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

Walk to the pleasure district.

Many people are eating in stalls by the way, even though it is still early in the day.

The landscape is unique to the pleasure district.

There are many whorehouse people who are eating, and they are eating first for the opening of the day shop.

(That guy looks pale)

I was concerned about one woman in it.

Her complexion is blue and white, and she has a neighborhood under her eyes. It feels similar to Twinthe when he was ill.

It's possible.

I think.

One is that there are still crude ecstasy out there and the damage continues to occur.

The other was planted with ecstasy before and that hasn't healed yet.

(In any case, if you are a woman working in a whorehouse, I want to cure you)

Thanks to the whorehouse, my life has been colorful since I came to the other world.

I want to give you one of my favors because I'm taking such good care of you.

I asked for a drink at the same stall and waited for her to finish her meal and take a seat.

I'll leave my seat, too, and I'll follow you loose.

(Now, what store do you work for?)

The recently polished inquiry by the whorehouse street tells us that she is a member of the chick stand. Ten, eighty-nine, for sure.

Soon she headed to the back door of a nearby whorehouse.

The store is still open.

(Again)

I wandered around the area trying to finish my lunch before the store opened, feeling a little satisfied that I had met my expectations.

I killed time till after lunch, and I came to the whorehouse.

Looks like the store opened earlier.

(As far as the store is concerned, it's downstairs.)

From the standing and location of the building, that's what I judge.

I started this class of shops because I went to more than one whorehouse.

Open the old, cheap door and enter the store.

"Welcome"

Concierge, Grandpa.

What if the chick is buried with her grandmother, for a moment, such fear runs through, but she regains her mind.

At least, that woman earlier, she shouldn't have been that older.

View the chicks.

It's a little chick. There are only five women, too. Some women earlier.

Exactly, Grandma wasn't there. Relieved.

(The three of you don't seem well)

More than half of the chicks don't look well to see.

Look around. There are no customers except me. In the atmosphere of this chick, the guests may not come.

"That child, that child, this child"

Call a concierge and nominate three pale people.

The concierge is surprised that I nominated three people who look ill to see. But he immediately gave me a convincing look.

I understand, and then I whispered to him.

"As you can see, they're not feeling well. So the amount is about this..."

Play cheaper than usual by nominating more than one person who is not feeling well. You misunderstood my intentions.

Nothing, I don't mind if you give me a discount, but I look convinced because I need to spin it.

(Besides, you can put the discount on the chip if you want)

Chips are personal. They'll be happier with that.

I accept the amount offered by the concierge and issue a guild card for payment.

If you're a concierge, hey, I feel like wandering.

You didn't expect me to drink the offer in one shot. Looks like he was offering a slightly higher amount in preparation for another discount negotiation.

After finishing the payment, view the concierge.

Even if it stays a little tight, it seems happy.

Recently, sales may have fallen. If the women are ill, they will be.

I walked up the stairs as the three of us surrounded me.

After entering the room, I decided to treat myself one by one.

Let the other two have a drink on the couch.

I didn't tell them anything about me trying to treat them. I bet you only think a favorite guest nominated three people together.

First of all, the woman who came to this store became indispensable.

Instruct him to sleep on his back in bed.

(... it's OL.)

If you look at it from nearby, it's the kind of OL you see in the mobile store. Appearance, style, etc., it would all be about inside. I feel strangely familiar.

Start grooming as you stroke the foot of the two hills.

I told Ol to accept it because this one is a one-sided hoax. It would be easier not to move because you are ill.

When the top of the hill hardens and the body begins to twist, activate Conditional Anomaly Recovery (F).

(Again, same)

The feeling was the same as that of Twinthe. At the same time, I get a healed feeling.

(Just in case, do you want to treat the illness (F)?)

When activated, although there was a faint hook, there was a sense of pushing through and it was found to have been completely healed.

(Slightly, but it looks like she was suffering from a disease)

You must have been ill and lost your resistance, you have a cold or something, but it's not strange.

(Well, the treatment is over, and from here on out, it's time for some fun)

I watched Mr. OL's light circulation and color temperature, and I started persistent grooming.

Around dark yellow overall, change.

Ol seems perfectly capable and pleasant.

(Next, you're the wife with the crumpled hair)

Appoint a slightly longer wife and line up next to Mr. OL, who is coming or going. Large beds are unique to whorehouses.

(Alas)

Is it ready to watch, already bright orange?

I started grooming and treating my wife while keeping her from overflowing.

(Ma'am, you're just like Ol'. Did they still serve ecstasy?)

Looks like someone at this store was using that crude ecstasy.

From his wife, who quickly came near the upper limit, he leaves while pulling the thread.

My wife seems to regret it, she's on my arm, but the third person's treatment comes first.

He's sitting on the couch. Invite a third person and put him to bed next to his wife.

Now, on a king-size bed, three women are in the form of river letters.

(Finally, three redheads knit)

Age, you look youngest. The atmosphere of a country daughter with lots of sobacus and no fouling makes it stronger.

I started grooming and treating my long three-part lowered hair the same way when I flushed it aside to keep it out of the way.

(This kid is just like Twinthe)

Three redheads were also victims of ecstasy.

I wish the killer had been caught so that no more victims could come out, but I can't say anything.

It is also possible that the medicine alone will be used for what was left.

I'll just give you some advice later on to the concierge.

(But this is)

I was enjoying my post-treatment grooming to the three redheads.

The three redhead braids were stunned, with their mouths truly rounded, if they had not experienced being touched with high skill.

Due to its intolerability, the reaction was significant afterwards.

The three redhead braids sleeping on my back under me bounce forcefully every time I stroke them and lift my body.

I wonder if he even helped with farming in the country, not half as strong as his ankle.

(Sounds like a rodeo)

It's like crossing an untouched bareback horse.

Looks like you're on a rodeo machine, something fun.

(No matter how young you are and how strong your ankles are, you are sick. It's time to stab the stop and make it easier)

That's what I thought, pushing my bouncing body from the top.

I thought about the rest of the time and planned to finish it quickly and move on, but I didn't.

(This feels good)

The taste of the three redheads was fresh.

Undecorated rusticity, powerful. Despite his raucous youth, he eats up his teeth and roars.

If you want to describe it, it's "country daughter-in-law".

I wasn't there for me, but assuming I was married to a familiar childhood in the countryside, would this be what life would have been like at night?

Second, look next door.

(Oh, ma'am. I started it myself)

Ol', who sees this one with a reddish face, is just taking a rough breath, but his wife was starting off on her own.

Look at that, delusional.

Old houses in the countryside are full of voices and sounds.

And the parents who hear it secretly come and peek at the son and his wife.

Imagining such a scenario, I tasted three redhead braids plenty and let them taste plenty.

And I caught the three bouncing redhead braids firmly with both hands, instilling my love for my country daughter-in-law until the last drop, which unfortunately turned out to be a time-up.

Your wife has asked for an extension, but I politely refused.

This kind of thing is one-off.

I have a grudge against your wife. I leave the room while I get my gaze.

And I whisper to the concierge to go out.

"I think the three people you dealt with are feeling better"

Oh, and the concierge makes a face I'm not sure about.

Naturally, this alone would be incomprehensible as to what I'm talking about.

"I know about Jaanne's concierge."

Give out the names of the top stores.

Grandpa Concierge got a little serious when he heard the name.

Within the industry, I'm guessing he's in quite a position.

"The symptoms of the three of them were very similar to those of the poor quality ecstasy."

Grandpa, haha.

Circulars or rumors, I guess the information is out there.

"I don't know if there was anything left that was served before, or if it is now."

Pay attention, I'll tell him.

From here on out, it's the store's property.

Like Jaanne, it would depend on how the store thinks about matching books with customers or taking other ways.

By now I realize the possibility of ecstasy, Grandpa with a blue face. With that on my back, I left the store.

Think while walking the pleasure streets.

(Maybe the lower stores are more damaging)

At the store earlier, more than half of the chick beds were damaged.

There are a number of possible reasons for the management system and management of customers and stores.

And for sure, women who work in junior stores earn less than women in luxury stores.

Even if it is known that Ecstasy is the cause, it may be difficult to face the cost of treatment.

(Ok, go around the junior stores for a while, and when you find someone who looks sick, let's nominate them and treat them)

I decided on my future policy.

At this point, go-go bar dancers and women entering and leaving aid coffee shops could also be harmed.

But I don't know what to do with it.

The only thing I can get my hands on is if I can get my hands on it, within my reach.

I wandered off looking for my next junior store.

Afterwards, I went around one house by dinner and two after dinner, and it wasn't until late at night that I came home.

The garden forest is dark, so I don't go out to the garden and change into a sleeping roll.

As I dive into bed, I think back to what happened earlier.

(Again, lower stores had more people sacrificed)

Nearly half of the shops I went to were ill.

I nominated everyone who seemed a little out of order and frightened the surrounding guests, but I ignored that.

Ever since I went to the room, that was already a great throw for chips and throws.

Some women had other condition abnormalities and illnesses as well as ecstasy, but they all healed regardless of that.

If the magic usage of the F rank became scarce, I would not hesitate to use the E rank or the D rank. There's no reason to spare it.

(Well now I would have been able to illuminate a corner of the world, albeit small)

I fell asleep rapidly because of my fatigue.