Sumi de ii Desu. Kamawanaide Kudasai

"Didn't you have to shake it so luxuriously?

"Do you have a complaint?

"Not as clear as it sounds."

Noju disappeared from the brothel, about a decade.

Shimizu and Asakami, who turned 35, the beginning of the year of the playman, look back at the town in front of Yoshihara's Daimon.

"I don't like you, so I refuse."

"When I saw that woman's face, it was a sight to see."

"You have a distorted personality."

"Not as good as you."

Ten years went by. The two people who see each other's faces again, unlike a decade ago, float a slightly older face that has suffered fatigue and decay with a smiley, bitterness mixed there, but sunny colors.

The gold (Kinsu) they saved in ten years is roughly twenty-five. He had also served from a young age, and something like a retirement pension came out somewhat.

I used more gold than I needed for myself. Fresh water was originally stored from the point where it became a flower queen, so there is some for it.

"Besides, I need to find a job."

"Oh, well, why don't you hit the soba?

I don't know how much a playgirl's ransom will cost.

But I knew that the money I'd saved for years would be gone in a flash, so I just stuffed my head with knowledge that I didn't even know when to use it, from farming to dyeing properties, so that I could live each one out. Knowledge alone, but definitely better than no. If we don't have jobs in our hands, we don't have a future for ourselves out of the brothel.

There are many who remain in the brothel even if they stop playing men, but they didn't want to be.

After all, there seems to be freedom, which equals no freedom.

I wonder how Ribbon and Ujino are doing.

"Do a fisherman or something. Aren't you? But I can't believe that ribbon came out."

But, and that ribbon left the brothel lightly at the beginning of the year, both shallow protection and fresh water circled their eyes. He seemed like a man who was going to stay in a brothel without getting laid.

"Immerse yourself in the poison forever, because you don't see what you see."

And he stroked Shallow Protection's head around Gushagusha, smiling mischievously, leaving Heavenly Moon in such a way that he didn't feel untrained.

I couldn't say we were very close, but when we were gone, was it because of Shallow Protection that I missed you somewhere?

Ujino also left the brothel five years ago without resistance and asked for the rest. Hanaki said that he also had the right to refuse the contract, but he didn't. He looked awake somewhere and said, "This is fine." He told Shallow Protection the night before the contract.

The longer I stayed, the less I could tell, and he seemed scared of something invisible.

"I wish I could have come with you."

Meanwhile, Sasa remained the head of the brothel, which was the beginning of the season together this year.

She told the two of them that it was not because she had love or anything, but simply because she didn't have a place to go home and money.

It is undeniable that I did have a bit of a squandering habit, so neither fresh water nor shallow protection tried to force me to take them. Maybe we could try living together when life settles down, for God's sake, but we're not sure when that will be.

If you leave the brothel, you will never go back there, so this will be your lifelong goodbye.

"I wonder if she's going to be there forever."

Aili ended up sitting in a brothel from then on and never stayed away from the playmen until this year.

Even if Ujino gets picked up and Ribbon doesn't cook and starts living outside the brothel, there's no change.

And now that Shimizu and the others were leaving the brothel, she spoke to him all the time here.

In an attempt to get out of the brothel now, on the spot to be dropped off by all the playmen.

"Mr. Shimizu, I like you. Um... if you can, why don't you live with me? I think it's time to get out of here. '

To this point, I thought I had never seen Asako before.

Did you find fresh water hard to refuse if you say it in front of all of them? Did I mistake his kindness for favor?

I have a lot of thoughts either way.

He is not kind. There is a deep darkness in that heart, and in the end there is a bottom that I cannot peek into.

"Aili"

It was fresh water that surprised me slightly that I was told as if I were to accept it, but after just a few wrinkles between my eyebrows, I slowly opened my mouth as I looked at the playmen around me, not the love of looking at this one.

"I am."

Asakami saw how she had expectations for fresh water to speak out in a gentle tone, and that the corner of Aili's mouth would rise happily.

"I don't like you, I refuse."

Speaking out his last words, Shimizu laughed back at his affection. It's not a bitter laugh that seems sorry, it's not a face that looks awkward, it's not an angry face, it's a neat, crisp smile.

Because it was said with such a face, Aili didn't know what she was being said for a moment. I suffered from understanding. Aili's face doesn't go as far as dumb, but she opens her eyes and just stares at fresh water. Let Asako tell you, her face at this time was ugly enough to say she was one ugly woman a thousand years. Worse than dumb. Asako smashed his tongue, wondering how good a dumb woman would have been.

Then freshwater fluttered me. It's not like they found out what happened to her, out of Yoshihara.

"Well, confessions are only made by guys who are prepared to be shaken. It's a farce about a fool with nothing but success from the edge."

Asakami sees a piece of paper with a path to the playhouse as she walks shoulder to shoulder with fresh water to her destination.

It was written on my head when I left.

The playhouse is not that far from Yoshihara.

Rather, the place was nearby, on the other side of the earth between the hands outside Yoshihara, which was there.

"Asako, this story is over."

"Yes, sir."

It wasn't anything but a long walk down the road outside, but Asako would face the feeling of dirt outside Yoshihara, which he tramples on, somewhere as if nervous. My heart itches.

He was restless if he hadn't spoken, and if he looked at the fresh water next to him shabby, he was looking straight ahead.

In the wipes that are hooked to my arms, every time I walk, the char, and the metal noise rings between them.

"But ten years...... you think it's okay?

"What?

"It's wild daisies. Someone has me, or the worst is..."

To block the words of shallow protection, fresh water stepped on the zali and sand to make a noise.

"Look, we're here."

That's what Shimizu says, pointing to a building.

It was somewhat more obsolete than the brothel in Yoshihara, which had a different atmosphere there with less crowds.

I left Yoshihara and quickly arrived at the woman's brothel.

Asakami stares at Shimizu, but she shakes her neck vertically and Shimizu looks at the building.

I know the worst thing about… is that we don't have to put each other in our mouths.

"What if? It's not open yet, is it?

Then a man just came out of the inside, looking at the shallow guardians with a strange eye. Since I've been in front of a whorehouse of women in the middle of the day without worrying about people's eyes, there's always been one.

They approached the man without such a glance.

"I ask you something untouchable, isn't there a lady named Noju?

"Noisy?"

"I still don't know its name, but it used to be sold from the Tenzuki brothel in Yoshihara..."

"Oh! You mean Shino!

I slap my hand on bread and say it as I recall.

Asako frowned on the name Oshino.

"Shino?"

"He said Nojuku, but his name was Shino."

Source name. Even the playman doesn't use much, but Noju said that's what he used to work in his name.

But here I was uncomfortable with the conversation.

They say I was "doing" my job in the name.

Speaking as in the past, it gave shallow protection a rush.

Pull your mouth tied to the man who speaks brightly, possibly because he didn't give you the courtesy.

I had to be sure for now, and Asako tried to ask the man.

"Um, now..."

"Look, if you're Shino, he died a long time ago."

The two of them hardened their thoughts and bodies to words released with their faces that were nothing though.

What did the man say now?

"... Huh?

Instead of unspoken fresh water, the only words Shallow Protection could finally utter to his mouth, desperately pushing his voice up from the back of his belly were such dumb sounds.

"When it wasn't so long since Shino arrived, there was that rumored Sousuke Soldier Valley in the alley. He has changed his taste. I came to our brothel."

"... hehe?

Norisuke Soldier Valley means that Nagahama Soldier Valley Norisuke.

Someone who only heard bad rumors among playmen. He was a man who had bought Ujino at Heavenly Moon in the past, but is soon shaken to the sleeve.

"Shino's deep-fried water was served by his soldier, Nobusuke."

……

"It was horrible, as rumors have it. That's crazy."

"What are you, that Shino guy?

Then there came the woman. He came out of the brothel, but he's dressed the same as this head, and he's got a stick in his hand.

"What about you...?

"I was a playgirl here. I don't have anywhere to go right now, so I'm in charge here. I don't know, I heard Shino's name, so why don't you come and have all the good guys?"

The woman looks up to the two of them, swinging the stick to let them play with one hand.

If the man's head told the woman that he had come to ask about Shino, he looked at the two faces alternately and glanced into the sky.

"What can I do for her now?

"Um, that nose..."

Asako was concerned about the woman's deformed nose. She tells me she was a playgirl, but she shifted from the center and turned to the side. Makes me look surprised to see that.

"Oh, is that it? Turn around when customers used to beat you up. I ruined my instrumentation."

She snorted and laughed all the time here.

This place is different from our own brothel.

Asako saw her and immediately understood. The difference between a man and a woman. I didn't think that was a big difference, but there's something fundamental different here. I've never heard of such a desolate place to be forgiven. In Yoshihara, where there aren't even a lot of rumors about a playgirl, one of the reasons I didn't know about it, but still, as far as her face is concerned, I can tell she was beaten up quite a few times.

There must be no such thing as a good sight for a customer to raise his hand.

"What if he's a playboy from the Heavenly Moon Whorehouse? I've seen your brunette on the road in Yoshihara."

"... yes"

"I knew it. I don't know why you sold Shino to us, but you don't even know the guy who was in Heavenly Moon is dead?

It's not about talking in front of the sight, but when the woman looks around, she turns her gaze back to the two of them.

"What do you want to know about Shino?

"It's..."

Asakami tries to respond instead of fresh water that doesn't utter a word other than what I said earlier, but honestly I don't know what to say.

Whoever we wanted to get back is no longer there.

Worst thing than a personal contract.

It was her death.

Fresh water, which did not move slightly next to the shallow guardian stuck in words, opens her mouth, which was closed to the woman in front of her.

"How did you die"

And yes, I heard a word.

Asako, who wondered if the shock would prevent him from talking, sees the fresh water with the words in his mouth and has power in his jaw.

I bit my teeth and endured the feeling of poppy skin.

"What do you want to know?"

"How did she die"

The second time it is in a clearer tone than earlier.

There was no expression on the face of fresh water that the woman saw.

Looks like I'm looking at a woman. I'm not looking.

The woman licks her lips with her neck behind her back as she keeps asking him how she died.

"True... what should I do?"

I couldn't help but breathe.

When the woman hips the splashing stick she was swinging, she takes out the brown, yellow paper, squarely convoluted from her nose.

"... Shino is"

The woman let it play in her hand and looked.

"Back then. Shino had just entered the playhouse and wouldn't have figured anything out, but I noticed her scratching me every night where I couldn't see her. I don't know if it's because you took care of me until I fried the water. Well, the guests who come to this playhouse are just such guests, and I pretend not to see my lord's jerk."

……

"But there was something wrong that night."

That day, the woman says, was about seven days after the daisies were sold to the playhouse.

"Shino is no better than usual. In the meantime, when that soldier Noisuke came and I tried to go to that room, Shino stopped me. You can't go."

Nodaisy, who had just entered the brothel, was still looking after her sister playgirl while wearing shakers, just going up a little to the sitting area.

"But I can't refuse because it's my job, too, and I was bracketing high because I guess they're just gonna do the usual thing. I heard rumors about Norisuke Soldier Valley, but most of the guests who come to us were just such unusual sexuality."

"But the customer was laughing somewhere that day. I don't usually know because it's the first time I see it... I heard you were shaken badly by some brothel flower queen."

"As soon as I walked into the room, I was whipped and tied up, and I realized, oh, this is that crazy Long Beach. The contents were paralyzed along the way. If this is my way of life, I don't give a shit about this way. I thought I could die like that. Everyone notices, but they don't say anything about being alone. I don't care if you're in a place like this with someone else."

So, go on.

"I didn't think you'd help me,"

"That's where she broke in."

The wild daisies, unable to leave their sister, who continued to be beaten, jumped into the room to say that they had just come out in front of the guests even though they were still in front of the fried water, or that they were inside.

If the wild daisies had come in a little later, he said the sixteenth night would have been near death.

But he beat the daisy down on the spot, saying that the one who got in the way was not the one who got interrupted for fun time.

'Please stop! Are you okay, Mr. Sixteen Nights!!

And she said she took sixteen nights out of the room.

"I didn't want to get along, but I thought if someone could do something stupid like this, me and this whorehouse might change. My lord yelled at me, and that guest's anger was terrific."

"But he was angry, and for some reason, he didn't like Shino. I've been telling this woman to let herself do the fried water. I'll meditate on your eyes for anything that gets in your way."

"Whatever you think is dangerous, my lord didn't refuse."

"So. In the end, I didn't change. I pretended not to look.... that it can't be just fried water"

I knew best who I was hit with.

That man is a morbidly abusive creature.

I could imagine what a man like that would do to a person coming to his teeth.

But in fact, it was much worse than I imagined.

Much more than any male or female interaction I have experienced.

"There was another blood than the blood of a tortoise"

……

"There's red blood mixed with saliva. Round naked and tatami."

"Stop it!

In contrast to Shimizu, who had been listening to it for a long time, Asakami held her mouth in absurdity.

And at sixteen nights, when I'm not even freaked out, I look straight at him with my eyes set on whether I'm used to it or not.

After three beats, he peeled Shallow Protection's hand out of his mouth and sighed.

"The day after the fried water, I went to see how it was and I wasn't there. I almost looked for it. I thought you ran away because you didn't like it."

I thought I wouldn't mind running, but I said sixteen nights. He told me to run away if I could, so that no one would ever find me and come back here.

"But it's gone in the worst possible way."

[I don't care if I'm not a woman as long as I keep being held and played besides the guy I like]

Inside the storage shed.

On a still chilly spring night, she was dead hanging her neck down with a piece of paper so written down.

"I still have it. I couldn't get rid of him."

In the hands of the sixteenth night, the crunchy brown burnt paper is gripped. That's what I was taking out of my nose earlier.

For ten years, she said she cared about it.

How did it feel to write?

How did it feel to put your neck through the string?

How did it feel and the last time you took your foot off the table?

"It must have been broken. Human dignity or as a woman."

I have avenged my gratitude. I can't die if I die, groans.

"But just to let you know, I wrote a sentence in Heavenly Moon, didn't I?

"Sentence?"

Shino's dead.

Huh? and ask the superintendent who was next door for his consent. The man shook his head vertically at it, and saw the shallow guards.

"We didn't hear that... Perhaps my lord doesn't know."

Asakusa tilts her neck at a story she doesn't remember. Maybe he just didn't tell us, but it's impossible to hide it from him because of his character. He was one easy man in the face, and even though he got Noju out of the brothel, he was a person who was in the brothel with him for six years.

If you let him out in a brothel and he dies soon, things should change somewhat.

"What? 'Cause our buddy's superintendent went to the whorehouse and he came back with some joy, huh? He's the guy, and I told him," Pretty girl with cherry hair. "My lord told me that my stomach was working, so I didn't expect my head to meet me."

"Oh, really?"

The mouths of fresh water that say so are laughable, those eyes were not laughing.