Ore wa Mada, Honki o Dashite Inai

"Hermes, I have a lifetime favor to ask!

In a familiar whorehouse, Ortier put her hands together to pray, and she glued with her superior gaze.

It's quite a favor to have a front seat at last.

"How many times in your life do you have one?"

In the meantime, I gave you a good tip. This is the one set.

Just go in formally, and we'll talk.

"Now what, did you even come into Pindos for good liquor again?

"Yeah, that's normal for you later"

"Do you want to do it separately?"

Well, that's not that expensive liquor for Nori and that's all right.

More of a "lifetime favor" than that.

"You know, your sister's coming to Pindos"

"You had a sister?

"Not like that, someone like a whore's sempai"

"I see."

I was told, I was convinced.

It's not the character Ortier calls her real sister "sister."

"What's wrong with that sempai?

"He's such a popular whore. Don't you know Hestia Mercuri?

"No."

You've never heard that name before.

"Ortier" all over the world knows his face though.

"Eh, she's such a popular whore. Bookings, inquiries. That's the kind of person buried up to three years away, your sister."

"That's amazing"

"So, I want to rest for a while, so I'm going to evacuate to my place, and it's falling apart, and now the story's coming this way. So Hermes! For the ten days I've been here, I wonder if you could be my sister's guest. Just the shape!

Hands together, Ortier coming head down again.

The eyes that I looked at slightly upwards had the color of a tight plea.

"I see, you're not going to do anything with a monopoly on nominations. Some people try to screw if they're free, but if they have other customers, they don't."

"Yeah! Because I'll let you do anything afterwards instead. Hey! A lifetime favor!

Once again, a lifetime favor that came out.

You really want to help that "sister".

"I don't mind."

"Really!?

"You don't have to do anything, just nominate me, do you?

"Yeah! Oh, I'd love to have you in my room with me to deceive someone else's eyes,"

"That's right. That's good."

"Thanks!"

Ortier jumped at me, arms around my neck and hugged me.

This unyielding emotional expression, it's not just colorful and erotic. Friendliness.

Somehow I thought that was one of the reasons Ortier was a popular whore.

A few days later, in the same whorehouse.

As I waited in the seating area provided in the form of a rent-out, the drawer opened and one woman showed herself.

He is not flashy, but he is dressed in a dress that combines elegance and colour.

The tricks and waist were classy but glossy, and I felt like a popular whore.

"I'll see you first. We are Hestia."

Hestia walked into my room and snorted at me.

At that time, she had long hair and spilled it from her shoulder.

Then what I saw was long, pointed, distinctive ears.

Oh, the Ear Elves?

It's rare inside that an elf who barely comes out to people and pulls into the woods all over the world is doing a whore.

I know there's something going on, but let's get into it.

I think I heard from Hermes and Ortier.

"Many thanks to the Lord"

"Never mind. I'm relaxing here, so you can do whatever you want. Is that all right with you?

……

"What, the face like a pigeon ate a bean cannon like that?"

"... Lord, there is nothing strange about your body, so Arinsu?

"Body? No, nothing."

……

Hestia looked increasingly surprised.

What? Can't you do it without the anomaly?

"We seem to emit fragrance from our bodies."

Hestia suddenly spoke out.

"Scent? Oh, don't smell good"

"... the scent drives a man crazy."

"Crazy?"

"Arinsu because the fragrance itself seems to have an intense ecstasy, horny effect"

"Heh."

That's amazing.

"That's convenient for work - oh, so you're talking about not resting"

Hestia nodded quietly.

I see.

If your body odor is effective and you can't get in and out of it (I'm saying it sounds like it), you can be a whore, but don't lose it when you rest the other way.

If that's the level of "driving a man crazy," you'll have trouble rushing it.

Well, that hand thing doesn't work for me.

"Never mind. You can rest. If you want me to order something, you can make up your mind. I will charge the alternates later. You said you'd do anything."

"Thank you."

A paragraph of the story turned away from Hestia and looked out the window.

Outside the open window you can see the flourishing streets of Pindos.

I looked at it, not doing anything in particular.

Ortier asked me to fill Hestia's plans as a guest and be a jetty from the other guests.

I mean, I can accomplish that just because I'm goofy here.

I'm good at goofing around. I'm so used to it.

I decided not to even drink alcohol this time so as not to make mistakes in many ways.

Phew... perfect.

That way, after a while of goofing around, I felt quiet when Hestia's signs did.

Turning around, Hestia is rowing the boat as she sits in the sitting area.

Nothing. I don't care about rowing the boat per se, but as soon as I turned around, the wind blew in through the window and Hestia, sleeping, blurted and shivered.

"If you catch a cold, Ortier will resent you."

He snapped, closed the window, approached Hestia, and gently hung his jacket.

"Ah..."

I meant to be polite, but I woke Hestia up.

She's at close range. Look at me, she frowns.

"If you're tired, you can lie down."

So I went back to the window.

Hestia is surprised and notices the jacket I put on her shortly afterwards.

"... thanks"

She gently touched the shoulder of one of her jackets.

Her face was slightly red.

Somewhat liked it, well, that's about it.

I hung my jacket on a shivering woman.

I'm perfectly fine with this behavior being likened to someone else.

What I would do if I had a normal nerve in terms of personality that had nothing to do with my abilities or anything.

Something I'll do. I don't know why, but I'm fine with this.

I spent time with Hestia, only gently.

Then for a while I went to the whorehouse every day.

As Ortier's "lifetime favor," he went to the whorehouse every day and became Hestia's jetty.

Nothing in particular.

Sometimes Hestia's signs didn't want "something," and I thought it was dangerous to get my hands on it.

He's releasing it from Hestia's body. A horny pheromone.

That doesn't work for me, that's why I don't do anything.

In this case, if you do something nice that doesn't work, you fall into a crock.

It has been so far. So I don't do anything.

We had an occasional conversation.

"The Lord often comes to the whorehouse, so Arinsu?

"Little bit."

"The wife won't say anything, so Arinsu?

'Cause he's not here yet.

What an irrelevant conversation.

I felt the distance between my heart shrink.

On the first day I was somewhat wary, but completely gone from the way.

Maybe they just liked it a little bit.

So, I kept going to the whorehouse for ten days.

There's nothing going on with Hestia, but break it down a little.

Ten days of promises passed.

"Ri, Ri, Lord. Good morning, Das."

When I finished my errand and tried to roll out to the city, I grabbed Nassos in the garden.

Nassos, a former debt taker scouted before.

Apparently he was talented at taking up taxes and has been using them at the Canoe family ever since.

"Ooh."

Speaking of which, lord, you heard that rumor, Das.

"Rumors?"

"This huge whore thing from the capital, Das."

"Hmm? Yeah, for once."

I blurred the reply and tried to blur it.

"Rumor has it she's a great beauty, Das."

"Is that so?

"Yes Das. But Das, who barely shows up since he came to Pindos. Rumor has it you'll always be with the same guy, Das."

"Heh."

I stopped and struck a match normally.

That's all I expected.

The rumored super famous whore, about which it has always taken the same customers, usually expected to be rumored.

So I stopped talking to Ortier and the whorehouse.

"Who the hell is Das the Fruiter..."

Strangely, then Nassos twisted his neck in envy.

Rumors don't seem to indicate who I am.

Apparently, he's keeping it a proper secret.

"Everybody's rumouring, Das, you must be amazing rich, amazing good man, Das,"

Whoa, is that what you're talking about?

... well, that's about it, that's not enough to panic about yet.

You've been nominating super fancy hookers for a long time, and the position of rich is speculated on its own no matter how much it stops.

But no problem.

Hestia finishes her 10th holiday and goes back...

"A good whore for a good man. Hestia seems to be in Pindos forever, so I'd both like to see her face once and for all someday, Das."

"To?"

Now what?

"All the time, who?

"About Hestia, Das"

"To this pindos?

"Yes, Das."

"... why?

"Rumor Das, but I fell in love with the guy, so that means I'll stay forever, Das"

To?

I said I fell in love, no way.

I figured that out, but you're not in love.

No, no, no, that's not the problem.

The problem is...

"I've kicked all the reservations three years away, royal reservations, Das. That's about it man... what an amazing man Das..."

Hestia's reputation and popularity were about to slip and become my assessment.