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

At noon, I haven't had BBQ in a long time.

I was walking down the mall street, and it smelled good to cook meat, and I fluttered in.

It's a store behind the butcher's shop, and they run it in the butcher's shop on the surface.

With a sweet spicy sauce with sesame seeds, the food proceeds.

Bake and eat vegetables as well as meat. Mushrooms are good too.

There is only one difficulty.

Because of the corner for one person, they start eating while looking at the wall in front of them.

(BBQ with her)

Something tells me that a long time ago, there was a BBQ as a tool to identify the progress of the two of us.

It doesn't matter to me that I couldn't be identified.

I eat meat and I'm full of energy, and I'm off to training.

Of course, it's training to train yourself.

Head to the first store.

Don't tell Teaching Little Inspector, I want to try training.

And I want you to see my arms up later.

Hide, that's where I want to work out.

I may feel like I'm not studying and studying in the shadows.

Then I enter Nathrie, a whorehouse that is probably an intermediate store.

The store has a chick in the lobby and an orthodox layout.

Compared to Jaanne and Sione, it is slightly smaller.

I found it on the chick stand, nominated wife-style boobs.

Before playing, have a drink and talk to the public.

Oh, my God, it wasn't wife-style, it was a real wife. And active duty.

In addition, she said she has had childbirth experience.

Parental leave ended and he was recently reinstated.

I'm working on it. I want you to work on it.

Yeah, I'll do my best, too.

After we talk, let's start playing.

For the boobs, turn around with the sofa on your hands.

Later, just like yesterday.

Even, let it go straight.

Using recoil of big tits, poke.

I can poke and poke, sincerely and thankfully.

Poke sincerely and politely.

And scream in my heart.

(Knock it off! What is this, really Knock it off!

That's my wife, she was a real tease buddy.

By analogy, the goddess of abundance.

I continued my workout as I was about to be half melted into the rhythm that the rich autumn fruits would bring.

(... hmm?,... this)

I found my heart at ease as I poked carefully with sincerity, thanking him for everything in the world.

And until now, I have only felt thin, my own color temperature and circulation, becoming clearly felt.

(Maybe it's a guy called Stream of Mind?

The opponent's circulation could only affect him by touching him, but his seems different.

He seemed to be able to influence it to some extent, with consciousness, breathing, body movements, etc.

(Okay, let's start by making it our goal to be able to control our minds)

I kept poking, taking care not to get uneven in speed so that my mind flow wouldn't become distorted.

I've been poking around for quite a while, but the intrusion is merely straightforward. Besides, he's only got a wife, and now he's cheerful.

And then, gradually, I was able to control my mind.

This was due to the devil's eye.

Because the demonic eye was able to discern the flow of my mind, I was able to conduct trials and errors.

And the outcome of the trial and error took me one by one, but surely, to the right answer.

About an hour after I started, I was able to manipulate my mind.

The flow of chi is close to equal speed, and the flow route is almost unbraced.

When I was satisfied with my improvement and exhaled lightly, it happened.

The flow of my mind changed as I focused on it. The contours of the stream of mind kick in, and if you don't pay close attention, it's enough to make it look like it's stopped without flow.

The flow route hasn't changed.

But the brakes, like the errors that had occurred before, were gone.

The average speed hasn't changed either.

However, there was no longer a change in the speed that had existed until then, and the speed became perfectly constant.

If this is the state of focus, the flow of mind until now is the state of Blebre, where there is no focus.

And a feeling similar to the certainty that spreads inside me.

(Did you get it)

I realized that I had completely taken control of my mind.

(Then hurry up, I'll have to try it)

I've decided to try and kill my wife, who is keeping around 60% satisfied, who rocks richly in front of me.

I have a reaction to my action.

The target reacts to my stimulus.

And if I can irritate them without any error, I can fit in the other person's reaction with minimal braking.

I stopped playing straight at the same time.

Woven with curves, chutes, change-ups, and a variety of sphere species.

A wife unable to follow a sudden change loses control and tries to cross the upper limit at once.

(But I won't let that happen)

I control my wife's water level fluctuations, even if she loses control of herself.

I kept my wife's water level at 98%.

Until just now, I wouldn't have been able to.

My poor accuracy caused my wife's water level to fluctuate dramatically, possibly targeting 80%, but it could have overflowed with an unintentional wave.

And with 98% satisfaction per hour and 80% satisfaction, the area that appears on the graph is very different.

In other words, it makes a big difference in the satisfaction the other person receives in total.

I keep it down tight at 98%.

And the moment my wife, no matter how I suppress it at 98%, biologically crosses 98% of the lower limit and tries to start overflow,

(Uh-oh!

I opened up everything, the shackles that had tied my wife at 98%, the shackles that had imposed on me to hold my wife at 98%, and everything else, beastly.

Vision stains bright white. Perhaps so will his wife.

This technique, which pushes to the limit and then opens up at once, mimics the technique of "poisoning", which was used by Toru's standing sister in a health massage shop.

(It worked)

Successful.

I was satisfied that I had acquired a new weapon and left myself to a sweet paralysis that filled my entire body, slowly falling into bed.

I was drinking lemon soda at my favorite café facing the square right now.

Actually, after that, it was tough in Nasree.

At the last moment, his wife, who received a "poisonous" imitation move, exclaimed with tremendous loudness.

To much voice, the voice rang to the lobby on the far ground floor, apparently.

Apparently, I turned white myself and didn't hear a sound.

As a result, the people in the store who decided something had happened were going to break into the room in large numbers.

And what they saw was my wife, unconscious in the middle of a large water reservoir, and me sneering on the bed.

Later, the people at the store who found out what had happened, including the wife, apologized the other way around.

I gave my wife a chip comparable to the price of the play and left the store.

On the way through the lobby, it seems to me that the eyes of the guests, the ladies at the chick stand, the waitresses and others, were close to those of the swordsmen.

When I walked off the wind with my shoulders, I pushed the door and went outside.

Jesus Christ, my name's sold.

He stopped cutting the wind with his shoulders, walked the street normally and came to this cafe, whining about it in his heart.

In this world, where adventurers are overflowing, such as walking shoulder to shoulder, you don't have to know.

After taking a full break, I will return to Nathrie again.

Nathrie's chicks had a lot of wives.

I'm sure you'll find who I'm looking for.

You see me come in, the lobby guests, the waitresses, the chicks squirm.

Only an old song concierge is cool.

"Dear Tauro, would you like to play?

I nod greatly and stare at the chicks with eagle eyes.

The women on the chicks are different: those who step forward, those who stop, those who can pull their hips.

What I'm looking for this time is a big ass.

Seeking a big ass and looking around the chick bed.

(That's it)

Find the woman in question.

The woman is not young.

But it's wife-style and has an eagle atmosphere. Just smile gently, even if you see me in the eye.

And he has a pretty rich breast and a big ass of a chick.

I named her, Mama, and nominated her for a concierge.

Once again, the time for training begins.

I nominated your mom for anti-elf.

So far, here's my operation against the elves.

Firstly, by means of heavy artillery (grooming), a controlled firing into the opponent's position is carried out.

Next, put in a tank unit, crush the opponent's battle power, and leave him unable to attack or defend.

Finally, by means of infantry, occupy the opponent's position.

(Grooming can take the opponent to some state, but that's it)

It's just, uh, advance support.

(And "poisoning" is powerful enough to take away consciousness, but it takes time due to the nature of keeping the opponent in critical condition and hunting him down)

If they fight back or resist in the meantime, they will be released.

By the time the Poison Drain is applied, the opponent's main battle power must be tapped.

(To do this, you need the ability to overwhelm your opponent)

I remember the Elf fight.

My striking unit could not reach too deep in the opponent's vertical depth formation.

(Start working out now to get powerful firepower)

That's what I thought, looking at your mom's, big ass.

Never impossible. Somehow, but I have an image.

Try that on your mom.

I ask my mom to take the same stance as she does in pendulum beating. I mean, two hands on the back of the couch, that's it.

Your mom is a human race, but that big ass becomes a physical barrier, widening the distance from me...

As a result, your mom's point is kept away from me, and, pseudo, the same situation as elves is created.

I mean, that's what I mean.

"Let's go."

That said, I started my usual, thankful straightforward.

(Again)

Your mom's thick defensive wall won't get my straight to the back.

But go on, even, and be polite.

Be attentive to your own flow of mind and circulate it so that it is condensed.

And then, imagine it reaching the back, releasing the straight.

During the repetition, even though it had not arrived physically, at the deepest point, a rhythmic change of light began to appear.

It changes with bright red, dark orange, bright orange.

The change was perfectly consistent with the timing of the straight.

(All right, here it is)

Hope plunges into my heart.

Eventually, the change in light becomes strong and clear.

It's a reaction as if a long distance-driven straight slapped his fist against the deepest wall and made up his mind.

Each time, a bright yellow color shines strongly in the deepest part.

And each time, your mom starts bouncing a lot.

(Definitely. A thoroughly attentive poke can strike the target, even if it hasn't arrived physically)

The fist of a monk (monk) says he can defeat an enemy at medium range, even if he hasn't touched it.

How do you defeat an enemy at a distance when you haven't dealt a physical blow?

Is it tapping enemies at a distance, mindful of their fists and as an extension of their pseudo-fists?

Having thought about it, I carefully worked it out and kept trying every time I poked.

This started when I was working out with my wife with big tits, and I noticed a change in light.

It was a change that was found because he did not waste every penetration, he punched it in carefully, and he observed it with remorse.

(I, like a monk (monk), need to let him reach his opponent a few meters away Yes)

Poke carefully.

Bouncing big.

(I just need to distance it and get dozens of cm)

With remorse, observe. Don't be alarmed at any time.

(I don't even need the strength to beat it down)

Adjust position based on observations, carefully, poke.

It bounces bigger than earlier.

(If only with strength, to the extent that your own weapon is given)

Once again, remorse.

And switch.

The thrust so far is like an extension of grooming.

From here on out, you start a real blow, crushing the opponent's position by fire.

I'll back off once and for all because of preliminary motion.

And my mom matches that vertex back with the usual recoil and gets out as far as she wants.

(Sora!

Gatsun!

Intense feel.

I'm surprised.

Apparently, a well-crafted mind is going to be an extension of my own, and I've been giving you complete feedback on my senses.

But I noticed my own failure there.

(Shit!

I stopped moving.

Mommy knocked it down with the blow.

It's no good to go on any further and make the same noise as your wife boobs just now.

I admitted my failure and decided to stop here.

(I guess your mom wasn't used to getting hit in the deepest part of herself because of that brilliant ass)

If you saw the reaction around the beginning of the straightening of your mind, you should have noticed it sooner.

(If you were used to it, you could have withstood the blow now. But in an almost inexperienced state, was the stimulus just too strong)

Even though it was a serious blow, I was going to let it go in anticipation of my opponent being able to stand it.

This was a complete miscalculation of my own.

(But now the elf strategy stands out)

I thought so, and I took a shower alone.