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

Well, I'm in a restaurant called "Marinette" right now, eating seafood fries as my main meal.

I heard other guests talking to each other in the lobby of the whorehouse, "There's a good shop," and I was wondering.

Tastes, yeah, not bad. Eat freshly fried white fish with tartar sauce and you'll feel happy.

(Dinner's fine, but this isn't wow...)

I look up at the ceiling and sigh.

This ceiling is for sale, but it doesn't suit my taste.

Low ceilings that are critical if I stand up are made of glass or acrylic.

Its transparent ceiling combines the upper floors.

And upstairs, the girls in sailor clothes are dancing in turns.

It's like an aquarium.

Although it's not the fish you see, it's the girl.

(At least, I hope you're wearing underwear)

I wear sailor clothes, but that's all.

Those kids are crouching and grinding their hips and dancing.

Uh, I mean,

You can see the acne fruit or the chrysanthemum blossom. That's close range, too, even though I'm eating.

The threesome of men at the table next door is a big buzz. I am so happy.

He watches the chair recline like a barber's chair, knocking down a glass of eyes and eating and drinking.

Naturally, the aprons on my chest and all around me are everywhere I eat them.

(I was wondering why you send me an apron like a BBQ shop, and this is what happened)

I guess it depends on my taste, but I can't.

It's called, it stinks.

I dined with my chair at right angles, and when I finished eating, I went out early.

To change my mood, I decided to go into a fast food store.

When I say fast food, it's not a restaurant. It's the fast food version of the whorehouse.

It seems that wind clouds in the industry have begun to break common sense and make it cheap and easy for them to enjoy themselves.

"Welcome aboard!

A young girl in a store uniform greets me with a cheerful smile.

It's a hall there, with a chick stand in the back.

"Call us when you're ready"

On the chicks, women in yellow bikinis stand and sit.

A plate with a number is attached to the chest.

(This is a store in Japan that doesn't have a real deal.)

Yes, according to research, there's no production here. And there's no time limit. One-shot system.

And cheaper than anything.

I don't give a single silver coin. Plus, no chips, no need to order drinks.

Because I have an aunt's teaching at an aid coffee shop, cheap is the opposite of anxiety material.

But the only reason I paid attention here was for something else.

(Wouldn't a system called Finger and Rip Only (FALO) be a reference for improving my massage technology?)

That's what I thought.

When I chose someone without any particular attention, I headed to a private room.

"It was a great failure"

I left the store to reflect.

When I walked into the room, it was suddenly six pick-ups and nine.

(vi) Untie the side knot of the bikini while still picking up nine,

"Be my guest."

And I was told.

Also in front of me, it's a flower arrangement of chrysanthemums and akebi.

Absolutely, you're the same proprietor here as the store just now!

Being milked into a dairy cow state, I scored a goal with no joy.

"You're tired of something."

It's tense. It's a step back.

That's when Futoshi store signs caught my eye.

(A relaxing massage, maybe not bad. Six pickups and nine in a small room just now, and my body is stiff, should I stop by?)

This is the first time I've been in an authorized massage parlor, and it might be nice.

Upon entering the store, Toto's standing sister came out and was put through to a private room, where she lay on a sleeping table lying down.

And from the back side, the massage begins.

It looked like a massage or something as a whole, waking up my torso and taking my arms, bending my legs, and getting up like a joint move.

(Damn, it's painful, but it feels good)

My body was stiff, I can tell for myself.

Gradually, I was able to breathe easier and deeper.

(Hmm?)

But things gradually change from the middle of nowhere.

My fingers are starting to blur my delicate zone.

The chest of your sister who stood tall also starts to hit.

(What the hell is this?

Hardly, I'm feeling better.

Even though this is a health massage shop, it is.

The standing sister noticed the condition and stopped her hand.

"Oh, um, excuse me"

When I apologized, my sister stood up and said something unexpected.

"It's a different fee from here, but what do we do?

Oh, is that what this place was?

I didn't realize.

But because of that, I decided to ask for it.

By the way, the real deal is none.

"Yes, don't close your eyes, look at me"

Toronto's standing sister smiles demonically and tells me to open my eyes.

I was just being flirted with by my standing sister.

The roots of the hose are held down by the left hand and the water flow is completely controlled.

The right hand is constantly stimulating the tip of the hose.

And my eyes keep staring at me to capture my eyes firmly and insight into my condition.

If the mountain gives me, I weaken the stimulus while squeezing with my left hand, and if the mountain leaves, I intensify the stimulus while loosening.

In the unlikely event of an outburst, your left hand instantly prevents an outburst physically.

I was crossing my limits and I was in pain and boredom.

The Aikido master said he didn't let the little bird on his right hand fly.

As the bird tries to fly, he perceives the signs and lowers his right hand.

The bird, lowered at the moment of stomping, steps on the bump without being able to jump up.

And the master returns his right hand to the same height before the bird finishes preparing to fly.

By repeating this, he said he didn't let the little bird fly.

This is how I am now.

Unlike a master, your standing sister has a mistake.

But the left hand perfectly follows the mistake. I won't let you leak a drop.

I realized the importance of looking them in the eye.

And what a fool that was, just now, the Six Picks Nine.

And the moment I received the giant mountain, and at the same time, the moment I gave up on being stopped by my left hand again, Toru's standing sister unleashed the curse on my left hand.

(Hey, hey, hey, hey?!

I couldn't believe what happened in front of me.

I slept on my back at that moment.

And my many sons, right in front of me, reached the ceiling.

(Impossible! This can't be happening! Even when I was in high school, I didn't fly this much)

Stunning. But surprising, that wasn't all.

(?! but ahhh)

And it doesn't stop. There can't be this much. It's an incredible amount.

(Life! Life is spilling out!

It was so sure and so frightening.

(... this is the first time...)

I just got caught up.

I'm back at my new home.

That was awesome earlier.

When I asked him, he said it was his sister's special attack, "Poison Drain."

In order to limit it to the threshold, it seems that it will be as it was earlier in the recoil.

By the way, did you hear that? Gentlemen?

"Special Attack," and "Named."

I really want something. I want it too. I want a special attack. I want a move with a name. And I want to roll out the moves, screaming the name of the moves.

As for me calling myself a villain Phantom in Sione, I wanted two names and a Special Attack, too.

No, nevertheless, I pulled a hassle today, but it was a day to learn.

Use the rest of the magic usage to make potions.

Multiply yourself with injury treatment (F), disease treatment (F), and state abnormality recovery (F).

I dared to hang the rank F because I felt it when I hung it, and I thought about checking for injuries, illnesses, and condition abnormalities.

Disease treatment and abnormal recovery were unresponsive.

Injury treatment was fully healed, but this appeared to have occurred just now after the patient hit the tibia and bled.

The rest of today's top magic usage was 1 S, 3 A, 6 B, and 10 C.

Yeah, I'm not using it at all. Even though the date will soon change.

(Sometimes if you don't use it, you'll be worried if it really works)

Because of this, I decided to make a total of 10 potions of S.A. B and hang them on herbs.

It would be useless to hang it on myself, but medicinal herbs would nourish it.

The glass jouro was wrapped in a bag, diluted and hung on the herb while preventing the light in the potion from leaking.

Interestingly, only injury treatment (S) was performed by hanging directly from the potion bottle onto the central herbal strain.