About two hours flying from Lunatic Lake, Mira was looking up at the sky in the streamy meadows. Add for use in the creek and replenish the serving with apple ole. The blue sky is far away, and the loosely flowing clouds change shape sometimes when the child sees it like a scrubbing clay worker. It was a pleasant afternoon when the wind stroking my cheek was like my mother's hand.
Mira enjoys the breeze blowing through her eyes as she whispers, leaving herself to Pegasus, and softly touches the gathered little birds and animals at some point heals her heart.
"Peace..."
When Mira whines about the words she wants to say, Pegasus hisses and choruses around as if she agrees to answer them. The situation is truly peaceful in itself, and the animals gathered in clutter are important without dispute.
When Mira had fully enjoyed the moment, she rode on Pegasus's back and rose again to the sky.
When light sets on the horizon beyond dusk, darkness covers the sky so that the curtain is drawn. If the ruler who illuminates the night began to shine heavenly high, one light after another emerged in the distance. A building similar to a large building that jumps through and stands out stretches its shadows with its lights.
"Finally, I see you."
Mira stares forward in the darkness of the night as she speaks to Pegasus, clutching firmly around her neck. It's still a little far and dark, so I can't confirm the tracks, but I could imagine it being a very busy city from the light it reaches.
Silverside is not as big as Lunatic Lake, the capital of the Alkaite kingdom, but it's still a big enough city, and it's called the Station Street, which was built by the railroad.
When Pegasus arrives at Silverside, he heads straight to the building where he can sail forward. Mira thought about going down to the city for a tour, but she arrived late than expected, so instead she decided to indulge in a stay today.
Long on the side, a splendid building made of wood, iron and stone says' Silverside Station 'to a large extent. When she lands beside that station, Mira jumps off Pegasus's back and shouts "Thank you for your hard work" at Tenma, who slips her face, before sending her back.
On the table, noisy people looked up at the sky and were alert to stare around when pure white pegasus came down. Mira turned to the front of the station with a strange face as she swallowed into the herd by the "shrinkage" of her immortal skills. The counter, similar to the reception, is lined with signs saying 'Today's flight is over', but the entrance to Silverside Station is still busy. That's because there's no railway service until tomorrow, but the shops on the station campus are still open.
Mira looks inside with just a little peek through the entrance. Vibrant people and a big shopping mall in sight.
"When was this place..."
Everything is made of stone and iron wood. But the structure had an advanced, two-layered, blow-out structure, and the outfits of the people who were going to meet each other went hand in hand, and Mira remembered such an illusion, as if she had suddenly gotten into a theme park attraction.
Stores line up to the back, and even though it's night, the station is as bright as day. But when Mira turned her back on the mall, she left the station behind.
(We can explore the station tomorrow. More than that, I'm tired. I want to find an inn early and settle down.)
The shopping district on campus was certainly something that attracted Mira's interest, but more than that, physical fatigue prevailed.
The square in front of the station was lit by street lights, and people of various races and occupations were crossing. Those who rush their way home after work that day, a group that thrives just because the evening is about to come, and travelers looking for overnight accommodation. Station Street also has a unique flow of time.
Mixed by the travellers and looking around, a sign representing the inn immediately entered Mira's eyes. That's not one thing, everything was putting up an inn sign to surround the square in front of the station. And that's still going on, even when we leave the square.
"So far..."
I heard Solomon had plenty of lodging, Mira, but I didn't know it was so disturbing, and he leaks his voice unexpectedly. Moreover, even its appearance is very varied. Some inns push security forward with a rustic look similar to an apartment, while others sell the luxury of a palace. The characteristic inn took the house, and it was a space like an exposition.
This is also interesting, and Mira peeks at the inn, one by one, in the order in which she gets eyes.
The first house is a rustic inn. That's why there were so many people in the lobby, and the table was hung full of bills.
The second is an inn lined with countless barrels of liquor. It is a typical inn in Mira's knowledgeable fantasy and the first floor is a liquor store. That's why the bloody men were making a lot of noise by emptying the barrel. Mira disperses early because the alcohol smells like a man even if she just peeks.
The third house is a palace inn. Not only the employees, but also the lobbying guests, were somewhat elegant, and Mira felt stubborn and headed to the next.
The fourth house boasts a restaurant-like culinary inn. The table is lined with photographs of all the shapes, along with the letter Chef of the Day. Mira paid more attention to clear photographs than to its familiar culinary species. It's not a screenshot, it's a picture with an entity. Inspired that technology in this world is evolving in many ways, Mira moves to the next inn. Because the store, viewed through a large window, was filled with female guests to the point where they might not be looking for a chef.
The fifth inn was, in a sense, the opposite of the fourth. Mira returns her heels early when she sees an employee dressed in maid clothes and an avid male guest.
The sixth inn is a music-themed inn. An exclusive orchestra is playing the song, and a light sound leaks out that unintentionally takes the rhythm. The table said that the bard was welcome to jump in, When Mira finished hearing one song outside, she headed to another inn again.
And in the seventh house, Mira met a good old Japanese sentimental inn. A tidy hedge surrounds the site, and the building is built in pure Japanese style. At the end of the house hangs a lantern that says Star Moon Villa, which would be the name of the inn. When Mira fell in love with its appearance at first sight, she opened the doorway of the drawer to be invited.
And even that sound sounds comfortable.
Upon entering the inn, it was the front door of the black stone floor, but from there the tatami lobby was spread out after rising in a Japanese-style manner. Mira inadvertently leaks her sigh into that nostalgic fragrance, which is almost identical to Igsa's.
It's not up to you here!
The soft light of oranges warmly illuminates the pearl-like flowers lived in the front and the tatami corridor that leads to the back.
Mira, who fell in love with the interior as well as the exterior, switched to the interior wear she had been prepared to take off her shoes and headed to the counter.
"Welcome. Welcome to Star Moon Villa."
The lady in charge of the reception smiles gently with her raised face when she politely greets her. She has dark hair, dark eyes, looks good in Japanese clothes, and is the right beauty to call her a Yamato stroke. Mira straightens herself and tightens her expression as she walks into that itchy position.
"Overnight, please"
You've risen to a beautiful opponent, Mira, posing just a little. The lady at the reception replies, "Yes, I did," and offers her a lodging note and a feather pen. I wanted to dress up as Mira, but I don't realize that the way she looks now, she just looks like the girl who wants to stretch out a little.
"I'd like your name and occupation here"
"Uhm."
Continuing her pose, Mira received a feather pen and filled in her name, and a little thought into her profession, but with an adventurer. The receptionist receives the completed accommodation form and glances at the
"Adventurers are asked to present their registration cards, may I?"
That's what I say. Put the little tray down. Mira nodded, taking her registration card out of her waist pouch and staying stiff. Because the registration card was in a cute skinned card case I received from the Soul Relieving City of Karanak's Magician's Union Reception Yurika. For Mira right now, who wants to dress up, the girl's full hobby can be fatal.
"It's fine as it is," she called gently as she tried to rush out, opening Mira to not see the table on the case, then reluctantly placing it in the tray.
The lady at the reception carefully closed the card case and then returned it to Mira when she confirmed her registration card and added something to the accommodation form.
"I did take a look at it. We have a generous course with breakfast and dinner for 20,000 riffs and a bareback course just for accommodation for 12,000 riffs, which way would you like to go?
"On the Course of Forgiveness"
Mira, who is seen with an obviously fancy card case, decides the course as she leans down. The receptionist smiles at Mira like that and writes in her lodging.
"Fees will be paid in advance, are you sure?"
"Uhm."
Mira, who nodded briefly, returned the card case to her waist pouch, this time taking out a leather bag packed with currency and placing two pieces of misrilled currency in the tray. The leather bag Mira is replacing her wallet with was the first time she received money from Solomon. Mira doesn't realize that there are a lot of discrepancies compared to the card case when you look at the impression alone.
"Thank you for your use. Then your person will guide you. Take your time today."
When the receptionist said so and thanked her deeply, her luscious dark hair wobbled and fluttered off. And after raising his face, he trims his hair subtly. Even in the meantime, the smile did not break, and the sophisticated attitude reinforced the first impression I received.
"Now, sir, let me show you to your room"
It was a Meow woman who appeared softly next to Mira and spoke to her, a more suited companion in Japanese costumes than I imagined.
"Nice to meet you"
When Mira answers, the companion grabs Mira's shoes and takes them to the next room.
The room was lined with shoeboxes. It has a key, each with a letter on it. The companion closes the key by putting Mira's shoes where it says' empty 'in it.
"This is between the footwear. The corresponding key is the same as the room, so when you return, please remove your shoes and return the key to the reception desk."
"Uhm."
The fact that the shoebox was housed in a single room was a consideration of Starling Moon Villa because it did not damage the landscape. Anyway, it's a sight to make the school dumpster .
The tatami hallway leading to the room changed from the entrance to the inn and continued as secluded as a deep sea without light, with the lantern fires lightly beating at equal intervals and ripples in silence.
A good tatami rebellion is comfortable on the soles of the feet, and lacquered columns flourish well in pale darkness. Decorated handicaps and pigeons were instrumental in boosting the signs of greater harmony. Even in the original world, it will not be easy to find a place so japanese-style. So Mira's breasts swelled all over the cup in anticipation.
Passing through several rooms while chasing the tail of a buddy with a tiny bell and ribbon with his eyes to the right and to the left. He arrived in front of a room that said 'between the skies', which would be the sleeping bed of the night. When your buddy opens the door, there's a wooden drawer there.
"What is the door again in the back of the jaw? That's not funny."
"The corridors are brilliant and beautiful, but in terms of crime prevention, they are. It's this inner door that makes up for it."
"I see."
That's how the buddy answers, plugging the key into its drawer and twisting it. Once Mira shows her face in the hallway now, she convinces herself that she is indeed right in its brilliant landscape, where the colours continue to be stunning.
"Please take off your inner wear here before you go up"
The place my buddy said and indicated is the stone floor as soon as he walked into the room. Mira did as she was told and stepped indoors.
Mira's room was an authentic Japanese-style room. The size of the room is about ten tatami tatami, with a bright table of wood, on top of which is a Japanese sweet divided into small pieces. Young grass colored seats and a hanging shaft with waterfalls painted on the fresh flowers on its front. I can see commitment everywhere. And what you see through the window is an exotic view. The view of the city from the Japanese-style room is like a movie on a screen.
"Would you like to bring dinner with you immediately?
"Hmm, I just want to refresh myself first. Do you have a bath here?
Mira wanted to enjoy herself after she cleansed herself and her mind because it was the food at the inn in the corner. Then, the companion, with a bouncing voice,
"There are bathrooms in each room, but as far as I'm concerned, I recommend a large bath. This inn is the pride of my life."
That's what I said. Take the cage out of the room. Some of them were equipped with everything needed for bathing, such as towels and soap.
"Oh, the baths."
"For bathing, please use this cage object. If you're going anytime soon, I'll show you."
"Okay, let's ask for it"
Mira didn't have the option of staying at the inn and not going into the big baths.
When I go out into the hallway again and lock the room, I am given the key, "This is the key to the room and shoebox, so please be careful not to lose it". Mira nods, putting the key in her waist pouch, chasing her buddy's tail again.
In the hall in front of the Baths, a number of indulgent guests were seen. Everyone there is wearing yukata and the sound of playing ping-pong balls creepy with the kachikochi. Adjacent outlets are lined with souvenirs, and the walls are lined with guided views of the inn. In a warm light somewhere reminiscent of home, everything wraps around the tranquil air.
But there's one girl sitting there in a hustle. It's Mira. She was grinning bitterly at her lack of self in front of the red curtain, which now claims to be the norm with "Woman Yu". It is common sense that men and women are divided when it comes to bathing areas. And when I become a girl, naturally I am classified as a woman. But Mira wasn't ready to jump into the naked women yet.
You won't be able to stay calm for sure. Mira had the confidence to run her gaze in all directions, as she craved.
I'm just about to start grinding here again, and my buddy will hand me a cage.
"Well, please take your time. Dinner will be served around the time."
"Um, okay..."
When I say so and thank you, my buddy smiles to drop Mira off. Mira, completely refused the exit route and finally determined her will, only her attitude went over the warm curtains of the lady's water with dignity.
The tatami stripper was wide and the wooden locker filled the wall side. A lantern marked 'Hot Water' hangs at equal intervals as a light, and under that light the women's skin is lightly colored. Starting with immature limbs, there are tense, bright limbs, and overseasoned limbs and young women all there.
Mira, who had stopped completely at the entrance, looked just a little before forming into a rocker in the corner with a sledge.
The lockers are numbered one at a time, and the empty lockers are keyed. It is a format that can be seen well in money and water. When Mira opens one of the lockers and pushes the cage in, she immediately begins to take off her clothes.
(Hmmm... restless)
From all around, you can hear the voices of the family, the whispers of friendships twitching with each other, and the laughter of innocent girls in the odds about making flicka . In a space dominated by women, Mira closed the key by removing towels and soap from the cage when she finally stuck her pants in the locker. After wrapping the key around his arm with a ring of elastic strings, Mira jumped into the bathroom to escape.
"Oh my..."
Something my buddy was just saying he was most proud of, leaking an exclamation overlooking the bathroom.
What surprised me was that all the bathrooms were tatami too. It's called a tatami bath or a sit-down bath, and that's the only chance you'll get to see it in an inn or something. This was Mira's first experience as well.
It wasn't the only thing that stunned Mira's mind. Adjacent to the back of the hot tub, there is an interesting space that mimics a Japanese garden that can be viewed in a large panorama.
The tranquil lights of the lanterns do not disturb the colours of their gardens, and the gardens at night give temporary serenity to those who see them with their rinse coolness.
Mira gets pregnant and stands up with feelings similar to her grief, along with the rest of her sense of a different world.
The moisture filling the bathroom moisturizes the skin and envelops a moderate warmth. Even in this environment, the hint of igusa created a unique sobriety mixed with soap.
Behind the clear ears the sound of running water and the voice of a girl who seems to enjoy herself. Step by step and walking out, Mira secured one of the washing areas as she checked her surroundings to peek. There are silver-working faucets and showers that represent the progress of technology. As she gently flushed her body in the shower, thanking her for the practicality of the moment, Mira headed back in a bouncing mood.
The large hot tub of the bathroom is covered with a large rock about the height of an adult in the center, and water gushes from the top of its head. Little kids shake around that rock. She laughs joyfully as she hugs the rock or holds the running water with her hands.
While soothing that sight, when Mira dips her foot in the hot tub,
"Wait a minute, if I keep going in, I'll even soak my hair!
I was grabbed on the shoulder with that voice. When Mira looked back, a very tight-bodied tall woman smiled tenderly. Her hair is light purple short, her age is early twenties, and she is a sister with a strong looking impression.
"Speaking of which, I do"
In that sister's words, Mira reminded me that it's manners not to dip my hair in water in a joint bath or something. Looking up at the woman as she untied the twin tails that Mariana had tied to her, Mira immediately strayed her gaze. That's because the chest was claiming too much more than the other person was beautiful. The fact that other bathers continue to send a mixed gaze of envy and jealousy makes it clear that they are well above average.
Mira didn't know how she could tie her hair up properly, but after a little thought, she tied it properly and wrapped it around her neck. The conclusion is that you won't have a problem if you don't dip it to your shoulders.
"Advice, thanks"
That said, your sister's hand grabs Mira's shoulder as she steps into the hot tub again.
"Wait, wait, wait. Well, why don't you take your time? I'll do it."
Your sister unwraps her curly hair around her neck as she holds Mira half forcefully and ties it up handily.
"Me, I have a sister. I have long hair like you and I used to do this to you. Oh, can I borrow that ribbon?
You remember that sister, your sister's voice just gets a little sweeter. Mira nods "um" and hands over her head the ribbon she unravels with the twin tails.
"Later, this is how... Yes, it's okay now."
Beautifully tidied hair is carefully fastened with ribbons, and Mira is satisfied with its performance when she checks the condition of her hair with both hands.
"This is going to slow you down. Thanks."
In front of Mira, who thanked her for her retrospective, a brilliantly fruitful symbol of motherhood.
"You're welcome... What's wrong?
Her sister leans her neck toward Mila, who hastily turns away but cares slightly, and traces that restless gaze.
"Oh, well. Neither are you."
"No!? That's it!?
The sister, who perceived with attitude, puts her face closer to Mira's chest in a forward bend as she says. In contrast, Mira began to lose sight of the facts she had been hiding and wandering into a wolf's mood.
"Could it indeed be a time of concern if I were about your age? Yeah, but it's okay! Because with this now, I'm sure the future will be bigger."
Your sister stretches out her sledge and back and puts her hands on both Mira's shoulders, guaranteeing the future, yes.
"Oh, um, that's reassuring..."
On second thought, there's no way that such a pretty self could have looked at her breasts with a lower heart. Yes, and now she realizes that Mira looked down at her chest, pushing unspeakable emotions at the same time as relieving herself of the words.
(Well, it's not perfect as it is!)
Confirming again, Mira was confident of her breasts.
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