Spirit’s Paradise And The Idle Another World Life

He was greeted with great welcome when he was taken to Mr. Blast's mansion, the parent of the slam, by a poor cousin of Gala. The people who thanked me for what I did last time got a little moved to gather to say thank you. But it's hard to get to the end......

"Mr. Jude, is it still going to take?

I walk quite a bit when Mr. Jude takes me out of Mr. Blast's mansion. The atmosphere is scary because it's in the slam, and because it stands out, it means no light sphere magic, which is full of quite anxiety.

I had decided to believe in Mr. Jude, but my heart started to shake early. Is there really a light of hope ahead of such a dark path?

"Right. Should be a little bit more."

"Should be? Is this where Mr. Jude has never been?

Oh, come on, I've been following Mr. Jude in faith, so I hope you don't say anything to reinforce your anxiety.

"Yes, I apologize for the impatience."

"... haha, sorry I came so suddenly"

About a third of it was my responsibility. But, well, it's Jude's cousin's fault that's sudden, so scold him. I don't think I can help it if it's about time.

"No, teachers are always welcome to visit. Don't worry, we'll step it up perfectly next time."

"Is this your next opportunity? We could have a banquet, and now you can take us to a good place, right? We're having enough fun this time, so you don't have to worry about the next opportunity."

If you don't say no to the next opportunity, you'll see a future where your brother-in-law interrupts you again. I want to hang out with Kosokoso in the pleasure zone, and it's out of my hopes to be entertained while I'm being appreciated.

"The teacher owes me an unrequited favor. At that time, if my parents' lives had been lost, this slam would have been terrible. The inhabitants are also grateful. I haven't been able to repay you for a minute of dust this time."

Mr. Jude explains it with a bitter laugh, but a minute of dust with this banquet and some fun afterwards? If that's the case, you won't be able to repay me for the rest of your life.

... The way you think of the Nintendo blasts, you're seriously going to be thinking about giving back for life or something.

If that happens, it will be a major obstacle to my nightlife. The kingdom of Beryl is full of pleasure streets. I have trouble getting interrupted every time.

But you don't convince me that these types of people simply don't need it or anything.

Can I just say it feels hotter like this? You won't accept me if I don't feel pure with a bloodthirsty taste.

... It's a very bad taste, but I need to push it a little for a full nightlife. I'm terribly bad at it, but let's do our best.

"Mr. Jude... I... owe or give back... I'm not helping people for that. The gratitude I received from everyone today is no small piece of dust. It was big enough to fill my mind. That's all I need. It's too much to come to the Kingdom of Beryl."

Filled with stomach, filled with alcohol, juice and tea, but you don't have to be honest about that.

I told Jude the words in as serious a voice as I could... but you suck, I spit out unfamiliar taste words, so I have goosebumps all over my body. You saved me in a dark place.

"Doctor..."

He seems to be impressed with something. I chose a word that Nintendo type of person might like, but he was a Dompisha.

Silfida, the contract. It was an embarrassing and unvomitable word when the Spirit was around, but I'm glad I did my best.

"Doctor, I will always tell you what the teacher says, to your parents, no, to all the inhabitants of the slum. The heart of the great benefactor of the slam, everyone… everyone… rejoices"

No, no, no, this guy, what are you talking about? What kind of punitive game is that, like, spreading my embarrassing words across the slam? If they do that, the spirit dies?

Are you going to kill me? Are you going to kill me?

"No, Mr. Jude, don't tell anyone else because it's embarrassing. This is the only place he talks."

"There's nothing to be ashamed of. The teacher's words will be the hope of everyone in the slam!

Hope? I don't know what that means, but I think it's a mistake of despair. But I feel like I care what Mr. Jude is getting hot about. For the Nintendo type of person, the stinking line was probably a drama drug.

If it stays like this, that embarrassing line could really spread across the slam. If I hit him with a hammer, would my memory fly?

My brain miso is going to splash before I can remember. Um, pioneering tools are too powerful to be suitable for delicate situations. Yes, I'm a spiritualist, and you can do something with spirituality.

It's the spirit of darkness that's related to the spirit, you can't. You don't have a contract with the Dark Spirit. Master Dirk and Onyx aren't here, and if this happens anymore, do we have a new contract?

Fortunately, it's a dark alley, and it would be the Spirit of Darkness flying occasionally. Catch him, sign a contract, brainwash Mr. Jude, or erase his memory... can we?

"Doctor, what's wrong?

"... no, nothing"

I get a little calm with Mr. Jude's voice. If I contract with momentum at a time like this, Sylphie and the others will ask me why I signed the contract. I'm going to find out something, including an embarrassing line, if that happens.

If that happens, the quality is worse than the story spreading across the slam... I'll have to work it out myself.

How can I persuade Mr. Jude?... Yes, I forgot. You can't normally say no to people like this, so I threw up an embarrassing line earlier. Then I have to say no in a language that suits Mr. Jude.

Words that Mr. Jude seems to be convinced of...... Words...... yes! I can go with this. If the conversation connects well, we should be able to figure it out. The conversation flow... Yeah, sounds pretty easy.

"Mr. Jude, I knew you'd keep the earlier story a secret."

Ask me why.

"Why not? teacher's mind, I think we should all know"

I shouldn't know, but it's on schedule, so it's okay. Decide here.

"'Cause that's not true, is it?

Honestly, I don't even know exactly what the word "Chi" means, but for people of this type, using the word "Chi" should usually work something out. And then, believe in the power of translation.

"... if you don't think the teacher is pure, you can't help it. Okay, I'll take this story to the graveyard."

"Thank you"

I really can't help it, I'm surprised myself. It's amazing.

"This house, right? Doctor, you're on your own from here on out. I'll pick you up after noon."

"What, it's a little big, but it looks like a regular private house, is it here? After lunch?"

It's a normal private house out of the slum, but it's not a pleasure zone, is it? Can my hopes come true in this place? But after noon, you mean play all night?

"Yes, have a good time"

Mr. Jude has gone away. What's this all about?

... Well, when I get here, I'll have to go. Even if it came off, I can tolerate it because from now on, I won't have any extra notice. It's more bothersome not to go later, isn't it?

I'm flattered to be able to persuade you just to say that it's not pure to get thanked again and again, but the word pure is omnipotent for a ninja type of person.

"... Well, it's dark, all you have to do is knock on the door, right?

I knock with a little anxiety because I don't remember what kind of promise I made with Mr. Jude.

"Oh, you're late."

"Ah, Sacubas's sister! What? Why?

Out the door came Sacubus's sister, who had been nominated for "Size is Justice". What do you mean?

"Ugh, why do you think?

No, I asked because I don't know. But it's very colorful.

"Heh, you don't get it, do you? But it's boring talking here. Take the time to solve the riddle inside. It's a very pleasant place inside."

Sacubas's sister speaks slowly from my neck muscle to her cheeks with lustrous fingertips. I don't care about the doubts, I go inside to be manipulated by the flirtatious.

"" "" "" Welcome to the Succubus Hall!

A bunch of Sacubas sisters popping into their eyes along with a sweet, demonic smell pushing at them.

Succubus Hall? What that power word.

"Come on, Bo, don't stop all the time. Go inside. This isn't a store, it's a real succubus hall where we really live. It's a rare place to get in, so have fun."

Surrounded by the dreadfully dressed sisters who welcomed us, they lead us from the front door to the back room.

A real succubus hall? Do you live here? You mean the private place of the horny sisters? Glad to hear it, but why?

I have a lot of questions, but I can't turn my head because of the feeling of my sisters hitting me everywhere on my body and the sweet exhalation hanging from my face and neck muscles.

"Ugh, it's usually our hall... you're the only owner of this hall today. Hey, Lord, what does the Lord do here?

"Fun thing?

"What makes you feel good?

"Something very unspeakable to people?

Sitting down to be pushed down by the couch, he whispers words from a bunch of luscious horny devils that sound all the same even though the words are different.

"Why, not at all...?

I want to do all the fun and pleasant things and things that people can't say very well. I feel the same content, but then I would like to ask you to repeat it.

"That's the Lord. You've got a lot of nerve in the Succubus Hall."

The voices of the horny sisters arrive that want to praise the courage on their boisterous heads.

Bradycardia? Why bradycardia? It's just pleasure, isn't it?

Hmm? Succubus?... Speaking of which, before this, it was like being squeezed to the limit by one succubus sister? There are six succubus sisters in front of me this time.

"... well, yeah, you have to solve the riddle! In the meantime, I'd like to hear from you, while you take your time and have a drink!

When the Succubus' sister thinks of six, the word supraabdominal death comes to mind, and her spine is frightened.

In the meantime, it's dangerous to leave yourself to the flow as it is. Let's calm down once.

But if you think calmly, why the Succubus Hall? Mr. Jude, are you trying to assassinate me?

... No, no, you were so impressed with my story, it just wouldn't be there.

No, if you think about it, isn't it suspicious that you'd be persuaded by that story? Could I die on my stomach?