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

After dinner, I was laddering the go-go bar.

Apart from Annan, the Gogo Bar opens its shops alone in all parts of the pleasure district.

Annan is special. It's a complex, like an adult shopping center.

Referring to the story of my aunt in the assisted coffee shop Bell Talk, she enjoys the stage while not appropriately dancing with her sales.

Some of them are persistent dancers, so it's quite a hassle to keep them on, but I didn't consume much energy on my werewolf opponents, so I'm doing something about it.

I'm avoiding the fact that I haven't been to Annan because I don't think it's okay, but my last impression was bad.

I'm looking for a dancer tonight.

The reason is that it's my last night at the inn.

After I move in, I'm basically not going to bring him in.

There are some security and neighborhood ears matters, but the primary reason is laundry.

You can also do sheets laundry at the inn, but not in your own room.

You have to wash your own clothes.

The name of the store you are in is "Carbo".

I'm in the counter here, and I'm having a non-dancing dancer rub my shoulder.

"Ugh, it feels good"

This dancer calls himself a good masseuse, so I gave him a shoulder rub to try.

I was just saying, it was quite something.

It doesn't hurt, it's not weak, it feels good.

It's amazing how elaborate my shoulders were.

"If you take me out, I'll massage you more places."

Rubbing his shoulders, he pushes his chest against my back from behind and moves rather.

However, after accumulating experience and leveling up repeatedly, I am not able to move that much.

(No, me too, I was praised for being a good shoulder rub when I was little)

My grandfather was a master.

Even so, it's a level where he studied mostly on his own after retiring from active duty, remodeling parts of his home and opening a business.

Most of the guests are neighbors, Grandpa and Grandpa.

He was a grandpa and a kid, and I remembered him with a visual imitation.

And from time to time, I rubbed my family's shoulders, and they praised me for being good.

With that in mind, get a massage and think about your future life plan.

(Regularly place potions in merchant guilds to secure regular income)

This is the basics.

I don't sell it directly. Pass all the guild through.

To avoid trouble.

(If you have someone you want to treat, call them whole, I'll magically cure them. I won't take the money)

Magical treatment is only to satisfy my feelings.

I don't take money because when I take money, it becomes work.

I'll pay you to fix it, and I don't care if you come.

The magic cure is only my favorite.

I'm not going to cure anyone I don't even like.

I don't have to do anything I don't like for money in this world.

Um, great. Let's thank the stone statue here.

(You also need some arm to do the overall gesture)

Do I have to be apprenticed to someone?

But there was something flashing in my head thinking about self-depravity, such as not wanting to be such a hassle.

(This dancer, pretty massage, it's good, right? If you could tell me, it would take a lot of shape.)

Anyway, the magic has a therapeutic effect.

Just the shape, just the shape. If that's what it looks like.

"Okay, I'll get you out of here."

"Really!?

Negotiate prices with dancers quickly.

Short or long?

Is the inn a good lodging or a love ho around it?

Check the terms and determine the amount.

By the way, in Long's case, the later the night, the cheaper it gets.

Because the time to morning is shorter.

We convinced each other, so we paid a removal fee to the store and headed to my place, Swissham.

My room in Swiss ham.

We're taking turns massaging each other now. He's healthy.

I'm being coached on the condition that I play the chip.

She said, "Not bad, but not bad."

Too bad I was a little confident.

Well, the only reason for my confidence was that I had been praised by my family as a child.

At the very least, around what seemed to have taken shape, the study group ended.

And I enjoyed the massage of the less healthy.

Morning.

It's a more refreshing morning than usual.

Actually, we had a fight early in the morning.

At dawn, I woke up with signs of a hot fight in the next room.

You can hear it from across the wall, voices and sounds.

If I'd listened to that, I'd strangely want to fight it, and I'd start taunting you.

She woke up along the way, and she couldn't help it, so she felt like she was dealing with you.

After breakfast, I broke up with her and headed to the Merchant Alliance.

To receive the keys to your new home.

I could do potion workshops, general practitioners, a lot of things I wanted to do.

Become a resident of the king's capital of rented accommodation from a traveler of accommodation.

Let's calm down a little and try to live.

After receiving the keys to his new home at the Merchant Guild, he bought something decent in the mall.

I am now struggling to make my new home a little easier to live in.

All furniture, curtains, etc. were provided, and while the cleaning was under way, the futon was presented to me in the guild.

So even if you say you're struggling, to the extent that you change the layout of the room, it's no big deal.

Without so much time, the general thing settled down in the morning.

There was a stall out on the road in front of me, so I grab lunch there.

Looking up at my house while eating and thinking.

(In the garden, I wonder what to plant. Flowers or fruit would be nice)

Second, I can think of something.

(No, it's a potion workshop, so why don't we plant something that will be the ingredient for the potion)

There are three types of potions I make: injury medication, disease medication, and state disorder recovery medication.

Each ingredient is different, but the common main ingredient is herbs.

(Yeah. Let's plant some herbs. I might be selling seeds and seedlings at a market or a merchant's guild)

After the meal, go to the Merchant Alliance and talk to them.

"Is it a seedling of herbs"

My aunt puts a small neck on it. I'm different from my aunt in real estate.

"Speaking of which, I think he handled it in the store where he was delivering the pharmacist's equipment."

But cut the word, and go on.

"It's just for research, so it could be expensive."

"Is it for research..."

I wonder what kind of research.

My aunt reads and tells me questions accurately from between my words.

It's an artificial cultivation.

Oh well, can't medicinal herbs be grown artificially?

Sure, if you can harvest a lot in the field, you don't have to ask the adventurer to collect it.

Seeing the look I gave you convinced me, my aunt seems to have made a mistake this time.

In my eyes, I get a slightly proud look.

"Yeah, the best thing about artificial cultivation of medicinal herbs would be research from the Royal School of Magic here in Wangdu."

"Is it still artificial cultivation? I heard rumors, but not that far. That's the king's capital."

I snort, yeah.

I've never heard of rumors.

But for once, I'm making it a touch of a pharmacist. It would be strange not to know.

Besides, they're a little proud. If you show admiration, you'll feel comfortable talking, and you won't have weird suspicions or anything.

I hammered my happy talking aunt and could learn a lot about the Royal Magic College and the artificial cultivation of herbs.

I came to the store where they taught me at the Merchant Guild.

Arrived in Andale, the pharmacist's shop. When I went inside, a bald old man was doing a front out on the product shelf.

"I'd like some herb seedlings."

I tell them I was introduced in the Merchant Alliance.

The bald old man lovingly led me to the back of the store.

"I'll sit here."

Behind the store is a small field of about four tsubos, where medicinal herbs line up neatly.

According to the bald old man's explanation, after harvesting, the herb gradually changes to just grass, which just took the form of a herb.

It's roughly a week before it completely loses its drug effect.

In this store, they sent a request to the adventurer to collect it, plant it in this field and store it.

When delivering to the School of Magic, they planted three strains at a time in a rectangular flower pot.

"Okay, nine shares, please"

I'll order.

By the way, the herb made him a cheap guy on the verge of expiring his medication.

We don't make potions based on medicinal herbs, we don't do artificial cultivation research, so a grass without medicinal effects in the form of medicinal herbs is sufficient.

I also bought several other small items that I saw in the store.

Some wooden test tube stands, glass jouros, flasks, etc.

In the potion workshop, as an accessory.

To create an atmosphere, of course.

Authentic appliances with intricately tangled glass tubes were also placed in show windows, but with values of hundreds of gold coins, so I just looked at them.

The shopping item was meant to be carried home, so I was put on a golem carriage with my luggage, which was heavily marked 'Pharmacist's shop Andale'.

After planting seedlings of medicinal herbs in the field and tidying up a piece of the house, I decided to go play.

I think I'm going to Sione today.

I need to try something.

I'm in Sione's lobby right now.

One of the things I'd like to try is the chick stand here.

With all the sidelines, I haven't tried a chick stand once.

I have no choice. The sideline here is too dazzling.

Wearing clothes like those in fashion magazines for very young women, thin thighs are also sitting in obvious chairs.

Even if you stare at it, no one will complain. On the contrary, it makes me laugh.

Tease.

Breaking through the front of this sideline and going all the way to the chick stand is a tough business.

"Today is the day to go to the chicks"

I got myself in the mood and started walking.

... but I couldn't. I couldn't get there this time either.

He bent his knee in front of Denim's minisca and nominated him along the way.

I walked past boots & hot pants & pita tops with all my strength, but that was it.

Sidelines are pricier than chicks, so that usually makes them hesitant to nominate.

"Sideline one day," a sideline to make customers think so.

But in my case, it won't be an income problem, so it won't stop me at all.

Go quickly to the room with the nominated girlfriend.

Another thing I'd like to try is a massage. That's the guy Dancer taught me last night.

It's just that she's so young and luxurious in front of you that she just strokes rather than massages.

If the amateur did a whole masterful massage, he would definitely get hurt.

(Why not?)

depressed, stroking her immature, thin body.

Be gentle and touch the peaches in the fruit shop.

It's a massage, so naturally it comes from the top of my clothes.

(why not, why not)

Now ask him to lie on his back and continue to stroke even. Of course, from the top of my clothes.

Is it ticklish, twirling around or gently stopping me with my hands?

Never mind, keep stroking with both hands.

(Why not? Why not?)

Occasionally, my palms became rubbed against the stiff ones.

Is it elaborate, it must be.

He's going to nod his body, he's going to turn it against me, he's going to grab my wrists weakly.

Yeah, it can be a little painful in the process of relaxing stiffness.

Let's have patience with this, I can't help it.

Ignore the frivolous resistance and repeat from time to time, continue to stroke.

After an hour of stroking, I stopped moving while depressed. Her face is bright red.

The tension in her body is completely relaxed and she is out of nature and strength.

(Hmm, that's a successful massage)

I look at her depressed from the position at her feet with satisfaction.

Wrapped in a denim skirt, it attracts a skinny yet well-shaped ass.

I'm still up and down a lot as I breathe restlessly.

(um, good)

Stare often as you admire art.

(Not only to watch and admire, but to be able to go to the next stage is a good place in this world.)

I lean over to her on my knees, thanking her for coming to the other world.

You felt my signs of approaching and the change in atmosphere, trying to escape in the first place.

But my ankles are stuck. I was barely able to travel.

Wait a minute, give me a break, that's what I'm saying.

But I'm sorry.

It is My Favorite these days that we push forward knowing enough, no, twelve, that this is the situation.

I was gentle and reached out from behind her.