Manager of the Other World Brothel

Renamaria.

One of the top 3 whorehouse "Dreams of the Walnut" (of which).

By the time I became the manager here, the top three were all already enrolled, of which I heard Renamaria was the oldest.

Sure, Miss Laura and Miss Listia, don't listen to Lunamaria basically honestly.

There are several older ladies than Lunamaria, but if you look at the owner (owner), you can say they are more central to this store than I am.

Sarah Sarah's blonde hair is so lustrous that it seems illusory when it shines in itself.

Golden and silver demonic eyes (heterochromia) with a mix of gold eyes on the left that host the same light and a suffron right eye that is not the same purple as the red of the Glen royal family.

Big breasts that don't match your child-like body.

I tend to judge it to be a stubborn face because the expression is all powerful, but its shaping is horribly neat.

I prefer the look of a vibrant will, but my sleeping face is so beautiful when I'm silent on my mundane applause or how many times I tell you to stop, when you're sleeping in my chair.

Even crappy people like me have such moonlight feelings.

I can't help but be convinced that there are enough customers (both sketchy yarrows) to sweep and throw away their souls.

- That's a lot of rumors about the moves.

"Uh, Her Royal Highness Princess Silveria. I'm terribly sorry, but can we talk about this again? I'm having a cramp there. I'd be grateful if Her Royal Highness Princess Karin could take me with her."

"... is, yes. But I meant what I said earlier. The manager is for me…"

The last one didn't sound familiar to you.

I wonder what you've been putting out of tochi crazy and crazy terms.

You know how Princess Silveria would want me to be the world she wants me to be, didn't you think of that too much?

But what is Her Royal Highness Princess Karin doing here?

Without being able to say the first dialogue, it was the food of Lunamaria.

It's not like I'm here to be bullied because of a habit.

My sister is a dreamy princess, and the day I come to say that my sister is in love with color in the mazo, I think the mercenary king will balk.

"Did you come, princess? I'm tired of it."

Lunamaria squeaks as she sideways drops Her Royal Highness Princess Silveria out of the room softly.

"No, it's you more than that, Renamaria. Why are you in my office at this hour? What happened to the customers today?

"I'll sleep in the guest beds. Don't wake up till morning, that's"

Renamaria doesn't take customers in her room either.

Thinking about it, you don't take all of our top three customers in your own room.

Or if it's a top 3 earner, it's likely to be able to set up quite a mansion in Wang Cheng, but it's also a strange story that even though it's the finest room, it continues to live in the "Dream of the Walnut (of which)" room.

Well, in terms of safety (security), the owner-owned "Dream of a Walnut" room is probably the safest place to live.

The day Miss Laura, Miss Listia, and Lunamaria broke the house they lived in alone, there was something wrong with Tochi's crazy idiot.

In that sense, it's a story for me that the three of you keep living in my room.

Sometimes we can swallow together.

- I don't think so.

"No, you said you were asleep, because you were bought overnight..."

We should be clear about that area more than it is work.

Even if they sleep, the time they're buying is next to it, and when they wake up, they do exactly what they're buying.

That's all the money the "overnight buyer" pays.

I don't know about porn or calluses, but if you follow the rules and give me money, I don't follow the rules either.

If I take it off, I won't stand up for lustrous business.

You should know about that a hundred times, but Renamaria...

"I'll get your permission. That's all for today if I go to bed. So you can go back to your room."

"Customers today…"

I do know a few customers who set up such "wins and loses".

With today's booking table, the bookers in Lunamaria are certain…

His Royal Highness King Gaius.

- That's it.

Two years ago, a demon (monster) broke out abnormally and intercepted a hero in the Battle of the Great Tsunami by coalition forces.

Three days and three nights, single and dead guarding the Azgard Valley Guan, well a kind of Bakemon.

The battle lasts three days and three nights, but all the demons (monsters) that I've dealt with are dragon breeds (dragoanneals), not to mention the last of the "Eight Dragon Kings", but they have hit the "Ice Emperor Dragon (Dj Graciers)".

- I'm not a person anymore.

"Destroy the hero of the Redemption at night."

We're talking about keeping people who are beyond the boundaries of a person in terms of their health from waking up until morning.

Even if there was alcohol in it or something like that, it's impotent.

It's more of a magic zone than a move.

"On the battlefield and on the bed are similar and non-existent. If I'm serious, it's like this."

So don't strain your chest.

Don't shake it for nothing.

Even though I can't help the business pattern, your costumes are poisonous to the eyes.

Although it is superior, it is strange at a suitable (...) degree (...) under (...) item (...).

Even though I can't help it to some extent beyond being a man, I'm so uncomfortable when I anti- (...) respond to you guys I've known for a long time.

I'm scared of women, and I'm sure you'll notice that this one has responded.

- Look, I still look so proud.

I guess she also drinks Lunamaria, smells a little alcoholic.

If you look closely, are your eyes a little drunk?

That's unusual.

"No, well, I guess so. Three days and three nights without sinking a man who can stand on the dead line laughing until morning, aren't you a better bachemont, Renamaria?"

"You want to give it a try? Even if it looks like this, it's cute on the bed, isn't it?

No, shut up, you're cute even standing there like that.

It's really rare to get drunk or cancer.

Oh, my God, did they say something to make you feel better again?

"I'll stop. I don't know if I died of kidney failure, or if I'm gonna lose my soul to you."

"gutsy gestures"

Let it go.

Speaking of which, do my unique magic all the way to Renamaria.

"Oh, something that made me feel good and drunk... impeccable"

My unique magic, on the other hand, is based on returning it to normal, so it's not compatible with alcohol or medicine.

It would be very exciting if it were even for the two of us thriving in the room where the incense of that hand burned in.

It's bad for Renamaria to look remorseful for moderate intoxication, but it doesn't make sense not to do magic to a lady who's done her job.

It's good to say that it's boring to be put back on the face that I was feeling well drunk though.

If you're free after this, you can go back to swallowing.

After midnight, the job will settle down, and Miss Laura will get stuck around it.

Miss Listier is also available tonight.

It's been a long time since the four of us swallowed.

If it were supposed to swallow like our top three samurai, that would soak up a fair amount of money, but the neighborhood would be good enough to enjoy it as a manager (manager) benefit.

"So? If Gaius' husband had won, what would have happened?

I can predict, but I'll listen to it for once.

"As usual. Quit dreaming of butterflies and come to my wife."

"I won't punish you, neither will my husband. You're seriously in love, Lunamaria. I don't know how many fights it's been."

There are many customers of that hand, not just Gaius' husband.

In Lunamaria's case, she's undefeated in battle, her opponent scratches Kyodo when Miss Listia looks in trouble, and Miss Laura laughs off and becomes true when she persists.

Not that anyone has succeeded in shooting, but some of them are serious at a level they can't joke about.

If these three one day say, "I've decided to be with this guy," I guess I'll miss him a lot, I guess.

I also don't think so, but maybe so.

"I'm not counting. That kind of thing. Well, does the manager laugh about people? How many times has Her Royal Highness Princess Silveria called this a direct trial? I thought you finally talked about the wedding proposal tonight.

They point me out to you earlier.

"Oh, that one. I wonder what you're thinking."

Sure, "The Dream of a Walnut" (of which) is the number one whorehouse, but it's not the kind of place where a royal class (class) comes in the first place.

Sure, thanks to the good ladies, we've got a whole bunch of good guys. Yeah, the royal family's going too far for anything.

Besides, whatever Gaius' husband is, Her Royal Highness Princess Silveria and Her Royal Highness Princess Karin, who sticks to it, are underage on top of a woman.

No, in this country, Her Royal Highness Princess Silveria will be an adult?

It has nothing to do with the nature of the problem.

"His Royal Highness, the king's brother, who wants to welcome the whore as his rightful wife, and His Royal Highness, who wants the manager (manager) of the whorehouse as his rightful wife, is the royal family of this country all right?

"- No, it's not."

I laugh unquestionably at Lunamaria, who sighed and leaked.

Maybe that's why a country like ours is easy to live in, the Kingdom of Glenn (here).

"Manager"

"Oh, my God, change it."

Drunk out, staring at my face with clear eyes as usual.

This guy's eyes are really big.

I'm about to get sucked in, but I always laugh when I see my face in my jewel-like gold eyes and Su Fang-colored eyes.

This time it didn't leak into the example either.

"Wouldn't it be terrible to see people's faces and laugh, Manager? And I didn't know you'd laugh when you're up"

"Excuse me. Excuse me. No, I don't want to..."

It would be humiliating for Renamaria and others to be laughed at with their faces up if they stared at each other.

Lunamaria, who is constantly calm, rarely comes to protest with her face juggled.

That makes me adorable and I can't stop laughing.

"Well, that's fine. The manager is not the usual. - You don't have to laugh at me."

"No, I'm so sorry. Yeah, I'm gonna ask you right, what?

I don't think he's a whore of a hundred wars.

Watching it this way, it's not unlike the little girl there.

It's just that it's not like that.

"I've been standing quite a bit since the manager came to us. Thank you, but I was wondering about the manager. Take care of us. Live a good day, don't you?

"What the hell, it doesn't look like it. I like it and I'm the manager, so don't worry. It wouldn't be bad to have a loud night with you, would it?

You've been thinking about something really unusual.

Of course I'm sick of it, but I like it and I'm the manager.

That's for sure.

"Really? Like right after I got here, don't you actually still have an admiration for the adventurers?

"Don't say that, I was young back then. I don't have that anymore. I'm glad my unusable and strange magic can help you guys. I'm not lying."

Don't dig back into black history.

I did admire that right after I got here, and there were times when I hated my unique magic that didn't help me in that way at all.

The owner (the owner) is still the "wizard" I admire...

Well, he was really a kid, back then.

"Isn't that true? I believe you."

"Oh, I don't mind if you believe me. Oh, my God. Like a little girl."

You look anxious, like a little girl whose parents are about to hate you.

Doesn't look good.

Really, what's going on tonight?

"Wow, there are nights when I get sentimental too. Think about what's ahead..."

"You know what?"

Well, time definitely passes, and everyone gets older.

Even in the spring to summer months, which are now daunted by numerous men, autumn will eventually come and end in winter.

Though I refused, I wouldn't be able to help but think a lot about being proposed.

That's what hookers are for.

Love and love are all converted into gold, too, and I will.

That's all I know, but when I lose myself just to be (...), I probably fall apart.

If normal lovers get older with each other, something different from the youthfulness they lose will pile up between them.

But whores for customers just get worthless when they get older.

It's a spicy story, but it's also a harsh fact.

Conversely, it is also strange that now they do not fall on the so-called "balls".

I'm not even going to stick my mouth in that.

"Well, manager, why don't you let me be your wife? I've earned enough money, and I can be the wife of a manager."

"Whoa, there's been a proposal from the top a long time. But, yeah, we can't have our head as daughter-in-law in the position of manager. At the very least, the manager can't get through without quitting."

I've come up with something strange again, this guy too.

Her Royal Highness Princess Silveria influenced me earlier.

I don't want to imagine what the owner (owner) would look like when I made Renamaria my wife at the height of her popularity.

"Wow, I just want to avoid turning all of our ladies against our enemies."

Well, if all of a sudden I become "I'm leaving the store because I'm going to be Renamaria's husband," Renamaria will be resented by the ladies who rely on my unique magic.

I know Lunamaria herself cares about the ladies in the store, so I have to choose that.

- This is just words (...) leaves (...) play (...) bi (...) in the course of conversation.

"Well, don't worry. If you guys don't make any more money and you don't have someone when you want to relax, I'll get you a wife if you want. I don't know if it's just you."

If you are in a psychological state where you need peace of mind, it is the job of the manager to take care of it.

Not only as a job, but I really think it's evil.

"Treat me like one of the Harlem members. Is the manager a proposition from the top?"

"I don't care if they call me Harlem. I was just old then. I'm not proposing. I'm, uh, insured."

We laugh at each other and talk stupid.

Perhaps - no, definitely not such a future.

I guess I'm the manager (manager) here until I'm a grandfather, and Renamaria's going to be married to a neat family at some point in time.

Same thing I did to Miss Listier and Miss Laura.

If a whore can see a Cinderella story beside her, that's not a bad idea.

I can't hold the lead, but it's a perfect audience.

"Um, maybe that's not a bad idea.... I've taken your word for it, manager. Since I'm older, I'm not gonna tell you I don't know that one?

Don't let lip service pass you by, Lunamaria.

Well, I don't hate this kind of flow either.

"I don't have two words for a man, come on. You're free today for now, aren't you? Miss Laura's in the middle of the night, and Miss Listier's free tonight. Haven't swallowed in a while, huh? I'll give you the secret liquor, okay?

I feel like drinking tonight.

I would appreciate it if you would hang out with me.

"Sometimes it's unusual for a manager to invite you. I'm angry that you won't invite me alone, but if that's the case, I'll swallow till morning. Can the place be in my room?

Not just Lunamaria, but Miss Listia and Miss Laura, I easily raise them to my room.

I wonder if the manager is in the category of a man for them.

"I hope you do. Well, wait till midnight. I'll be in my room in due course, so take your time."

"Okay, I'll be ready for the knob."

I'm in a terrible mood for apples.

I don't think it's a good substitute for me to ask you out for a drink.

If you can see this face, you can't put a thread on the gold. You'll have as many customers as you want.

Don't make me think that it's worth something that I can't buy with gold, or that the moment I see something like this, I'm not convinced.

It makes me angry and angry, but Lunamarian food is a first-class dish.

It's a good drink to serve, and I appreciate you having a delicious knob to go with it.

"Tamu"

Now don't let the hourly ladies tour.

It's my turn.