Sumi de ii Desu. Kamawanaide Kudasai

"Well, being a cute kid. What's your name?

"No, I'm not."

"Ishimi-chan, right? She's adorable to the name ~"

Time for work in no time.

Matsuyoshi admires Wazumi, who sits on the front seat and sits behind my three steps, with his hands together in front of his chest.

No, no, you're so innocent. You're cute, too, Senorita.

Matsuyo-sama is intrigued by Wazumi because he rarely comes to my sitting area on a daily basis. He said he went to other brothels, but I guess he didn't see much there either.

On the first day, Japanese-style springs are sent from the beginning to the seating area, but this is usually the case. If it is introduced, it will be raised in the back without showing it to the customer, but if it is a normal vulture, it will be made to look like a pong in the sitting area.

But that's not the kind of wax that makes you make tea or pour alcohol, it's not the kind of wax that makes you open a wax, ink a firebowl, or do anything to make you work. Always let him stay behind me until about a week has passed since I came in and show him the sitting area. Just show it to me. If a customer wants to be alone with a playman, they can drop him back in the room, so it's sort of like an educational internship.

The futon laying I used to do, but unfortunately I never used it myself. Therefore, I have decided to ask other Hanaki and my brother to help me around.

"What do you write about Isumi?

Admiring her maternal instincts right now, she is adorable for setting up and knocking down Wazumi, stroking her head with a poff of poff.

When it came to Wazumi, whose eyes were patchy and lit up, my face became even more red and this was interesting again. I think I know best in the world now that Matsuyo-sama wants to rot this little one.

"In addition to the sum of Japanese paper, it's a spring, and it's a Japanese spring."

"Ugh, it's an elegant word"

Matsuyoshi looked pleasantly at Wazumi, writing the shape of the letter with his fingertips in his palm.

It's really healing at this hour.

But when my uncle asked me about this, he said, "What are you gonna do when your customers heal you, you idiot! 'Or so they're going to say. Well, you're right.

There was a lot going on today, and my head hurts a little, and I think I'm feeling unnecessarily healed by this situation. Is it too much to think about? Sometimes I'm worried about Aili's bedtime speech, and I can't get that out of my head inside either. If the wind didn't get in the way like that, would something have changed?

I am also, of course, concerned about what Brother Shimizu said. It was a mystery that they had responded normally without upset or anything to Wind's hate speech, and that the two of them had talked about it before.

'Yes, but as I said before, I don't hate her.'

What about her... Is it okay to talk about Ai Li from the beginning?

Something about me, I guess I shouldn't have remembered the game. I think I'm funny-looking in my memory, and it's nothing fun or anything. Tragic, to say the least.

"Sakuho, you're quite an adult when you look at her like this."

"Sakuho is a good new building. It's only a matter of time before I can treat you like a child."

Sakuho is the new child who is lifting me to today's sitting area. The vertical figure is decent, and rather than aesthetic, he has a slightly cute residual face somewhere.

Flax hair is glossy, and the beautiful short hair that is sassy to follow the shape of the head seems soft enough to stick with it. Good. My hair cubicle has been peeling lately so I definitely want to apprentice. I miss those days when I didn't have to do anything to sparkle, what a human being who just turned sixteen this year would say, but you can't help but be pretty jealous and bite your lips when you see angel rings glowing at the top of your head.

Right.

He's under Brother Ribbon, but he's traveling to my sitting area tonight. The last time you came was five days ago. You were only here recently.

Thank you so much for your help.

"That's not true. Embarrassing."

Sakuho, who prepared tea leaves for me and Matsuyo-sama to use for tea after alcohol, said so and laughed nicely. She is a lovely newbie who is polite but somewhere adorable.

Stop tall! I'm paying for this! You'll have a good mouth breath! ':

"'Please calm down, sir, I'm in trouble!'"

So soothing, all of a sudden a man's wild anger rang up to my room upstairs.

How annoying.

"Oh? Something not noisy down there?

Matsuyoshi put his hand on his mouth and leaned his neck in surprise.

Sakuho made his body jump victoriously at the voice, but immediately returned to tea support, making sure that nothing was there.

"Come on, I wonder what's wrong. How's the booze still better than that?

"It's delicious today too! You want to enjoy the new dance and the kite of the geisha even more."

"Good."

Off-topic. Suggest liquor.

It is unusual, but not uncommon, for a male guest to come to a brothel once in a while.

Basically, anyone can buy a playman if they pay what they deserve, so it's impossible to say this. But if you're a man, you can't do it unless you have something that can properly identify you. I treat my job half forcefully at Daimon, and not a single good thing.

I don't really want women to talk about it, but Matsuyo-sama really cares, he tries to keep his ears quiet and clear. Okay, I'll put my hand on her tiny ear and put a lid on it, but she said with excitement, "Oh, that's good."

Hey, this kid is totally gone.

And why are you so excited?

"Men come to places like this, too. I remember being stunned when I knew there was such a temple because I thought it was for women."

"It is"

"We can't believe men buy men. It's scales from our eyes."

"I guess."

"But I adore you a little."

"Huh."

"Ugh."

I decided not to hear Matsuyo-sama's strange adorable remarks and pour the alcohol into the pork mouth.

I see, was this the reason for the excitement?

"Gissiggi, Sigga, Tagga."

If I was pouring, I could hear some running noise telling the floor of the room about what happened to the anger I had heard until earlier. The sound of running around in irregular rhythms is slowly approaching.

With that, the noise of the quarrel reached me and Matsuyo-sama's ears again.

"Customer! If you go around any further, you'll be punished! ':

Shut up! Where the hell did you hide it? Get out Ujino Hanaki!! ':

I'm not sure what happened, but as far as I could hear the man like a guest, he seemed to be looking for Brother Ujino.

I see you were a guest of my brother Yi.

What I'm looking for is that the new building that was attached to my brother must have managed to get him away.

Playmen should not raise their hands to guests no matter what they do. Except for protection if the blade is taken out.

If you're a flower queen, you don't have to know if you're familiar with it, and if you're not, there are always a few newcomers and mangeists in the room. I won't let you two do it with a guest and a flower queen.

Let Hanaki familiarize herself with it only if she goes through for three days and at the end of the day decides that it is good for Hanaki to tame this guest. In the process, customers are not allowed to talk to Hanaki or even touch him. Sometimes I have customers who go backwards on it, but that's where the new build comes in. Leave the spot to the man geisha for a while, and promptly let Hanaki out of the sitting area and back down to the main room.

All you have to do is ask the men to suppress the guests and wait for your uncle to affix the title of "No Exit" (Retel) to the guests.

"Is Ujino Hanaki okay? Though you're a man, you have to be too blind to love... poor thing."

"Right. Though I say that when you fall in love, you lose reason and common sense..."

But what is running around in a brothel? It's a little too rough.

Somehow, love is blind, what a cute word you can't seem to say enough obsession.

This can't be normal. If it's like a guest walking out of a room and rambling around, it's not funny if he's caught at all.

What are the men doing! It's all about Brother Ujino! It is useless because I see it screaming in my heart, but naturally not everyone can hear it, and I am not a psychic with telepathic abilities. I grabbed the hem of my kimono because it was creepy.

But Matsuyo-sama told me something and said, "It's okay, come on, let's go." No, no, no, no! Sure, I grabbed the hem, so maybe you looked like you were putting up with something, but you're not!

"You're not even here!

Together with his voice, he makes noises and opens them up awesomely.

I wondered what it was, and Matsuyo-sama and I looked back instantly.

"Become"

"Oh no, Master Nojuku!

Matsuyo-sama hides behind me.

He sneezed his feathers and grabbed them and stuck them on his back.

Meanwhile, the commonsense disrespectless man, who opened his mouth rampantly without a voice, looks at this side with a rough breath. Blood-running eyes are going to pop out with their eyeballs as they are, making me sick.

From his voice, is this the man who was chasing Brother Ujino? Flowwise too.

"Oh... that's beautiful"

The man is whining about something with a bump.

But I haven't seen a polite man in a long time. It is a little disappointing to say that it is an old man with brown, gray hair and greasy skin.

I would have liked to have seen Rin in person anyway.

Since I got here, I haven't seen a lot of people who look polite, and I think I forgot even the concept of "yum." The last time I saw him was before he came to Heaven and Moon, when he woke up in that river plain.

"No, but... it's not bad for a boy like you. And the look, the beauty you just missed with a brunette, if it's a wild daisy flower queen."

Or if you're swallowing, the man took a step forward and slowly approached us for the good that we wouldn't move. You look like a pig and you look like a snake.

Hey, hey, hey. Don't come this way. Wouldn't you sweat any more, what would you do if drops containing weird fungi fell into tatami? Why don't you change the tatami? I can't use that tatami anymore. Plus, I think you got dirty when they stepped on you with your natto smelly feet, so please, pay me back.

But please. Please don't come this way.

In the meantime, I have to say what I want to say.

"Disgusting"

Men! Chamon!

What a scream in my heart, but I knew I couldn't.