Devil Teacher

1.

Why not?

A friend who couldn't change his life.

I've done everything I can to protect her, even in the moment of being ravaged by the vicious hand of the eunuch.

I knew that I would not be rewarded.

Seo-hyun was used to not being rewarded.

I haven't gotten anything back, even though I've been in love with Eugene for over a decade.

No matter how good friends she was around, Eugene returned nothing even if she was heartbroken by the fever of love.

That was enough.

I didn't want to reward her in particular.

I thought that watching from afar was also a form of love.

That was enough at the time.

"Uh-huh... Ugh..."

However, Seo-hyun learned pleasure from Yuchan.

How delightful it is to kiss peacefully with a woman you like.

I learned how amazing it is to suck each other's breasts and rub their pussy.

He taught us all how much liberation it is to do something we shouldn't do, and how to break and crumble.

Sometimes when we slept together, we kissed quietly, or when we washed together, we were satisfied with stealing our bodies...

Like Naye, like Maria, like Semi?

There is a beautiful body, though there is no heart in it.

There is something that can make Seo-hyun happy and enjoyable.

My head is dizzy.

Is it because he's been sticking stuff in the back since before?

Seo-hyun noticed that his mind was leaning towards one side.

"Ugh.. Ugh.. Heh..!"

Yoochan was grasping Seo-hyun's thin waist and pushing her back.

Use a rear-end ONAHOLE as always, looking at the nakedness of the red semi with messy doodles and the smooth backside of Seo-hyun.

"Harbor.. there.. there.. let me do more..!"

What else set fire to Seo-hyun's body?

Did he burn like this when he said he could fuck Eugene?

Her reaction was more explosive than before.

The tears that fall between the crotch and the hoofed crotch are already thrilling enough to create a small pool on the floor.

"Seo-hyun also wants to play with Eugene, right?"

Seo-hyun didn't answer the question straight away.

It is proof that she is hesitant to not hear the words of decisive denial.

There was a flattering conflict between the original Seo-hyun and the ruined Seo-hyun by the eucharist.

I can't help it.

At this point, I needed to push my back a little.

We need temptation sweet enough to bury bad morals and values so far.

Yoo Chan scratched his phone while sticking his cock at Seo-hyun.

"Seo-hyun, look at this."

Then he shows liquid crystals in front of Seohyun's cell phone.

At that moment, I saw Seohyun's round shoulders tighten together.

Seo-hyun's shaking eyes stare at a picture that shines brightly in the dark.

It was a picture of a baby girl sleeping naked in a hotel bed.

Eugene, who has recently fallen asleep without knowing the water of the world, reveals his pussy.

Photographs that are not as clean as they've been before.

No, it would not be an exaggeration if this is the first time that you see it properly.

Shadow-drawn gait and sympathetic clitoris.

Eugene's vaginal hole, through which the lamellar fluid flows, squirms pink mucous membranes by the fingers of the eucalyptus, which widens the vagina.

Enlargement was good enough to show one pore at a time.

"Argh..!"

When I saw Eugene's picture, I noticed that Seo-hyun's back hole was tightening.

Is it really because Eugene was confirming and desperate that he had fallen into his hands, or just because he was excited by her colorful body?

I didn't know if he was either or both.

"You want a picture?"

"I... I don't... I don't... I don't... need to stop... when I say it...?"

"What are you talking about now?"

"It's hard to... huff... talk..."

I don't have the heart to change it because it adheres to my heart.

However, even if I didn't like it in my mouth, I knew that Seo-hyun would want this picture.

It would be a reflex to conceal the shame of complaining about torque during sex that has never said anything.

"So you don't need it?"

Let's make one assumption that the situation doesn't make sense.

Let's give one gift to a young adult.

If the boy gave her a naughty picture of a long-loved girl, how many of them would go in and say no?

Seo-hyun became more deformed and impulsive than anyone else.

It is probably the same as Seo-hyun, a male student who has been in puberty for a long time.

Seo-hyun couldn't have taken Eugene's picture.

But I barely resist desire because I know it's wrong.

Of course, the resistance was also mildly suppressive, as if it were a child's wrist twist.

"If it weren't for me, how could Eugene have seen the pussy so hostile? You see this? I've been nailing you for two hours and your pussy is swollen. No greed for these rare photos?"

"Ugh.. Ugh.. Hehe.."

You must be heartbroken.

It doesn't hurt.

It's strange.

Even at this moment, when I made it clear that Eugene had passed to Yuan,

Crawling smouldering is a pleasure, not a pain in the heart.

When you masturbate in front of an elevator, when you try to trick Kim Maria into rape, like when you give a semi into the hands of a eunuch,

Pleasure to commit something you shouldn't do.

"Then I'll let you know in a positive way."

Seo-hyun's phone was vibrated once.

Yoochan and Seo-hyun sent pictures to a telegram set up to have a secret conversation.

There is also the automatic deletion of conversations provided by the telegram itself, and it is an application that cannot track the path due to the investigative power of the Korean police, so I always liked to send and receive records except for everyday conversations.

"I didn't let it get erased this time. Take it when you want it."

After roughly throwing back his cell phone, he changed his weight and put Seo-hyun to bed.

How to take that picture is a time to leave it for later enjoyment, and it's time to enjoy Seohyun.

One foot in Seohyun's back hole.

Once again, Eugene takes a step away from Semi and goes to the hotel where Eugene will wait.

2.

"Are you mad?" '

Eugene was in the hotel's living room with two eyes swollen.

A word that you threw and went,

He flew like a sharp harpoon and stuck it in his chest, a shock that Eugene no longer had.

"I'm not bragging..."

The teacher is a good person.

You can't say that.

How angry would you be if you pissed him off?

Eugene defends the euphemism while defending himself.

The chest wound he left behind was tingling, but he did not resent him.

I might have been scared.

Even if you grumble, there won't really be anyone left next to you.

So this is not a teacher, it's just Eugene's fault.

Gulp! Gulp!

The vodka in the minibar flows into the neck of the quail Eugene.

One day, when I put the bottle back in place, the tears that had formed when I drank were falling on my thighs.

"Han Seo-hyun... fox..."

Eugene had two more issues to worry about, even though he was angry with the teacher.

A little while ago, I got into a fight with Dr. Yuan.

A call from Seo-hyun in the middle of the night.

On second thought, it may have been too wiping.

No matter how much you become a boyfriend, you have privacy.

However, the person who knew the substance of Seohyun could not worry.

Because if Hanseok Hyun is a royal pervert masturbating in front of a friend, he would do all kinds of tricks to entice him at any time.

"Besides..."

Call about 2 hours ago.

I made dozens of phone calls to the teacher, and it was Han Seo-hyun who got the call.

Yeah. What do you mean, leave it?

You're a rapist? A sex offender? Protecting me from a teacher like that?

There's some degree of nonsense, too.

It is clear that Yoon Chan would not have been contacted deliberately, and Seo-hyun is interfering with him by means of seedlings.

Besides, I snuck in and took a call to take you away from me.

Maybe by now you're sneaking up on your own jokes?

Eugene used his fingernails as a relief to chew the chopsticks and once again sip a vodka.

Honestly, I can't believe Seo-hyun is a lesbian right now.

I couldn't believe anything more than the fact that she was hitting the gura with her mouth open.

No matter how much I thought about it, Seo-hyun tried to take you away.

Eugene, who was alone in anxiety and regret and inclined to drink, looked at the sky that had just begun to twist.

At that time, the front door of the hotel was sounded.

Eugene raises his head.

It pops out to the front door like a dog that welcomes its long-awaited master.

"... sir."

She's wearing a slipper with her shoes off.

I can feel my heart melting just by looking at him.

It was so hard.

I was so distressed.

It is absurd and unreasonable that loneliness, anxiety and grief should disappear at once.

"Let's go in."

He wasn't smiling a bit.

What have you been doing all this time?

I didn't hear from Seo Hyeon because of what he did. I think Seo Hyeon had a chance to hear from him instead.

The myriad of questions sank once again in his singularity and remorse towards him.

Now is the time to put up an apology above all else.

"Sir, I'm... sorry..."

"What's wrong?"

The first time he heard his answer, Eugene thought Eugene was trying to treat everything as useless.

Eugene had a long way to go to take his phone and argued about it.

But it wasn't.

He was facing Eugene's eyes very straight.

With your eyes to confess your sins.

"I'm trying to interfere... with your... privacy..."

From a very objective point of view, it is true that Eugene's reaction was somewhat violent.

But it was also a reaction that could be seen between lovers.

An ex-girlfriend who called her boyfriend late.

And a boyfriend who doesn't want to tell you about the call.

If the relationship between the two had been horizontal enough, Eugene could have been a problem.

But at first glance, the two were in fact quite clear top-down structures.

Eugene cannot live without a euphemism.

Eugene is fine without Eugene.

It is the ascending and descending relationship that results from this.

Therefore, Eugene was forced to apologize to Eugene rather than blame him.

Even though none of those doubts were solved.

"I'll tell you what, because you apologize honestly. You know Seo-hyun met me for a very short time, right?"

"Yes..."

"I've been counseling you regularly since we broke up. I was scheduled for last week, but I didn't meet you when I was traveling with you."

Psychological counseling for your ex-girlfriend?

No matter how difficult it was to accept.

"You're... dating me, aren't you?"

If Eugene was positive about this answer, Eugene was going to say:

'Then maybe you're worried about my girlfriend being in contact late at night?' I said.

But Eugene didn't even give Eugene the number of words.

"Does that matter now?"

When I was asked this pressing question, Eugene was forced to keep his mouth shut.

I don't think this is it... but I can't say anything else.

"Eugene, just make an appointment with me."

Eugene felt his body hardened without my knowledge of the promise.

I know how important the 'promise' is between you and me.

The teacher said that the person she hates the most is the one who breaks the promise.

In other words, the moment he breaks this promise, even if he leaves, there is nothing to say.

"What, what?"

"Trust me, no matter what happens in the future. Then I'll forget everything that happened today. I want to give you one more chance. It's going to be a young, confused time."

He smiles and reaches out his pinky fingers.

Opportunity, by the way.

So did you even think about breaking up today?

Eugene, who felt his chest fluttering, reached out his little finger without even knowing it.

I didn't say goodbye myself, but I was afraid of what would come out of his mouth the moment he refused this promise.

When I think about it, there are a number of things that have behaved inappropriately towards him, so I put my finger on them, rationalizing them all as self-sufficiency.

"Whatever happens now... I don't doubt you."

hic bumping fingers.

Before the end of the promise, Eugene hugged him terribly.

With his chunky chest, all negative emotions begin to dissipate, like a marshmallow in a hot coffee.

It felt like drugs.

"Ugh... Ugh..."

"It's okay, it's okay. Now don't cry."

Eugene drops a drop of tears and holds him in his arms.

And an epileptic body odor that I missed so much.

In his clothes, in his arms, in the smell of a familiar cigarette.

The scent of one stalk blooms.

Seo-hyun used to smell perfume and shampoo.

A fragrance that is so ferocious and so deeply buried that I confronted and consulted.

I felt a dark scent in his closet that could not be a ship, except that they had been holding each other for a long time.

When Eugene fell out of his arms again.

She raises her euphemism with confused eyes.

"What's wrong?"

There's a teacher with a sharp smile.

Eugene could not put his suspicions in his mouth.

Because I made a promise not to doubt him.

I couldn't break it in just 10 seconds.

"Oh, nothing."

Eugene lowered his head and replied quietly.

[Reviews] 1.

Third Hiroin Vote Result!

First place is Han Seo-hyun, 114 votes!

Number two is 104 votes in the West Sea!

Seventy-two Kim Marys!

I would like to thank all of you for participating.

I also recognize that Seo-hyun may be voting somewhat because Seo-hyun's voting took place during the episode.

I'll take full note of the story in the future.

It's amazing how high the West Sea is.

I didn't think you'd like the NTL of the tears on the roof...

Isn't that too perverted? (It's a joke!)

2.

I'm thinking about the outbreak.

I didn't think about going out for the first time, but I think a lot of you want to go out if you see the end.

You're probably gay, right?

I want to write something that was not written in the regulations, something that was somewhat refined to suit the readers' tastes.

Bad Teacher Unlimited Edison! It's going to be.

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