The guests were particularly looking forward to today's feast.
The contents of the banquet are a substitute for gathering hundreds of young girls to sneak around and like those caught.
If it's about the rape show for girls and young girls, they've experienced it from day to day. But the Mausoleum Orgy Party, which depends on the gathering of hundreds of people for allowances and allowances, is a magnificent and delightful event that cannot be found inside, even from the regulars of the Feast of the Livestock, and they were eagerly awaiting the day, which was no longer enough for common abusive shows and mausoleum events.
On three masked buses, dozens of guests in masks went to a hotel that, no matter how they saw it, they didn't think they were running it.
Masked guests inflate their hearts with expectations. I'm sure there are hundreds of naked toddlers in this hotel who will have indiscriminate sex with them.
Since the number of young girls is more than double the number of guests, they are not taken from each other. But I thought I would do it in a large space, and it was surprising that it would be executed in a narrow, intricate place called a hotel, which at the same time inflated expectations and delusions.
"It's not just a mess, it's a hide-and-seek element."
A gentleman in a young mask speaks to an acquaintance wearing the face of a fox next door. Both are of such a high social standing. Otherwise, you can't be a guest here.
"I think there's something to enjoy until you find someone you like."
A man wearing a fox's face shakes his obese body softly.
"Go ahead, come here"
The executives of the familiar organization prompt the guests to enter the hotel with a strange face. He's not hiding a face. I cut it off on the front streets, only in the back streets - because as the executives of The Formalin-Pickled President, I decided to live.
I noticed that some of my guests were subtly strange about how the executives were doing, but no one tried to think deeply, and no one tried to ask, above all the expectations of today's event.
Guests wander into the lobby of an old, dirty hotel that can never be described as spacious. It's dark inside. It's not so dark that you can't see anything, but it only has limited lighting.
"We're all in."
An executive speaks to someone. Some noticed that the voice was slightly trembling, and I was surprised, but the lights were on and I was distracted by something else.
Directly opposite the hotel door, a large painting was decorated. Pictures of swordsmen and wizards in the fantasy world fighting giant creature opponents, such as palm crabs and dragonflies.
"Is that it? Is this... Recommend 11...?
One of the guests looks at the outfit and creatures of the person in the painting and squeals. He was experienced in Virtual Trip style online gaming.
Before the painting, one child stood. He is an early teenager. White man with blonde green eyes dressed in yellow hoodie with blue half pants. The look is breathtaking and looks like both a girl and a boy.
The next moment, dozens of customers were in another world.
The sight in the painting plays out in front of us. Fantasy-style dressed men and women are right on the side, pounding crabs.
The executives who brought the guests drowned cold sweats from all over their bodies and breathed. In front of us, all our guests fell in unison.
"I'll see you later for the procedure of electrospiritualizing them. I'll tentatively seal my soul in the painting first."
A white boy in a hoodie - Shizuno Rei mutters with no one as he overlooks the fallen guests.
Tired originally knitted the art of sealing the human soul in a painting. It is the art of sealing the person who showed the painting into a subspace of the same sight as the painting, but if the body is more alive, it is also possible to seal it in a state where it remains alive as a living spirit and to retain it only to deprive the body of its freedom. Furthermore, if it is a simple order of motion, such as to make you walk, sit, etc., you can manipulate a body that has been plucked from the soul.
This technique is not applied to any human being. Limited to irresistible humans. This technique does not apply to those with powerful paranormal powers, to those with old souls, to those protected by powerful guardian spirits, to those with strong spiritual protection under some conditions, to those with considerable individuality, to those with strong self, etc. But the average person, whether he's a backstreet resident or not, can't resist this technique for the most part.
(The technique of electric spiritualization is basically not so different from this technique. But the art of electric spiritualization can also operate more complex in the virtual world)
In that sense, I think tiredness is more advanced than my own surgery, although it is computer space limited.
Tired had already met the power of electric spiritualization in the form of surgery. Like Nyanton and Tatsuyoshi and Makihime, he wasn't given supernormal powers by his nurturing husband messing with his brain through a dream band. After they saw the process of making electric spirits, they knitted it as their new technique in only one and a half days.
The tiredness of deciding to join hands with her nurturing husband had some thoughts in quickly increasing the number of electric spirit players.
One of them is the guest of the President pickled in formalin. If they were intoxicated by the banquet of the cattle that made men crooked, they decided to turn them into electric spirits for the sole reason that their consciences would not be broken where they treated them.
The plan is to blackmail the executives of the formalin-pickled president, bring a large number of guests to the made-up event, and take away their souls at once. That worked perfectly.
"What am I supposed to do now..."
An executive, who had been repeatedly blackmailed to bring guests, looked over at the large number of guests who had fallen into the lobby and moaned with trembling.
Even though he was blackmailed, he complained in large part that there was an event and lost it by deceiving a large number of customers of the organization into obsolescence. You can't stay in the organization like this.
"Shouldn't we just flee overseas?
Tired of saying it like other personnel. No, it's actually other personnel.
"Oh, I have a family, too!
"You should run away with your family, right?
Tired of seeing executives complaining in tears, with white eyes.
(Even those killed by a formalin-pickled president would have had a family. Even those who were driven to death by this man. Yet it's something I used to tell you to soak this up)
Two and angry emotions creep up in my tiredness.
"In a word now, it's on my mind. Without the current dialogue, I would have kept my word."
"Stay..."
In a chilling tone, tired, the man tried to say something even more terrified, but soon its body collapses. They sucked the soul out of the painting.
"I'll keep my promise for only half of it. I will not give a hand to your family. I am."
Looking down at the executive who fell on the floor, tired spills an evil smile.
Then Tired takes out his cell phone and sends an email to the owner of this hotel. The contents are reports that the life of the electric spirit has been secured.
The person in the email is still enthusiastic about the nettle anyway, and I was tired of thinking that they would come back to process it fairly later, but unexpectedly, they responded quickly and came down to the lobby.
"Wow..."
Thirties and thought a small man appeared in the lobby, looking down at the dozens of people who were falling and moaning.
The man's name is Yasuke Kamakura. But I recognize tiredness more by its name than by its in-game name. Recommended 11 Top Abandoners of Pink Mackerel, in Nyanton.
"They haven't electrically spiritualized yet. I'm going to carry it to my room, put on my diapers, put on my dream band, and then I'm going to electrospiritualize it."
"Okay. I'll get someone from the organization. No, I should have called you first. Until then, I can recommend eleven. Good luck."
It was a rumor that he was an incapable of social dictionary, and even when I first met him in real life, all I could say was don't bluff, but he made a caring statement and put in a word of nerve, so tired surprised me.
"People in this organization can no longer use it. Because the same hand won't get through the boulder again and again. Your next purchase will take a little while."
I'll take care of it.
Briefly, Nyanton returns to his room.
Tired looks over again at the guests falling into the lobby and smiles again. Now it was not an evil grin, but a slightly lonely grin.
"If you think you finally got out of the hiccups... will you go back to me before you meet Junko? Betray Junko and the others..."
I uttered the word betrayal and then realized it again and my tired chest hurt so badly.