Sumi de ii Desu. Kamawanaide Kudasai

My own room.

The tatami is a slightly reddish dragon mustache table with edges. The redness of the sun is different from the color of the tatami tatami. Whatever it is, it doesn't translate into saying it's a high-end tatami with gaps in hands.

The room is about ten tatami size.

A plaid window with a red fence that looks out can be seen right in front of you if you open the door.

The slightly taller lights that would be most useful at night are in the corners of the room during the day. This is also the corner of the room because I don't want to be too prominent about the luxury carvings of flower butterflies that make my kimono go away. I keep large items such as my own trio lines and kites in my pockets.

There's nothing like a table, just a square table with legs to use when reading and writing. The paper, brush, and ink used to write letters to customers are put in crates and placed under their plates.

And my favorite piece of furniture, the lacquered black vanity, is placed next to the lattice window to avoid backlight considering the sunlight from the window. Mirrored. That's essential when wearing makeup.

"Is it also a secret to makeup?"

Plum trees dressed in long green yellow clothes sitting in front of such a favorite vanity have suddenly asked me questions, the lord of this room.

"Secret?"

He observes cosmetic tools lining up like a palette of serious and paint.

"When it's a sitting area, your brother Yi looks like a man. I only look like a girl in the daytime."

"That's it. Last one, that's a bit of a problem."

I still felt a smile at the curious apprentice staring at the cosmetic tools, oh...

I turn sideways with water in a cup reserved for chappies.

The fire bowl, the blue warmth, was spraying with patsy and firepowder.

"I've got a lot of ideas to make you look manly."

"Ha, what would it be like, for example!

Watching his makeup tools, he turned to me sassy and quick when he heard my words. It bounces like a voice sings, and my eyes only shine with a heart.

I don't think I can help but want to talk to Usuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu if they ask me so intriguingly.

on a seat futon placed next to the

Touching Chappie's white belly lying on her back with Puyopuyo, I figure out what to talk from.

"Gee."

Oh, I'm sorry. I pushed too hard.

"To make it look like you have a throat buddha, you can use black, tea, and white well in the middle of your neck to create a thin shadow and lighten up both ends of your neck somewhat so your neck looks a little thick."

"I see."

"Enough to make the eyebrows a little thicker when it comes to faces. And my hands are the easiest place to lose my mind because of my gender and age. Because we have to always put our strength into the corners."

You always have to be a man, but no matter how hard you try, the woman's body is a woman. I observed my brothers and sisters scatterly and thought about how I had to show them.

Everyone's neck is still slightly thicker than the woman's, and her arms and hands are boned.

And above all, it is characterised by the fact that the woman's body is soft and, in contrast, the man is stiff.

So I also muscled that I had to wear muscles.

Abdominal spine biceps.

Don't rest, don't be frightened, my body!

and the years of thirteen and fourteen years of growth refined and encouraged the flesh every day. The first thing you need to do is have the perfect body like your brothers and sisters. The aim is a split wonderful belly in six, beautiful flesh.

Humans are the best.

And it was a good thing that I meant it.

"Ouch..."

It doesn't end up being mucky.

Well, are you hardened? To an extent, the muscle period came to an end in about two years.

Which would be better as a result if I were to do a diet or muscle tread at all... I miss what I really worried about shortly after my frustration.

Blah, blah, blah. It wasn't until much later that I realized that neither of them would change eventually, and that the diet and muscle tresses were the same.

But now I think it was better than not doing it.

The customer said, "I think it's nice to have a good arm." He touched his arm with a pepper. At that time, he tried to outrun the scene by putting the power of "(sucks)" into the muscles of his arm.

If he had peeked behind this and been exposed, he would have been disgraced that he was a tough guy to stick with, etc., and it was a bitter memory that he was swallowing his spit as he lately imagined himself unable to recover from a glimmer of anxiety.

"Oh..."

But is it because of the muscle tread?

Pretty much. It's hardened. 'A little thin, but nice with hard muscles, isn't it?' And was it because of my daily deeds that happiness came down that I was praised unexpectedly to escape difficulties?

No worries if you're ready.

This is exactly what it is.

"Usually I relax, but it's still a gift of effort"

"What does the first one mean? I don't know if you're being praised or denigrated."

I give it back to him with a snort and admiration, with an extremely serious face.

Is it my fault that Umebi looks like autumn water lately? I can't deny the feeling that words and actions are becoming similar. Why am I teaching with you?

Be like me. Because you're a good girl.

"But Umeki doesn't have to be that far enough to be a boy. I think it would be nice to draw a line to your eyeballs."

That's what I say. I go near the vanity and take a brush from the little box of lacquer. Choice of extremely small pencils because I want to wrap my eyes around them.

There are many types of makeup in the Edo period of this world. So are the colors. I doubt even how it is made, but there are many kinds of foundation skin tone powders, purple, green, loess and other things that can give color to the face. It's like paint.

If everything is so different from the original world and race, it's not strange that such a point is developing.

He stood on his knees and looked at me coming in front of him, putting on a face that Plum Tree seemed happy with.

"Can you do it"

"Drop it properly in the bath."

Put your hand on Umebi's face and he closes his lid naturally as if it were a signal.

Such a little thing made my heart dust somehow.

Remaining face of yet unambiguous childhood.

It depends on whether this is a word for a man or not, but I can't wait to see when the flowers blossom.

With glossy golden hair, blue eyes and reddish white skin, he's really like a doll. If I were a girl, I would have praised her for being like a French doll. I would have thought of some rude things myself.

"Yes, it's okay to open your eyes"

"Wow. It's something that just pulls, it seems surprising ~"

"I guess that's why makeup has the letter 'makeup' on it."

Umeki raised his voice of admiration when he reflected his face in the mirror provided on the vanity.

I pride myself on being satisfied.

... I just pulled a line on my eyeballs.

As soon as I put the pencil in the box, I kind of miss my hands asexually. If I were to say, I miss my mouth, is it something similar?

I feel like I want to be touching something with my hands.

Anything you can grab.

... Oh, speaking of which.

"Chappie."

Just fine.

Don't you have that wonderful belly that's Chappie's puyo-pyo. Its belly bouncing off its fingers with soft elasticity.

Pumpkin, Pumpkin, Pumpkin.

When I remembered that feeling, I missed it uncomfortably, pulling a seat futon close to me… at a distance I could grab if I reached for it.

The pitchy body of the guy who closes his eyelids and still sleeps.

Puni... Puni.

Hmm.

It still feels good.

"Are those feathers from Brother Shimizu?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah"

Phew, and being soothed and neat by its pleasure, Umeki, who had his face in the mirror, came and pointed a small finger at a place.

Follow Umeki's gaze and you'll see it.

Actually, me falling asleep a little after eating dough on the edge.

I admire myself for being exposed to the outside air, but for sleeping well.

Although time had not yet passed so much, someone's feathers had already been worn to envelop the body when it rose to momentum.

I know who it is before I think of it as someone's because it was something that the person used and wore well.

As soon as Umeki sees it, he'll know.

"I have to go give it back."

"Gekovo."

Looks like he pushed Chappie's belly too hard again.

Sorry, Chappie.

"... right? I have to give it back."

It only reached the ears of those who tried to hear, groaned potpourrily in a voice that seemed to disappear.

Its tang red feathers were folded and left to avoid wrinkling next to the vanity. If you gently lift it up in your hand and look at it, you will receive a slight fragrance of brother Yisa. At the same time it must have been my fault that loneliness like a gap breeze went through my chest.

Bad and normal ends and happy endings exist in this game.

For now, wild daisy would be the bad end, but it would normally be the end, but it's not going to be the worst. In a happy ending, you can be punished, and even in a bad end.

Even at the normal end.

Then why can't the protagonist be happy when he says Noisy was punished at the Bad End?

This is because the love gauge is only approaching and halfway up, and if the other Hanaki misses the choice afterwards, something happens that causes the other customer to contract her.

Depending on the target, there will be a major fire in Yoshihara at the Bad End, where he will die helping the main character… for whatever unforeseeable reason.

From this, it is good to say that Noju is just a character created to cheer up the story, "The Horse of the Horse."

By the way, I know who is which bad-end, normal end.

I hope you don't get into this now why you understand all the branching routes.

... I must have been a nerd from a sexual root.

"Speaking of which, I..."

"I wonder what you thought of everyone."

Another strange thing.

In that dream I had on New Year's Day, I did recall buying that game because I "like Japanese style".

But he seemed to be interested in the behavior of the wild daisies and the main characters, but I don't recall feeling anything like this about everyone at the heart of the attack.

Normally, it wouldn't be strange to remember a little bit if you enjoyed the game.

What do you mean you don't know what you think when you know what's going on and how the game is going?

"I love this character super! 'I wish I had one character I could say.

"What's wrong?

To that further fact, my complexion showed no surprise or fear, and I just became faceless.

Aili already has someone she likes. That's a fact in this world that can't even be changed.

If it's a normal end, it's still good. Because after the beginning of the season, they will talk about becoming a couple. And a happy ending would be good. Because I have a personal story from my real fathers, and I can finally get out of the brothel before dawn of the year, and be approved by both my loving parents.

But if it's the Bad End, the opponent will either die or contract.

That's why I want it to be a normal or a happy ending somehow. with the person you like.

Even if it doesn't go the way the game is, at least don't let everyone get away with it or die.

I don't care if you're going to be with someone you like.

But if not.

If someone who likes Aili becomes like a bad end without liking Aili.

There is a black shadow of chest noise between the brows.

I don't know what it's like to be distracted from Eric right now. Orchid seems generally good, but the others are totally.

Although it's only natural that she doesn't know the details because she's repeatedly disappearing if she shows up.

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"Paw, where have you been?"

After baton touching Umebi to Autumn Water, I was looking for a cat with nothing to lose.

I haven't worshipped him since yesterday.

I say cats are whimsical, but I miss them as a proper owner. It's even dangerous if they think you're the owner of Ning Ro Guardian.

What if they think you're just a nearby, well-to-do person or something?

We've already met for about six years.

I don't want to be discouraged that the trust I've been building up was an illusion idol.

I call my guardian's name as I even walk down the hallway.

I saw it earlier on the ground floor (other than the dining room), and I didn't get the information that I saw it in a specific place when I asked the men.

I don't see it in certain places...

That is, because it looks familiar to me, but I haven't stayed, I don't know exactly where I am.

Not at all...

"Yes, sir. You wanted to see me?

"Hmm?"

Someone replied to my voice in front of the wind room.

"Nyah."

"... stop using protection to ventriloquist."

What is' nya '?

You're not cute, you idiot.

Half the room door open, lift the protections and zero sighs at the young man playing with his forelegs moving.

"Well, now that I know where he is, I guess it's good."

Hit the target with a slightly cooled gaze, turn around trying to get back on the road you came from. Step right and step out.

"Wait a minute."

"I'm trying not to talk to suspicious people."

"Wow."

A very deliberate breeze that raises a full voice of discomfort.

I was upset about something.

"Oh no more... if you don't want to talk, let me just say this"

"All human beings, cylons, horses, daisies."

That's what he says with a serious face, which you were charming just now.

Humans all things Cylon Horse.

The meaning is that temporary happiness/unhappiness, because of it, can quickly turn into the opposite position, and should not be carelessly overjoyed.

Happiness and misfortune cannot be expected.

I don't know what turns to disaster and bliss.

Once upon a time, Weng's precious horse, who lived near a Chinese castle, escaped. It's unhappy.

But I was overjoyed because the horse came back with one horse when I didn't think he was coming back. Happiness has come.

But his son rode the horse, and he fell, and he was badly injured. I'm unhappy again.

The injury prevented my son from going to war, but all the young people in the neighborhood went to that war and none returned.

But my injured son was the only one safe because he didn't go to war.... happiness.

We don't know what's wrong and what's good for us.

Story idiom.

It is the cylon horse of all things human.

"? How..."

"What Noisy thinks is good doesn't necessarily lead to happiness. And vice versa."

Distract your gaze from me and continue fumifying the meatballs on both forelegs of your protection.

"Everyone in the whorehouse trusts Noju more than you think. Much more than working."

"It is,"

"If anything happens, you can count on it."

"What do you think?" he asked.

I'm a little confused by that saying that I see something clearly.

I wonder why you say that.

Then you can go back because it looks like Noisy's here to pick you up.

"Nyaa."

The guardian crosses over to Totetote and to the hallway where I am.

What the hell is he talking about?

I hold the guard and leave the room behind to escape.

Like a child when he finds out what's hidden.