choose and wear clothes at a certain time, and it became troublesome to decorate. Nobody wanted to show himself well.

So the shabby head and easy-to-wear hoodie became like a night city uniform. It was a daily routine to walk alone in such clothes. Of course, there were guards hiding everywhere, but she had been treating them as a utility pole since she was young, so she was almost absent.

However, unusually that day, a middle-aged man approached her. Seeing her wandering around the city at night, she thought she was a runaway woman.

"Did you leave home? Just look at it. You don't do it with your uncle. You need money. I'll give you enough money.

Promptly invited prostitution. This was my first time. Curious, she followed the man and entered the love hotel.

"Do you want to shower?"

"Disagreeable"

She replied shortly. The man shrugged and began taking off his clothes. An obscene body is exposed. Nevertheless, the towering ones casually stimulated her curiosity. This was my first time seeing a man hit. I wasn't particularly interested, but it looked interesting.

I bought a passing woman, and it seemed like her grandfather's appearance was like a lump of lust shaking. My grandfather is like the desire itself.

A middle-aged man who thought he was not the first time to take off all his clothes but was not ashamed to see it, suddenly approached and began taking off her clothes. She was still standing. Somehow, it seemed interesting to be deprived of my virgin.

"Fufufufufu."

It's getting a little more fun. Knowing the fact that such a man had taken her virgin, I could imagine what would happen to her grandfather's face. It was a funny face too. When the man took off her hoodie, a chest appeared to overflow from his bra. However, the man suddenly frowned.

"You ... that ..."

"Yup?"

In front of the man's gaze was a scar on his arm. I saw the man who saw it suddenly get smaller. This was a wound when she was young, and once she had burned her arm, she was wondering how her grandfather would react and self-harming herself. Grotesque shrunken skin gave me the feeling of being alive, so I did not intentionally erase the scars.

"Woman, who sees such an ugly body and who has sex. And even money.

Then the man began to dress again. She was upset. Scars make your desires fade? Really, human beings are selfish creatures. If this man had committed himself and had given him the real feeling of being alive by hitting his body, he might have lived home. Until now, I really thought so. Because it was before I understood the dirt of the desire of a creature called a man.

However, a man who has stomped on such a decision without permission. She just had to endure. Make the shape of a gun with your hands. He took it to the forehead of a dressed man with a blur and imitated shooting a gun.

"Uncle, do you have a home?"

"Eh? Of course?"

"Yes ...?

She smiled and left Loveho's room. Of course, the man lived and never left the room. The shape of the gun was a kind of signal. Once you have the shape of a gun, get ready. And to imitate shooting a gun was an implicit signal that the trigger could be triggered.

It was unusual to use this signal. No matter how much she enjoys murder. But I didn't show any mercy to those who really offended me. In that respect, I thought he was like a grandfather.

"It's boring ..."

She has now gone out of Love Ho, dumping the lines that have become habitual. Since then, she went out into the city at night if she was really annoyed, looking for someone who could invite her. Sometimes I invited herself. That's how she played a little missing woman. It was a bit interesting to see her being sorrowful. And the scars were made bigger for a dramatic effect. Of course, it was not a self-injury like when I was young, but a scar I drew.

Every time the men saw the scars, the reaction was interesting. She managed to get a bit bored by seeing the guys responding to one of the three always and relieving frustration. Of course, a tremendous emptiness came after that, but nevertheless, she continued to repeat this in a habit as frustration came.

One day, a politician who can be said to belong to the house brought a woman.

`` Teacher, who is that woman? ''

She sat in a reception room with a large tsubo and greeted guests and asked, looking at the woman she met for the first time.

"I've been taking care of a woman lately, but I've made a pretty interesting drug. She says she wants to use it to create a social party, so she's asked for permission."

`` Social party? ''

Recently, she responded with some interest because she began to take an interest in the desires of men. Then she noticed it and began talking carefully, kneeling down.

"Um, I'm Kimoto. I'm honored to see you.

Even Akamine in the world was nervous with her words clogged in front of her.

"I don't care about your referrals. Instead, talk about medicine."

The woman tried to introduce herself, but she immediately interrupted her words. The woman had to change the subject in a hurry.

"Well, this medicine makes men lose their senses and devour only their desires. They can also collect donations under the name of social parties and seize their weaknesses. Once you get dyed, you won't be able to drink. "

"Yes, it looks interesting. So, can I drink it?"

`` O, young lady? ''

The politician got up from his seat with surprise. If that happens, it will be hard. The politician hurriedly signaled to the next woman, saying she was really offended by the uncanny curiosity she sometimes showed. Then, Zhu Feng spoke while sweating.

"Well, it has no effect on women. When male hormones exceed a certain ratio, they are responsive ..."

"I wanted to know what the sense of losing reason was, but it's not interesting."

"I'm sorry!"

However, he also became interested in the appearance of a man losing reason. I wanted to see it once. A world where men who lose their desire just to see scars lose their reason and devour women all night.

"Well, okay.

"Huh? Yes! Thank you!"

The woman replied, unable to see her face properly. She gestured. It meant going down.

"I'm sorry. Thank you again."

As she left, she spoke to a politician wiping her forehead with a handkerchief, as if she had thought of shortening her life.

"Teacher, you shouldn't be too close to that woman."

"e?"

The politician couldn't understand what it was, and heard her back. However, he closed his mouth immediately.

"I know you're the slowest, hater, right?"

"But ..."

"Somehow it doesn't smell very good. It's very sensitive to the smell that makes money, but she's not good. It probably feels like she's reaching out to other politicians. Is it a foot? "

She got up from her seat while saying so. She was interested in a social party, but that woman had no fun at all. A type of reaction, a type of ambition. Too openly visible. She left the reception room, leaving a politician shaking his head and giving a troubled look.

A few months later, she quarreled with her grandfather for the first time. To be honest, it was my first time eating. However, he was so terrified that he was given words that he could not stand. Of course, my grandfather took care of her. Yes, physically. I admit it. However, she had never been given affection.

No one has shown her affection to her, not just her grandfather. When I was thinking about that, I started feeling unpleasant and came out of town. Before being boring, I was too upset. Unless someone hit this, it was unlikely to be endurable.

As I've done many times, I decided to seduce and try and kill a man. I've stopped doing that recently as things have become empty. But today I can't stand upset anger.

I ran a car and stopped it in a city I didn't even know. And we got out of town. It was troublesome to walk around one by one, and headed to a nearby stop. Stops always stop people. And let me wait. In doing so, most men naturally look at the woman. As usual, today, I stuck my cheek while expecting such a man to appear. Endlessly flowing without time was As usual boring.