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

For dinner, we had a paella in a downtown stall.

Seafood paella, I can't say anything else to describe it this way.

And the rice in this world is good. I don't know if it's just this area or if it just fits my mouth, but thank you.

After dinner, I continued to come to Annan yesterday. It's a complex with a go-go bar.

Peek into the store in an attempt to enter a different go-go bar than yesterday.

That's not a go-go bar, that sounds like a dance hall. Dancers and guests are dancing.

It's not just for watching the dance, it's for the guests who want to dance too.

I'm a pass.

Dancing is enough for the summer festival, which we are invited to attend every year because of our company's fate.

Nevertheless, the bass drum is still annoying.

Peek into another store, this looks like a go-go bar. Get inside.

More yesterday, and the music is loud.

Sit down and ask for ale.

This shop is also staged with an extended table of seats, with dancers dancing in front of them.

This feeling of admiring the underground idol stage in a way that looks up from the stage is quite fun.

Enjoy plenty of dancer stages today.

I was thinking that

I'm coming, I'm coming, a storm of solicitation.

Very, slow stage sights, etc., they didn't let me.

First, there comes a dancer who's not dancing.

Sit in the next seat and whiskey me.

When I order them, the moment the whiskey is placed on the table, this time I start making demands to take them out.

(You, you just sat down)

When I refuse to take him out, he immediately takes his seat and leaves.

(Hey, for the whiskey, wasn't that the entertainment fee? I haven't been sitting next to you for a minute.)

I can't believe this is happening.

Plus, when he leaves, he goes bad.

Very unpleasant.

Some of them are terrible, and I think the next one is coming.

This guy also starts demanding that the whiskey be taken out the moment it's placed on the table.

Not again, I say no while I pound my tongue in my heart.

This guy didn't leave behind a throwaway dialogue like he did earlier, but he keeps asking to be taken out.

I haven't even had a drink, but I'm looking for a replacement for the whiskey.

Pointing out that it would remain,

"Eh, I can't drink that much."

(If you can't drink, don't demand it instead!

Anyway, uh-huh.

I'm sick of it.

It's as if you've come to the venue of the Bad Painting Commercial Law.

Today, I killed time watching the go-go bar stage, and when the night was late, I was planning on going somewhere else, but it was rounded up.

I may have an opinion that I should take him out short and then go later.

But I'm thirty too.

Instead of endless suckers, they are not powerful middle school students who push the lid up and overflow even with the lid.

Power must be preserved.

Speaking of which, I'm a little sorry to be in the other world, but one thing happened.

(I wanted to come when I was in middle school)

Here it is.

It's not just physical strength, it's also sensibility.

Back then I even wondered about the seat of a wooden chair after my favorite child sat down.

I don't have the purity I had back then, the curiosity about the unknown anymore.

In many ways, he's grown up.

Well, that's good. I think about it because the other side has been overfilled.

If this part is met, other, relatively less satisfied parts will start to bother you.

I don't know what to do.

I left it and left the store because it was too uncomfortable.

I don't even have a sales smile on my waitress's face because I left the store without taking anyone out. I feel bad.

To the other go-go bars, I thought so, but I didn't care if I made an uncomfortable impression on the go-go bars.

Bluff downtown.

Men like me, with nasty smiles on their faces, are walking.

Pros and bumpy women also walk waving their asses.

Drunk men are being yelled at by unprofessional women.

There are stalls.

There's a guy eating at the stall.

There's a guy in the street, waving a frying pan, cooking.

There is also a souvenir shop.

Downtown streets are bright.

There is a crowd, vibrant.

In the locality where I lived, it was getting lost.

A little earlier than planned, but we get to our destination.

"Somewhere else," I was just thinking.

It's a coffee shop.

Of course, it's not just a coffee shop.

According to the information I gathered, this is an "assisted coffee shop".

The name of the store is "Beltalk".

I'll probably open the door.

There's just a couple of male and female guests, it's ragged. I hear the late hour is the real deal here. Was it too early?

I left the store like this, so I decided to collect information.

First head to the counter and sit there.

"Order, okay?

Speak to the aunt behind the counter.

It's more like an aunt in the kitchen than a drinker's mom.

Perhaps preparing food and drink rather than customer service is the job.

"Fine, what will it be?"

"Bye, Yale for now"

Yes, and Yale will be out soon.

I'll give you one silver coin for the price.

Auntie, count out the change copper coins.

"You can change, and your sister can drink something with it."

The aunt gives a slightly strange look and then laughs nigga.

"What are you, a rat? You're a very strange hobbyist."

Laugh and relay your aunt's jokes.

Actually, for the first time, I was wondering if you could tell me how the store works.

My aunt laughs too.

"Right. Don't hesitate to treat you."

Put the change bronze out of the store box in your own pocket and make something like a splash of water.

My drinking bill, maybe, is just that.

"So, what do you want to know?

"All of it. Because I've never been in a store like this before"

Oh, boy. It's a hassle, I hope, but my face is laughing. Looks like you'll be dealing with me.

I don't have many customers, and I guess I'm free.

"This is where men and women meet. If someone likes you, speak up and luxury a drink. When the conversation is over, the two of us get along and go outside. If we don't get together, we'll find each other another."

Humph and nod.

Customers, have you ever been to a go-go bar or anything? I've asked, so I say, yes.

"Then you'll see, when you go out there, you have to pay the store a removal fee. Nothing like that here. So it's cheaper this way."

"Well, then the only thing that sells the store is the drinks."

"From the woman who came to the store, she paid for the entrance fee in addition to the drinks."

"Just a woman?

"Yes, just the woman."

When I go with my sensibility, I think that women are free and men are paid.

"Woman, aren't you going to stop coming?

"I'm coming. I don't know where I can catch a guest without taking a margin. If I try to do it outside of here, I'm not gonna stand up."

"I can't believe I'm standing here."

Stand up, is the style of standing on the road and catching guests.

"I'm in a park near here. But rainstorms don't rise, there's hot cold, bugs fly in, not to mention dangerous. Sometimes you get exposed."

Exposed. Eh.

"Compared to that, this is heaven. Besides, this place is known to be like that. Both men come for it. Even if you pay a little change, it's not a bad hunting ground."

"Why don't you take the admission fee from the man?

"A man asks for a drink every time he calls a woman. Besides, the guys who come here want to play a little cheaper. If you try to get money for something other than a woman's drink, your legs might be far away."

Saying so, Auntie lifts the empty glass and looks at me chillily.

Yes, yes, take your place. Go away, go away.

I'm sorry, and my aunt laughs and makes watercreases again.

There comes a young waiter who looks just like his aunt. I'm not handsome.

Looks like he's here to pass on his table seat order.

Look at me, bow down small.

"My son."

Introducing him like that, he puts out two glasses of ale on the counter. My son put it on the tray and went back.

"I've heard that this is a place where you can meet amateurs, not professionals, but different."

When I asked, my aunt looked at me and said, "What did you explain?"

"How far are amateurs and where are professionals from?"

Auntie continues.

"There are people here who can't get customers at whorehouses and go-go bars and want to make another buck. You're a pro."

Yeah.

"I used to work in whorehouses and go-go bars, but some guys come here because they stopped or they can't hire me anymore. Ex-professionals or these guys are professionals too."

I even hammer.

"I'm an ex-professional, but I washed my legs now. And I didn't have a job or get married. But sometimes you want money, and some guys come here."

Is that professional? Pro, no, mm-hmm.

"Normally I work or I'm a student, but some come to me for pennies"

OL, a student. Amateur, I guess. No, professional if you habituate.

"Sometimes runaway daughters come to us for the cost of living, and sometimes wives come to pay off their debts."

My aunt splits the water. The glass was emptied.

"You know what I mean? People have their own qualities and their own reasons. From Atashi's point of view, we're all professionals when it comes to asking for money for consideration."

"I see. Exactly."

I'm convinced.

Auntie shakes the glass, as if demanding a replacement.

Yes, yes, I know, which way.

I'm gonna go ahead and put my aunt's water split bill on the counter.

"You're a good man. I'm gonna fall in love with you."

Hey, guys.

"Because of this, I'll tell you. Some of them suck. They're coming for criminal purposes."

"Criminal purpose?

The aunt nods and whispers a little.

"While I'm in the shower in Loveho, they take my golden-eyed stuff. Besides, they hide their clothes and shoes somewhere so they can't come after them."

"Terrible"

"I know a good store, so let's drink there, what a take and get bummed out there. And be stripped of their wraps"

"Uh-huh."

"He invites me to come to his room, and I follow his mushroom. So, exactly."

"What do you mean by that?

"I don't know, sold or killed by slaves. Anyway, that's still missing."

I cover my face with my hands.

I felt safe, but I knew it was the city of the night.

The danger seemed to be right beside us.

"What place to watch out?

Where are you staying? I honestly answer Swiss ham because I was asked.

My aunt nods, and she's convinced that you're staying in a good place.

"If you took him out, don't stop by another store on the way and take him straight to your inn. You can't do much with a good lodging, and people without ID cards can't go in there in the first place."

"Who doesn't have an ID card?"

Even me, extremely unidentified, was able to get it.

"Hey, guys with a criminal record, guys who don't dare possess it because they're willing to commit crimes"

I see.

"You should avoid using Loveho in the short. Well, absolutely not her room. That was all true."

Her room..., for me, sounds like an admiration for something I didn't get.

Apart from that, it might sound fascinating to someone who wants to play cheap, in terms of saving money on love hoes.

"Didn't you get caught?

Auntie shakes her head left and right.

"That goes on, and that woman is suspicious, when she starts to stand out. You don't even show your face in the store anymore."

Something else, and my aunt thinks a little, and says.

"It's important to note that you're secretary at a big chamber of commerce, or you worked for an guild, and you're trying to bring up the title and make me trust you. It's all a lie."

"Are you lying"

There will be a lot of circumstances, so I don't think it would be strange for someone like that to come.

"Before I hit it. Just push that up front and you'll think it's weird."

Auntie taps the counter gently with her concons and fingers. You seem frightened by my low alertness.

"Next time, go to the park during the day. My brother with the kids is gonna call me."

"Your brother?

The aunt nods and imitates the voice of her brother with the child.

"I am a pilot in the Knights of this country. I came here today on holiday with my kids. You're a traveler, aren't you? I need to talk to you about what we're gonna get out of each other, don't you hear? Yeah, I have to be a traveler. So... '

"It stinks a lot."

I feel like I smelled physically, frowning.

Right? And my aunt nods.

"You're not without money, are you? Looks like you're staying at a nice place, and even though it's for listening, I'm kind of financially luxurious."

"Yeah, well, there it is."

"Well, then, it's easier to play in a whorehouse or at least a go-go bar. This is where the guy who wants to play cheap comes in. It's cheap, it's quite risky."

Don't play here, I'm talking about playing elsewhere.

From your aunt's point of view, it would be a difficult word to say.

Maybe I liked it.

"The woman who comes here, like I said, is a professional breakdown. There is a good reason why customers can't take it or hire it. Decent shops are definitely better for women."

It's true.

"Semi-professionals and amateurs like you've been thinking about, they're not armed, and they're not mindful. If you don't feel comfortable on the way, you can call a guard and face the victim."

I'm surprised.

"That's terrible. Are men the only ones caught by the guards and treated like criminals"

I remember the news of the world where I was, and I got chilly.

"No, I'm not going that far. Even the guards are not stupid. If a man says he met a woman here, look for witnesses here"

"Well, if you testify that you saw a woman here, that's what this place is. I know even the guards, and I'm used to this trouble with my hands."

I see.

"A woman is reprimanded and a man is set free. But I came to see you because of you, and that would ruin it, wouldn't it?

Yeah, yeah, it's ruined.

"So if you have a little money, you have to play somewhere decent."

I snort deeply.

Finally, I told him that I felt uncomfortable at the go-go bar earlier.

"There are stores like that."

Auntie laughed.

"I want my customers to spin faster, and that's what the store educates them about. If we don't do that, the dancers will be more pissed off from the store. If you're not willing to make a quick choice, go to another store."

"Is that how you run your business and your customers come?

I'm outraged.

But my aunt, she looked a little frightened.

"If you're going to pick it out right away, it's not too bad. Probably cheaper to take out than the others."

"What?"

"That kind of store holds more dancers than the size of the store. If we don't get out of here with a bang, the store will be filled with dancers with no customers."

Uh, I'm surprised. I didn't have that idea. I didn't even ask for a removal fee.

"Recently, I have a crushed go-go bar. Probably absorbed this dancer when he was crushed, and temporarily he was in that state."

Auntie gives a slightly more serious look.

"I'm rescuing a dancer. If you think only about business, you don't need to hire more people than your height. Ignore it. Or hire the good ones to throw away the bad ones and not change the overall number of people in the store. This one's much smarter, and a lot of stores actually do that."

But keep saying that.

"Even undergraded dancers have a life. And I need time to change my life's athlete. So there's a store out there where you can flip everything, good or bad, and hire everybody, even if it's temporary."

I'm serious, too, and I encourage you to continue.

"I think Atashi had a relationship with a broken shop or just a shop run by a friendly owner."

I admired it.

Learn.

Even in the same event, if you change the angle, can you see something different so far?

"Thank you, sister. It really helped me today."

I don't have much of this, but I'll take it and give you one of the silver coins.

Auntie winks heavily at Hugh and her way of whistling lightly.

"You're a really good man. Next time you tell me in advance, I'll close the store and deal with you overnight."

No, I won't let you. I'm sorry.

I waved to my aunt and left the store.