Ore wa Mada, Honki o Dashite Inai

On this day, the administration was there, and I rolled out to the city.

The city of Pindos, which has been vibrant lately, is quite enjoyable just hanging around appropriately.

People, things.

Above all, he also had entertainment like a street performer.

Even now, the street performer of a woman with a fireball at the end of the string and a bungee spinning around with only her legs was getting a compliment.

It was beautiful even as a dance, so I threw more money.

When I threw it, it became a call water and the other tourists threw money.

A woman gave a deep tribute to the spectator and tried to start a new art even more.

"Does that really work?

"He said it works so well. Just a drop in the drink. It's a bin overnight. I've done it more than 10 times."

"Hmm?"

A pair of guys walking right behind you.

It didn't seem like there was anything distinctive about it, I was concerned about the conversation between the two of them.

Turning around, one of the two people walking away had a small glass bottle.

"Ecstasy or tonic? Maybe both."

How many women you hold in one night, the number of times.

Alongside the hardness and length of the male organ, it's where it gets a lot involved in a man's pride.

Medicines and magic on that side have been developed in a variety of ways since ancient times.

If, as the man really says, "ten or more times in one night," it means it's pretty good.

On the other hand, if it's that effective, some people are anxious to talk to first.

"Yeah? Isn't that a little nasty? I don't care what you think."

Of the pair, the man with no medication frowned and laughed bitterly.

"No, seriously. I actually tried it, and it came from the right place."

"Where did you come from?"

"Look over there, an Ortier is a whore. She sold it to me."

"Huh? Is that Ortier..."

At first, the man who thought the ecstasy was a frown spit also expressed an interest as soon as he heard the origin was Ortier.

……

On the other hand, I was frowning in a different way.

"There you are, Hermes. I came to the right place. Four peas now - it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!

With regard to the whorehouse, he visited Ortier, who had said such a thing at the opening immediately after entering the room.

I'll pinch him from left to right and grind him to a soft head.

Fluffy, and usual scent tickled my nasal cavity.

"As usual."

"Really? They're no longer customers."

Inside the room were Hestia and Daphne.

"You were both there"

"It's been a while since I've been here to see you."

"Hestia, it's been a long time since I've spoken to you properly. I was having a girls' party."

Well, I nodded.

We're both close to Ortier, and they're both her "sister" beings.

Speaking of which, I was somewhat wondering which was the better position, but now I know for the most part.

Daphne looks like a 10-year-old girl, but sometimes she's half an elf and a dwarf, and her real age is pretty high.

Perhaps you've known Hestia since she was "Hestia."

"What's wrong, Hermes, look at you two with that serious face"

Because of the loosening of the ewe boss, Ortier acted as if she hadn't just penetrated or something, tilting her neck and listening.

"Oh, no"

"Oh well."

You noticed something, Ortier tapped Pong and his hand.

"Sister Hestia is already retired, so not 4P, but 3P - it hurts, it hurts, it hurts."

Do weird things again, but re-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Now a little stronger, grinding with a degree of intensity that sounds to the core when it's done.

"We're still friends."

……

"Hestia doesn't have to bake a jerk, Hestia should be able to do her own thing."

"Beh, I can't believe I'm a jerk..."

"Yes, sir. It's time for us to disperse. He's not a stranger, so I sat here for a while, but he's a proper customer, so I shouldn't interrupt."

"... right"

Daphne and Hestia nodded at each other, trying to get up and get out of the room.

"No, you don't have to go"

"Really?

"Ya, I knew it was 4P... then nothing..."

"No!

Hestia brings redness to her face.

No, no, I'm pretending, but oddly enough, I decided not to go in there.

I'm gonna stick it in the two of us, stop walking out, and then I'm gonna take a look at Ortier.

I looked straight in the face, I saw the whole body.

I remembered how my hands felt when I had two bovines.

"It's weak, and it's sweet to hide, by the way. Well, to this extent."

"Hermes? What are you crushing?

"Ortier. Close your eyes, please."

"Wow, it's..."

"... nice"

The said Ortier came together as if he had been poked in the void.

Then he grinned, "Ugh," clinging to my chest plate with his elbow.

"Hermes, are you finally willing? 'Cause I don't feel comfortable anymore."

At the end of the day, he said, "I can't help it," and then Ortier closed her eyes, as she was told, and turned her face up.

It is the perfect, kissing face.

I put my left hand on her cheek - I decoupled it on my forehead with my right hand.

"Hiya!

"Huh?"

It's a novel kiss.

Surprising Hestia, Daphne responding deviantly.

At the next moment, a white object popped out of the back of Ortier's head.

They started it with my decopin. It's trying to escape in a hurry.

"Tsukasa"

I clasped my hands, and I did it.

Then it (,) pulled me back this way, like a dog with a lead on it.

I'm back. Catch that disappointing.

"Is that it? Me... what were you doing?

Rubbing his forehead, Ortier looks around wonderfully for a moment.

Having seen the behavior, Daphne and Hestia saw what I was grabbing with some "ha" face.

"It's... What is it?

"You're the lowest spirits. Possess by people and play pranks. No big harm, but it's easier to get rid of it."

"Again. I haven't seen him lately, so I was totally off guard."

Daphne sighed, hah.

"You got it. She's possessed."

I've heard it on Hestia's impressed face.

You're here.

Now they'll say "wow" again when they say "you can see it" or something.

I've prepared, I said answers that have nothing to do with my abilities.

"I heard about the man who got Ortier to sell his ecstasy. Ortier doesn't get paid for anything but hookers, that's what you said.

"Huh...?

"Technically, I don't get paid for anything other than what I serve. I knew that, so I thought this was crazy."

"Hermes..."

Ortier blushed, moistened her eyes and stared at me more than she had just "kissed her face".

... Is that it? Is that it?

Did I do something?

"It's a killing complaint."

"You're a dick. It's wild to be here any longer."

"And then take your time."

Daphne and Hestia, for some reason, looked impressed, nibbling, and walked away from the room.

Then Ortier hugged me and buried my face in the chest plate.

"Hermes..."

"Oh, Ortier?

"Glad..."

Shimmering, crushing Ortier, and I'm so sure of it.

What? Why?

I didn't do anything, did I?

After this, I had Ortier serve me a mess.