Manager of the Other World Brothel

I swallowed a little too much.

I'm not stupid enough to get drunk and make it bad for the three of us, but I usually feel pretty much through where I stop and hobble.

Three of them, Renamaria, Miss Listia and Miss Laura, are sleeping in a way that the evidence is not even in front of me.

Renamaria, although her clothes are wrapped around her, is dressed in thoughtful lines and if she is a man, she wants to swallow spit and peek in.

Huge breasts that don't look good on small ones don't follow gravity even when they're asleep.

Well, I can't even understand you wanting to set that thing free and pay a dumb, expensive price as the same guy.

But really, this guy's golden hair is so beautiful that it's glowing.

Only my room exposes its limbs on a luxurious bed.

When I'm asleep, my everyday cheerful expression disappears, and my eyes draw to my beautiful face like that lie.

Well, it's really time for emotions to show their destructiveness.

We've known each other for quite a long time, but if we still accidentally eat it, it'll make us wolf, like this guy's honest smile or something.

Well, the expression "like a doll" fits perfectly when you really sleep.

Miss Listier, who sleeps in that bed, doesn't mess up her clothes or pose particularly badly.

A little wrinkle of clothes, a slightly open chest, and a strange color overflowing even though she is just sleeping beautifully, regardless.

A few muscles lay on the glossy lips, and the lacquered black hair is glossy again.

A moderately sized chest, rising and falling as it sleeps, seems to be inviting to go along with the perfect silk costume that hides it.

"You know you sleep drunk in front of a man, right?" I guess there's nothing more I can do to get that kind of dialogue to my mind than to be a man.

The "overnight buying" customer likes to see Miss Listier asleep. I don't even know what the information is.

Miss Laura is the one lying on the floor without worrying.

This guy really doesn't hide what he's supposed to hide no matter how many times he says it.

When she gets naked, she puts her head up on me, so she wears clothes (...) and clothes (...), but she can't hide what's important.

You're the dumbest of the three. You're throwing your chest and your ass out.

Despite its openness, which can be considered healthy in some ways, which has no connection whatsoever with flair or luster, it has an unexpectedly salivating beauty.

If they really wear a little more shame or chiralism, they're going to be forced to take away their gaze.

I wonder if customers are showing that kind of gap.

I'm obsessed with Miss Laura. As far as the illustrious people are concerned. I guess so.

I guess this situation where literally three professionals are exposed to sleeping indefensibly, with no gaps as a prostitute, should be considered useful.

In fact, I don't want to deny it.

If you are a customer (both scavengers) who has dreamed of being a butterfly (of us), you must have bought my position now without putting a thread on the gold.

I guess this is the air at this hour because it's not for sale.

I mean, to be honest, I'm sorry that these guys have a face that only shows me. I do feel like superiority.

That's why I feel bitter.

All three of them, they're not the type to be drunk.

I guess I got sick tonight because the conversation flew from me and Lunamaria in a stupid direction.

Perhaps, no, I'll never visit, it's a story of the future.

All three of them retired from the Walnut Dream (of ours) after the peak became my daughter-in-law, and it was much exciting to talk about traveling the world with the money I earned when I was younger, or relaxing in the King's Capital and doing a little adventurous mess.

When I was younger, I wanted to tell you every time that I was a seller, well, I would take three people who would be very beautiful in their years, and a man who couldn't make it would go right and left.

Still, it was a paranoid tale that excited me tonight and four of them, Lunamaria, Miss Listia and Miss Laura, like the first adventure tans I'd ever read as a kid.

I guess I got drunk because of it, not because of it.

The most exciting "Future Projection Map" I ever had was a story about following and traveling with the same unique magic that kept me protected by the three people I became adventurers.

Just because the stage has changed doesn't change the position.

It's the three of us you can count on anyway, and it doesn't change my role to support the three of us under the edge.

- But that paranoid story was fun.

You're all hookers, but you can't be adventurers, but laugh.

With that in mind, I thought it would be fun to take a quest in the guild and do things right away.

Imagine a common failure, laughing out loud.

Even if I do get tangled up in the guild, my unique magic will disperse the men.

By the time that was possible, all four of them were supposed to be old, but in my head, the four of them as they are were were my selfish pictures.

When I waved that the owner (owner) would join me, they all looked delicate.

Surely, all those "Great Wizards" have to attend such a hedgehog party.

With a bitter laugh, I sprinkle the extravagant blanket that Renamaria had prepared for me on three people.

Really, hide some more, you guys.

You're a proud seller with an amazing value without lying.

Besides, I'm a man too, what if I make a mistake?

In case that happens, I feel like you're going to laugh and be accepted, or as disappointed as you want.

It's a daily joke that you're invited like every day.

Well, if there is, it would be a pattern that I can't contain and attack.

If the four of us stay together, we'll be fine, but one-on-one doesn't make the colour and manipulation these guys have spill.

Top stores in Dada's "Best Sex Capital in the World," not top of them all.

But at least I'll never buy these guys for money.

If you really can't keep it down, just sit down and ask me to, but let me do it.

Of course I don't deny buying a woman for money.

If you talk like that while doing the manager of the whorehouse, you will be questioned for sanity.

I think I can buy it from another store.

No, you still bought it.

I just don't like buying these guys as well as the ladies from the Walnut Dream.

I can't even explain why, and I don't know myself. I'm in custody.

Well, that was fun tonight.

It's time to dawn that night.

The ladies at work at night are going to get a good night's sleep and get ready for tonight.

Even the three of you dressed right in front of me right now, not even under a blanket, doesn't change that.

Someone holds me tonight and I get gold for myself and my dreams of a butterfly (of ours).

In a place like a whorehouse, that's what a whore does.

I'm not new enough to miss that now, but I'm not even dead enough to break it off.

I said something great to Princess Silveria, but I don't understand it either.

The night comes when you say how close you were, how many thoughts you had, how much you had in your stomach.

At night, the whorehouse opens, and the whores take the guests.

I live my unique magic without even mine, with them and above all for myself.

That's me and what they chose to do.

It's not a bad life, it's not a bad life.

Sometimes it's like today.

The words you answered to Renamaria are not lies.

I like it and I'm the manager of The Dream of the Walnut.

That's definitely not a lie.

"The Dream of a Walnut (Papilio Somnium)" means the same thing to me as the three of you.

Thank you, Lunamaria, Miss Listia, Miss Laura.

I know it seems that way because you guys are keeping me busy every night.

It's gonna be tough, but keep it up.

Think so, and cast my unreliable and unique magic on three people.

She doesn't wake up because she seems to sleep a lot.

I lose the drink I swallowed because of it, but I'm complaining because I'm just going to sleep.

It might affect your dreams.

Cleaning Magic, Fatigue Recovery Magic, Deodorant Magic, Aromatic Magic, Cell Active Magic.

All the other magic involved in physical fitness control.

And finally, everyone didn't tell me, and I don't know how it works. I did the bond magic thing.

The only way to put this on is by now, with these three people I've allowed to care about, and the owner.

- Because I called, it doesn't make any difference.

It's fantastic magic that I (...) just feel like I (...) could have gotten close to the person I called.

I guess it's like it's actually boring.

Owner (Owner) Know that this magic exists and the discipline makes me look at this magic once a year.

At all ages, I'm still like, "Oh, my God."

Shut the door quietly so as not to wake the three of you asleep.

Well, let's go back to my room and I'll go back to sleep.

Whoa, there's a routine left before that.

Exit from the office onto the veranda and stick your arms up against the sky.

From there, the magic of invisibility spreads throughout this night's city.

It's less effective than putting it on each and every one of us, but unless you do this once a day, even illnesses of poor nature (tachi) come in, this city won't be invaded by the devil.

I don't care what you do to commercial enemies, but it's just self-satisfaction.

When it comes to your unique magic, the owner (owner) tells you that magic equals infinity.

Actually, I'm totally tired.

Now it's time to go to sleep.

If it weren't for the night again, the noise would come in herds.

Good night, Lunamaria.

Good night, Miss Listier.

Good night, Miss Laura.

Good night, you must be playing demon (monster) somewhere, owner (owner).

We'll wake up when the sun goes down again, and we'll have an irreverent night.