Manager of the Other World Brothel

"Manager. Finished the first of the day. Wash the magic."

One of our top three popular ladies, Miss Laura, came into the manager's office without a knock.

Blonde blue-eyed, from my senses, you're a picturesque western beauty.

Stupid big ass. A chest that somehow doesn't follow gravity and an ass that's just as big.

It makes me want to know how to support it with my cheeky hips, but the customer (both sketchy yarrows) takes it very well.

Especially around being overwhelmingly popular with the Oriental system from my point of view, it gives me a strange impression that wherever the world is, the troubles of bastards are simply made.

"So if you come into my room, you're telling me to hide it, you stupid bitch!

"The manager is terrible. Some customers pay just to see me naked. I'm not lucky to see it."

Yeah. I don't care how many times this woman says it.

You seem like an idiot if you only ask me how to talk prolonged, but the head spins, yes, and the guests with it are superb.

You can't be a fool because your face at noon is completely boneheaded by all the best at hard work.

You're just an idiot, not in front of me.

Just hide that tall chest and ass.

If you can't concentrate, you can't activate my unique magic.

We've known each other a long time, you know.

"Yes. The manager is as sketchy as ever. I didn't say anytime I wanted to."

Funny.

At the same time, we know each other that I need my magic, so they hid where I should hide it.

... I'm used to this already, but if you suck, you're more fancy dressed right now.

Strange, it might not be pornographic to be throwing it all out.

"Well, if I go to Uncle Astoria, I won't like it because I'll lick it all around me."

Don't give me that kind of customer sexuality information.

Report that to the dedicated staff.

I'm pretty sure it's information that's going to be gold.

Thinking about what you don't need, give Miss Laura a quintessential activation of cleaning magic, fatigue recovery magic, deodorant magic, aromatic magic, and cellular active magic.

The cleaning magic is the magic that removes all unnecessary dirt for Miss Laura.

Fatigue Recovery Magic is a magic that restores the physical fatigue of Miss Laura.

Deodorant magic is a magic that erases everything but Miss Laura's original smell.

Aromatic magic is a magic that generates a smell as an organism that maximizes Miss Laura's appeal.

Cellular Active Magic activates Miss Laura's skin, and all other parts, returning to the best (...) SU (...) Magic.

There's a lot more, but the power and unique magic I've gained from being swept away by this world is magic that is so to speak, specialized in physical fitness control plus alpha.

Hate little, the owner (owner) assures me that my magic power is almost infinitely equal to the magic of this hand.

- Doesn't make any sense!

If this is the flaming magic that burns down dragons or even the icing magic that even demons ice marinate, then maybe a flashy hero Tan would have started, which anyone in the man would have admired once.

Admittedly, it's handy magic, but it doesn't even play a fucking role on the battlefield.

While you were looking pretty, I was beaten to death by a crack in the head.

"Thanks - Manager. Good luck with your next job."

He smiles and says he's going to the next customer immediately.

The "Dream of the Walnut (Papilio Somnium)" is fully booked and takes as much time as possible between guests.

We're not the kind of stores that use "good women" to make money.

"Hey, how many times do I have to tell you? This magic of mine isn't perfect. I'm just magically using your basic health. In that sense, you're consuming as much strength as you're properly tired, and more importantly, my magic doesn't work with your mind. Fine, until the prescribed time, take a slow bath and eat something delicious. If you're worried about getting out in front of your customers (both Sketchy Yarrow), I'll do the magic again. Got it?

"Yes, sorry."

Peel out your tongue and go back to the room assigned to you.

I wonder if you really know.

I know you'll do your best for the store, but the top three of us broke down because we couldn't. I don't have a manager standing by.

But it's strange, Miss Laura doesn't try to have guests in her room.

If you have as many customers as Miss Laura, even though you're in a class where you make a lot of money in your room one night at a time.

Like rushing out, it's like a hassle to have to sell for how much time.

Like Venice during the Renaissance or Yukon during the Edo period, the whore nya class system in this country has been set up.

According to the report from the store, the country has carefully ranked us.

As one of the top three stores in the country (of which), Miss Laura is naturally ranked at the top of the five-tier rank, "Quinke Follum Floris".

Funny thing is, you're in a formal position. This.

The first thing you need to know is that a fancy whore who can attend a night club in the Royal Palace sells time.

Besides, all the customers with it are noble people who have never been born to buy time.

Well, it's not as wild as sticking your mouth in the "good woman" way that makes you make money.

All I have to do is do exactly what I have to do and be careful not to physically destroy the way each of the ladies does it, even the way they make money.

That's why I need you to follow the minimum rules.

My ladies, not least Miss Laura, have a hard time overbelieving my "magic".

It's convenient. Sure, but it's never universal.

Nevertheless, this is one of the reasons why "The Dream of a Walnut (Papilio Somnium)" can be number one.

This magical aim of mine is well known in this neighborhood, and the "good woman" who can make money tells me to work in the "Dream of the Walnut (Papilio Somnium)".

We can't all hire them, and we're letting them choose. I'm sorry. It's the status quo.

Given my magic, my magic is infinite, but I can't imagine infinite numbers.

It seems that there are quite a few ladies in the other box who dream of being number one in that box and being hired by us.

Thankfully, I think I should earn my target amount and wash my feet, but is that unnecessary?

Even if you're a seller like Miss Laura, I'm honest with you that you're not going to get along with the time selling ladies on the run.

Miss Laura introduced me to a new customer from a superior, and there's a rookie inside who runs up to the seller all at once.

I have to thank Miss Laura, the top ranker, for her time selling not only about herself, but also about other ladies and shops.

It could be cheap enough to come to the office all the time with milk and assholes.

No, I'd like to tell you to hide it.

Should I call it eye bliss?

Come on, work, work.

It's just the start of a night's sleep, when you make money.

Every time a customer switches, they need my magic.

The ladies are trying so hard, I can't believe I'm bluffing.

Do you think I'll do my best at night?