Chapter 657

Chapter 657: Summer Spirit Festival 14

Night.

“Heh. In Cosmos HQ”

“It’s amazing over there. Father said there are plenty of whorehouses around Tulk, but there’s no other place that’s so deeply rooted and cultured.”

Miss Seema and Miss Lucino teach me while we dine.

“I have a culture… what?

“I don’t know… your country is different just there”

“It’s like Mr. Cosmos himself is saying, ‘I’m just doing my best as a whorehouse.’ You know what? I’ve lived there for generations, and my parents and children are spreading it again, and my grandmother’s cleaning, laundry, taking care of my kids…”

“Oh, me, I’ve had one fight with that kid today”

“Oh, I met him…. Yes, so, what’s amazing is that the clan, it doesn’t have anything to do with debt or anything like that, and everyone likes to do it. I don’t want to leave the whorehouse, because no grandma, no daughter.”

“There, he said, he set up all kinds of facilities so that his life could be completed like that, and he could have a social life just for hookers. I know she’s not as good as Sister Hilda, but she’s got a bunch of well-armed magicians and hookers.”

“The magician and whore…… is the magician doing the whore?

Though there is also a practical example of “every erotic ok at the end of the examination” called Mr. Hilda, that should be the only job the magician can eat enough of.

“There it is. Everybody says’ part-time whore ‘. The cocks, the service of the liquor store in front of the whorehouse, the nearby clothes store and other clerks are all whores in the main building depending on the day. Normally, kids go to work, and then they’re dyed and they’re hookers.”

Oh, that’s scary. Are you sure it’s okay to let our female slaves go through for three days?

Around that time, Miss Mira, who had pushed the last cart from the kitchen, joined the conversation.

“Over there, it seems like it just feels like a strangely good whorehouse to go to. Mr. Cosmos rooted it in the back, just an ordinance for there… he’s got about 20.”

“It’s such an ant…”

“You look like a celebrity in plain sight, her…. I don’t know if it’s awesome around using all that power just for the sake of etsy…”

“That’s what I just asked your father about around there. We were just friends with Sister Hilda, and we only knew her as well as her favorite whore.”

“I was sneaking around. There’s just a bunch of guys whose ordinances have nothing to do with life for us.” Only within 50 metres of the perimeter of a whorehouse, sexual activity in the open by agreement is not punishable “or” Taxation of sex workers and their descendants in Talc shall only be flat-rate taxation by authorized institutional representatives “.

“Oh, that’s a little sloppy”

“A whore is a remedy because the majority of people are inherently in trouble for money to start with. We’re talking about measures to combat prostitutes reluctant to apply for registration of private children.”

“Oh… well, because applying for a child’s household registration takes extra tax…”

Apparently, there are many examples of children born in whorehouses becoming undocumented flowers.

Regardless, because parents are not in a position to say “our inheritance” in grandeur, and they have to treat it as 'something they are not” because they would pay extra tax if they admitted to the family registration again?

If you can grow up to be a drifter without being sold by lipstick, it’s still better there… what a rumor I’ve heard in… but if you have Mr. Cosmos’s proposed ordinance, aside from the question of the whore’s own feelings, there’s no longer any reason institutionally why you have to silence the existence of a child.

“That being said, you said you were tightening up your sex business authorization because it would be troublesome to be used as a source of tax evasion. Besides, if I stop being a whore, I’ll change my story… and if I don’t be a whore until my kids grow up, it’s gonna cost me taxes.”

“Ah… the area is called” Ordinance for the Cosmos Head Office. “

The thickness of the nerves that make the child with the guest open openly and opens a nursery in a prestigious whorehouse, where they grow up.

Such a thing would not be in the majority of whorehouses. But if we don’t do that, we can’t make the most of this ordinance.

“I knew it was amazing, that guy…”

“Oh, that’s good.”

The serving was over while we were talking.

And the courses at the whorehouse seem to continue at sundown, and the Angelos are not back yet. Emma, who is a dragon, is also following me, so she gets rounded up and we all become professional whores, and there will be no such thing as that.

So, at the same table are Mr. Knoll and Mr. Hilda, and Fennel to Irina, and also Lyla and Maia, who just returned.

“I’ll cook as flashy as ever…”

Mr. Hilda marvels as he looks at the plates served with his neck tilted to the left and right.

What was served on the plate was a dish like a large wheel of flowers.

I don’t know the type, but the inner petals, which seem to have been made from dark green to thin green, purple or red leafy vegetables decorating the outside, and thinly extended flour and rice flour, are curled like blooming roses. The gap is packed with an aromatic body that seems to have minced meat and fish, and on the innermost side, among the smaller cocoa palm fruit in half, this again contains flowery served fruit.

It was a dish that didn’t look like a celesta, with various colors as gradients appealing to sight.

“No, before I made it, I thought I’d normally even do meat pie – hey. If the ingredients were arranged properly, they would be pinned and pampered.”

“I guarantee the flavour too. It’s a little hard to eat, though.”

“I don’t always get around to it, you know, Seema’s creative cooking”

Hi. It seems that when it comes to the cooking scene, Miss Seema with big boobs will be the leader. Usually the calmest Miss Mira is a leader, so I always wondered how that was going.

I knew one person wasn’t even an absolute leader.

With that in mind, I try to pull out one of the petals like thinly sliced bread by hand.

Plenty of meat mince and a good aromatic sauce got involved.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll have it”

Eat with a scratch.

… oh.

“Wow… this petal alone tastes amazing”

“Right.”

A good Seema lady. It would have been hard just to serve this for the number of people, but the tired feeling is reliable without fine dust.

And the dish goes well with the punchy gravy and sauce on a soft dough that naturally brings together sweetness, aroma and a little saltiness from the petals.

I also took it if you think it was made of rice flour, but this also brings out rice sweetness well again… Oh, should I take every vegetable leaf below and eat it round?

When she did so, Miss Seema hit her hand, “Oh, that’s nice,” she said.

“Normally if I pull it out, my mince will spill a lot. Well, I was wondering if I should eat the leftover juice in a different bread.”

“I really haven’t figured out how to eat it!?

“No matter how you eat it, it tastes good. That’s my dish.”

Miss Seema says it out in a weird pose. Nevertheless, there is certainly just something to say.

“There’s soup and muniel.”

“What’s Muniel… you use fish over here too”

“I made Muniel too because I had too much to prepare. This one’s also a Seema piece, so the delicious stuff is delicious.”

Miss Lucino, who serves dishes.

“Delicious things are delicious. Muniel’s not hard to eat.”

“Obviously, I felt like making it that way, and the flavoring over here was appropriate, right?

Say you’re used to it.

Muniel usually cuts with a knife and has it forked. Sure, this one tastes good enough. I don’t have any surprises.

“Hmm. Delicate and bold, the colour and freshness are just Southern emotions. What, a hand grabbed meal is also a B”

“Dear Irina, there’s sauce all over your chest. No more.”

“Mm-hmm. Should I have used some dirt-proof magic?”

“There is the magic of dirt removal… but most importantly, there is no majesty or anything so dirty around your mouth”

The child itself, not to say, is the careful consideration of Fennel. It would be tough if Irina bent over for dinner.

“Cheeks. Good. A rough meal is what dragons do best.”

“Yeah. I was raw and scratching my sandworm earlier.”

The two dragons also seemed not particularly dissatisfied with the mysterious dishes they eat wildly.

“Well, what do you do after you eat, brother?

The meal also went all the way to dessert, and it was delicious, Mr. Knoll tells the story when the atmosphere becomes.

“After eating…”

“The night has just begun, hasn’t it? Besides, aren’t Mira and the others expecting a little thanks?

Mr. Knoll sends a run-in to Chirali and the three sisters.

Miss Mira looked away slightly as she lit up, Miss Seema reacted with a pickle on her shoulder, and Miss Lucino turned her face to Mr. Knoll a little exaggerated and pampered her mouth to say something. Trinity’s reaction.

“I don’t care if they say thank you…… not much in return”

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“In the course of this story, I give it back with money or gifts… what a wild idea, brother”

“What?”

“Of all the things you can do for a woman, what makes you most happy?

“Oh, no, that’s… with a doctrine I don’t push much in the first place”

“You know what? Do you have any idea how rumoured you are in a hundred families? What kind of rumor do you think?… I’m trying to get along with you on purpose, but that doesn’t mean there’s a cop.”

“… am I being treated like I’m pregnant when I touch you?

It’s almost settled in Polka, but there’s no reason to be treated like that until it’s Talc. ‘Cause, look, your daughter, you got two or three hands on it, but even Minister Ashton there is supposed to have ten daughters-in-law. Generally speaking, it shouldn’t be that insane with a bigamous OK celesta.

Me, female slave…… see, I don’t know what kind of play that is…. As always, it’s a different word than a real image.

“At least it’s true that a clean kid has such a reputation that he can’t come close to it inadvertently…. because the person you’re wearing a collar against is Sister Hilda?

“Ah, uh…”

The fact that Mr. Hilda seemed happy was a testament above all to the sexuality of the Onyx clan.

That’s right.

“So, what do you do? Are you going to thank the three of us? Or leave the three of you to the Spirit Festival… to play with me? Nan, but it’s rare when you can play with me, so I think you should enjoy it.”

Mr Knoll says in a sweet voice somewhere.

The three sisters seem a little dissapointed to hear that. Um, is it possible you’re really going to fuck with me?

“A century-old virgin. The three of us are always such nori that if we’re not humans like you, Andy, who we can deal with collectively, the Miras can’t even get in the stream. Understand.”

“Even if all those outfield commentaries… uh”

I suddenly become aware of them.

I just thought you were some kind of family, but I can’t believe you’re actually a solid jerk.

… Well, that’s the situation, if you’re talking about someone overnight… well, it’s not a bluff.

No, maybe one of these days I’ll have an exclusive appetite, but now that I’ve seen and heard so much about this Talk concept of chastity, even they won’t be kids without a second thought, and I don’t have to think that much…

No.

But.

“… that’s right”

“What? I knew you cared about the female slaves in the whorehouse?

“Uh… actually, Mr. Cosmos challenged me to battle… because I’m talking about abstaining until the Spirit Festival for that matter”

“Abstinence”

“… ho, Lord said it was abstinence”

Decent Mr. Knoll, this is something different, and Lila, who just seems suspiciously repulsive.

They take off their dirty jackets, and Irina, naked in her upper body, wraps her arms around her and squeals her nose.

“It doesn’t look good.”

“No, it doesn’t look good. It’s not a problem.”

“In the first place, he said, the man there sometimes feels agony about the magumi, which ensures joy by accumulating it tightly. But Lord Smythson, if there is a woman, is the bearer of a lust that enjoys as much as time permits. That’s why women don’t have to be ashamed to expose their desires and jump in.”

“You can’t be honest if you think they’re going to say you don’t feel comfortable or bothered”

Irina and Fennel interpret my extraordinary sketchy guts as good.

But I don’t know if it suits abstinence or not.

I mean, I think it’s good enough to stop being horny for just three days, huh? Me, I’ve never had porn timing, not in Carlwin’s case, and there’s been as much time off as there’s ever been.

“Mostly, I feel sorry for Andy for pushing his semen into your penis, even though there’s plenty of time for women”

“No, Maia, that Rikutsu is strange”

What the hell is that emotional about?

In the first place, I think ejaculating on girls can only be very sad if the vast majority give the stories to the meisermens destined to reflux as much as they want.

To confuse me, Mr. Hilda opens his mouth to teach slowly.

“Andy, you. There are words in the world of medicine.”

“… go ahead”

“Patience is poisonous to your body.”

“No, nothing. There’s a naked woman in front of you. Then it could be poison, for sure, though, right? Just enough to get your dick off for like three days, huh? No, don’t take it off, Irina. Don’t take it off down there, too, Lyla. When did you take it off? You!

“Ho ho, now you’re poisoning your body”

“No, I dare say I’m going to enjoy the best of Angelos’ hard work and Mr. Cosmos’ hospitality. All right, everybody, just get dressed again! I will endure the Spirit Festival! I’m a good girl for keeping my word!

You thought it was some kind of flow, not to mention Lyla and Maia, Irina and Hilda, who hastily issued a decree to stop them because they had loosened their clothes to Miss Fennel and Knoll and, at the end of the day, Miss Seema.

Miss Mira and Miss Lucino didn’t even get to the point of actually taking them off, although it didn’t feel like they were lost.

“Two or three days doesn’t change that much. I don’t think we’ll find out if Lord Smythson plays around a few dozen times a day or so.”

“Anyway, look forward to the Spirit Festival!

Desperately persuade Irina.

Actually, your luxurious topless is a little queasy. Put something on quickly.

(cont ‘d)