Chapter 461: - Episode 459, by any chance...
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My ruffian brother took me to the house of Mr. Blast, a slum boss, and we were greeted with a big welcome. I was a little touched to see so many people who thanked me for my last visit. But it's hard to get to the destination. .......
"Mr. Jude, is this going to take much longer?"
Mr. Jude took me out of Mr. Blast's mansion and we walked quite a bit. The atmosphere is scary because we are in a slum, and I'm feeling quite uneasy because I can't use the magic of the light ball because it stands out.
I had decided to trust Mr. Jude, but my heart is already shaking. Is there really a ray of hope at the end of such a dark road?
"Yes. It should be close."
"Should"? Is this a place that Mr. Jude has never been?"
Come on, I followed you because I trust you, Mr. Jude, don't say something that will make me feel uneasy.
"Yes, I'm sorry about the short notice.
"...... haha, sorry I came on such short notice."
About a third of it was my fault. But, well, it was mostly Jude's prefect's fault for the sudden turn of events, so please scold your prefect. I don't think it can't be helped if you close him up a little.
"No, your visit is always welcome. I will make perfect arrangements for the next time, don't worry.
"Next time? They gave us a banquet, and now they are going to take us to a nice place, right? I've had enough fun this time, so you don't have to worry about the next time."
If you don't say no to the next opportunity, I can see the future of being interrupted by the prefect again. I want to play secretly in the red-light district, and being treated with gratitude is not what I want.
I owe you a debt of gratitude that I can never repay. If my master had lost his life, this slum would be in a terrible state. We owe the residents too. I haven't been able to repay them with a speck of dust this time."
Mr. Jude explains to me with a wry smile, "A speck of dust from this banquet and some kind of fun afterwards? If that's the case, I'll never be able to finish repaying the favor.
......The way these chivalrous blasters think, they must really be thinking about repaying the favor for the rest of their lives.
That would be a big obstacle to my nightlife. The Kingdom of Beryl has a great entertainment district. I don't want to be disturbed every time I visit.
But these types of people won't be convinced if I simply say I don't need them.
What if I say it's more like a hot feeling? You have to be hot-blooded and chic or they won't accept you.
......I know it's not my favorite taste, but I have to push myself a little for a full night life. I'm not very good at this, but I'll do my best.
"Mr. Jude,...... I'm not helping people for the sake of ...... giving back or repaying a favor or ...... anything like that. The thanks I got from everyone today is more than a speck of dust. It was a big one that filled my heart to overflowing. That's all I need. I can't come to the Kingdom of Beryl without getting too much more."
It was my stomach that was filled, and what I filled it with was booze, juice and tea, but I don't need to be honest about that.
I told Jude the words in as serious a voice as I could, but ...... it's bad, I'm getting goosebumps all over my body because I spit out words in a taste I'm not used to. Thank goodness this is a dark place.
"Sir, ......"
He seems to be impressed. I chose words that chivalrous types would like, but they seemed to be right on the money.
I'm glad I tried, though I would have been too embarrassed to say those words if Sylphy and the other contracted spirits had been there.
"Sensei, I will definitely pass your words on to my boss, or rather to all the residents of the slum. The spirit of the great benefactor of the slum, everyone ...... will be ...... pleased."
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. What kind of punishment is this, spreading my embarrassing words all over the slum? If they did that to me, my spirit would die, wouldn't it?
Are you trying to kill me? Are you going to kill me?
"No, Mr. Jude, please don't tell anyone else, it's embarrassing. It's a private conversation."
There's nothing to be ashamed of. Your words are the hope of everyone in the slum!
Hope? I don't know what it means, but I think it's a mistake of despair. But I think the witty Mr. Jude is getting a little hot under the collar. For a chivalrous type, the stinky line might have been a deleterious effect.
If this continues, that embarrassing line could seriously spread throughout the slum. Would hitting him with a hammer make his memory go away?
My brains are going to splatter before my memory. Well, pioneering tools are too powerful for sensitive situations. Well, I'm a psychic... so I'll just have to make do with psychic art.
The spirit of darkness is related to the mind... No! You didn't make a contract with the spirits of darkness. Master Dark and Onyx aren't here... so what's the point of making a new contract?
Luckily it's a dark alley, and it's probably the spirits of darkness that happen to be flying around. Can we grab him, make a deal, and brainwash Mr. Jude or erase his memory ......?
Doctor, what's wrong?
"...... No, it's nothing."
Jude's voice makes me calm down a little. If I sign the contract in such a moment, Sylphy and the others will ask me why I signed the contract. If that happens, I'm going to be exposed for all kinds of things, including my embarrassing lines.
If that happens, I'll have to solve the problem by myself, ...... which is worse than spreading the story to the whole slum.
How do I convince Mr. Jude? ...... Oh yeah, I forgot. I said that embarrassing line before because I can't say no to people like that. Then, I have to say no in a way that suits Mr. Jude.
Words that Jude would understand......words......Yes! That'll work. If we can connect well, we should be able to make it work. The flow of the conversation is ...... yeah, it seems pretty easy.
"Mr. Jude, I'm going to have to ask you to keep what you just said a secret."
Ask why.
"Why? I think everyone should know how much you care."
I shouldn't know, but we're on schedule, so that's okay. I'll decide here.
"Because that's not very chic, is it?"
To be honest, I don't even know what the word "chic" means, but I'm sure the word "chic" will usually do the trick with these types of people. As for the rest, I trust in the power of translation.
"...... If you don't think it's chic, I don't blame you. Okay, I'll take this story to my grave."
"Thank you very much."
I'm really surprised at how well it turned out. Cool is great.
****
"This is the house. Sir, you're on your own from here. I'll pick you up after lunch."
"Well, it's a little big, but it looks like a normal house. After lunch?"
I'm out of the slum, but I'm not in the entertainment district, just a regular house, you know? How can my hopes be fulfilled in a place like this? But if it's after noon, does that mean you're going to play all night?
"Yes. Have a good time."
Mr. Jude has moved away. What does that mean?
......Well, if we've come this far, we'll just have to go. Even if it's a miss, I can put up with it because I won't have to worry about it next time. It would be more trouble if you don't go.
It's a bit of a letdown that I was able to convince him just by saying that it's not chic to accept repeated thank-yous, but the word "chic" is versatile for chivalrous types.
"...... Well, it's dark, but I should just knock on the door, right?"
I knock a little anxiously because I don't remember what kind of appointment I had with Mr. Jude.
"Oh, you're late."
"Oh, my succubus sister! What? Why?"
The one who came out of the door was the succubus I had nominated in . What do you mean?
"Ummm, why do you think that is?"
No, I don't know, that's why I asked. But you are very s*xy.
"Hmm, you never know. But it's boring to talk here. Let's go inside and solve the mystery. It's a very fun place inside."
The succubus lady slowly traces my neck and cheeks with her glossy fingertips as she speaks. I don't care about my doubts anymore, and I go inside like I'm being manipulated.
"""""Welcome to the house of whores!
A group of succubus sisters jumped into my eyes with a sweet and mysterious smell.
House of whore? What is that power word?
Come on, don't just stand there, come inside. This is not a store but a real whore house where we really live. It's a place you rarely get to go in, so enjoy yourself."
Surrounded by scantily clad women who greeted me, I was led through the entranceway to a back room.
A real whore house? Do you live here? You mean the private place of the whore sisters? I'm happy for you, but why?
I have so many questions, but I can't think about them with the feeling of the girls all over my body and their sweet breath on my face and neck.
"Ummm, normally this is our mansion, but for today ...... you are the master of this mansion. What do you do here, my Lord?
"For fun?"
"Does it feel good?"
"Something you wouldn't tell anyone about?"
Sitting on the sofa, a group of bewitching whores whispered words to me that all sounded the same even though the words were different.
"All ......?"
I want to do all the fun things, all the nice things, all the things you can't say to people. I feel like it's the same thing, but then again, I'd like to ask you to repeat it.
"That's the Lord! You have a lot of guts in the house of whores."
The voices of the whore sisters reach my dazed head, praising my courage.
Courage? What's the nerve of this state of affairs? Nothing but pleasure, right?
Hmm? Whore? ...... Come to think of it, the last time I was squeezed to the limit by one of those whore sisters? This time, there are 6 demon sisters in front of me.
"......Yes, yes, we need to solve the riddle! In the meantime, I'd like to have a drink and listen to your stories!"
When I think of six whore sisters, the word "death on the stomach" comes to mind and a shiver runs down my spine.
For now, it's dangerous to just go with the flow. Let's calm down.
But why do I have to go to the whorehouse if I think about it calmly? Mr. Jude, don't tell me you're trying to assassinate me?
......No, no, no, no, no, he was so moved by my story, that's not going to happen.
No, I think about it, isn't it suspicious to be persuaded by a story like that? Am I going to die on my stomach?
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My ruffian brother took me to the house of Mr. Blast, a slum boss, and we were greeted with a big welcome. I was a little touched to see so many people who thanked me for my last visit. But it's hard to get to the destination. .......
"Mr. Jude, is this going to take much longer?"
Mr. Jude took me out of Mr. Blast's mansion and we walked quite a bit. The atmosphere is scary because we are in a slum, and I'm feeling quite uneasy because I can't use the magic of the light ball because it stands out.
I had decided to trust Mr. Jude, but my heart is already shaking. Is there really a ray of hope at the end of such a dark road?
"Yes. It should be close."
"Should"? Is this a place that Mr. Jude has never been?"
Come on, I followed you because I trust you, Mr. Jude, don't say something that will make me feel uneasy.
"Yes, I'm sorry about the short notice.
"...... haha, sorry I came on such short notice."
About a third of it was my fault. But, well, it was mostly Jude's prefect's fault for the sudden turn of events, so please scold your prefect. I don't think it can't be helped if you close him up a little.
"No, your visit is always welcome. I will make perfect arrangements for the next time, don't worry.
"Next time? They gave us a banquet, and now they are going to take us to a nice place, right? I've had enough fun this time, so you don't have to worry about the next time."
If you don't say no to the next opportunity, I can see the future of being interrupted by the prefect again. I want to play secretly in the red-light district, and being treated with gratitude is not what I want.
I owe you a debt of gratitude that I can never repay. If my master had lost his life, this slum would be in a terrible state. We owe the residents too. I haven't been able to repay them with a speck of dust this time."
Mr. Jude explains to me with a wry smile, "A speck of dust from this banquet and some kind of fun afterwards? If that's the case, I'll never be able to finish repaying the favor.
......The way these chivalrous blasters think, they must really be thinking about repaying the favor for the rest of their lives.
That would be a big obstacle to my nightlife. The Kingdom of Beryl has a great entertainment district. I don't want to be disturbed every time I visit.
But these types of people won't be convinced if I simply say I don't need them.
What if I say it's more like a hot feeling? You have to be hot-blooded and chic or they won't accept you.
......I know it's not my favorite taste, but I have to push myself a little for a full night life. I'm not very good at this, but I'll do my best.
"Mr. Jude,...... I'm not helping people for the sake of ...... giving back or repaying a favor or ...... anything like that. The thanks I got from everyone today is more than a speck of dust. It was a big one that filled my heart to overflowing. That's all I need. I can't come to the Kingdom of Beryl without getting too much more."
It was my stomach that was filled, and what I filled it with was booze, juice and tea, but I don't need to be honest about that.
I told Jude the words in as serious a voice as I could, but ...... it's bad, I'm getting goosebumps all over my body because I spit out words in a taste I'm not used to. Thank goodness this is a dark place.
"Sir, ......"
He seems to be impressed. I chose words that chivalrous types would like, but they seemed to be right on the money.
I'm glad I tried, though I would have been too embarrassed to say those words if Sylphy and the other contracted spirits had been there.
"Sensei, I will definitely pass your words on to my boss, or rather to all the residents of the slum. The spirit of the great benefactor of the slum, everyone ...... will be ...... pleased."
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. What kind of punishment is this, spreading my embarrassing words all over the slum? If they did that to me, my spirit would die, wouldn't it?
Are you trying to kill me? Are you going to kill me?
"No, Mr. Jude, please don't tell anyone else, it's embarrassing. It's a private conversation."
There's nothing to be ashamed of. Your words are the hope of everyone in the slum!
Hope? I don't know what it means, but I think it's a mistake of despair. But I think the witty Mr. Jude is getting a little hot under the collar. For a chivalrous type, the stinky line might have been a deleterious effect.
If this continues, that embarrassing line could seriously spread throughout the slum. Would hitting him with a hammer make his memory go away?
My brains are going to splatter before my memory. Well, pioneering tools are too powerful for sensitive situations. Well, I'm a psychic... so I'll just have to make do with psychic art.
The spirit of darkness is related to the mind... No! You didn't make a contract with the spirits of darkness. Master Dark and Onyx aren't here... so what's the point of making a new contract?
Luckily it's a dark alley, and it's probably the spirits of darkness that happen to be flying around. Can we grab him, make a deal, and brainwash Mr. Jude or erase his memory ......?
Doctor, what's wrong?
"...... No, it's nothing."
Jude's voice makes me calm down a little. If I sign the contract in such a moment, Sylphy and the others will ask me why I signed the contract. If that happens, I'm going to be exposed for all kinds of things, including my embarrassing lines.
If that happens, I'll have to solve the problem by myself, ...... which is worse than spreading the story to the whole slum.
How do I convince Mr. Jude? ...... Oh yeah, I forgot. I said that embarrassing line before because I can't say no to people like that. Then, I have to say no in a way that suits Mr. Jude.
Words that Jude would understand......words......Yes! That'll work. If we can connect well, we should be able to make it work. The flow of the conversation is ...... yeah, it seems pretty easy.
"Mr. Jude, I'm going to have to ask you to keep what you just said a secret."
Ask why.
"Why? I think everyone should know how much you care."
I shouldn't know, but we're on schedule, so that's okay. I'll decide here.
"Because that's not very chic, is it?"
To be honest, I don't even know what the word "chic" means, but I'm sure the word "chic" will usually do the trick with these types of people. As for the rest, I trust in the power of translation.
"...... If you don't think it's chic, I don't blame you. Okay, I'll take this story to my grave."
"Thank you very much."
I'm really surprised at how well it turned out. Cool is great.
****
"This is the house. Sir, you're on your own from here. I'll pick you up after lunch."
"Well, it's a little big, but it looks like a normal house. After lunch?"
I'm out of the slum, but I'm not in the entertainment district, just a regular house, you know? How can my hopes be fulfilled in a place like this? But if it's after noon, does that mean you're going to play all night?
"Yes. Have a good time."
Mr. Jude has moved away. What does that mean?
......Well, if we've come this far, we'll just have to go. Even if it's a miss, I can put up with it because I won't have to worry about it next time. It would be more trouble if you don't go.
It's a bit of a letdown that I was able to convince him just by saying that it's not chic to accept repeated thank-yous, but the word "chic" is versatile for chivalrous types.
"...... Well, it's dark, but I should just knock on the door, right?"
I knock a little anxiously because I don't remember what kind of appointment I had with Mr. Jude.
"Oh, you're late."
"Oh, my succubus sister! What? Why?"
The one who came out of the door was the succubus I had nominated in . What do you mean?
"Ummm, why do you think that is?"
No, I don't know, that's why I asked. But you are very s*xy.
"Hmm, you never know. But it's boring to talk here. Let's go inside and solve the mystery. It's a very fun place inside."
The succubus lady slowly traces my neck and cheeks with her glossy fingertips as she speaks. I don't care about my doubts anymore, and I go inside like I'm being manipulated.
"""""Welcome to the house of whores!
A group of succubus sisters jumped into my eyes with a sweet and mysterious smell.
House of whore? What is that power word?
Come on, don't just stand there, come inside. This is not a store but a real whore house where we really live. It's a place you rarely get to go in, so enjoy yourself."
Surrounded by scantily clad women who greeted me, I was led through the entranceway to a back room.
A real whore house? Do you live here? You mean the private place of the whore sisters? I'm happy for you, but why?
I have so many questions, but I can't think about them with the feeling of the girls all over my body and their sweet breath on my face and neck.
"Ummm, normally this is our mansion, but for today ...... you are the master of this mansion. What do you do here, my Lord?
"For fun?"
"Does it feel good?"
"Something you wouldn't tell anyone about?"
Sitting on the sofa, a group of bewitching whores whispered words to me that all sounded the same even though the words were different.
"All ......?"
I want to do all the fun things, all the nice things, all the things you can't say to people. I feel like it's the same thing, but then again, I'd like to ask you to repeat it.
"That's the Lord! You have a lot of guts in the house of whores."
The voices of the whore sisters reach my dazed head, praising my courage.
Courage? What's the nerve of this state of affairs? Nothing but pleasure, right?
Hmm? Whore? ...... Come to think of it, the last time I was squeezed to the limit by one of those whore sisters? This time, there are 6 demon sisters in front of me.
"......Yes, yes, we need to solve the riddle! In the meantime, I'd like to have a drink and listen to your stories!"
When I think of six whore sisters, the word "death on the stomach" comes to mind and a shiver runs down my spine.
For now, it's dangerous to just go with the flow. Let's calm down.
But why do I have to go to the whorehouse if I think about it calmly? Mr. Jude, don't tell me you're trying to assassinate me?
......No, no, no, no, no, he was so moved by my story, that's not going to happen.
No, I think about it, isn't it suspicious to be persuaded by a story like that? Am I going to die on my stomach?
My ruffian brother took me to the house of Mr. Blast, a slum boss, and we were greeted with a big welcome. I was a little touched to see so many people who thanked me for my last visit. But it's hard to get to the destination. ......."Mr. Jude, is this going to take much longer?"Mr. Jude took me out of Mr. Blast's mansion and we walked quite a bit. The atmosphere is scary because we are in a slum, and I'm feeling quite uneasy because I can't use the magic of the light ball because it stands out.I had decided to trust Mr. Jude, but my heart is already shaking. Is there really a ray of hope at the end of such a dark road?"Yes. It should be close.""Should"?Is this a place that Mr. Jude has never been?"Come on, I followed you because I trust you, Mr. Jude, don't say something that will make me feel uneasy."Yes, I'm sorry about the short notice."...... haha, sorry I came on such short notice."About a third of it was my fault. But, well, it was mostly Jude's prefect's fault for the sudden turn of events, so please scold your prefect. I don't think it can't be helped if you close him up a little."No, your visit is always welcome. I will make perfect arrangements for the next time, don't worry."Next time?They gave us a banquet, and now they are going to take us to a nice place, right?I've had enough fun this time, so you don't have to worry about the next time."If you don't say no to the next opportunity, I can see the future of being interrupted by the prefect again. I want to play secretly in the red-light district, and being treated with gratitude is not what I want.I owe you a debt of gratitude that I can never repay. If my master had lost his life, this slum would be in a terrible state. We owe the residents too. I haven't been able to repay them with a speck of dust this time."Mr. Jude explains to me with a wry smile, "A speck of dust from this banquet and some kind of fun afterwards?If that's the case, I'll never be able to finish repaying the favor.......The way these chivalrous blasters think, they must really be thinking about repaying the favor for the rest of their lives.That would be a big obstacle to my nightlife. The Kingdom of Beryl has a great entertainment district. I don't want to be disturbed every time I visit.But these types of people won't be convinced if I simply say I don't need them.What if I say it's more like a hot feeling?You have to be hot-blooded and chic or they won't accept you.......I know it's not my favorite taste, but I have to push myself a little for a full night life. I'm not very good at this, but I'll do my best."Mr. Jude,...... I'm not helping people for the sake of ...... giving back or repaying a favor or ...... anything like that. The thanks I got from everyone today is more than a speck of dust. It was a big one that filled my heart to overflowing. That's all I need. I can't come to the Kingdom of Beryl without getting too much more."It was my stomach that was filled, and what I filled it with was booze, juice and tea, but I don't need to be honest about that.I told Jude the words in as serious a voice as I could, but ...... it's bad, I'm getting goosebumps all over my body because I spit out words in a taste I'm not used to. Thank goodness this is a dark place."Sir, ......"He seems to be impressed. I chose words that chivalrous types would like, but they seemed to be right on the money.I'm glad I tried, though I would have been too embarrassed to say those words if Sylphy and the other contracted spirits had been there."Sensei, I will definitely pass your words on to my boss, or rather to all the residents of the slum. The spirit of the great benefactor of the slum, everyone ...... will be ...... pleased."No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.What kind of punishment is this, spreading my embarrassing words all over the slum?If they did that to me, my spirit would die, wouldn't it?Are you trying to kill me?Are you going to kill me?"No, Mr. Jude, please don't tell anyone else, it's embarrassing. It's a private conversation."There's nothing to be ashamed of. Your words are the hope of everyone in the slum!Hope?I don't know what it means, but I think it's a mistake of despair. But I think the witty Mr. Jude is getting a little hot under the collar. For a chivalrous type, the stinky line might have been a deleterious effect.If this continues, that embarrassing line could seriously spread throughout the slum. Would hitting him with a hammer make his memory go away?My brains are going to splatter before my memory. Well, pioneering tools are too powerful for sensitive situations. Well, I'm a psychic... so I'll just have to make do with psychic art.The spirit of darkness is related to the mind... No! You didn't make a contract with the spirits of darkness. Master Dark and Onyx aren't here... so what's the point of making a new contract?Luckily it's a dark alley, and it's probably the spirits of darkness that happen to be flying around. Can we grab him, make a deal, and brainwash Mr. Jude or erase his memory ......?Doctor, what's wrong?"...... No, it's nothing."Jude's voice makes me calm down a little. If I sign the contract in such a moment, Sylphy and the others will ask me why I signed the contract. If that happens, I'm going to be exposed for all kinds of things, including my embarrassing lines.If that happens, I'll have to solve the problem by myself, ...... which is worse than spreading the story to the whole slum.How do I convince Mr. Jude?...... Oh yeah, I forgot. I said that embarrassing line before because I can't say no to people like that. Then, I have to say no in a way that suits Mr. Jude.Words that Jude would understand......words......Yes!That'll work. If we can connect well, we should be able to make it work. The flow of the conversation is ...... yeah, it seems pretty easy."Mr. Jude, I'm going to have to ask you to keep what you just said a secret."Ask why."Why?I think everyone should know how much you care."I shouldn't know, but we're on schedule, so that's okay. I'll decide here."Because that's not very chic, is it?"To be honest, I don't even know what the word "chic" means, but I'm sure the word "chic" will usually do the trick with these types of people. As for the rest, I trust in the power of translation."...... If you don't think it's chic, I don't blame you. Okay, I'll take this story to my grave.""Thank you very much."I'm really surprised at how well it turned out. Cool is great.****"This is the house. Sir, you're on your own from here. I'll pick you up after lunch.""Well, it's a little big, but it looks like a normal house.After lunch?"I'm out of the slum, but I'm not in the entertainment district, just a regular house, you know?How can my hopes be fulfilled in a place like this?But if it's after noon, does that mean you're going to play all night?"Yes. Have a good time."Mr. Jude has moved away. What does that mean?......Well, if we've come this far, we'll just have to go. Even if it's a miss, I can put up with it because I won't have to worry about it next time. It would be more trouble if you don't go.It's a bit of a letdown that I was able to convince him just by saying that it's not chic to accept repeated thank-yous, but the word "chic" is versatile for chivalrous types."...... Well, it's dark, but I should just knock on the door, right?"I knock a little anxiously because I don't remember what kind of appointment I had with Mr. Jude."Oh, you're late.""Oh, my succubus sister!What?Why?"The one who came out of the door was the succubus I had nominated in . What do you mean?"Ummm, why do you think that is?"No, I don't know, that's why I asked.But you are very s*xy."Hmm, you never know. But it's boring to talk here. Let's go inside and solve the mystery. It's a very fun place inside."The succubus lady slowly traces my neck and cheeks with her glossy fingertips as she speaks. I don't care about my doubts anymore, and I go inside like I'm being manipulated."""""Welcome to the house of whores!A group of succubus sisters jumped into my eyes with a sweet and mysterious smell.House of whore?What is that power word?Come on, don't just stand there, come inside. This is not a store but a real whore house where we really live. It's a place you rarely get to go in, so enjoy yourself."Surrounded by scantily clad women who greeted me, I was led through the entranceway to a back room.A real whore house?Do you live here?You mean the private place of the whore sisters?I'm happy for you, but why?I have so many questions, but I can't think about them with the feeling of the girls all over my body and their sweet breath on my face and neck."Ummm, normally this is our mansion, but for today ...... you are the master of this mansion. What do you do here, my Lord?"For fun?""Does it feel good?""Something you wouldn't tell anyone about?"Sitting on the sofa, a group of bewitching whores whispered words to me that all sounded the same even though the words were different."All ......?"I want to do all the fun things, all the nice things, all the things you can't say to people. I feel like it's the same thing, but then again, I'd like to ask you to repeat it."That's the Lord! You have a lot of guts in the house of whores."The voices of the whore sisters reach my dazed head, praising my courage.Courage?What's the nerve of this state of affairs?Nothing but pleasure, right?Hmm?Whore?...... Come to think of it, the last time I was squeezed to the limit by one of those whore sisters?This time, there are 6 demon sisters in front of me."......Yes, yes, we need to solve the riddle!In the meantime, I'd like to have a drink and listen to your stories!"When I think of six whore sisters, the word "death on the stomach" comes to mind and a shiver runs down my spine.For now, it's dangerous to just go with the flow. Let's calm down.But why do I have to go to the whorehouse if I think about it calmly?Mr. Jude, don't tell me you're trying to assassinate me?......No, no, no, no, no, he was so moved by my story, that's not going to happen.No, I think about it, isn't it suspicious to be persuaded by a story like that?Am I going to die on my stomach?
