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

Explosion Bottom Having fun with your sister, I left the store with great satisfaction.

It's still evening outside, and the sunset is eye-catching.

(Are you leaving today?)

I'm too satisfied to be a wise man, or I'm not motivated to go to the next store.

Long time no see, it would be nice to go home sometime in the day.

(Buy dinner on the way and relax at home later)

And I bought pizza and salad and got home.

The next morning.

It is rain.

It's coming down hard.

(Why is it raining in the morning the day after sunset?)

I'm not convinced. But common sense in the other world, the original world, won't work here, I guess.

I'm in trouble because I use walking as a means of getting around and don't have rain gear.

(Can't go outside)

If I didn't hate to get wet, I could get out, but I didn't even want to get out that far.

Spend time reading the books you've bought, cleaning and laundry.

Fortunately, the rainfall gradually weakened and by noon, it was possible to go out without rain gear.

I quickly went outside and headed to the shopping district east of the square to buy groceries, consumables, and rain gear in preparation for the future.

And now he was watching people going to the square as they grabbed lunch at a restaurant facing the square. Mostly young women.

(I see.)

Use the demonic eye to see the circulation of light in a walking woman.

Their current condition and the good news is, they look like footage.

Only the person closest to you can tell, so the only object is the person passing in front of you.

I was obsessed with testing this new ability right now.

(Whoa, whoa! Wait a minute! Ma'am, what the hell are you planting?

A well-formed, clear lady passes as she brightens her umbilical Tanda to a bright orange.

I realize once again that people don't look like it.

When I enjoyed watching humans that way, I felt accidentally snug, mentally fatigued.

The ever visible video by the demonic eye also suddenly fails to focus and disappears.

(Maybe the Devil's Eye consumes something magical to use?

I can't see the status, so I don't know my level, the total amount of hit points, magic points, and so on.

I don't know, but intuitively, I felt that I was the one who overused Magic Point.

Well, of course, if those numbers exist in this world.

(Hey, you overused the Devil's Eye on track)

I reflected lightly, took my shopped baggage and went home.

After I got home, I was feeling tired about something, so I took a nap.

When I woke up, it was already evening.

I feel like a day was wasted.

But when I think about myself in the original world, the rest of the day, mostly, I feel like I was spending some time asleep.

Think about it, sometimes there will be days like this.

And I feel refreshed, and there is no mental fatigue like before.

(There are some things I'm not satisfied with about the use time of the demon eye.)

Yes, it is.

Yesterday, I used the blast bottom sister on the plain child and a total of four hours.

But today, at most, it's 20 minutes.

(Last night, Magic Point didn't recover?

It's unfounded, but I feel different. My senses.

(Because you changed the subject you see from next?

Yesterday, there were only two of us, Plain Son and Exploded Bottom Sister. It's not an impossible story.

(... or is it the distance to the subject?

On my own, I feel like this is the best reason.

Today, I just looked at someone slightly apart and never looked at each other.

Yesterday, I spent a lot of time literally in contact with each other, unusual but eye-to-eye.

And as for my actual feeling, when I'm looking at them, touching my body, etc., I feel like a lot of information was pouring in easily and accurately.

(To be verified, it is better to limit the use of the Demon Eye to when it is here.)

That's what I thought, here we go, to the pleasure zone to celebrate the time.

I walk the best boulevard in Pleasure Street.

The streets are bright, busy and lively.

Nice vibe.

"Yes, brother. Come by if you like."

My old man, he's handing out billas.

When I saw the billa I received, it was advertising a newly opened whorehouse. It seems to open today.

Besides, it also says that you will win a great gift in the lottery for three days from today.

(Shortly after opening, it will be crowded.

I think.

(There is no rush. Later, when your feet settle, let's go)

When I stuck Billa in my pocket on the road, I restarted walking.

From time to time from the boulevard, enter Yokoti and find today's shop.

Doing so caught the eye of a shop.

In a beautiful looking building, there are two entrances, the entrances of which are completely isolated from each other.

The name of the store with the entrance to the left towards was "Kani" and the name of the store with the entrance to the right was "Floy".

The reason it caught my eye is on the sign.

Kani, both sides of Floy are putting up a big sign when they do it above the entrance.

What is depicted on Kani's sign is a painting of a handsome young male elf winking and beaming out of his eyes.

Froy, by contrast, is a painting of an equally young and beautiful female elf dressed like a princess, beaming from her armpit.

Both painting touches look just like each other, supposedly painted by the same person.

In addition, the construction of both entrances is very similar.

Perhaps the owners of these two stores are the same person and run two stores in the same building.

"Is Kani for Women and Floy for Men"

Watching guests come and go, Floy has guys in and out with nasty nigga laughs just like me.

The same goes for Kani, the women who stretched their noses out like I did, in and out.

"Hmm. The whorehouse isn't just for men, it's also for women."

I'm impressed. After all, in the world, men and women must be equal.

Equal Employment Opportunity Act.

The job at the whorehouse seems to be well rounded up and will have a status in advanced stores. Such a good workplace is and should be liberated not only by women but also by men.

"And you're still elf,"

It follows the werewolf. My breasts get hot in different worlds of flair.

"There's no hand in coming to the fantasy world and not playing with elves"

I thought so.

I'll try not to think about Dwarf right now for now.

And I opened Froy's door with anticipation.

"Oh..."

I was overwhelmed by the sight.

The thin-silk elves were sitting on the chick stand, dancing in the lobby, and serving drinks as waitresses.

In addition to his long ears, the elf has features that can be considered a classic, such as a fine face on the long cut eyes, a thin, luxurious body, and long hands and feet.

Because the waitress also has an elf, I often sit back on the couch and order drinks to watch.

One knee on the floor and offer me an iced coffee in a basin.

From the chest, I could see a thin breast.

The waitress, while noticing my gaze, looks me in the eye and smiles nicely. She's quite a beauty.

I was rather dodgy with the sad habit that when I was about to meet a beauty, I would deviate.

(I'm a customer, I'm a customer. I don't know if I need to get carried away because I've got eyes on a girl at the store)

I've tried to correct this habit by touching the other world, but it still seems so.

Nevertheless, these waitress eyes do not look good on the young look and have a deep shade.

If you're an elf, maybe you're not as old as you seem. It is also said to be a long-lived species.

(That's the species known as the "Deep One" and the "Long One")

I recall a statement about an elf in a book I recently read. Besides the name Elf, the profound and the long are called and learned.

Considering the depth of this eye, and its longevity as a race, I thought it was a targeted expression.

There was also a statement in the book that Elves looked down on people, but so far, there has been nothing overt about it.

Well, it's a long-lived species. No wonder you feel superior to a short-lived people's tribe.

When I asked the concierge, besides the chick's lady, she could nominate a waitress for the simple stage in the lobby.

However, waitresses are a bit expensive because it's hard to prepare alternatives when they're nominated too often.

Because of me, I decided to nominate the waitress who brought me the iced coffee.

A drink for two arrived in the room and time began for just the two of us.

I stand in front of the waitress with my hands on both arms of the waitress.

And look at the circulation of light as you peek straight into your eyes.

(Elves don't seem to make you any different)

The dark, red light is circulating slowly. Same as a normal person.

I keep stroking my waitress while I let her undress one by one.

(Fine thin silk for chicks and dancers, but good clothes for this waitress too)

Continue to think so.

The light of the waitress changes from dark red to bright red to dark orange, and the circulation gradually gets faster.

The eyes of the waitress float with mild surprises, admiration and perhaps a hint of colour.

But that's a professional, different mindset.

If you're an amateur, here, you're the only one who's done feeling better, but then you don't feel like you've done your job.

Made a move to make me feel better.

Pushing me down on the bed is going to set me up with some pretty skillful moves, whether it's due to elf secret moves or experience.

This one also raises the gear of the grooming by a step.

From then on, we roll out our moves to each other as we crumble on the mat.

It was like freestyle wrestling.

The color temperature of the waitress increases and the circulation is faster. She was perfectly ready.

I can only feel my color temperature and circulation thin, but this one will be in the same condition. Many of the waitresses' rolling moves had made them ready.

Eventually, just to temporarily dominate, I finally make a blow.

Not the submission subject's moves until then. It's a blow move released from my center of gravity.

(determined)

I was so sure.

But a few moments later, the certainty is overturned.

The waitress was still alive while uplifting her sweaty face.

(What are you?!

I get upset and see her color temperature.

I see the cause.

The brilliance of the waitress's umbilical Tanda was considerably higher, or deeper, than the women I've ever seen.

And my blow hadn't reached that realm carelessly.

On the waitress's face, an arrogant grin runs.

(You never, never reach me)

I felt like I heard the voice inside the elf.

And then he reversed his posture all at once, following the gap created by my upset.

I then attempt a freestyle wrestling attack to get a blow in the back.

Put one foot of the waitress on his shoulder or take his back.

We tried to narrow down the distance from Umbilical Tanda.

But a skilled waitress can't easily forgive a disadvantage.

Each time it was reversed, at the end of the day it was mounted and squeezed out plenty.

After losing to the waitress, I stood in front of the store and looked up at Froy's sign.

(The world, it's wide)

I was reflecting on my complacency.

I got the Devil's Eye and I was on track.

It's not so sweet in the world to just rely on the Devil's Eye to win.

(Nevertheless, I was surprised at that depth of the waitress)

just far-reaching, was.

To my own words, I think, Ha.

Is that what this is all about? Is it not just a waitress, but a pedigree feature?

It's not an impossible story.

And once again, I notice, I look at Kani's sign.

(If so, the long-timers)

If the women of the elves are "both profound," biologically, the men of the elves would have to be "both long." Otherwise, it is difficult to leave offspring behind.

I was wary of my thoughts.

(Don't be afraid, Elf)

I can't stop trembling.

I felt like I had spoken the name of what could be considered the most famous species in the fantasy world and learned one end of it why it had such a big presence.