Chapter 415 – Mental Illness (6)
First of all, there was no Tyrsi in the school of alchemy.
“Hu~? Um, Tyrsi friend?”
Tyrsi wasn’t there, but instead, a friend of Tyrsi, whom I had met before.
What is that, the magician who checked my jigsaw (MRI).
What was your name? Juicy? Rumi?
“It’s Lucy Aveline.”
Cabi. Almost right.
I said with a good-natured smile—it was natural for me to vocalize differently than Arthur Wayne.
“Do you know where Miss Armashnas is?”
“I went to help with my side job. The vacation was long, so I worked even for her. While returning the vacation~.”
Contrary to what he looks like, he is a sincere person. I listened to her and she found out where her shop was that side job.
“By the way, you’re pretty good at being feral. Are you very busy?”
“Sure. If you are invited by a beauty from an extramarital affair, you will be busy with whatever you are talking about. Because he is married.”
“Ugh~ I’m sorry. I liked talking.”
If you mess with it, go back in time to Carmine University 3 years ago.
There, old Yerna would be able to have sex with her asshole Ada if she could spread her legs. It’s called a fucking Nord, and there’s a baby slave.
─Jeobuck, Jeobuck.
I went through the snowy road and went to the alley where Tirsi was working part-time.
It was a distance that did not fit the image of her I thought. The atmosphere seems to have mixed the pornhub outdoor exposure worldview by mixing half and half of the slum and the mafia Nawabari.
It was said that it was Lucy’s side job, but it was the perfect place for it. I was surprised to see the road with a little interest.
“This throb?”
The words written in red on the pink signboard, ‘adult goods store’.
Hemmy, there’s an adult toy store in Sargadis! I forgot to even make eye contact and my body heated up.
‘I can’t help but go in and see this.’
Even if we meet Tyrsi a little late, she will be fine. Because if you want to come to study, that part-time job will have to end anyway.
Belting-.
Enter the store ringing the bell on the door.
‘Warm-mate, something stupid.’
I was thrilled with the pink atmosphere of the store.
Kang Buk-ho, who couldn’t even go to Banana Mall when he lived on Earth, seemed like he would have stepped on the moonwalk as soon as he entered. It has the image of a store specializing in adult products attached to a shabby coffee shop.
It sounds like they’re selling something like a pig estrus or a hidden camera, not a high-tech gadget like a hypnosis app.
‘Or something like a succubus summons.’
It is a mecca of nonsense that used to stand shoulder to shoulder with Noroopyo martial arts.
I was excited to look around the store, but I returned to Kitai-Monkey Nord from Kangbukho, a modern man, thinking that it would be polite to look at the store owner’s face first in this uncivilized, different world.
“Excuse me. Are you thinking about the owner—”
I pause while walking while talking.
Did you chew your tongue in excitement? No way. The reason I was bruised was that I was not unfamiliar with the woman in the white robe who sat shady at the counter.
I could only see the jawline, but my sensitive five senses easily rendered the familiar face of the other person.
“… Are we old?”
─Hodaldal! With her white hair, she flagship, opening her mouth as if her body had collapsed.
“Well. No, excuse me. I won’t pretend to know. That’s right, it’s not a sin for adults to be interested in adult products—”
“Misunderstanding!!!! It’s a misunderstanding——!!!!”
Mr. Tyrsi Armashnas cried and screamed at my words.
You really were here, you virgin magician girl.
***
Tirthy, who took in her breath for a second, exhaled her breath for over 10 seconds, grabbed my shoulder, and protested.
“That’s it! This is a place run by a friend as a side job, and while I was on vacation, I couldn’t manage it, so sales plummeted.
“Okay, calm down and speak slowly.”
It’s so hard to read and I can’t understand what it means.
I seated Tyrsi back as she quickly explained her circumstances. It was convenient because there were no other guests besides us.
“Anyway!! I’m not here because I like me!!”
“Okay. It seemed so. I’ve heard that alchemy is also used to make adult products.”
There is such a thing. Whipped cream was once used instead of love gel.
As always, it may not be a fact because it is knowledge from the earth, but to the extent that this rumor sounds plausible, we humans were a species that wandered around 24 hours a day, 365 days in search of ‘a more exciting way to have sex’.
It is said that human technology is invested first in war and sex.
It doesn’t make sense that alchemy, a mysterious universal science, is used for adult products. Even if you only have basic alchemy right now, you can easily make things like onaholes and love gels.
“Uhhhhh… Why, at this timing…”
Tyrsi was about to die, pressing down on her robe. I smiled.
“Miss Lucy told me to go here.”
“… Shall I kill you when I return?”
I can hear you even if you mumble a little.
“Anyway, since I came back from work, I came to tell you to come to study whenever you have time. You are suffering a lot.”
“… Really. Lucy is disciplined, so no one makes offensive jokes or fights, but she’s mentally exhausted.”
I guess so. A virgin who sells sexual toys. If others hear it, they’ll think it’s a vulgar heroine.
If I had to become an Olive Young part-timer and explain the difference between a moisturizer and a mist to the club girls, I would just bite my tongue. Tirshi also seems to have a deep heart.
‘… But that’s it, and it’s a little different from this.’
– Knock. Looking around the store, I swallowed again.
I understand Tirsi’s feelings, but she doesn’t act based on rationality, like a forage macho’s dick sink.
‘Because a man detached from sexual desire doesn’t control his cock, he gets an erection for something other than sex.’
It’s my own hypothesis, but anyway.
For example, a politician who has tasted power tends to ejaculate without an erection at the word “Elected” Rather than at a stunning beauty.
As a healthy macho, I couldn’t help but be interested in the toys of otherworldly adults.
“Tirshi. Can I take a look at the product?”
“… Yeah?”
He has the same face as a first place student in Jongno who received the Seungryong Kwon. Tirshi, who had been absentmindedly pondering my words, mumbled.
“Oh, you’re watching… What?”
“I guess you have to see that. When I decide, I’ll bring it to the counter.”
I held out my hand and the guide declined.
If Tyrsi followed me around and said something like, ‘This ona hole is a product sold by Nambawan because the projections in the holes are cheap,’ I would have suffered mental damage as well.
Aren’t macho like us creatures that, when a clerk sees me in a clothing store and stands up, make eye contact and take a back step, as if wary of wild animals! Regrets and pleasures are nothing to be ashamed of when they are solely based on my own choices.
“Happy~ Happy Happy~ Happy World~.”
Leaving the bewildered Tyrsi, he hummed joyfully and ran through her shop.
The sexual treatment tool for males is the pass. In fact, a married man also has a daughter, but she is still too busy with my dick.
I have 4 wives who are lonely every night, how can I connect the gene USB to a portable Android viewer?
So, the products I choose are those that can be used as a lubricant for married life.
Things like animal tails that vibrate super-vibrate like a ground grinder when mana is poured into them, and pieces of cloth specialized in copulation that look like a nemesis or Zeus would fall on the colossus even if worn by a well-groomed nun.
“… … This is 53 Cooper.”
“Sleep. Will it become a coin?”
I searched my wallet. Personally, I don’t think I bought much, but it feels like a fucking rip-off.
‘No, it can’t be helped because everything is made to order with the hands of artisans.’
All toys in this world were still domestic crafts. It was just expensive.
Anyway, what are you doing without riding a mass-produced meta? Like the barbarian warriors in the Civilization game fighting tanks with spears.
– Basrak.
Are you tired? Tirshi, who turned into her dead eyes, carefully packaged adult toys in black paper bags.
Are you really forced to work part-time? It almost feels like factory women in developing countries. It’s just master craftsmanship.
I’m going to get on the air as a master of living in another world. Boo poo poo poo! There is a wizard who can pack 30 dildos in 10 seconds?!
‘By the way, even in another world, things like this are wrapped up so that you can’t see them.’
Ah——this is the [Unwritten rule]. If you break it, you’ll get fucked.
It is social obliteration. This is a card that removes up to 3 Dignity cards from your life. A ban/restriction is urgent.
“Thank you. I will come again.”
“… … Again? Why?”
When I said while holding the black envelope generously, Tirshi replied in a tone like the owner of the Death Note, who confirmed all corruption in this world. After this murder was written by the god of the old world, did he start riding the pseudo-teacher tech?
“Why? If business goes well, won’t your friend’s anger be resolved quickly? Then I’m done!”
Then goodbye, Adieu, and Sayonara. I went home quickly so that Tyrsi would be less embarrassed.
The wild blizzard was still blowing, but not enough to stop my lightened steps.
Machoism.
The only thing that stopped me, who had been training myself with an abstract concept somewhere between that mental illness and belief, was the only existence that could turn me from the forager adventure master Nord to the purebred Kang Buk-ho.
And in this world without my parents, it was only my wives who made me that way.
─Buck.
I didn’t care about the snow wind that came near the house and found our nunna standing in front of the mailbox and blinked.
“Dana, what are you doing?”
“It was snowing, so I came out to do the laundry, but I was afraid the letters might get wet, so I wanted to check them.”
Dana looked back unscathed and wiped her eyes from her letter.
“By the way, now that I see it, there is one in my future.”
“… Are you your mother-in-law?”
─Nod.
Dana nodded her head and frowned at her.
Her shoulders drooped. It’s as if I’m feeling so frustrated that I’m feeling down.
“Whoa… Husband? I’m sorry to repeat myself, but are you okay for a second?”
“I’m sorry. The only thing you should be sorry for is my lack of aegyo.”
At the sweet joke of her husband who bought a bunch of toys without immaturity, our Dana also giggled.
“Yeah, I almost cried because I was so grateful. Anyway, look at this.”
She holds out her letter as she catches her eyes. I read the first paragraph of the letter and my eyes widened.
Dana muttered as if she wanted to bite her tongue.
“Maybe we should go to the northern part of my hometown.”
