The World of Otome Games is Tough For Mobs

"Ah!"

Chris, whose glasses were clouded by hot air, stepped on the soap and slipped his legs.

Fallen Chris doesn't like his pity.

Trying to get up, Greg has reached out.

Chris turned away from the act.

"I don't need any help. Me and you are enemies."

This is money and water in the Argentine Republic.

The time is when Marie kicked the mansion out.

Chris and Greg were cared for with money and water that could work in their dwellings.

There is a lot of hard work, and the hourly rate is not bad for eating and serving.

It's usually more lucrative than working part-time - but the job was tough.

"What are the enemies, you idiot! I'm sure he's helping you because you're a fool!

"Hey, what!

Clean the bath in the morning and strain the water.

I head to school for my remedial lunch and if you come back, I'll be right back to work for business hours.

Even after, I'm very busy cleaning up and cleaning up.

The two people who usually work out also see the colour of fatigue in the unfamiliar work of the day.

"In the first place, I didn't want to work with you!

"That's the same for me!

Two people in constant fights.

That's the time.

Cleman, who was coming to the water, called out to the two of them.

"You two there, haven't you forgotten you have a customer?

Cleman, who has finished washing her hair, talks with her back facing as she flushes the bubbles with hot water.

"I'm here because of the money, and I don't feel good about this. Fighting is good, but do your job."

The two lean down.

Yes - it's business hours now.

When that happens, why are you two in the bathroom?

That was due to the store's services.

Stand two fingers so Clément can see you two.

"So why don't we have you two flush your backs"

I'm told, you two have tools.

This service of money and water meant that I could give money and have my back washed.

Chris and Greg began to wash Cleman's muscular, large back in silence.

"Ah, fine. Wonderful. Greg, the way you wash your power, oddly enough, Chris. Nice way to wash yours, too. I'm gonna freak out."

Some of the surrounding guests were chilled by the way Cleman said it.

But you haven't noticed Chris or Greg.

"Greg, wash it more carefully!

"How can I wash my funnys like you! Men wash their skin!

"That's how you can't speak up."

"What! Some customers tell me how to wash mine!

This service, for a small amount but half, will be for both of us.

The store side is half.

Cheap service, but also dust.

Greg wasn't making much money.

Guests frightened by the two of us to resume the fight.

Then Cleman advised the two of them.

"Uh-huh. Neither of you."

"What?"

"What do you mean, old man!

When Greg called him an old man, Cleman yelled as he let blood vessels float up his forehead.

"Don't say it, old man! - Whoa, excuse me. But you two can't yet. The kid in front was better at this."

Cleman seems to be a regular of this money and water.

"The previous child made more money than you. Every day, business hours are as loud as they've always been."

The two bow down to such Cleman's words.

"I 'm-- what's missing from us?"

"Damn it! I don't have a face to match Marie."

Cleman stood up.

The important thing is that I can't see it with bubbles.

"You two finally make up for what's missing. One serving. It's just that they seem to be fighting and they're caring. Compete as long as you two fight."

"Compete, you say?

Chris was watching Clément clouding the lens of his glasses.

I was looking at Cleman, who wouldn't hide the front.

The important part is hidden by foam and invisible.

"Yes, you are not enemies. He's a rival."

Greg, who heard it, looked like he'd figured something out.

"Oh well. We're not fighting here. For Marie, and for myself, now..."

The same was true of Chris.

If you take off your glasses and put them on,

"It's not just the two of us. There are three other competitors. Not to beat them, but now..."

The two voices aligned, and echoed the bathroom.

"Polish the man!

Two people who renew their determination, wash out Cleman.

"Ah, you guys! Oh, no. It's sensitive there. - Whoa!

Cleman's strange voice clings to the bathroom.

From the day after that, they worked together to polish the guests.

With all your strength, polish your guests with all your strength.

Rumors call for rumors, and whenever...

◇

"Hey, isn't this money or water weird?

"That's what I thought too."

The first pair of men to come to the store were getting smaller looking at the guests around them.

Just muscular customers everywhere I look.

It had a different vibe than the rest of the water.

I just don't get stunned, I don't get something done.

Precisely, the men just look soaked waiting for something.

The two of them in the bath spent their normal time wondering if it was because of their minds.

"Hot water feels good"

"I like it here."

Skinny old men talk to those two men.

"Well, this is the first time you've been here."

"Hmm? Oh, yeah."

"- Right. Be careful."

That's all I said and then the old man who stood up leaves the bathroom intact.

When the two of them had their necks covered - two storekeepers came in looking like Fundo in the wrong place.

Much younger and good looking.

"Speaking of which, they're gonna flush my back here for a fee."

"Really?

When you two have that conversation, the next moment...

"Greg, my back, please"

"I'm Chris! Not before, please!

"It's a double! Double today, please!

- The men suddenly began to thrive.

On the spot of the May fly, the two were dazed.

A red-haired man twists and squeezes.

"Heh! Just wait. I'm gonna brush your guns again today!

The blue-haired man removed his glasses and hung them on.

"Wash your whole body and I'll remove all dirt and more!

The two of them started washing the men as they were, but the men looked snug against the two of them seriously.

"Double awesome!

A muscular, jawy blue man is screaming.

The two of them, gawking and trembling, looked around.

And I notice.

"So, let's get out!

"Can we stay here? We're leaving!

Greg and Chris grabbed the hands of the two men who fled in a hurry.

"Oh, you're a new customer. Then it's a service today. I'll wash you for free!

"Greg, that's not a good word. But because of that. Let me wash it for the appeal of the store."

Two bona fide clerks.

But to the two men, they seemed as if they were dragging into the swamp.

"Ya, stop it! Don't wash us!

"Somebody help me!

They were held up by the guests around them, and they were polished.

◇

- And now.

Back in the kingdom, in Einhorn's bathroom, Lion was in with Chris and Greg.

"Speaking of which, what did you guys make money from? Look, after Marie kicked me out. You're not cheating or anything like Zilk, are you?

to Lion pointing a doubtful gaze, Chris and Greg thumbed up with a smile,

"Don't be with me. We've been polishing men!

"Not at all. Unlike Zilk, we've been polishing men!

Lyon was toweling in the hot tub, making balloons and playing.

I don't know what that means.

Then,

"Hey, Bartfalt, don't put the towel in the hot tub."

"That's right. Manners violation."

Recently, Lion was stunned by the two of them who had become more demanding about their manners in the bath.

"You guys played until a while ago, didn't you? Well, okay."

When I try to get out, there's a voice from both of us.

"Are you leaving? Shall I wash you?

"We're good at this."

To that word, Lion felt some chill...

"Don't"

- I said, you two were gonna be sorry.