Translator: âImouto_Hunterâ
Right now Iâm eating fried seafood at a restaurant called âMarinadeâ. I heard customers saying good things about it in the brothel, so I decided to check it out. The flavor is, hmm, not bad. Eating the fried white fish with tartar sauce filled me with joy.
ï¼The foodâs good, but this really isnât for meâ¦ï¼
I looked at the ceiling and sighed. This ceiling is the storeâs selling point, but itâs not really to my tastes. Itâs barely high enough for me to stand up, and itâs made out of some sort of glass or acrylic material. Itâs transparent, and functions as the floor for the level above us. Upstairs are girls passing by wearing sailor uniforms.
ï¼They should at least wear some underwearâ¦ï¼
They were wearing sailor uniforms, but that was all. They were crouching, and swinging their hips while dancing. Well, basically, the akebia trees were bearing fruit, and the chrysanthemums were in bloom. All at point-blank range, even though Iâm eating. The three men at the table next to me were really into it, and looked excited. They were eating and enjoying the view while lying all the way down in their reclining seats. Of course, there were bits of food all over the aprons covering their chests as well as their surroundings.
ï¼I wondered why they gave us aprons at a yakiniku-style retaurant, but I guess this is why.ï¼
To each their own, but I donât like it. It leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I finished my food upright in my chair, and quickly left. As a change of pace, I went to a fast food store. Itâs not actually a fast food restaurant, but rather the brothel equivalent of fast food. Iâm a man of experience when it comes to this sort of business, but recently Iâve come to enjoy cheap and casual places.
ãWelcome!ã
A young girl wearing the storeâs uniform greeted me with an energetic smile. Inside was a hall with a tiered platform near the end.
ãOnce youâve chosen, please let me know.ã
Standing and sitting on the platform were girls wearing yellow bikinis. Their chests were affixed with plates that had their numbers on them.
ï¼This is what you could call âprostitution without penetrationâ.ï¼
According to me research, thereâs no penetration allowed in this place. Thereâs also no time limit, but rather a limit to one âshotâ. And above all, itâs cheap. Only one silver coin, no tipping, and no need to order drinks. The old lady from Bell Talk informed me that cheap prices should be cause for concern, but Iâm here for a different reason.
ï¼âFinger and Lip Onlyâ (FALO), is what the system is called. I think it could be useful to help improve my massage technique.ï¼
Thatâs what I thought. I chose a partner without being too picky, and headed to a room.
ãWhat a failure.ã
I said while reflecting on my actions. As soon as we entered, I was forced into a sixty-nine position. While in that position, she untied her bikini and spoke.
ãPlease feel free.ã
Again in front of my eyes was an arrangement of chrysanthemum and akebia. This place is definitely under the same management as the last one! Like a dairy cow having its milk squeezed out, I reached the goal without any pleasure.
ãIâm pretty worn out.ã
I was running out of energy. Suddenly, a storeâs sign caught my eye.
ï¼âRelaxing Massageâ, huh? Might not be a bad idea. My bodyâs still stiff from the sixty-nine in that small room, I think Iâll head inside.ï¼
Itâs my first time entering a ânormalâ massage shop, so it might be nice.
I entered, and a woman came out to escort me to a private room. She laid my face down on a bed. Then she began massaging my back. I sat up and she took my arm and bent my leg, like a judo technique. It wasnât what youâd expect from a traditional massage.
ï¼Agh, it hurts, but it feels good.ï¼
Even I could tell that my body had become stiff. My breathing gradually became deeper and more relaxed.
ï¼Hm?ï¼
However, things gradually began to change. Her fingers began to brush up against my genitals and I could feel her breasts touching me.
ï¼Whatâs going on?ï¼
Unexpectedly, I started to get excited even though this wasnât supposed to be that sort of massage. The onee-san noticed and stopped moving her hands.
ãUh, um, Iâm sorry.ã
She apologized to me and then said something unexpected.
ãThis part will cost extra, what do you choose?ã
Huh? Is this that kind of shop? I hadnât noticed. But since itâs come to this, I requested it. Thereâs no penetration allowed, by the way.
ãOkay, look this way and donât close your eyes.ã
The onee-san smiled charmingly as she told me to pay attention. She was toying with me. She put her left hand on the base of the hose, and the water current was in complete control. The right hand continued to stimulate the tip of the hose. Her eyes were looking intently at my eyes, trying to discern how I was doing. If I was close to climaxing, she would squeeze her left hand and slow down the stimulation. If I was coming back down, she would loosen her left hand and increase the stimulation. I was in agony as she pushed my limits.
An aikido master is said to be able to keep a small bird in his right hand without letting it fly away. If the bird tries to fly away, he can sense it and lower his right hand. The bird will stumble while trying to take off as the hand is lowered. Then, as the bird prepares itself to take off again, the master will return his right hand to its original position. By repeating this, the bird will never be able to fly.
Iâm in the same situation right now. The onee-san isnât perfect like the master, but she compensates for it with her left hand not letting a single drop come through. I learned the importance of looking at the personâs eyes. The sixty-nine from earlier seemed really foolish in comparison.
Just as I was about to reach a massive climax and was anticipating the left hand to stop me again, the onee-san removed her binding spell from it.
ï¼W-w-w-w-what!?ï¼
I couldnât believe what just happened before my eyes. In that moment, I lied on my back and stared as all of my little sons flew up to the ceiling.
ï¼Impossible! This is impossible! Even as a high schooler, they never flew this high!ï¼
I was astonished. However, that wasnât the only reason for my surprise.
ï¼!? Ah, gah, ahhh!ï¼
It wasnât stopping. Thereâs no way there could be this much. Itâs an unbelievable amount.
ï¼My life! My life is drifting away!ï¼
It was enough to scare me.
ï¼â¦This is⦠My first timeâ¦ï¼
I had been toyed with.
I returned to my new home. What just happened was amazing. I asked her, and she told me that it was her special technique âToxin Removalâ. By pushing the person to their limits, their body reacts like that. By the way, have I told you guys before? âSpecial techniquesâ or a nameable skill. I really want one. I want a special technique. I want to name a certain move. Then, I want to repeat that special move while shouting its name. As the self-proclaimed mysterious villain of Cione, Iâd like to have a nickname and a special move. With that aside, I made a few mistakes today, but I also learned a lot.
I used the remainder of my magic spell count to make potions. I used rank F cure injury, cure illness, and cure status abnormality potions on myself too. I believe that by using rank F potions on myself, Iâd be able to tell if thereâs anything wrong with me by how it feels. I didnât feel anything in response to the cure illness or status abnormality potions. I felt the cure injury potion cure something completely, and I remembered that I had hit my shin against something earlier.
I have one S rank spell left for today, as well as three A rank, six B rank, and ten C rank. Hmm, I havenât used any at all even the dateâs going to change soon.
ï¼If I donât use them once in a while, I get worried wondering if I can really do it or not.ï¼
Since itâs come to this, I made ten S, A, and B rank potions and poured them onto the medicinal herbs. Theyâd be useless if used on me, so I figure it will at least provide nutrition to the plants. I diluted them in the watering can, covered in a bag so that the potionâs light doesnât leak out and poured it over the herbs. Just out of curiosity, I poured the rank S cure injury potion directly onto the centermost herb.