Ore wa Mada, Honki o Dashite Inai

"Hey, hey, why are you telling me that Hermes doesn't want to be so hard on you?

In her usual whorehouse, she suddenly asked me that as she was soothing her tiredness while she had Ortier do her tit pillows.

"What the hell?"

"'Cause you care, don't you? He's already found out what it means to hide it."

"Gu......"

I got a little bit of a gutter on my chest.

Come on... I thought you might find out, but when they say it again, I feel like I'm not hanging up a bit.

Memories of previous accidents and such came back to me, and I leaked a groan of "whoops".

"Hey, why?

"Well... because I don't want to get caught up in the nasty smell. I told you before."

"Well, I hear that."

"It stinks a lot when it comes to being strong. More to do, more to be asked, and more to do."

... I thought for a moment that it was probably still happening, but I shook off the idea in a hurry.

"Um, but come on, that kid Hermes's been getting along with lately, uh... Demon King?

"Kaori."

"Oh. That kid is so strong, isn't he? Blah, blah, blah, blah. Better than a human being."

"Oh."

"But you're not in trouble, are you? Rather, when you're listening, you feel like you can throw other troublesome things because you're strong?

"Um, well, I guess so"

That's why.

Ortier glanced at my face from above.

"Hermes, you just have to be the strongest and kick your ass with it"

……

"That's good, hey, it's a Ikegogo"

Staring at me from above, Ortier, beating me up with Norinoli.

I don't know what this...

"Did someone ask you to do that?

"Huh?"

"Did he ask you to give me money or something to persuade me to do? Around your sister and whatnot."

The next moment I heard that, Ortier stood up without warning and my back of the head ran into bed with a loss of breast pillows.

It didn't hurt, but all of a sudden I was surprised.

"Hey, what's all the sudden"

……

"Ortier?"

Stand up and look down from the top of me, Ortier.

Unusual, I felt angry.

"What's the matter, suddenly?

"I'm a whore."

"Hmm?"

"I don't get paid anything but flirting with a guy."

"... ah"

Second, I remember right after I took the lord.

They said the same thing then.

I was thankful for your help and I tried to give you the money and you refused.

"Hermes, you're terrible! We've known each other a long time. I thought you knew that."

"Wow, sorry."

I'm seriously angry, Ortier.

It was a delicacy free word that trampled her bully.

"Really bad, forgive me"

……

"This is it."

Get up, face her straight, hands together and head down.

I bowed my head in momentum that if I could not forgive you for this, I would have to sit down.

About a few dozen seconds, after awkward silence.

"Do you really do anything?

"Oh, I'll do anything!

I gave her a face because it seemed like she could forgive me, but Ortier's face bowed her head again because she was still angry.

"Then help me."

"Okay, I'll do anything! What am I supposed to do?

"It's time to decide on the ranking of the most popular whores."

"Popular whore... is that the one competing for the 'thickness of the customer'"

"Damn, that"

Ranking of popular whores, thickness of customers.

The one that often comes out in all sorts of Ortier photo albums that I always read.

It competes for the popularity of famous whores.

"What am I supposed to do with that? Does the thickness of the customer mean I should drop the money?

I'll give you as much as you want.

"No, no. It's about the thickness of the customer, but it's a jerk gag."

"What?"

"Officially, the ranking of how satisfied a woman a customer with a whore is"

"Satisfy the woman - the thickness of the customer... Whoa!

I mean, you're a jerk gag, you're a punk!

"Why is that ranking?"

"For example, if the total number of guests you have can satisfy 10 women. Isn't it amazing what a whore you're satisfying with? Of course, 100 more than 10, 1000 more than 100."

"Is that what it was..."

I wish I didn't know, I don't know.

"Hermes, isn't that amazing? Let me check that out and put it on my score?

"Up?"

"Yeah, get on it."

"... I see"

Then... that might be nice.

It's not just me, it's not noticeable if my share means I'm going to get mixed up in a group.

"... don't you have my name?

"Why do you have a man's name in the rankings of whores? Everybody, no."

I asked just in case, but that's right.

"Okay, that, what do I do?

"Just give me a kiss after hanging the magic on me"

"Is that all you need?

"That's all. It's not deceptive, though, because it measures the possibilities and limits. What do we do?"

"I'll do it, I apologize."

"hehe, thanks"

Ortier smiled happily and kissed me after he called the shop boy to hang his magic.

I felt the same way when I applied aristocracy before.

"What do you say?

"Uh... wow! Even for 200 people"

"That's... amazing, huh?

I'm a man too, I wouldn't feel bad if they told me I could satisfy 200 women.

Thank you, Hermes.

I didn't feel worse and worse when I saw Ortier looking happy. It was me.

"Hehe, now I think I can win a single division"

"Huh? Single?

"Yeah. You see, there's a division of all the thickness of the customers you have and a division of the thickness of a single customer. 200 is a smash."

"... hey, Ortier"

"What?"

It's not my name, is it?

"It's not okay. But I guess we all know Hermes is good at me. I answered in an interview before."

"... whoops!

Ortier...... what have you done to me.