Hotel for residents on the back street - "Hotel Wallaby", in Euthanasia city.
Since it is a hotel designated as a neutral area over the centre, it is a place where residents of the back streets can spend a night in peace, but are not allowed to stay longer than two days. If only we could pay for it, we could stay longer, because those who are after their lives could live permanently, and they could be overflowing with all those people.
For use, residents of back streets use it mainly when teaming up to perform their work. Because it would be more convenient to have a meeting, etc. in a safe area while staying. It is also rare for hostile forces to stay with each other at the same time and to bowl in hotels.
One reason why Komatsuhiro Komatsu, the boss of Abyss of Good Will, went to such a hotel Wallaby was when he called the luxury prostitute he was turning into. Komatsu had been feverish on one fancy whore since seven years ago.
Astral Wife, a prostitution organization. He is the number one seller among prostitutes in Euthanasia City, dubbed the Dark Goddess, and a legendary luxury whore with many big backstreet guys in it - Kamiya Blue Kamiya Aye.
Her nominations are always fierce, and overnight nomination fees due to the winning bidding system can even exceed a million. Komatsu had put most of his earnings into her.
"Blue, how old are you this year?
Komatsu asks, falling asleep in a large letter on the bed and exposing himself to the nakedness of his predecessor, the hairy twinkle. The lower half of his face is also covered with a mustache, and he's over forty and he's in a lateral fat physique, so the expression of a man like a bear tightens.
"Twenty-three. We've been dating a long time, and you can remember that."
With his underwear on, he laughed prankily and Blue answered. I can laugh.
Not so much a special beauty, but the owner of an adorable child-face, with a good style inside. But if you look only at its appearance, you will drive many men crazy as legendary whores, and no one will believe in a woman as venerable as a goddess.
"Blue was more of a kid when we met, and I was a nice guy, too. The flow of the moon is unusual."
"Komatsu-san doesn't seem very different now"
Blue bending and looking in front of a sighing pine, joking and saying softly.
"It's been seven years... I've been here in the world because of you, Blue. I've just been looking forward to seeing you, Blue."
I make my glistening mustache look dull and make a low, wild sweet voice.
"Say all the good things again. You say the same thing to kids other than me, don't you?
Blue lowers his back to the bed and leads Komatsu's head over his own lap.
"That's why I'm blue. I don't know if I want to be tied up or not, but I don't want to look at other women anymore."
Komatsu was seriously thinking about blue. Even if I didn't have that thought, I was happy enough even if I could just spend the same time with gold. Its purity, which did not dwell on its appearance, was also transmitted to the blue.
Kamiya Blue is proud of his work. I have no sense of grandeur at all in selling myself. I am more sincere about this job than I am at the bottom of my heart.
That's natural, too. Spoken as one of the living legends of the back street, sought after by men equipped with financial power violence, worshipped and served as goddesses, there is no way they don't feel good. In the meantime, all the customers take great care of themselves. Some of them are seriously in love with themselves. Just to be aware of that, blue is filled with self-satisfaction. I even remember the illusion as if I had become a mighty ruler.
Childhood blue was in the exact opposite position. Blue in his childhood did not get any affection or anything from his father, who was just one flesh parent, and instead continued to be sexually abused.
That's why I'm being taken care of by everyone. I'm hard to throw away right now. I also know that any fatal shackles of age would jeopardize my current status, but I assume that even I would be able to cover it to some extent.
How could blue, whose appearance does not stand out, nor does it bring superb pleasure in a famous vessel, even be the finest whore to be treated as a living legend?
One is simply because he was good with blue customer service. He excelled in identifying the character, nature and sexuality of the other person, identifying and responding to them for what he wanted, what he wanted them to do, what he wanted them to say.
For the men living a harsh life in the back streets, the care and kindness of such women had become this impossible healing. Blue also felt it and tried to satisfy and heal them as best he could. Blue himself was filled with it.
But the truth doesn't stay just that. Blue captivated the men because he hadn't even noticed blue, there was another factor more.
When I say if the blue is completely happy now, it's actually not.
No, until recently I was perfectly happy, but due to a vice full of destiny's malice, I no longer am.
"Hmm? Blue, the mole..."
I'm surprised to see the blue marks Komatsu made on her left arm.
"Oh, I bumped into this."
It was blue to say in haste, but it was obvious to Komatsu that it was not a mole of the kind it hit. He said it was something that was obviously beaten. But Komatsu didn't try to penetrate. I had been wondering enough about what stepping out of the customer's realm and beyond would do.
At that time, Komatsu was... confused. Only then.
In the back street, he went by the name of Viper.
Of course it's not my real name. However, although the appearance is clearly not pure Japanese, it is not even uncomfortable with its name, and from those who do not know what it means, it may be illusory with its real name.
"Okan Murino knows better than that. Terrorist. Then you don't."
While walking downtown, a viper pinches his fingertip phone to his mouth and looks loud.
In a bright orange sleeveless t-shirt when it comes to winter. I see a contrast with the tight brown muscles. The chalker with a black leather string hanging one white fang ornament and the half-pants with a pattern like the snake's epidermis were obviously a substitute for conscious of their own nomenclature.
"Whoa, so they terrorized us. Find them and kill them. Kill no one involved. There's no one left. Kill them all."
From across the phone, distorted audio sounds. It doesn't sound like no heart or excitement, but it's very different from human intonation. It is a voice that sounds as if it is poorly made speech software.
"I don't like it, you stink of trouble. I don't want to go to that nasty amusement park again, so it's convenient."
'I don't think it would have been particularly uncomfortable if I'd gone to the night. At night, there were many geeks from overseas who had enjoyed Japan's HENTAI culture. You look like an outsider too. "
"That's not the problem... I'm pretty sure that shit amusement park is broken."
In the middle of the word, Viper saw something and hung up, stopping his leg as well.
The sight that Viper stumbled upon all over the city was neither right for you, nor unlikely. Three young men with bad guts to see are entangled in a salary-style middle-aged man opponent and awesome. Vipers watched from where their voices could be reached.
A middle-aged man doesn't get caught in a chimp. Whether he is confident in his arms or a vessel problem as a person, he stands tall.
"Hey, you don't have to run into people. You look great."
"Old man, didn't you think we were just dicks or something? We live in this kind of hard void world."
One of the chimps turned the inside of the leather jean and showed it, looking unnecessarily angry that the person who caused it had not flickered.
I didn't see what I showed, from the angle of the viper, but I could easily tell if I didn't. Until then, the face of the middle-aged man, who stood tall, grew blue as he saw it. Definitely a pistol.
Words and deeds that make you wonder if you're a backstreet resident and a gun phone to back it up. But it's doubtful if it's true, and even if it is, Viper decides it would be the bottom line, such as blackmailing the residents on the front streets. Whatever it is, I feel bad watching it.
Seeing the chimps pour money on the middle-aged man, take his wallet from the middle-aged man and walk out toward this one, the vipers make great strides toward them.
Hit me purposefully with force and blow one up flashy.
"Whoa, evil, evil."
Vipers laughing with their mouths wide bearded and white lined good teeth in plenty of scorn at the fallen man. In that hand, a purse taken from a middle-aged man is held.
A viper throws his wallet at the middle-aged man and turns to the chimps again.
The three chimps remembered the war. A man who crossed his height 190 and exposed tight, blackening muscles. That's enough intimidation, but releasing a strong killing temper and having openly plucked the fight in front of the three of them by themselves made them fear their instincts.
I knew it instantly. that the man in front of us was a fairly savvy man, and that we would have no teeth at all, whether we were a threesome or not, to take a gun.
"What ah? You're not gonna do the same thing to me as your old man just now?
Weirdly enough, the viper raises one leg wide and steps on the abdomen of a rolling chimp on his back at a tremendous rate. I couldn't see the movement of my legs at all by the other two.
"Gubble!"
A man punctured a large amount of blood reflexes like a fountain with a scream from his mouth, at the same time spraying blood and dirt from his lower abdomen.
The amount of blood spit out of his mouth was a substitute enough to be discerned as lethal at a glance. When the viper turned his foot away, the area around the dovetail was crushed, a beautiful foot-shaped hole was worn on his body, and the asphalt had a flat snag in his crushed gut.
"I'm sorry. I hate half-bakers. Look at the punitive game where you can see freshly thrown up fresh gelo on the road at close range. It makes you feel uncomfortable."
Fearfully toward the two chimps, the viper grins awesomely.
"So you want to get rid of this mess that happened to me? You know what to do, right?
When asked so, he approached two people who couldn't move much off the spot of fear and just trembled, quickly paying for their legs and tipping them off.
I just waved one leg and the two crawl over the asphalt at the same time. Both of them had tragically snapped from their knees to the bottom of their legs with that blow.
"Oh, yeah, you know the name Viper? Hmm? You don't know. That's a mogul decision. So, you know what cockroaches and flies are about? Hmm? Don't you see? I'm just like you guys. They say that if you put it in your sight, you were created as a filthy being by God, just to be crushed."
Without waiting for the other person's answer, speaking unilaterally, Viper alternates the two bodies one by one, chopping the meat off and crushing the bones. Blood erupts and flesh pieces scatter over asphalt.
The cry of the severed demon is raised. And the passers-by saw the sight, and some walked away from it, and some vomited.
Vipers were possessors of pleasure-minded sexuality in the act of destroying the human body directly with their own hands. Crush, fold, crush, chisel, shut your loud mouth, and your rotten brain stops functioning and stops moving. I like to break it instantly, and it has a flavor to break it partially a little bit. In the latter case, the process of gradually weakening the other person is enjoyable and helpless.
Broken opponents don't talk about anything anymore. I don't think about it. I don't feel anything. Forced to end a fun game called life. But I can enjoy myself if I break it. I always think so while breaking it and feel extremely comfortable.
I broke it for the first time when I was in junior high school. The other guy was a bad high school student.
I have no consciousness of fighting at all. As a result of that desire alone to break a moving chunk of meat and stop moving, at the time a greater defect of the body than I was, was snapping the bones of all my fingers, bending the indirections of my arms in reverse, choosing out my eyeballs, pulling my ears off, peeling off my face skin, rolling with a rough breath.
Vipers tasted this unparalleled bliss when they saw a small chunk of flesh that was talking and thinking wisely just rolling like dog shit on the side of the road.
Since then, Viper has broken people he doesn't like, as instincts go. In the month before the police caught me, I broke thirty-one people.
He repeated his psychiatric appraisal over a long period of time, but the trial established the death penalty. Procedures are complicated for the death penalty for minors, so the execution of the death penalty was to take place a few days after Viper turned twenty, but the guide of a certain person allowed him to go out alive after the execution had been carried out.
And now it counts as one of the taboos that there are four people in the back street, and even the back street is named for being fearful. No, even among the street, its name was known through the internet. The number of eyewitnesses is high because they carry out a grand murder in front of the public at all costs.
"Uh, neat"
Looking down at the pieces of meat scattered throughout, he grins refreshingly and pays back the hair that was dripping beside his temples.
When they gaze at the passers-by who were stopping their feet, they simultaneously leave the spot early. It's a familiar reaction, so Viper doesn't think anything of it when he sees it.
Although I remember pleasure in human destruction, it doesn't mean I'm addicted to murder, and I don't have the desire to kill people without sight. The only thing that breaks it is the person you feel you don't like.
Viper proceeded to walk as if nothing had happened, as he returned to his whole body and bathed in blood. Reactions that surprise the different passers-by to see Viper amazing are still familiar to him and have no emotions whatsoever.