I Got a Cheat and Moved to Another World, so I Want to Live as I Like

Walking down the road stretching west from the square, on the way, turning north, I saw the inn immediately.

The name of the inn is "Swiss Ham".

Medium-sized, clean looking building.

When introduced by the Merchant Guild, they introduced the inn on condition that it was relatively safe, clean, and could be brought in.

Go inside, pay for it, and have him show you to your room.

When it was possible to bring him in, there was an image of a dim spot, but it was just an introduction to the guild and the amount was expensive there. The atmosphere was like a slightly high-class business hotel.

Pretty good.

Put your stuff down and go outside.

The information on the city at night came from Inn's father. It was made properly as a guide map.

That's the inn you can bring in, I know it. I gave him quite a chip.

Let's start with the whorehouse.

The name of the store across the street is "Casabel".

Why did you choose Casabel, because this is where Ristorante is co-located in the lobby.

That means you can take your time choosing while you eat.

There is no situation that tickles this masculine mind, no hand that does not experience it.

Eat lobster food in the lobby of Casabel.

It's good, honestly, I've never had anything as delicious as this before.

I'm stuck and juicy. I can't taste the garlic sauce again.

It's just delicious, but it smells like garlic pretty good.

You serve garlic or something in a store with girls? If I'd known, I'd have asked for something else.

Well, I can't help it.

My belly is swelling, too, so I call on her who was keeping an eye on me.

This time, I decided to seek healing. It's been a lot of trouble.

Her appearance, chosen, is a little plain.

Normal height.

Around the chest, not so small, but not so self-assertive.

The waist is fine, too, but it's not squeezed like an hourglass.

Same around the waist, around the chest.

Her face is calm and her makeup is not tight.

And I was watching her as she ate, but she stayed unappointed, even though she was quite nominated around to leave her seat.

A girl who has been in the room since after her has also left before her.

To the concierge, are you booked? When I hear that, I say it's not.

Something tells me I'm a little sorry to see you sitting there.

If this is the case, he might be happy to nominate you.

That's why I chose.

When I nominated him, he was very pleased.

Capi Capi, instead of rejoicing, when he smiled happily "thank you," he was healed as if to apply a hand cream to his rough heart.

Even after I get to the room, I enjoy a little pranking with my clothes on.

Mischievous like junior high school students do, skirting and lightly touching the chest, but it's a lot of fun.

Elda is traumatic, but she's not wrong about what she's saying: respect them, have fun with them.

I'm using that reflection now.

As I was pranking him with my hands stuck while I had my raw leg pillow, he gently poked me to just move on to the next stage.

Well, I have time, and I will, I will obey her.

I did what I had to do. I'm walking through the city at night, with a quiet fullness.

It was fun and very good.

Again, I was wrong at Awok.

Back then, I was playing with the feeling of impatience that if I stopped, I would fall off, as if I were being chased by something.

I don't think that's really fun.

I don't have an opponent to compare and I don't need to compare to who to beat or lose.

If I enjoy it, that's fine.

Back then, somewhere in my mind, I might have compared myself to my classmates and colleagues Leah, trying to catch up with experience and skill.

Then came the "go-go bar".

It's not the name of the store, it's the type of store.

The whorehouse sets a chick stand in the lobby and arranges the girls.

The guys pick that out, go to a separate room, and have fun there.

That's the style.

The go-go bar is different.

I go into the store, remembering the explanation my father gave me.

No, it's not a store, it's a complex.

The name of the complex is "Annan".

And inside Annan, there are many go-go bars in there.

And besides the go-go bar, it contains restaurants, dance halls, love hos, and more.

The bathroom is joint, by the way.

I walked into the go-go bar on Annan's first floor. I haven't seen the name of the store.

I heard a lot of noise from outside the store, but the music is playing loudly.

I don't know what magic you're using, but the song is playing without rest.

I've heard similar types of music in Japan.

Explained, outside the store, I heard all the bass drums. That concludes the explanation.

After entering, ask about the store near the entrance.

There is a large cylindrical stage in the center, with multiple girls dancing.

The outer circumference of the stage is countered and the chairs surround the stage.

(More than half, you're buried)

The men in the seats watch the drinks dance with one hand.

As he stood near the entrance, the waitress came and guided him to his seat.

Sit in a chair and order a drink.

The girl dancing guns in front of me and the music is huge, so the order is hard to pass on to the waitress.

When I finally told him, I immediately brought him a ale. It's chipped, by the way.

Drinking ale, I saw the dance.

It feels like "I tried to dance," dancing with thoughtful choreography.

Outfits range from swimsuits to uniforms.

An earlier waitress comes and talks to me.

Keep your ears close because the noise is loud and hard to hear.

"Which dancer did you like?

That was it.

If you point to a dancer you like, after the dance, they'll call you to your seat.

Dancers, by the way, change all the time.

While he's not dancing, he drinks with us next door to guests or takes a break in the back.

Well, dancing uses strength.

"You don't have to call me."

Tell that to the waitress.

When the waitress returned, a dancer came who wasn't dancing now.

"Can I sit next to you?

That's what I ask.

A little more, I wanted to watch you blur and dance, but what's to say no, okay?

"Can I order a drink?

... somehow understood.

Fine, when I reply, the dancer calls the waitress and orders.

What I ordered was a lock of whiskey, if you look at the menu, it's about below the menu for the price.

My ale is underneath, by the way.

In no time, a small glass is brought.

Naturally, I have the payment, the chip, I have it.

"Where did you come from?

"Who prefers?

I felt a little uncomfortable when they talked about it and appropriately dealt with me.

I drink a little whiskey, but it doesn't look like it's whiskey.

I don't even see any signs of drunkenness in dancers.

"Hey, let me drink that whiskey"

When I ask, no, no, no, no. Keep the glass away from me.

"Is that really whiskey?

The dancer laughs and says whiskey, whiskey.

I let the dancer hold my chip,

"Just a little, let me taste it"

and whisper in his ear.

Maybe it's not something that people at the store can ask. Well, the music is loud and I can't hear you.

I can't help it, the dancer gives me a taste of the contents of the glass.

It wasn't whiskey after all.

If you like, yes, it's barley tea.

Ask the dancer, when the dancer asks for whiskey, this is what they carry. If a customer asks for a drink of their own, real whiskey is brought in.

(I see)

I look around the store.

Dancers mostly sit next to guests.

Guests sitting alone must be the guy who just got here like me or has a familiar dancer.

The guests over there are waving at each other with dancers dancing on stage.

(This store only pays for drinks, I didn't take the table charge)

See the barley tea woman in the next seat. I've been winking.

(The price of a girl who serves customers is barley tea on the skin of this whiskey)

"Hey, can I order another drink?

Mmm, that's good. I could have asked you a few more questions.

In this way, after some time, I guess I will be adding.

If you say no, the dancer probably leaves his seat.

However, from the store it must be regarded as "the guy who only pays for his drinks and shows off his dancers".

A waitress with an extra order is telling the barley tea woman something. The music is still loud and I don't know what I'm talking about.

When you're done talking to the waitress, the barley tea woman tells me she's sorry.

"Sorry, I got in order to dance. I'm gonna dance a little bit."

I snort, okay.

"I'll be done in a minute, so definitely wait. Don't let the other kids sit down!

Looks like they're prey certified.

This is a hunting ground for them.

We customers are the prey of popping into the store from the entrance. With less pop, it would be the same with any MMO.

Here, I don't think, "That's me, the barley tea lady cares about me," etc.

I've lived a life where I don't have any hot experiences, and I don't get that idea.

Well, the barley tea woman is dancing in formation in front of me.

Fast tempo dance.

Seeing that, I realized another reason why whiskey is barley tea.

The barley tea woman jumps cancer at me as she dances.

The outfit is a mini skirt, with an overall slit design on both sides and legs.

Naturally, I can see underwear when I'm dancing. No, I'm deliberately dancing to look.

It's a black high leg.

The barley tea woman is not the only one dancing, seven to eight are dancing. Outfits and dances vary.

On the right of the barley tea woman, the beach volleyball is dancing.

On the left, tennis is dancing.

That tennis, but I've seen it twice.

That's it. Under the white skirt, that, once sweeping through the school of the Showa era, has now disappeared.

Whatever embodies the phrase "used to be good," not old folly, but harsh facts.

It was Blue Mountain.

Blue Mountain on tennis, it was one of the bumps.

I don't care about Highleg or anything.

The size and attractiveness of the exposure are in no way necessarily proportional.

I prefer Impressionism to Photography.

My eyes even followed the tennis dance so I could suck it in.

The barley tea woman finished the dance and came back to her seat. Angry.

"Look at all the kids next door, not me!

I have trouble being told that. Nothing. I'm not your son-in-law.

I've said something I don't know after a glitch of gay-gay noise.

"If you want to take me out, I'll forgive you"

"Take him out?"

"Don't you know?

I don't know, he told me.

Taking him out means dancing with a dancer outside the store.

If a dancer likes it, they negotiate whether they can take him out.

Dancers, like or dislike the amount, reply.

When negotiations are concluded and you leave the store, you pay the store a removal fee. This is apart from dancers.

Prices for out-of-store dancing depend on the price and negotiation.

The plan has a short and long, the short has a one-shot, and the long has no shot limit until morning.

The off-store dance venues are Loveho, which is co-located in Annan, and the Inn for Guests. Naturally, you have all the costs.

I see, I learned.

"So, what do you think? Take him out?"

The barley tea woman looks with anticipation.

She thinks I'm a "pulsating" customer.

I, for one, drinks whiskey whiskey whilst it's sloppy.

"Don't"

Sounds cold, but I'll keep my intentions firm here. It's not a good idea to make expectations weird and get in the way of her next hunt.

On the way she clouds her face.

"Whoo!"

He stared at me, threatened me, and took his seat abusively.

Are you a cat?

"Can I sit next to you?"

You were watching the barley tea woman fail the hunt, the next hunter came. Tennis.

"You were looking at me when you were dancing, weren't you?

I was looking at cancer, mainly Blue Mountain.

Let sit next to him and treat him to a whiskey pricey barley tea.

I can't help being told that I treat a barley tea woman differently. If the barley tea woman is a hunter, she is also a hunter.

It's only natural that you have a different attitude toward the person you've laid eyes on.

Observe in a worthless conversation.

I'm not beautiful. In terms of beauty, the barley tea woman just now is better up there. It would be below average in terms of dancers.

But he looks a little like a classmate in middle school.

This kind of thing matters, it's very important.

Because of the memories correction, I'm a little preoccupied, and I'll negotiate an immediate exit.

Get together soon, I'll pay the store a removal fee and wait at the entrance.

Tennis soon arrived.

Looks like I've been dressed, not in my costume when I was dancing.

It's the kind of clothes that the girls, who would be slightly poorer, wore at Landburn and Awok. Faded and rubbed off cuffs and ends.

"Oh, you look cute in your personal clothes, too"

I praise you first.

Tennis may have cared about his personal clothes, so I thought I should get rid of my anxiety first. Hey, maybe it was on purpose.

Hold hands with the tennis and head to my inn, Swiss Ham.

Enter Swiss Ham.

Tennis was asked by the innkeeper to present his ID. It looked like the guild card I had.

According to the innkeeper, no profession can work without an ID.

He asked the tennis to present it to keep both sides safe by officially recording who brought who in.

Indeed, staying with others in your room carries the risk of injury, theft, etc.

But that's the same for those who are brought in. Staying with others in someone else's room would be frightening.

With this mechanism, the anxiety on both sides may be softened a little.

Tennis wasn't the only one called to the counter, so was I.

He said to pay for bringing him in.

I thought the cost of bringing him in would be included in the accommodation, but it doesn't look like it. I also have tennis eyes, so I paid right away, creating an atmosphere like "right".

Arrive in your room.

I'm talking to tennis for a long time, so it's free time from now until morning.

Tennis takes a quick shower.

I'm not dancing like tennis, and I'm taking a bath at Casabel after dinner, so I don't need it.

A little while later, the tennis came out wrapped around a bath towel.

I'll talk to you.

"Do you have the costume I was wearing when I was dancing?

There is, and there is.

They pay for the costume and borrow it from the store, but they do the laundry themselves.

So today, he brought it home because he signed a long contract with me.

"Hey, could you try it on?

Uh, it was a reaction, but he wore it.

And I let him pose a lot and look at the cancer.

This is why I made it long.

Short is a one-shot contract, so it would be a development that would rush the shot.

But Long has nothing to do with the number of shots, so he's free to use his time.

Even for the opponent, a smaller number of shots would not be a burden.

And then I...

"In the next seat, if she raises her right knee to fix her shoelaces, she'll see the pose"

"During gymnastics sitting, I was guarding my knees properly together, but I actually saw a triangle pose"

"When I stretched my arm to take something far away, my back legs and nature rose to balance, and I saw the pose"

persevered and frightened the poses, etc.

But I was very satisfied when I was in middle school on my day.

And around the time the memories celebrated my junior high school graduation, I invited tennis to the court.

After a hot and intense rally's reward, he slammed a full smash into the deepest corner of the other area.

It was a sufficiently pleasant, dark shot of the contents.

I slept comfortably without staying up all night.

The next morning, I head to the breakfast venue with my tennis. It's a buffet format.

I thought it smelled a little light at first, but that didn't happen at all.

Because it was the same around me.

At the table here and there, I was seen dining with a professional lady.

The meal was over, and when I was in the farewell step, I handed the chip to the tennis.

Long's bill was given last night when he entered the room. This hand is based on a cash advance. So if you don't pay there, they'll never take it off.

Tennis seemed surprised that he didn't think he could get a chip in addition to the price.

And to say, even though it was long, it was only a one-shot, so he thought it might not have satisfied him.

"That's not true. I was very satisfied."

He suddenly hugged me and gave me a thick kiss when I gave him a niggly, inferior smile.

And nominate me again! And he smiled and waved away.

He said I was a good customer.

By the way, it tasted like breakfast.