Manager of the Other World Brothel

Miss Coco.

The "With Petals" lady belonging to the whorehouse "The Dream of a Walnut (Papilio Somnium)".

He was promoted to "Tres Follum Floris," a three-petal petal last year, and has continued to maintain it without losing rank since then.

If we keep this up, next year we will be one of the top whorehouses, "The Dream of the Walnut (Papilio Somnium)," which is confirmed to include "Fine Whore (Kurtizanne)", and one of the top sellers.

She has long, beautiful but highly habitual peach hair and big deep pale eyes.

A neat face is a better direction to stick to than a pretty one, but one of the reasons why it's popular is that it has long legs and an imbalance with a well-fleshed, neat body.

The destructive power of a combination of a look that is rocking between a girl and a woman and a finished man-loving body is not insulting.

Many customers (both Skeveyallow and Skeveyallow) are captivated by the unyielding energetic character of the store and its privileged appearance.

Nevertheless, the character is not made, but is basically the same in personal life (private).

I'm turning down all the background stories I've been signed up to keep standing here lately because I can retire whenever Miss Coco already cares about it.

Well, for other reasons, it's bigger.

"Just now!

Miss Coco lives in a rather luxurious rental house in the nearest neighbourhood to The Dream of the Walnut (Papilio Somnium).

Only luxury homes open certain heavy doors, while uttering words announcing their return home.

Miss Coco has no habit of talking to herself, so I mean not living alone.

In the first place he has the right to a room in the building of "The Dream of the Walnut (Papilio Somnium)" from the "Two Petals" Duo Follum Floris ".

Having a room in The Dream of a Walnut (Papilio Somnium), where the owner (owner) only seems to have completely ignored the concept of initial cost in commerce, is one of the admirations of the prostitutes.

There is naturally a reason why Miss Coco, who has the right to do so as "Three Petals" Tres Follum Floris, lives deliberately in a rental house, albeit luxurious.

Men are prohibited from entering the floor with a room given to the ladies of "The Dream of the Walnut (Papilio Somnium)" except the manager.

If so, the reasons for the ladies living outside, even if they have rights, are almost limited.

Cohabitants - in many cases, men exist.

Although there are some exceptions where cohabitants have the same surname.

"Welcome back, Koko"

It is the young lady Raqueus Vestoagail who lives with Miss Coco in this house who speaks the greeting with a calm voice.

I mean, Miss Coco's reasons don't leak into many examples either.

While I can retire at any time, it is also why Miss Coco continues to be a whore.

The line is thin, but its face, with its colored hair and eyes, would be fully versatile by saying beautiful young man.

It appears to be in the middle of expanding painting tools and painting in a large living room.

"Were you drawing it?

Laqueus is a painter.

However, so far, I have not been able to escape my self-proclaimed excerpt.

I mean, you can't just eat pictures.

Though there are a few fanatical fans, sales to those people are not enough money to eat.

To be clear, it's the current situation where you live like Miss Coco's hippo.

I didn't paint much here, I was dedicated to my husband's business.

That's why Miss Coco's words take on questionable forms.

"Yeah. - You really want it done by the end of the day."

Though he will give the answer, Lacqueus' gaze is fixed on the canvas and he will not look back on Miss Coco.

The painting depicted is hidden by Lacqueus' body, invisible from Miss Coco.

"Can I see it?

I want to see what the longtime painting of a cohabitant looks like and ask.

"When it's done."

But he refused with ease.

This is just the usual.

Laqueus hates being seen a pre-finished painting.

"Boo, you perfectionist"

With that said in her mouth, Miss Coco gently aligns her back to Lacqueus' back, who sits in a chair and paints, so that she does not see the drawing of the callouses according to Lacqueus' words.

Nor does Lacqueus doubt that Miss Coco will follow what she says.

I'll finish it by the end of the day.

Tell Miss Coco to touch her back so she can follow in with a dull laugh.

"Can I ask what painting it is?

I'm interested to see what the painting Laqueus has been painting for a long time, basically with the axial foot of painting "a landscape painting that doesn't exist anywhere".

You don't have to forgive me for seeing it, but it'll tell you about what painting it is.

"It's a painting."

"Er. Another jerk?

Laqueus has a priori.

Lacqueus, who was painted only once, said, "I think I'm the prettiest" was his own naked woman painting with a very sensual look on her face.

When I decided to show that painting to my manager (manager) to embarrass myself, I was so embarrassed that I thought it would fire out of my face even though it was the whore's self.

Since then, the manager has become a fan of "painter Lacqueus".

"Well, what do you think?

Lacqueus laughs and teases Lady Coco, who knows she is painted and speaks of her previous paintings like a blindfold.

"So today's the day to focus."

"Yeah, sorry"

Miss Coco slipped into Lacqueus' painting and lived with her.

I'm not willing to stand in the way of that painting.

"Never mind. Then I'm going to bed, so wake me up when it's done."

Why did you suddenly feel like drawing?

Why is that your painting, not your landscape painting?

I have as much to ask, but I only put up with it.

When it's done, they'll tell us why too.

"Copy that. I have breakfast on the table, so if you're hungry, eat it."

"Thanks."

When the conversation runs out, I gently move away from my back and quietly into the dining room that you are preparing a meal so as not to disturb Lacqueus, who is going to concentrate and head to the canvas.

- Ah.

I wonder if it's over, and Miss Coco takes a tearful sigh inside.

Although it was Lacqueus' attitude, which always seemed the way it was, Miss Coco quickly understood the pattern of her profession, "the look of the man who decided something".

I get it.

It's not like Dada maintains a top selling lady in a top whorehouse.

- It's just a year tomorrow. 'Cause you remembered Lacqueus, too.

Is that why you look at me like I'm going to put a bully on you?

Although it was the life of the two of us that started with Miss Koko making sure she was comfortable, I wondered if that was going to end, and Miss Koko wanted to cry a little.

It is the shape that makes Lacqueus look like Miss Coco's hippo, but that is not what Lacqueus wants and does.

You're more right that Miss Coco, who fell in love with Lacqueus' painting, half-compulsively dragged her into this cohabitation.

Until he lived with Miss Coco, Laqueus lived a poor but independent life, selling his paintings in the city's squares at night and on holidays, while also working properly on his own.

That's why in living with Miss Coco, when it comes to so-called master husbands' businesses such as preparing meals, laundry and cleaning, she did it right, taking precedence over painting herself.

I guess it was a joke to be Lacqueus, who invited Miss Coco to paint as much as she liked without having to work.

- You were drunk that day, weren't you, me?

The day we met.

Lady Coco remembers herself drunk and tangled up where Lacqueus sells her paintings in the holiday city.

The day I lost even my reason to work as a whore in The Dream of a Walnut (Papilio Somnium), I was certainly on my way.

The agreement made by Miss Coco with the owner (owner) of The Dream of the Walnut (Papilio Somnium).

Now that it's gone, I need you to make sure that you can live properly the survival of your village.

That you identify the killer who attacked the village.

In exchange, I accepted to sell my body as a "Dream of the Walnut (Papilio Somnium)" lady.

Something I can't give way to.

If it was to make it happen, if it would make it happen, I thought it would make me endure as much as selling my body.

Selling your body isn't easy.

That's natural.

I cried at first, and my heart almost broke many times.

I feel like I can't help but get dirty and I can't even count the nights I can't stop nauseating.

Still, I've got a muscle that I can always get better at, and I can think of it as a "fellow eater of the same kettle" with the ladies who work in the same "Dream of the Walnut (Papilio Somnium)" and the manager (manager) who uses magic like lies for us.

In the meantime, when I thought I would never laugh sincerely again, sometimes I laughed sincerely, whether it was hard or hard, I also began to come to my feet during countless hard nights.

Thanks to his racially privileged appearance, the number of customers increased if he couldn't but became laughable.

So there was more spiciness, but my colleagues supported it.

When I realized that I had become one of the selling ladies called "Three Petals" Tres Forumfloris, "and I quickly ended up paying the" price "that I thought I couldn't liquidate after using all the time that worked as my own woman.

What are you going to do about being free this semester to a manager who now thinks he's open minded as a person? When they asked me, my head turned white.

I naturally understand what freedom means because I'm not stupid.

But now that I'm free, I don't know what to do.

Whether it was hard or hard, I ate my teeth and couldn't, and I managed to work hard.

In those days, I couldn't help but have it when it was heartily funny.

Even if it was bought with money, customers who had something like emotion could certainly do it.

But that's the story of the night city, a world isolated from the normal world, the world of the day.

Now I don't know what to do with being thrown out into the normal world.

She is only a dirty interracial daughter of her body, such as herself, who is no longer Miss Coco in "The Dream of the Walnut (Papilio Somnium)".

I don't even want to disturb the serene lives of my fellow citizens until I've sold my body.

I was on my way.

Lady Coco, whose life was commonplace selling her body to various customers every night and getting her manager (manager) to do the magic, even had the rest she could get until she decided what to do.

Even if I'm starting to feel proud of what a whore does, I don't like it.

But now as a "former whore," I don't even think I'd like to live in Shirai.

A normal girl would dream, I felt like being someone's daughter-in-law and even having a family with that person was impossible enough to laugh at myself.

The unfamiliar liquor that I tried to swallow without knowing what to do passed, and I went out drunk to the holiday market to see what I thought was what happened with Lacqueus.

- I was wondering if you thought I could be with you if you went under the sun on a holiday that everyone seemed to enjoy.

In the corner of the city, there were no guests around painters who were good but lined up with "normal landscape paintings".

But Miss Coco found in the painting something very similar to the landscape of her village, which is now gone, and left it to the momentum of drunkenness to flutter and talk.

"You're good."

"But I can't sell it."

No matter how confident you are that you are a pretty good woman yourself, anyone will look disgusted if a drunken whore comes tangled up from daytime.

If it's in the middle of business, it's still a matter of time.

That's what I thought, but Miss Coco was surprised for a moment that an unexpected reply came back, which made it kind of fun.

"It's a normal view."

- For a lot of people.

Even though it doesn't seem annoying, it doesn't point its (...) hand (...) gaze at the intoxicated girl.

It doesn't even sell me in to buy my own paintings.

Irrationally enough, the painter who doesn't turn his eyes (...) to himself, a popular lady in a luxury whorehouse, became a little hateful, and he was starting to think about whether he could help the booze momentum and even tempt her, etc.

But with the painter's reply, I didn't feel like it.

My paced painter seemed to be getting ready to take out the picture material tools and draw something.

Miss Coco threw the painter a question that took precedence over her selfish self-esteem as a woman.

"Some people don't look like normal scenery?

"The view is from home."

That being said, Miss Coco was very convinced.

If you ask me, I was drawn to this occasion also because I was drawn to a painting somewhere similar to my hometown.

I still think Miss Coco liked the painter having a strange conversation at this point.

"I see. But can't you just try to sell it to normal people?

"... must be. That was a blind spot. - That's not gonna sell."

Well, that's right, there was something wrong with the painter who was bumping into me, and Miss Coco felt like she'd been stuck here for a while.

From there, anesthesia became a pleasant intoxication, and we talked a lot about it, though it would have been annoying.

Miss Koko began to show her natural charm, gathering the gaze of visitors to the city, but no one came into conversation with the painter.

Now I think it is an approximate business obstruction.

Though Lacqueus would laugh if he asked me if I would have sold it if I hadn't.

As we talked, the painter - I found out about Lacqueus.

I've heard a lot about my hometown, and I like to paint a picture of the landscape in my head.

It's a fantastic view from the story, so naturally it's different even if it's similar to the landscape of the person's true hometown.

That those who still let me talk will look at that "hometown painting" with joy and nostalgia.

That the first one is presented free of charge to the person who let me talk to him and that he has permission from the stories he hears to paint an imaginary "hometown".

In fact, I've never seen it before, and it's fun for many people to have their homeland mapped out in them and the world expanding.

I guess that's how I'm trying to get my hometown without a memory of my hometown, Raqueus said with a laugh.

In the course of the conversation, Miss Coco also told a lot about herself.

Until something that you wouldn't normally be able to tell the first person you meet.

Being a whore.

Hometown has been destroyed and there is no more.

Things I don't know how to live, even if I quit being a hooker now and get better.

Yeah, and I wanted to attract the interest of Lacqueus, who doesn't seem interested, and I also talked about my home town, which I don't have anymore.

The fact that it was a village with potpounds in the mountains that was far from home and called the countryside.

But the nearby river was beautiful, and that I liked to play with the river in the summer.

That the sunset from the cliffs off the village was bright red as a lie and I loved it but somehow I missed it when I saw it.

That they were all beautiful during the wandering season, and that the poor village life was tough but I also grew up there and wondered if I would build a family with someone to raise the next generation.

I thought so.

I wonder why this is happening to me now.

I think he was crying.

It must have been a serious ugliness for a first-rate whore, who dreams of his customers.

Still, Lacqueus didn't make one disgusting face, and he was interested to hear about his hometown.

Although it was while painting.

I finished talking to her the whole time, and to Miss Annoying Extremely Coco, who was just supposed to sneak up on her,

"Is this what it looks like?

So he showed me the picture he was drawing as he listened.

It was a sunken bright red sunset landscape painting seen from a chopped cliff.

It's not even similar to the cliffs in my hometown in Miss Coco's memory.

The real thing is not as much a cut cliff as the painting, nor is the view as if it were illuminated by a setting sunset.

That's natural, because this painting is the "home of Miss Coco" imagined in Lacqueus, listening to Miss Coco.

But the moment I saw it, when it was Miss Coco's "home landscape," it really fell to my mind.

Even though they were similar and different, I could strongly understand why everyone who had Lacqueus paint "home" would look nostalgic.

It's not accurate.

As if there were more of a different part.

But I do.

It is because it depicts the landscape of a hometown named "Kaku Akashi", which is colored in the life you have been through, or filtered by the name of "Beautification," that makes it the only "landscape of the homeland" that is unique to anyone who has spoken of that homeland.

When I saw the painting, I cried badly again, and as it was because of the alcohol around me, Miss Coco fell asleep tired of crying.

I'm not defenseless or anything like that.

The manager (manager) found out about the fact at a later date scolded me with a serious look I saw for the first time.

Miss Coco is a tremendous reflection because she certainly doesn't know what would have happened if they hadn't been Lacqueus.

When I woke up, it was a room I didn't know about.

A small room, where Lacqueus lived at the time.

Lady Coco was laid to sleep in the bluffy bed in that corner.

Now in retrospect, I get a nasty sweat for my rude extreme behavior, but the first thing Miss Coco checked was whether she was doing anything or not.

Miss Coco, who also has a fairly long history of prostitutes, was relieved to make sure that she was not doing anything immediately.

"You don't have to worry. I didn't do anything. I hope you don't mind me touching your body when I transport you here."

I remember the blushest and most serious apology I've ever made in my life to the voice of Lacqueus, who laughs at me for saying so.

Lady Coco dictated on the spot, laughing and saying "Never mind" Lacqueus.

I like your paintings, so you should just live with me and paint as you please.

Dependent, I think.

It's not a lie that I was attracted to painting, and it's a fact that I was attracted as a person.

It was a "home landscape" that attracted me to cry even though I was drunk, and I'm pretty sure I was interested in a guy who reacted completely differently than the customers.

But I know perfectly well that I was confused about being no longer a whore and that I was trying to create a reason to force myself to continue being a whore.

I suppose Lacqueus admitted it with surprise because he knew that too.

That's why Miss Coco was unstable at the time.

That's how Miss Coco got rid of her room, which had been given to The Dream of the Walnut (Papilio Somnium), and started living with Lacqueus in her current rental house.

Though it was a life of two fucked up ways to get started, it was a fun life for Miss Coco.

Living in the same house as one man and woman, not as a customer and a whore.

That I can say "I'm coming" and "I'm home".

That someone will say "go" and "welcome back".

Miss Coco became obsessed with Lacqueus, even though everything was as fun, happy and as good as a lie.

Laqueus also did his chores in general and lived with me on a daily basis, painting at will.

Lakkeus, who likes to fantasize about someone's hometown and paint landscapes, also met a strange homelike manager (manager).

That's when they saw my "naked woman painting," but since then, the manager (manager) and Laqueus seem to fit in, and they seem to be friends.

Listening to the manager's (manager's) strange hometown, the landscape painting Lacqueus painted was a strange sight no one had ever seen, including Lacqueus.

A strange painting of a huge city lined with a number of buildings that are square and as tall as lies, wrapped in a night filled with more light than the King's capital, Glen Kaina, which is said to have the brightest night in the world.

Miss Koko remembers that the manager (manager) who saw the painting was terribly surprised to see that she wept after being silent for a while.

No, I was also surprised by the tears of the manager (manager) who thought he was someone who couldn't move anything, but I was more surprised that three of them, Lunamaria, Listia and Laura, luxury whores (Kurtizanne) who saw it and "Quinke Follum Floris", five petals, were seriously hesitating.

The expression "people on the clouds" did not exaggerate. They were upset like little girls there by the tears of the manager.

So much so that we tear eyes to ourselves.

I wish I could see that.

I wish I could be Lacqueus, as I thought I would be.

Since then, Raqueus has been dating his manager (manager) as his boyfriend, and somehow he has vaguely assumed that his current life will last forever.

Laqueus looked like he had decided something.

If I were to decide something in the present situation, Miss Coco would only come up with enough to stop this life.

- Something you hate, I wonder if you did...

With tears in her eyes, Miss Coco falls asleep to forget the unpleasant reality.

"Coco, Coco. Wake up. - I got it."

Lacqueus gently shakes up Lady Coco, who sleeps in a gutter.

The painting is complete.

Lady Coco wonders what Lacqueus has portrayed herself now, with a slightly sleepy head.

At the same time it shows me the painting, I guess it also tells me what Lacqueus decided to do.

I wonder if they'll tell me that I don't need myself anymore or something, having settled down a lot in the past year.

Because you're here, but I only overflow it in my heart.

It was like a joke. It was a start, but I like it right now.

I'm a whore and interracial, but it was a really fun day.

I wonder if it will end...

The unexpected words of Lacqueus can be uttered to Miss Coco, who thought I'd stop crying.

"It's a little illuminating, but can you look at me because I can do Kaishin?

That's how Lacqueus painted Lady Coco.

I was so smiling and laughing that I didn't think I'd even seen it myself.

I wish I could laugh like this, it was me.

"This..."

"Uh, I'm going to unilaterally say something unsolicited right now, will you listen to me?

Lacqueus, who is constantly smiling, has a tense look.

In a way, it's the first time I've seen Lacqueus's face like this, who thought he was as immobile to anything as the manager (manager), even if he lived with me for nearly a year.

It's no wonder they cut out a goodbye if it's just words, but it eloquently tells the story that the look is not such a story.

"Yes."

Momentum, Miss Coco is also nervous swallowed by the look on her face.

The two of them who started out funny have never even held hands, as opposed to a relationship between a man and a woman, while they were together in the same house for nearly a year.

As I was saying, I kept a sense of distance that someone wouldn't believe me if I spoke to them, at best enough to touch my back.

That's about the manager who believed me.

"- Will you quit your job as a whore?"

"Huh?"

"I won't stop painting, but I'll work. It could be a poor living where you won't be able to live in such a splendid house, but would you support such a living house?

Though confused, Miss Coco is not an idiot.

It is understandable that Lacqueus' words would be that (...) I (...) I (...) I (...) taste (...).

Laqueus has never scorned or pitied a whore.

That's why I've never told Miss Coco to quit being a whore, etc.

"I thought you were okay."

Someone who doesn't care about that even if Miss Coco is held by customers every night.

On the other hand, people who don't turn that desire at all on themselves.

Yet someone to stay with me.

So I mistakenly thought it was over, but Lacqueus' readiness was the exact opposite of what Miss Coco feared.

"That's not true. I'm a man, too. I'll be cool."

He didn't say he was cool at first, he didn't care.

But when we liked it as we lived together, he said it was painful as soon as possible.

One day Miss Coco was painting up when she came home, a glossy painting of Miss Coco.

That was portrayed from the feeling of Lacqueus wanting to step on the estate the night Miss Coco was with her customers.

Conscious of her jealous self, she said that the look of Miss Coco, a delusion that still floats while she is about to go mad and is undoubtedly real, was beautiful and troubling, like that picture.

"But I don't want to put up with it anymore, so I'll pass it on. I want my mind, my body, and the rest of my life to be all mine. And the real Coco wants to smile like this picture."

Whatever the past.

No, it's not like I don't care.

But Lacqueus wants to be with us from now on, also with the stabbing, painful emotions that are born because he likes them.

Swallow by spiciness, you don't lose sight of the essence of why it's hard.

Because I like it, the fact that I was a whore is hard.

But I don't do anything stupid to stop what I like because it's hard.

Being in love with Miss Coco means that I even like it flinched.

The real feeling that I would not even know was obvious if I painted it.

I could definitely believe that I liked Miss Coco when she smiled like that even though she was capable of meeting herself.

So I told him all my thoughts, along with the painting.

So all you have to do...

"... would be grateful if you would let me reply"

Lady Coco doesn't know what to do with Lacqueus' words.

That's what I want to tell you, that's the mountain.

But I don't think words are enough to tell you that soon.

Miss Coco understood to the lid.

- People overlap their skin because they want to tell you everything correctly about how they feel at a time like this.

I can't paint like Lacqueus to make up for my bad mouth.

But girls have a surprising way of telling them how they feel.

Miss Coco decided to exercise the means correctly.

Today, the day before we started living and celebrating the year.

As a girl for the first time, I touch Lacqueus, a man.

A trembling awkward kiss (kiss) that I don't even think of as a popular lady in a luxury whorehouse.

That was as accurate as Miss Coco, who smiled softly at me as Lacqueus drew, and succeeded in communicating Miss Coco's answer to Lacqueus.

"- What's my real name, huh?

I'll tell you on top of that, the real name of Miss Coco I thought I'd never speak of again.

The dream of a girl who had dreamed of becoming her daughter-in-law in a village that was now gone comes true today in the land of the distant King's capital, Glen Kaina.

If I think I had everything I've ever had to get to this moment today, I think I can live with hard memories, too.

Today Miss Coco, "Tres Follum Floris," the "Three Petals" of "The Dream of a Walnut (Papilio Somnium)," will be gone.

From now on, the wife of the painting Lacqueus Vestoagail...

Later Tan.

A manager (manager) with a head to tell Miss Coco that she is retiring is asked by Lacqueus, who was here to greet her, to ask Lacqueus for a request.

It was an inventory of "flowered" ladies in the Wang du Glen Kaina, tentatively known as the Night Street Petal Inventory, with plans to collaborate with the royal family and leading whorehouses to put the "glossy faces" and "smiles" of the ladies Lacqueus drew.

"This kind of illustration is life, because in every world, the market is set."

The manager spoke mysterious words, such as.

The manager offered a strange condition that instead of paying a certain amount of money to buy the paintings of the ladies that go up quite a few copies, he would pay as much as he could to sell a portion of the "Night Street Petal Inventory" for sale.

Laqueus, who is pleased to be able to draw, was indifferent to the conditions around it, but it is yet another story that income from The Night Street Petal Inventory, sold to fly throughout the Terravik continent after its publication, will enrich the lives of Laqueus and Miss Coco and will echo Laqueus' name as a painter throughout the continent.