Sumi de ii Desu. Kamawanaide Kudasai

Today is the day I go to see that guy in the Heavenly Moon brothel.

This will be the third time, but I was wondering if you could make it familiar.

I'm anxious.

"Matsuyo-sama."

"Yes."

"It will be between lilies. Go ahead."

If you go inside the brothel and speak to the warden, he will show you right away. This is the third time, and Guo's rule is that only one man can buy inside a whorehouse has decided on his mind. Who I came to buy, to see, is what I would say I would know in one shot if I kept coming to see you.

Mostly, I have reservations at the last time, so I'm sure the visitors know.

"Okay. I'll be inside."

"Thanks"

After a short walk, you arrive in a door room with lily flowers on it.

Yes, between the lilies.

I haven't seen you yesterday.

"Heh heh - right"

The man I missed in a hurry day and night (one) responded to me entering the room with a beautiful smile.

"You should sit there."

"I don't like it. It's good next to you... And the salutation... it's kind of dreary."

"... fu, haha. You're a pretty girl."

The person in front of you who single-handedly lifts the hair next to your face.

Long hair is beautiful from the woman's me and I fall in love with it.

The thin neck is feminine. Fingers are thin and long and beautiful. My eyes, which tend to lay low slightly out of sight, fill my chest when I can stare at them at them at a mundane moment.

"Would you like a kite today? Or dance?"

"So... give me a kite"

I love this one's kite.

The delicate kite tone produced from strings bounced with supple fingertips is also elegant and strong. So much so that you can always hear the singing of God played from an instrument called a kite, which sounds all over the lily.

I wish this time would last forever...

"I wonder if it was just my art. You're good at kites and dancing, right?

Such a wish is vain, and if time passes by playing the kite, the performance is over.

"It's a corner. I want to be with you two more often."

After finishing with a kite, I honestly revealed my feelings because that's what they said. The truth is that the first time a vulture or new construction warmed the sitting area with three sides, kites, dancing, etc., and I, the playman and the customer, had a drink or chat, but I dared to have it saved.

Even without that, I'm good enough as long as this one's here.

The loved one smiled gently at my words, but at the next moment he shifted his gaze and looks painful.

Why is that?

"I'm sorry. As I said last time... I never go to bed with you. You don't have to put any money on me for you."

"Still!"

"I'll be back. I know, you're not on anyone's invitation wish, are you?

"... yeah, so"

"Then it's my goal to be the first woman you love."

No woman has yet, whom he has forgiven his body, loved.

Then you just have to wait for him to hold you.

"... it's so painful that I can't hold you."

"Then,"

"I like you. Such a lovely woman makes me happy. So at least..."

Dossa -...

After cutting the words like that, the fingers on the left hand of the loved one who was next to me are tangled, even in my right hand. And with my hands behind my neck, I was pushed down.

Nearby eyes become softly thin and are about to be swallowed by the vortex in them.

We stare at each other at close range.

The hand being held is strangely sweaty, and because it is embarrassing, the thin, long finger is tangled in my finger once I try to release it, and it is not easy to untie it. And is it my desire to fulfill that restraint is strong enough to move my fingers to solve it?

- Chu,

"May I…?"

"To your precious lady."

Soft feel felt on cheeks.

Whose words are spoken in your ears?

Is this a dream?

The mouth and whisper on his cheek that he gave me, that he wouldn't go on the floor, was directed at me?

Isn't that a dream?

"Oh, um, give me proof that this isn't a dream."

"Give me your name... call me my name"

"Then you call me by my name, too. I've never been called before."

I have been there for 3 days, but I have never called my name. Notice that, or this one didn't seem to dare to call my name either.

Were you nervous the first day, time had passed within I was going to call you, and by the time I realized it was kind of embarrassing already, and I couldn't call you to call this guy's name.

The corner. The opportunity this guy gave me.

When should I say it if I don't say it now?

"Ah,"

"Matsuyo, look..."

"of,"

"Yeah."

"Nojuku, Dear -"

My dear wild daisies.

Do you have any sincere words for Guo's man?

In Yoshihara, where those words fly.

I can't help but think.