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

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The game ended early, so it's only past noon.

And the closing ceremony is tomorrow.

We're free to spend the rest of our time on our own.

(The temple itself said it was a giant whorehouse)

In the meantime, all I've visited are the doors of sin and the live venue.

(We still have to explore here)

I snort alone and walk out of the temple.

Let's go outside first, to an area where F-rank merchants can get in.

From the center where the match venue is located, go outside. That's the peripheral area.

There are a lot fewer people than there were yesterday. With divine matches being held, daytime admission appears to be rather restricted.

(Comfortable, comfortable)

I'm sorry about the people who run the store, but that's how I feel honest.

With so much congestion that you can't walk straight, you'll want to go right back to an exclusive area above the E-rank.

I'm on the side of the aisle, looking around. People don't even hit me.

The situation in the outer periphery reminded me of the territory where the stalls were built at the shrine festival.

(Stores that are out, they look like stalls)

A makeshift atmosphere creates a flair.

I just laid the tablecloth on the long desk, such as the store in front of me. Three women are sitting on the other side of the desk.

The "All You Can Rub For Three Minutes" sign tickles my mind. The price is also low. Just a few stone coins.

Quickly, head to the store.

"Please."

While I'm at it, I give you my guild card for payment.

"Aye! I like it. Rub it!

Watch the women as they hear Grandma's prestigious voice.

Everybody, look at the Nobra T-shirt. The only thing you can use is your hands, and you can't rub them raw.

All three, about the age of a college girl, have no extreme differences in appearance or size. I see them in the city, kinda cute, those kids in that class.

I reach out to Wave's kid in the middle, with a cute octagonal tooth.

"Nice to meet you"

Rubbing slightly, he speaks to two protrusions.

The protrusion reacted with a pimple, as if to say, this way. The stiffness transmitted to the palm of the hand is pleasant.

As I pinched it between my fingers and rubbed it in, my neighbor Straight Long's kid also got a customer.

Soon, uhh, I hear voices.

Looking at you, a nervous young man was picking only protrusions.

Is there something particular about it, I only use my middle finger and thumb in both hands? And he's turning the dial as if he's even breaking the vault, asking how the vault reacts.

(Ho)

I admired the young man's delicate, nettie fingers.

(This is going to open the safe soon)

Straight long child's face, already bright red. As soon as he leaked his voice, he could see his mouth shut tight.

The young man suddenly releases his hand and plays pin with both index fingers. Straight long glanced loudly as he bit his voice to death. They unlocked it.

The young man with the smile of Kaishin turns to the old man in the shop.

"Do it, brother. This is business."

When Grandma gave a tear-eyed troubled look, she forced the young man and straight long into the back, divided by curtains.

When I asked him while rubbing, he said that if I unlocked him in time, he would have lip service.

Indeed, from the back, there is a leak in the happy voice of the youth.

(I see.)

I didn't ask for it so much, I reserved myself to indulge in the feeling of time.

(Quite, isn't it?)

Look around.

Picturesque signs appear on each stall.

The pattern varies from what you are grasping with your hands, to what you are pinching with your breasts, to what only a picture of your lips and bananas has been painted.

There are also several lip and banana paintings, and one sign says, "No hands!" and it says big fat.

(Let's go and see)

I'm headed to a stall.

The sign depicted a bellon and a popped tongue from the thick lips of the coveted flesh.

"There you are! Honey or Maple, which one is it?

"In Honey"

I didn't know what that meant, but I'm not moving. Respond flatly and appropriately.

"Honey, a pinch!

My father shoves my back behind the curtain as he speaks.

Going around the curtains, there was a woman in a tall chair. The shape resembles a tennis referee chair, slightly lower in height.

"Yes, please."

When the woman opened her legs, she draped a syrup in her groin with a small pattern, wondering if it was a ladle.

And he's staring at me, smiling.

(Lick it, you mean)

I would anticipate that, and try to keep my face close. It smelled like honey. Apparently for sure.

It's not my hobby right now, but because of it, I licked it so hard.

"Yes and then - Tomorrow!

My father's voice hits my back.

I was a claw twig and left the store behind while removing the hair caught in my teeth.

(The lips and tongue on the sign belonged to the guest side, not the woman's)

In retrospect, bananas were not drawn unlike other signs. Wasn't it a lick shop, not a lick shop?

I see, I look around again, convinced. Then something familiar caught my eye.

It's a chick.

Quick, stop by.

In the small chick altar, a total of nine women sat in three rows and three steps.

On the desk in front of the chick, there are nine strings with push buttons on the tip.

And the sign said, 'Let's guess who it is! One Copper Coin', letter of.

(I wonder what this is like)

I ask for an explanation with you behind a guest who comes one step ahead.

They say each of the nine strings leads to oscillators inside the woman.

And when I get it right brilliantly, they can do it in the back room.

(It's like gambling because you can do it with a single piece of copper coin)

Hmm, impressed, there was movement on the chick stage. The women started gasping and shivering out loud. Apparently the game has begun.

(It's going to be hard to see through and hit this act)

The ladies act funny and can be done by accident.

When I looked into the guest seat, there was a boy sitting in elementary middle school or so.

I thought he was a small guest, but no way is he a young boy.

The boy is pressing and releasing buttons as he takes a serious look at the woman on the chick stand.

(What? If I hit this, I'm gonna do this boy?

I'm surprised.

I thought the age limit was loose in this world, but the same seems to be true on the customer side.

"Too bad! It was number three!

To my father's proclamation, the boy looks up to heaven, uh...

In the pennies, I guess it's a big amount.

While I'm a little upset, I'm going to try myself.

Take one of the strings and press the button with the signal. And ask for the woman's reaction.

The result is a hassle. I'm with the boy from earlier.

The women are working together and trying to deceive their customers. It's supposed to be a ninth, but I found it harder than probability.

(Even the person with the distance, if you can't, you can use the demon eye)

That's what I thought, but I don't use it.

Exactly, it seems too bland.

And there's no joy in being able to do it with a single piece of copper coin.

I still delivered the potion on Monday, as promised.

Since becoming a knight pilot, he has been paid by the Merchant Guild.

Besides, during this time, the bonus came out because the drops were high.

It's a pretty good amount of money each, and so far we're saving it.

(All right, let's go next, next)

Now we go to a store that is remarkably expensive in the stall: a single piece of silver coin.

This is a chick stand, three rows and nine as well. Width of the stall, I guess this area is the limit.

Old and young, beautiful and ugly. In the presence of various women, the woman in the center shined prominently.

(Slightly inferior to Jaanne's sideline, maybe)

Still, it's a level not seen in the area around the temple.

I don't know the rules, but I'll make the payment.

The old man, who finished the payment process with his guild card, poked a bunch of red strings at me.

When I look at the lady at the chick, she has a red string tied to her pinky finger. It seems this bunch put that together.

(I've done something similar before)

I feel my memories come back.

Of course, it was the candy, not the woman, that was tied at the end of the string at that time.

I pull the thread that seems to be stretching from the child in the middle.

(off)

It's very rude to put it in my mouth, so I just think in my heart.

Drawn on a slightly lower woman with a lower outer corner of the defensive range.

"Yes, enjoy time, start!

He pushes his back with his old man's voice and enters the back of the stall.

That's where it all comes down to, but I still want to play, so the procedure's on.

(I didn't know what I cultivated at the door of sin would be useful in a place like this)

Thanks to that intense experience, I can handle it with my normal mind.

"Every time, brother, you're early."

Grandma said rude things to me back in the back.

But I called you brother, so I'll forgive you.

I don't care about the eyes around you, he's early.

(Around the outside, like this place)

Think so.

There seem to be a lot of other shops, but overall it seems a lot easier.

I'm not going down to the basement, I'm going back.

Under the gate that says "F-rank, you are not allowed to enter", go through it again. I have a comfortable gaze of envy and ambition from people in the F-ranks.

Seems like the F-rank merchant has restricted admission. This buzz hasn't changed much.

Still less crowded than around the outside, and you can walk swissly.

I decided to hang out as I wanted.

(Free market?

Look at the sign and stop by.

At that corner, women who had fulfilled quite a few standards were selling themselves thoughtfully.

They range from young to housewife-like when they do it.

Prices are also indicated, but amounts are negotiated at various locations. That sounds like something to look forward to too.

(What to do)

Distressed.

(Not bad, but not enough to jump)

With that in mind, there was cheer nearby. When I turn my eyes to you, some people are gathering.

I got interested, so I went for a peek.

This is an audition.

On stage, a girl is making an appeal.

The methods of appeal range from pole dancing to simulations by bananas.

In the front row of the passenger seat, people dressed like concierges sit.

To the MC's words, several of them raised a sign.

The sign says the name of the store and what you think.

Surrounding.

According to the old man's soliloquy next door, it looks like a well-known whorehouse.

A girl on stage is crying and saying "unbelievable" or something.

In the interview, a friend applied on his own, making the same comment.

(In all worlds, you're the same)

I kept walking, smiling.

It's dinner time, and I'm going back to the hotel.

Even though we're all free to eat, we're all together.

It's just there, there's just no sign of your exploding bottom sister.

"She's resting in her room because she can't finish the game."

An old man on the strong side told me.

From around the collar, multiple kiss marks peek. I guess he keeps going live without a rash because he was breathing for the domination of all members.

"If you're lightning, it seems serious."

An old man on the strong side keeps giving me information.

"Serious, is it?

Ask him, he says it's not just spiritual, it's also quite physically damaging.

He couldn't do anything about the treatment at the temple, and was transported straight to the inn.

(The last five pokes I showed. Again, that was a lot of imposition)

I recall the last resistance of Lightning, and the move that drove my blast bottom sister to the blast bottom.

It must have been a hand like Reaper's Earthquake, or a sealing move.

(in lightning swords, pure scattering. I wanted to see it)

I was very interested in how to cook with such a powerful weapon.

(Do you want to go visit?)

For lightning, I like it for some reason.

Where the lightweight body is covered by technology. Or maybe it's because of the hard-working atmosphere that drifts there.

If the situation permits, I would also like to treat him.

Ask which inn you're staying at, but the strong old man, he doesn't know that far.

Then the guild leader raises one name.

That's the guild leader of the Merchant Alliance, a terrible information-gathering power.

"... it's a cheap place to stay"

An old man on the strong side, hearing the name of the inn, looks up.

Sounds like a rental accommodation, like avoiding even F-rank merchants. It doesn't look like a very tournament contestant's place to stay.

"Because it's personal participation,... there's a lot going on."

Guild leaders don't talk any more.

Neither am I. I'm not going into people's situations. That's it for this topic.

After we eat, we move freely again.

I'm sorry to say no to the Guild Leader's invitation, but I'm going outside.

The goal is the inn where Lightning stays.

(Wow, this is awesome)

A narrow wooden inn, sandwiched between stone buildings. If I had seen it without knowing, I wouldn't have thought it was open.

When I go into fear, an ill-eyed grandmother comes out.

"Welcome home now."

Whether you're here to pay a visit or show your guild card, shake your neck to the side. I don't even check the guild cards.

At first I thought you were more security conscious, but I don't even appreciate that atmosphere. I had an idea and decided to give it a try.

"Yes, this, feelings"

Make him grip the coins left in his pocket.

Sounds like the right answer, looks different. But I'm not saying you can come in yet.

(Not enough)

Add a few more pieces. She gave me a little smile and told me about the lightning room.

"Don't steal, I'll call the guards right away."

Leaving rude words behind, Grandma pulls into the back.

I'll go down the hallway and get to the room where I was taught.

I knock, but I don't hear back.

When I gently pull the door, it opens. It wasn't locked.

You're careless.

If I were you, I wouldn't think about it.

Peek inside through the gap as you question it.

There is no such thing as a person besides a person lying in bed.

I'll try knocking again, but there was no response.

(I jokingly brought it and saw it, but I didn't know I was going to use it)

Remove the golden mask from the bag and put it on. It has a flavorful look and is one of my favorites.

He came in a no-plan bag, attracted only by the sounds of the words, who concealed and treated him.

I gently pull the door and enter the room.

The man in the bed, it was still lightning.

Are you asleep or are you closing your eyes? But the expression was bitter, and the sweat was floating.

(Now I can't do tomorrow's ritual)

Lightning distorted his face in agony whenever he tried to move his body. Perhaps there's a severe pain running.

And I remember these symptoms.

(Giggling waist. And severe)

I remember when I couldn't move at the construction site and was transported into the apartment.

(That was hard)

First of all, I can't get out of bed.

I finally got up and went to wash my hands, but along the way I was struck by lightning strikes and crawled on all fours.

And even if you crawl on all fours, the pain doesn't ease at all. I had to live with it on the spot.

My heart is growing more and more sympathetic to Lightning.

And at the same time, there was an agreement on why it wasn't locked.

(Carried in, intact)

Currently in the middle of an acute. If we don't get into the stabilisation phase, it will be difficult to even get close to the door.

I decided to treat him immediately.

(Injury treatment, D)

Touch the shoulder of the lightning and activate the magic.

(... will it not heal?)

Imagine the pain of lightning and be wary.

Experience shows that the magical effects of the D-rank are considerable. The only thing I've ever needed a C-rank for is a Teaching Light Patrol teacher's illness.

So much back pain, now the man in front of me is exposed.

I looked around and made sure there were no people.

(More than C-rank, because it emits light)

And activate C-rank injury healing magic. Lightning's body glowed pale and red for a moment.

(All right, now it's healed)

I leak a sigh of relief.

There was a sense of pushing through that was unique when it was completely healed.

I leave the room, and when I do the mask, I go back the way I came.

When I went to the front door, Grandma popped a frigid gaze. Even if it's a visit, I guess it's too soon to go home.

I greet him with a stranger's face and go outside.

(Looking forward to tomorrow's ritual)

I look back at the rent house, which is about to collapse, and I speak in my heart.