Ore wa Mada, Honki o Dashite Inai

"Hermes, please for the rest of your life - it hurts, I was just there!

Put your hands together and let Ortier, who worships me, eat the sea urchin.

It's a sad sight in a way to have no colour at all for the situation of being alone with a popular whore in a whorehouse.

"Yours, how many times in your life?"

Separate each word to strengthen the power of the Umebos each time.

"I was there! Hey, that's good! I usually serve the first cup, so just ask me."

"I'm saying it's a matter of frequency. At least make it about a month."

"Uh, Monday. Make it Monday, a lifetime favor!

"Do anything. Do me a favor in three! Stop being like that!

"I was just there."

More roaming with sea urchins.

Ortier jitters in my arms.

It conveys a good scent from the head right in front of the face and the plumpness and softness of the fluttering body.

It's directly connected to the lower body. The nerves muzzle.

Damn this guy......

It's a lifelong favor, but it brings it to the flow of nature and snuggling.

I know how popular it is, although it's not an extinct beauty or anything.

"Fair enough. So, what's a favor?

"Uh, introduce me to a fat customer - I was there! What are you doing?"

Ortier looks at me in tears, real tears.

"Oh, no, I'm a little annoyed"

"Don't! Listen to me till the end! Not really, my sister."

"Sister, you mean whore."

"Yeah! It's called Daphne. Sister Daphne, you're the one who does everything for money."

"Anything?

"Anything."

Ortier snorts clearly.

"Let's say UoKo..."

"Stop! I don't want to hear any more specifics"

"Oh, no, not until I show you."

"It's subtly nothing. It!

I went in as far as I wanted.

For what it's worth for money, it's far milder and the other way around than you can imagine.

"So, I want you to introduce me to a fuzzy guest who will accompany me to that. See, Hermes, you're a nobleman even if you rot?

"I'm not screwed."

"Hey! A lifetime favor"

"Ha... well, that's fine"

I nodded, without thinking in particular.

It is not uncommon for nobles to introduce each other to such things.

Because nobility has a lot of political marriages.

Political marriage rarely sprouts affection, and it doesn't mean my wife can do whatever she wants. Because it develops into problems between houses.

And most importantly, nobility is often sexually strange.

For some reason, it is very common.

"Hermes is an Ortiamaniac, too."

"Ugh, don't poke me in the voice of my heart"

"No, no, I stuck it in my face. Because that's what he looked like."

"What a face!

"Hermes, you're way more on your face than you think you are, aren't you?

……

Anyway.

Because there are so many things wrong with sexuality, it is normal to introduce women who can be loved by nobles.

Normal.

This is my boom these days.

It's been a mistake.

Though I dare try to behave badly and most of the time the opposite happens.

If you behave normally, it's hard to do that if you're only doing normal things.

I changed my policy.

"Okay, I'll bring you if you know a nobleman. Do you have any pictures or anything, by the way? It's easier to introduce if there is one."

"Yeah, this"

"Which one - Yikes!

I opened the window and threw the photo into the sky in a fancy form.

"Yeah, well, that's my sister's form."

"Don't get away with reality for a second. Yes, this is spare, so hold it properly."

Ortier has another one - the same picture he just shoved into my hand.

A whore named Daphne, who would do anything for money, was a child.

Blah, he was only a 10-year-old kid.

And pretty cute.

Lovely as a doll.

"You can't do this! This is a crime."

"You said you were my sister. I'm still an adult."

"To?"

"Look, of the elves and the dwarves half"

There are various races around the world, and very rarely a half is born in just a few examples.

When you are born in half from one of them, Dwarf's father and Elf's mother, you will only grow up to about 130 cm of your life by inheriting Dwarf's blood, and you will be very young and long lived with Elf's blood.

The appearance is about a human girl forever, and startlingly long lives.

"Sister Daphne, you're still over 100 years old."

"Oh, really?"

"Well, if you fix it to human age, you're only about 10."

"So out!!

"Anyway, please, hey!

Ortier turned to me, put his hands together, and winked with one eye closed.

"I mean, you're not asking me to."

"'Cause, Hermes, you like tits as much as you pull a little"

"Don't pull it! Man likes tits and don't pull it off! You're the most normal!

"No, no, no."

Ortier raised her index finger, chipped, and loosened.

"Huh?"

"Tit lovers are ok. I'm not, I like 'enough to pull' tits."

"... Huh? Is that normal?"

"Non non"

They rocked my index finger again.

"Hikuru. I'm a whore, but I pull enough. After all, a lot of nobles are a little perverted."

"I'm normal!

Oh, I'm normal!

"It's okay, because I like hermes like that"

"Ugh..."

"More than that, hey. Please, introduce people to Sister Daphne because she's full of tits."

Keep your hands together and look up at me, Ortier.

I don't know, but I can't help it.

I left Ortier's room and tried to leave the whorehouse behind.

I've been asked to, and I'm shocked by a lot of things.

I thought I'd go home today.

"Have you eaten?"

When I came down to the first floor of the store and was in the lobby, they talked to me.

"Oh, you're..."

Surprised.

It was the king who was there.

The king I had just met the other day was dressed in a sneaky manner.

This is the lord I know.

A small-time shopkeeper came and told him to softly ear it.

"Oh... I know you"

At the mouthpiece of the small-timer, the king saw that he had not named himself.

I treat you quite well as an acquaintance of mine who is only a nobleman.

I'm sorry if this is the king.

"Uh..."

I try to listen, but I'm not sure what to call it first.

"It's King."

"King..........................."

Somehow, it's a pseudonym that makes me want to hang on to if I'm willing to hide it.

can't if it goes in, i put up with it.

"Uh, Mr. King, is this for me?

"I just wanted to say something. Look, there's something about your father, and he treats you with a lot of respect in front of Mr. Hestia, but don't get me wrong."

"Okay."

Did you come here to tell me that?

That would be fine, and I'm a little relieved.

There is no way you can "mistake" your relationship with the King on track.

I live "normally".

Viscount and king, you know the normal.

"Hey, hey, Hermes, could this guy be rich, too?

"Huh? Oh well..."

"You're rich, Hermes. You know me."

"Right."

I saw King wondering what to do.

King said, "What's up?" stares at me with a sinister face.

"Hey, introduce me to this guy."

"Hmm, is that the story? I don't want it."

King stumbled.

"I'm not interested in women."

Well, a king would.

In that position, a woman is more difficult than a woman.

When I met Hestia in the first place, I was afraid of her being a "father's daughter", but I didn't feel like I was having an affair.

It's not even that Hestia, so Daphne won't be able to.

"Don't say that. Hey. Look, you, Sister Daphne, call me."

"Yes!"

Ortier told me that a small boy ran behind the whorehouse in advance.

"Well, I'm not free."

Excuse me.

"Well, I'm not interested in women, but I want to ask you something. Tell me more about your relationship with Mr. Hestia."

Well, this will happen.

From King's point of view, it would be disgusting if you didn't get a good grasp of my relationship with Hestia.

Well, what do we do?

"Oh, then I'll be with you. I introduced you to my sister."

"Okay, then make a seat"

"Yes!"

You felt an upbeat atmosphere from the story, and both Ortier and the whorehouse humans hurried off.

I was in a bit of trouble the other way around.

Let's fool around.

Be bad and (,,,,) convinced.

That's what I thought.

"Where are the customers who will be Daphne's customers?

I heard a young girl.

When I looked at the voice, I saw a girl about 10 years old showing up in a cute dress.

Dwarf and elf half, whore Daphne.

I knew you were a child when I tried this.

Even though I'm over 100 years old, I can't do this.

Anyway, I didn't even respond to Hestia's incense.

"... good"

"What?"

I felt like I heard it suck, so I turned sideways.

Then I was looking at Daphne with King's blood-running eyes making tannic surfaces until just now.

"Fine, that's great. Puffy cheeks, smooth hands and feet, but not quite there."

"... Yep"

King instantly became obsessed with Daphne.

"That's what you didn't react to Hestia's body odor (pheromones)...?

"Hermes!

"Ah, oh. Hey, what?

"Is this the girl you want to introduce me to?

"Well that's the thing..."

"Thanks! Thanks! I will definitely thank you for this!

That's what King said, took Daphne's hand and went upstairs.

Totally ignored the liquor table you had prepared for me because you wanted to talk to me, and I chose to be alone with Daphne.

"Haha, I knew noblemen were perverts"

Ortier went to have fun.

No, more than that.

"Not good... not good..."

"Huh? What's wrong?

"Thanks to that guy... it's definitely not good"

"Why?"

That's because he's a king... I couldn't tell him even if his mouth was torn.

Thanks to the king, it's definitely remarkable.

Ha......

I sighed. My prediction hit.

Plus, in a pretty bad way.

The good offices of the whore - even among the nobles, but in the face of the king, he can't speak publicly.

It was the Slime Road Crusade that made me that scapegoat.

I got the Cross Medal of the Slime Road Crusade again, fourth.

This time, the source is immediate to the king, and he says, "Don't ask me anything unnecessary," a super strict dictum.

Rumors exploded because of the degree and speculation.

Viscount Canoe brought something more than a misrill to His Majesty.

And a huge rumor spread.