I am Noble

My whole body hardened like an electric shock. With my eyes wide open, my face doesn't change. The fine spasms caused by stiffness of the shoulders are transferred to the fingertips.

A trembling voice barely flowed through the moist lips.

“What, what? ”

You want to pretend you didn't hear that? Yeong-woong was still enjoying it. If that's the case, how much more can you make fun of me?

“Do you want to sleep? ”

“I didn't hear... …. ”

“Do you want to sleep? ”

“ ……. ”

“Go to sleep. ”

I became inevitable. Jeong Hyojoo trembled all over. Even the blood on his face turned whiter. By contrast, it's cute to have a red neck.

“We're too early for this. ”

That's all I've been saying for a long time. A seasoned married man would have expected it by now.

“What are you talking about? We were sleeping in the same bed until a few months ago, right? ”

“Th-that's it……. ”

When I was just graduating from middle school, I spent the night talking about going to high school and fell asleep in Jeong Hyoju's bed. She grew up like a brother and sister, so Hyoju's mother saw it the next day and didn't say anything. I've been having sex and eating since I was a kid.

Jeong Hyojoo wouldn't have given his own meaning to sleeping in the house of Jeong Hyojoo. So a five-carat diamond ring before it was gifted as an excuse to be engaged.

It is clearly different from what your childhood friend tells you to go to bed, and what your fiancée tells you to go to bed (even though it's a secret you only know). How can you compare them?

“Why, don't you trust me? What do you think I'm gonna do with you? ”

“ ……. ”

“I'm going to be reunited with the kids tomorrow anyway, aren't you comfortable sleeping there? ”

“…… what do I tell my parents? ”

“You're not gonna say anything. It's because of the assignment. ”

After Jung Hyojoo seemed hesitant, Susu quickly took out his cell phone and called Hyoju's mother. Explaining the simple matter, he asked me to sleep here, Hyoju.

“Look, you're not saying anything, are you? ”

“ ……. ”

Jung Hyojoo, who was badly ruined by the last burial, was dragged away with his hands like that.

“Aren't you going in? ”

When I opened the door, Jeong Hyoju hesitated. She turns back and gently pushes her shoulder. And it's not moving? Are you powering this thing?

“Let's go inside.”

Yeong-woong tightly hugs her waist behind her and pushes her into the front door. What are you so afraid of? A subtle struggle makes a man's heart taste better.

“Go upstairs and wash up. I'll take the first floor. ”

“…… Why am I on this floor? ”

“To keep you from escaping. ”

Yeong-woong lifts up the table and chair and starts piling up in front of the front door. It takes a while to clean up and makes noise. Jeong Hyojoo saw that and was even more flawed. Isn't this a little obvious?

“W-what are you doing? ”

“To keep you from escaping. ”

“Me, why am I running away! ”

“It's written all over your face that you want to run away. But you can't. ”

Jeong Hyojoo did not overcome Yeong-woong's urge, but went up to the second floor in a miraculous manner like the death penalty. As she entered the bathroom, Yusuf took the bathrobe and new underwear and put them in front of the bathroom. And he said to the inside,

“I left my robe and new underwear right here in front of me. ”

“Ugh, yeah! ”

“I'm not going in. Why are you so scared? ”

“Nu, who said anything! ”

The gesture that was shining through the shower curtain was shaking like a frightened chick. All the silhouettes were shining because of the bright light, but Jeong Hyojoo didn't know it. She folds her arms and examines her body for a moment.

“Well, you've been fine since then. ”

Anyway, Yeong-woong also went downstairs and showered. It took a long time to take a shower, so you can't let her get out of the shower first.

I put the uniform away in advance in case I might wear a uniform. I'm already putting it in the drum washing machine and working well to prevent the mumbling of uniforms. I put all the underwear she had taken off at once. Well, perfect.

“Men are forever woodcutters. ”

She whistles and waits for a long time, but she doesn't come down. I can't hear any more water. Yu Ji-woong couldn't wait, so she went upstairs.

“What, what! ”

Jeong Hyojoo sat down and was very frightened when he came up. This is gonna hurt the poor guy's feelings. Someone thinks he's a criminal.

“What are you doing? Come down when you're done. ”

“…… what happened to my clothes, my clothes? ”

“I turned the washing machine. So you didn't want to shower and change? ”

“Th-this underwear is too dirty.... ”

“Where? Show me. ”

She freaks out again as she tries to lift her collar as if to see it for real. She was so cute and pretty, hesitant to wear a shower robe and cloak. The thin, white legs extending under the short robe were smooth and shiny. I feel like it will be very tasty when I touch my tongue.

“…… why do you have this? ”

“I bought it to dress you up. Oh, lots of lingerie, lots of outdoor and lingerie. You have party clothes?”

“ ……. ”

“Would you like a glass of wine? ”

Keeping your arms tight and spilling is not the best way to keep your guard tight. I appreciate being perfectly armed, but I can't keep my nerves in that state forever. People get tired easily as long as they are always nervous. It's natural for me to relieve that kind of mental burden as a future husband.

“I thought you said I couldn't drink. ”

“I did it because I had kids. It's just us now. ”

“... I can't drink. And he's a minor.”

“It's okay because I said so. ”

He wrapped his arms around his waist. A soft, unarmed waist covered in a thin bathrobe. She staggers and follows him downstairs.

“Sit down for a second. ”

With the lights adjusted in advance, the first-floor living room was setting the mood with a slightly darker, subtle light. Young-woong turned on the music. A relaxing classic flows out smoothly. Jeong Hyojoo looked around curiously.

Yeong-woong took the fruit from the refrigerator and put it in a bowl. Then I prepared some wine and went to the living room. I placed the fruit and wine on the table and opened the cork cap.

“Beautiful.”

Jeong Hyoju admired the red wine with a subtle green light. She naturally hugs her waist and tugs at her side. It's a little resistant, but it's still being drawn in. I desperately pull down my bathrobe to cover my thighs where I can't see it with my other hand. It's cute again.

“Beautiful color, isn't it? ”

“Yes.”

“I love red. No wine, no underwear. ”

Jeong Hyojoo blushed his face. Because the color of the underwear set he had prepared was red. I wanted to shoot something, but he grabbed the horse first.

“Bam.”

When I offered him a light toast, Jeong Hyojoo reluctantly raised his glass. He smashed his cup, and Su Kyung Ung slowly drank wine. She looks around at the wine a little scared, then closes her eyes and drinks at once. Wow, that's bold.

Hiccup, hiccup.

Jeong Hyojoo, who swallowed the cup, slightly blushed his face and hiccupped. Young-woong was a little sorry. I chose a guy with some potency on purpose, but I didn't think I'd drink it all in one fell swoop.

“Hyojoo, you're good at drinking. ”

When I said that, I touched my thigh. I felt a moment of excitement with a silky soft touch. She shudders, her legs twitching. I'm a little sleepy with my shots. I wasn't drunk yet.

“You said you could be trusted. ”

“Did I do that? ”

“Well, you did. You're just mad at me about what you think I'm gonna do. ”

“Then trust me. ”

This isn't the same as before, is it? Jeong HyoJoo's complexion became slightly pale. He said as if it were a tree.

“Why can't a girl trust people? If you don't trust me, I'll have to trust you, right? Is that what you want?”

“Well, what the hell. Then you can't... ”

“Then trust me. Okay?"

Nod in a frenzy.

In the subtle classical music and the dark lights, the two continue to clash the glasses. I emptied out a bottle of wine. Jeong Hyojoo, who had a lot of resistance to alcohol, snugly put it in his arms and drank the wine. I no longer stretch my bathrobe to cover my thighs.

She was moderately drunk. Yeong-woong thought this was the right time. Slightly drunk and in a good mood. If you feed more here, you never know when the film will be cut. I don't want that.

I stood up, leaving an empty bottle of wine. She looked at me curiously. He puts his hand under his waist and shoulders and grabs her in a flash. It's not as light as a feather, but it's a lot lighter. My back is thin and my legs are so thin. Does he eat everything but his heart?

Suddenly, he hugs her neck in a panic. But he doesn't tell me to get off. There is a bedroom on this floor. As they climbed the stairs, their eyes met each other. Something strikes the heart with excitement.

You tuck her back into bed and clasp her hands together, lowering her body. She looks at you bluntly, lying down.

“Can I trust you? ”

“So you don't trust me? ”

“But what are you doing... Oops! ”

He snugly tucked himself into bed and tangled his lips. She was momentarily embarrassed, because she suddenly came upon me with her mind unbroken. He struggles and tries to push him away, but he has no strength in his hands.

What I've done so far, it wasn't just a little French kiss on the lips, it was a kiss between a deep lover. Suddenly, she was overwhelmed by the movements of her tongue, which softly settled down on the one hand. The tongue of a man who caressed his tongue like a shy virgin was greedy and also hot.

After a long, hot kiss, Yusuf's lips snapped and he squeezed her cheeks, which had lost the will to resist. The bathrobe was somewhat disheveled, revealing a red brassiere and panties.

“Don't you trust me? ”

“I believe you. But you're acting differently than you are right now... ugh! ”

Another kiss struck her. It was thicker than a little while ago, and the tongue tangled more bitterly. One day, his hand pushed the brassiere cup up and grabbed hold of the sheep that was his.

After the kiss, he said again.

“You don't trust me? ”

The sound of a stuck voice sounds sad. Listening makes me feel like the woman did something really wrong. Jeong Hyojoo panicked and didn't know what to do.

“I believe you. But you've been talking and acting... oops! ”

The kiss struck her again. It's a nice knot that stops reason momentarily. Passionate about kissing, but busy pulling down her gown without resting her hands. When I came to my senses, I was left with only one piece of underwear. Her face turns blue.

“You trust me, right? ”

“I don't believe it! I can't believe I'm going home! Oh, my God! Hyejoo! ”

I can't resist crying. But it's okay. As a seasoned married man, I expected a reaction of this magnitude.

“Am I really that bad? ”

“Mo, that's bad. I want to go home. I want to go home... ”

“Because I'm a bad guy, can't you make me a good guy? ”

“Well, what the hell. That……. ”

“I like you, I like you so much, I want you, and I think I'm being mean because you won't let me keep it. So why don't you make me a good guy? ”

The tears subside. The clear eyes look at you with fear and excitement. You sweep your cheeks down, whispering in her ear.

“You, me. ”

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I'm going to disconnect you here to test your readers' violence.

Sa, please save me;