Chapter 655

Chapter 655: Summer Spirit Festival 12 [Talk Whores]

A few hookers gathered on the spot, so-so don’t rush me, slap me on the shoulder and let me sit in a nearby couch, then sit on the floor to form a circle in front of them and start consulting.

“Rotating play with a fera to Orthodox first?

“Hmm… but the Isabel coin rule is that if you pull one shot out, it’s over, so hey. It’s boring to say there’s four of us, five of us, and it’s not Oshimai, is it? You want to sprinkle it all over Manko?

“No, wait a minute, Rosa. That reasoning is strange. It should never be abnormal sexuality to like Fella’s more than Omako’s. Excellent Fellas are more awesome than Omako.”

“General Theory. Generally speaking, this one is more expensive. There are no whores who charge more than Omako. Which way do you want to spend the coin? OK?”

“… yeah”

“When it comes to the theme of how hot you will have a manko experience…”

Six almost bare (just wrapped a piece of transparent cloth) hookers who have begun planning meetings with a true face. 3 Dark Elves 1 Orga 1 Fox Beast Man. Probably one more human woman.

Probably because of the strange presence when I saw it, or because of the unbeatable atmosphere of the other whores. Whatever the long-lived species, even the short-lived species will be distracted when they are young, right? Normal.

“I have a question”

I’ll put my hands up and break into their meeting.

“Go ahead.”

“When I got this, they said,” I’m going to dictate to the whore, and if I’m bad at dictation, I can wind it up with a ferret or a handjob. “

“Uh, that’s Sister Isabel’s threat, the threat. Occasionally, there are abusive people who can mistake it for ‘whatever you want’.”

The dark elf whore (who tied a single permed silver hair) tells me.

“Once upon a time, when I thought I’d gotten that coin, I jumped in to another customer who was playing nearby, and there wasn’t a fool who took and raped the whore who was in the middle of getting laid right now. Well, soon, Sister Isabelle chased me down and half-killed me.”

“… uh, Mr. Isabel?

She was also luxurious… or Angelos-like. A man’s customer?

“You can’t see, can you? At first, he was strong enough to walk into this store as a baton. The way you talk, it’s like that, so we’re all caught off guard.”

“Oh, well… people don’t look like it”

I wonder if that’s why I also spotted the strength of Angelos and Naia.

Well, it’s not indispensable for a woman you don’t see, is it, around me?

I mean, you went in as a caution stick, and now you’re acting like such a good, whore leader?

That stirs up a lot of imagination.

“But basically, I only give that coin to people who want me to be a shopkeeper. For us, it’s about service.”

“Sure, taking a coin for a cluttered service doesn’t piss me off, but I need to make people with that coin want to come on their own this time. Cosmos headquarters is Talc’s best female body paradise.”

I don’t know…… hot posture whores. The spirit of the company is strangely strong.

“Hmmm… it’s better than being imitated all the time… but you’re kind of close, sisters”

If you’re so aggressive about picking up customers, don’t get together like this and scrape off the wax. Yes, it is.

Making it a customer would mean captivating equals own sexual moves.

Even if you work with others and let them experience it superbly, you don’t have a good chance of becoming your own customer. Wouldn’t it be a push away?

… and I thought.

“Anyway, if this is all an open whorehouse, you can’t narrow it down to the lady you’re looking for until you taste it all, can you? While we’re at it, I can see the kid over there and the kid over here.”

“… remains, well, it’s… the fact that you want to”

I thought the whorehouse was narrower and more closed. Tails are basic in private rooms, like.

Even porn scrolls roughly do, don’t they?

But this Cosmos HQ is different.

In a large room with a good prospect, in a curtain that is not very tightly closed, the figure of the hookers appears like a shadow painting, and occasionally also directly from the gap.

There seemed to be larger private rooms if we went deeper, but more or less the play would seem to be done in the curtains of this large room.

When that happens, it’s self-evident reason to look away.

“Huh. That’s fine. You’ll go to this hall first. It’s fun to have all kinds of whores. While I find my favorite child in it, I stumble on the child I see when I feel like it. It’s like a familiar dining room menu. We don’t have a system for personal contact or anything. We have a lot of dark elves, so it’s not that easy to change the appearance. It’s good to be passionate and have fun.”

“… eh, you don’t have a contract?

“Yeah. They’re all hookers with hobbies.”

“There’s only one kid who loves porn at its roots. ♪ Someone else is pretty surprised, though.”

… Uh.

The general whorehouse…… or whore has nasty circumstances. Mostly money.

Or else it wouldn’t be the idea to sell the body.

After all, opening a crotch is all that matters to a woman. It should be.

… and that’s where I realize. In this town, where erotic magic is highly developed and where there are almost zero risk elements for sexual activity such as pregnancy and STDs, what do you think?

And what kind of outlook on life can be born if Auga’s racist “love is always taken away” value-based sexual ethic is combined with its low risk to pornography.

It’s not just the Auga. “A thousand years is too long to spend just staring at each other,” Nancy also said. Because of its long life, long-lived species also have the aspect of never considering marriage.

And, if so.

“Oh well. If the risk of being so horny is so low… and still porn is made up as a business, is it also ant to dare live a way of being horny”

“Ooh. Quite quickly, sir.”

“Yes, yes. This is where all those women are. Of course, it’s not like we don’t have any nasty customers, and it’s not like we don’t struggle. But it’s the motto here that makes us all feel good and happy ♪ So if you can figure out the attraction of the store itself, that’s what makes us happy in the end ♪”

“Oh, and by the way, whore birth control isn’t compulsory, so some women deliberately get pregnant with the child of a friendly customer? There’s a nursery right next to here… and if you find a child you want to get pregnant with, if you just go through and dictate, maybe you’ll get pregnant…?

The whores whisper the charm of this store as they tangle with me.

Oh, my God.

What a peach town of porn.

Is that an ant, too, and I glance at the unseen nudity of the beauties as I clamor.

“So… what kind of ejaculation do you want?

The first august whore who invited me whispers in a sweet voice.

…………

I think about it for a while… I make the bin jump the erections a little while and follow through with suggestions.

“Sometimes, but hey… customers of these hobbies…”

“If it wasn’t here, the neighborhood would be just as pissed off.”

Miss Felicia, a fox beast, tilts her neck for fun at the whining of an upbeat Auga lady (who seems to be named Domina).

Six other whores were gathered together, all of them, on the street in front of the whorehouse… all of them, coming out looking like one thin cloth.

Not directly above but still high in the sun, in the path of shade beneath the blue sky, their appearance is clearly visible to everyone’s eyes.

It is in the whorehouse that the whores, who are naked as part of their work, are taken out as they are and committed with dignity.

Will such outrage be tolerated? It was something I suggested with half-baked barbaric courage, but what an honest listen the hookers were stepping out on the street with me, pulling my hand intact and without any special preparation.

“There are also exposure hobbies for the needs of customers… even in whorehouses. That’s the structure, and it’s what others are looking at anyway”

“But the museum will use soundproofing magic when you start playing, so you may not feel a bit…. as long as we’re three blocks down the street, standing back in the middle of the street won’t disturb us all.”

“From whom? Naturally, you’ll have to ejaculate until they all turn around…”

The hookers poke their hands at the entrance to the liquor store and against the wall, which is also well visible from the souvenir shop, pointing at me with the kind of aptitude that sticks out their quick butts, appealing to me that I can start right away.

Miss Marche of the human race from the edge, Miss Sofi of the dark elves, Miss Luise. Miss Felicia the Fox Beast Man, Miss Rosa the Dark Elf, and Miss Domina the Orga.

Everyone spreads their legs to the letter of Ha, sticks out Tera Terra and Wet Omako, and waits for my insertion.

“… I’ve already done this, I don’t know what clothes are…”

“Uh, yeah, right.”

“Uh.”

Then, one step ahead of me approaching, I will loosely drop the thin cloth that I had fastened with a small brooch and try to look unwrapped.

Everyone looks so full of excitement and exasperation even with such a fit, that they never look frightened by the sluts that are about to begin. Good battle with our female slaves, just to say I love porn all the time.

“I can’t believe you let me play this far with a single coin……”

“Special, special. Service because you’ve come to a place where everyone is bored…… whoa…”

From the white ass of a human race, he goes in.

Miss Marche, who may even look young, was just a whore.

Guru, and my penis into the roots without difficulty. On a thin cloth that fell at your feet, a splash of overflowing love fluid.

He angles his hips subtly while looking naked, and tightens his vagina at the moment of pulling it out to give strong pleasure to his cali neck.

“You’re so young…”

“Huh… ‘Cause you’re an elite…”

“What, elite?

“Parent-child fourth generation whore here…… ♪ I’ve known the taste of samen for a long time… ♪

“… er”

No, I don’t think so. It’s also a dong to the fact that there’s a guy who gives a toddler a simmer before he gets tempted.

“Oh, why is your penis a little softer?

“Marche, I told you that’s usually how you react.”

“Yeah, but on the other hand, there are quite a few people who are going to be hi-hi, right?

“You’re attracting too many weird hobbyists.”

Miss Marche, who doesn’t know why she’s being pulled.

“Could I have worked in a store since I was a toddler…?

I checked with Miss Sophie in the dark elf next door, and it looks like it was just the last year or so that she started working. Still, Omako feels a little dark around him who is quite used to it, but this is also due to his low sexual risk.

I don’t get pregnant with magic, and everything has magic that can never be cut off by a polar chick. That’s sexual greed. Adolescence is the time to fuck.

“I’m sorry. I don’t have that kind of weird circumstance, so you can poke me all you want, okay?

“No, it doesn’t matter if I poke as much as I want with it…”

Miss Sophie is a blonde dark elf. A little flashy looking, but common sense is that the statements are the most important of these six.

Though sluts are by no means inferior to the rest of us around, around showing no resistance whatsoever to grand rape from day to day in the middle of a street like this.

“Even if I ejaculate like that, OK… Oh, and me, because I’m a natural pregnancist…”

“Yes?”

“Dark elves are hard to get pregnant with, aren’t they? I don’t get pregnant by myself, and if I do, I’m not going to fall for it. Maybe I can make one out of your semen, irresponsibly?

“I like to get pregnant… but if you mean to get pregnant with my child, stop being a whore”

“Oh.”

“Am I a daughter-in-law… only a female slave can have children?”

Whispering in her ears, she goes back and forth a few times through her vagina and pulls it through a little rambling.

“Which one of the females… That’s a good hobby…”

Whimpering funny, Miss Luise next door leaving Miss Sophie dripping with scratched out love liquid.

“I don’t know where your husband is, but is it your first time in a whorehouse and there’s no such thing as female slavery?

Keeping her liberating naked, provocatively speaking but waving her butt, she’s sticking her cock in Miss Sophie’s love fluids.

“I don’t think you can believe it, but there are many of them. The female slaves, who swear to give birth to as many of them as they want.”

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“Doesn’t that sound like you don’t need a whorehouse?

“It’s a social study… I don’t know much about professional Omako, so I was told to come through it”

“I don’t know, pro… this is what your female slave lets me do?

“Wataru”

“Oh.”

Miss Luise seemed to be a touchy, not too disturbed, and didn’t change her expression much when she went back and forth in her penis. Well, I guess there’s no such thing as insensitivity because love liquids are as common as other daughters.

And Miss Felicia, the fox beast man, is waiting for my arrival with a puffy tail swing.

“New to Fox Manko?

“Exactly…”

“Eh heh. Then… let it out eh”

“Whoa!?

Miss Felicia wiggles her white tail as she tightens with her cucumber.

Only the plugging tail, which is not quantifiable with the cats, is highly effective in changing the center of gravity, and a sensation that has never been tasted before strikes the penis.

Even though I’ve been poking at you before and sneaking consciousness and controlling you not to overenhance your pleasure, the pleasure of that tail twist is beyond my expectations and my desire for ejaculation increases away from control.

I pull back in a hurry, but I can’t put anything back up to dangerous waters once, and I end up trying to bury my penis in her tail and ejaculate with the view…… the other whore I was watching is taken away from me.

“Wow… Felicia’s tail, drool…”

“So much out……!?

“Ahhh… I’m out”

I get the same white tail as her snowy hair cloudy and dirty and I’m disappointed.

I’m out.

… Whatever you do, it’s free to go this far. But no more……

And I think, pom pom, and he slaps me on the shoulder.

Looking back, Miss Isabel…. she also stays in a transparent costume.

But the other passers-by on the street, or the guy who would be a whorehouse guest, and the employees of the other stores are not particularly noisy, I really think this is the territory of the whorehouse.

Yes, and she puts something on my hand.

…… Isabel Coin.

“Oh, why?”

“I heard it was your birthday. It’s a bonus. Mr. Domina’s going to be pissed off when we’re done here. Exactly. Isabelle and Domina from Auga are in trouble.”

“Oh, I won’t break out. I mean, I’m going to be sister Isabelle…”

“Mr. Domina. I bet it’s hard to say extra.”

“… Hi”

That…. Mr. Isabelle, I wonder if you want to hide that you might be oddly strong.

I’m sorry. I already asked.

“Well, one more shot,”

“… oh wow, you don’t keep going from me!?

“Yeah. Because I regret it”

Start offending Miss Felicia again.

“Oh, I liked Fox so much……!?

“That feels pretty good. It was unconscious.”

“… Ah, yes…”

Gas, gas. Young fox girl thanking you for looking illuminated while being offended.

Kind of cute. Nice girl.

Well, let’s just say.

“But I can’t just ejaculate another time…”

“Ngu…… hi, terrible”

Miss Rosa, a dark elf with a single perm knot, pulled out of Miss Felicia dripping hermens from her tail.

“I don’t know… I can play like this every time. Yikes…? Cosmos HQ, I like it……?

“Yay, it’s fun… you just can’t collect and play so much every time…”

“Depending on the timing, hey… it’s time to ejaculate?

“Ugh… yes”

“Then hit him hard. Domina, I’ll do it.”

Pulling her hips from herself and pulling her penis out, Miss Rosa lets Miss Domina of Auga wait next door.

“The Auga Nomanko is so amazing… ♪ It’s great for Shime”

“It wouldn’t be a booze knob, would it?”

In a shudder mood, Miss Domina laughs as she looks upside down, dropping her knees a little and waiting for my insertion.

“It’s a booze knob, I can’t believe the body of a woman… so if you want to drink, you can come to the knob at last.”

“He’s good at business.”

That’s what I say, sticking my penis in her vagina.

The first feeling is that it’s soft. Even an august like a child’s arm naturally comes in. I don’t know what a human size I am, I guess.

but at that next moment, the vaginal meat moves to suck up the penis.

“Ugh, whoa…!?

Moving your hips isn’t enough to interfere with that. But it’s like being licked up all over your vagina, twisted with vaginal meat, blamed for feeling like you can’t imagine.

“Ooh… good dick, hey… ♪ I’m a thug for the size… ♪”

Under the blue sky.

On a thin cloth scattered street, flirting with my august daughter’s manko, I groan and thrust into my second ejaculation.

The whores who were poked halfway through Manko also stopped by without even trying to hide their love fluids, pushing and rubbing each lit body against my body as I headed for that moment under the summer sky.

At the edge of my sight, I see an old man I don’t know sneaking around looking at me without being able to gamble.

I have no time or room to blame it, at all.

Extraordinarily luxuriously enjoy the whorehouse and six mankos.

“Ugh… ooh…”

I’ll seed my august daughter.

Dobbling, of course, semen leaves like rolling through this, and an august daughter waving her hips hard gets drunk with the feel.

“Oh, a lot… right, customers…”

“… hey, hey, hey, hey…”

And dragging them out of Miss Domina, the human race Miss Marche shaved and cleaned the rest of the juice.

For some reason, the applause starts all over the street.

… What is this?

(cont ‘d)