Chapter 94 – Chapter 94: Salon 2
Dozens of people come and go breathlessly.
The only ones relaxing were the constellations sitting at the table and the butlers standing behind them.
With the exception of me and the giant tree that did not wither, they were all served calmly as if they were accustomed to this kind of hospitality.
“Gentleman, is there anything that makes you uncomfortable?”
“No, no.”
It’s awkward to wear a suit and wait on the butlers, so I gently twist my body, and the butler behind me asks me like a ghost.
Even though I say it’s okay, that new caring gaze is directed at me.
It was a large table with four women and two men sitting, but all eyes were on just two.
Me and a guy with curly brown hair.
Maybe it’s because the thing I decided to seduce is a giant tree that won’t be wither
The alter ego continued to take the form of a small elf boy.
Maybe that’s why the attention is more focused.
Is it because a boy with a weak impression looks more easygoing than a young man who enjoys tea bluntly?
‘The world where men and women are reversed.
When I sit down at the table, he pulls out a chair for me, or tries to kiss the back of my hand while saying hello.
It wasn’t until after the ostentatious ostentation had passed that they started introducing each other.
The way she treats me like a real lady makes me feel like she’s covered in butter.
It’s to the point where I think it’s better to sing a romantic poem like an opera star.
‘Humanity’s Last Hymn’ in a neat nun’s uniform
‘A canvas containing destruction’ dressed in a blue scroll
‘A poem singing romance’ dressed in a black uniform with golden thread
Lastly, the ‘flower that never fades’ in a gray suit with a white shirt
Humanity’s last hymn introduced herself as a nun who accidentally became a constellation while protecting children in a cathedral.
A woman dressed in a traditional Korean traditional Korean traditional Korean traditional Korean robe watches her saints trampled by a group of monsters.
She introduced herself as a guru who ended her life leaving behind a single painting.
Moo Hun-si, who sings of romance, introduced him as the leader of the knights who scrambled to decapitate the demon king.
After that, she introduces herself as the prince of the destroyed kingdom, the ‘flower that never fades’ and
After briefly introducing herself as the manager of the World Tree, she looked away awkwardly and heard the introduction of the ‘big tree that never withers’.
I have not yet greeted myself, but selfish gazes fly to me.
With that sincere gaze, I can now feel that it is a world where men and women are reversed.
When the incarnations look at me, they first think of and recognize constellations, not men.
The treatment I receive and the attitude they show toward me can be seen as a respectful attitude toward Constellations before men.
So, it would be natural for the same Constellations to treat me as a ‘man’ in this world.
For that reason, the sticky gazes sent by the same constellations were even a little surprising.
‘These idiots seem to know roughly what a dream horse is…’
That’s right, those two Constellations really knew the Dream Demon roughly.
It’s something like a dirty dream or a sexual promiscuity or something like that I don’t mind women.
He must have judged me that way based on the rumors that he was kind to women as an alter ego and common sense about incubus in the fantasy world.
I didn’t know that the curiosity and sexual desire were so muddy that I could feel the emotions clearly.
“Are you saying that the world was destroyed by fighting between humans?”
It was a bit difficult to say that I was dragged from the underground shelter.
It’s not that an evil dragon appeared in our world and struck a world destruction breath, it’s true that mankind self-destructed like an idiot.
“Hey, how did that happen?”
The constellations who fought against demon kings, monsters, evil dragons, and invaders from the other world were shocked by my words.
It seems to be quite a surprise to them that mankind has destroyed mankind.
To the point where the sticky gaze mixed with sexual desire that had been flying at me for a moment disappeared.
The story behind it was a bit strange to hear in a sunny flower garden.
The slaughter of the savage demon tribe that burned the city,
The march of a group of child-eating monsters,
Even the saga of chasing the devil’s skirmisher by leading a cavalry unit.
Maybe it’s because they’re constellations that have spent a long time on a bloody battlefield.
How come he does n’t change his complexion his and share a bloody story with a laughhaha.
In the meantime, so that the poems that sing of romance and the flowers that do not wither are not alienated from the story.
Take good care of me and the giant tree that does not wither.
If you have a talent for making tea, the tea served by the servant
It was delicious enough to be on par with the tea prepared by the giant tree that never withers, and you won’t get tired of the sweet desserts.
From a certain moment, the ambient music played softly, and even the sweet wine that came out instead of tea.
If it weren’t for the bloody content and the gaze of the two female constellations who secretly glared at my groin after drinking alcohol.
It was a social party that looked like something out of a storybook.
The biggest benefit there is-
“Then, let’s go back first.”
“Yes, I hope you had a good time.”
As expected, it was the figure of an unfading giant tree pulling my hand while receiving an exaggerated send-off.
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Unlike martial arts poems that sing about romance and loyalty of knights with a uniformly exaggerated appearance,
The two female constellations, the nun and the guru, couldn’t manage my expression well.
It wasn’t me who read emotions, but even an ignorant, naive elf noticed that lascivious gaze.
Maybe it’s because there was a glass or two of wine with a fairly high alcohol content.
An undying giant tree with even ears open holds my hand tightly and leads me.
Through the branches of the world tree, through the garden and living room, to one’s master bedroom.
Just by looking at her appearance her, a brave woman is leading the man,
As she drank her wine in succession, her feelings that she could n’t hide were blooming in her.
Jealousy, anger, and insecurity.
The flower that does not wither gave a quiet impression of listening to the story and only agreeing.
As a result, most of the excitement and attention was focused on me over a glass or two of wine.
A canvas containing the last hymn and destruction of mankind to support artists
He kept talking to me as if he wanted to look good for me.
Is it because of that blatant flirtation, or is it to create courage that was not alcohol-free?
Without a word, she leads me.
I also watched with pleasure the feeble courage she displayed with her slight drunkenness of her.
The hand holding it trembles slightly with anxiety.
He must be worried that I might shake off this hand and go back.
An alter ego that can be maintained for more than half a day, the time I spent at the salon was about three hours.
You still have about 10 hours to spare.
As if to say not to worry, I gently squeezed her hand her, and her trembling hand her grabbed my hand again.
With a click, the door opens and the bed we saw before greets us.
He stood in front of the bed and showed hesitation, so I sat down on the bed first, just like last time.
Now we can see each other face to face.
Did I drink a few more glasses of wine while chatting, curious about how the other Constellations contracted incarnations, or am I just weak to alcohol?
The smell of her her sweet alcohol her wafts from her her, so much so that you can’t even think that it’s just her her few glasses of wine her.
A white face that was more red than when it was shy.
Not only the ears, cheeks, and nape of the neck her were stained red.
Her face her, which had meticulously turned red as if her entire face had been put on makeup, was so cute.
It’s like a girl trying alcohol for the first time.
‘Thinking about it, alcohol is the first time, maybe right?’
She was the one who always served her leafy tea, or fruit juice or sweet sap.
You probably don’t drink canned beer like me.
As she thinks about such useless thoughts, her gentle touch she pushes me away.
I didn’t resist the soft touch of her shoulder and lay down on the bed.
“…Name.”
“Yes?”
“Name, tell me.”
She whispers in a voice that can’t be heard well in her ears, like a breeze passing by without wiping a single drop of sweat in midsummer.
I tried to open my mouth with a smile at those cute and fresh words.
My name, which I haven’t used in almost 10 years in the apocalyptic era-
“…?”
“…”
Then, they looked at each other and blinked in embarrassment.
Somehow, even though they seemed pretty close at the salon, wasn’t it polite to call them by their constellation names?
Is throwing away the name of a previous life also role-playing?
I can’t imagine how strict and crazy the creator of this flat continent is.
Maybe it’s not the bastard, it’s the year.
The one who created the world blocked it, so it can’t be conveyed in writing rather than words.
As I looked at her thinking about her, she climbed onto her bed as if she had made up her mind about something.
Still making the dress she was wearing slip down.
“It’s okay, because the name is not important.”
Whispering softly, she sits next to me in her white underwear.
Then he puts away his jacket and unbuttons her shirt one by one.
With white fingers still trembling.
How much courage did the girl who used to cross her arms and blush to become like this?
It felt like a tickle in a corner of her chest.
“Bur, I’ll take it off.”
Pretending to be shy, I silently nodded, and she took a deep breath after undoing a couple of buttons and stopping.
If I unbuttoned it further here, the shirt would slide down the sides and reveal her breasts.
I see her gulping her saliva at the sight of the sleek boyish skin with not a single muscle on her slender body.
Anxiety in her heart her turns to relief, quelling her jealousy and anger.
All the buttons on his shirt come undone with a creaking sound.
A cool breeze blows through the jacket she was still wearing.
She reached out her hand once again, as if the courage her drunkenness had not yet disappeared.
Uncomfortable in her baggy suit, she took off her jacket, relying on her hands on her.
