Let Me Be Reborn

He struck the batsman mechanically. It was not that difficult to write only letters in the form that had already been written. Rather, the experience of writing documents in a long time was quite exhilarating.

Bondi was an office researcher, and paperwork was the main part of the day. Knocking on the typewriter in a frenzy reminded me of the old days and immersed myself.

Hansol sneaks a sneak peek at the lessons he is passionate about.

A slight loose tie. Sleeves flexed up and down the elbow.

The doctrine of masculine charm was clearly different from other middle-aged boys who were involved in the work.

‘Maybe he's even working like that. ’

Hansol swallowed dry saliva without even knowing it. The more I looked at it, the more attractive he was. I thought I was handsome from the first time, but I was more fascinated by my intellect than my appearance.

Her ideal was a man who was smarter than her, and the intelligence that she showed yesterday overwhelmed her.

‘But why was he so obsessed with obsession? · · ’

Too bad. No one in the world is perfect, but one of the many flaws is wildlife addiction. It was also a disgraceful blemish on the mouth.

‘No, there might be something going on. We need to investigate further. ’

Hansol quickly searched through the answers that came up in the search box. An expert who claimed to be an expert caught my eye.

< · · · You must be surprised that the groom secretly saw wild behavior during his honeymoon. But men and women are fundamentally different beings. It's not because I don't love my wife, or because I want to have an affair with another woman. I know it sounds like an excuse, but is it the instinct of a male creature? >

Hansol found his glasses. Her horn-rimmed glasses are a must have for sitting in front of the monitor for a long time. Hansol, who was ignorant in this direction, focused his mind and read the rest.

< Healthy men produce strong semen every day. Rather, if you don't get the semen out in time, it could be worse for your health. And that's part of what your husband does when he masturbates. >

‘Aha, you didn't teach me anything, did you? ’

Hansol voluntarily compiled the information. All she needed now was a theory that would help her understand what he was doing, never to blame or hate him.

I also looked at the comments of others below.

I just held hands with my girlfriend, and it got bigger. So be sure to get out of the water before you meet. Otherwise, it would end up hurting my balls.

"You're right." You can't blame your husband for that. At least the kids who masturbate secretly with their wives or girlfriends are pure giants. I could pay someone else to do it, but why wouldn't I?

Hansol gradually understood his teachings.

‘Yes, because he was too healthy. · · Because they are vigorous enough to drain water every day. ’

I heard that he didn't have a girlfriend. Of course, there would have been no other way to drain the overflowing semen than by masturbating.

"But were you carrying around such a tantrum? ’

Usually, they are hidden deep in the computer storage space. Her common sense did not make sense to bring it to school on a USB drive for work.

When you can't stand it, you're gonna let him go to school? ’

Hansol imagined him masturbating. Sneaking into the school's computer, sneaking things out and shaking them around. When I think of the wild scene, my face suddenly flutters without me knowing it.

I feel ashamed of myself for asking him to work and imagining dirty things. She quickly turns off the search box and corrects her posture.

‘I've never done this before in my career · ·. ’

Hansol is a certified walkerholic.

I ran forward like a bruised horse, following the nickname "work-married woman." I sometimes heard the word "crazy about promotion." It was a style that focused solely on work, without having to shop on the internet or search for news.

But now I've been searching for the reason why men see bullying with a knowledge search. No matter how much I thought about it, I didn't understand. I felt like I was possessed.

"Why am I really doing this? ’

By the time Hansol was deeply distraught about his actions, he had finished the map. To him who had a clear memory of Lee Jungwoo, working with a simple document was funny.

“Teacher.”

“Ugh, yeah? ”

“I'm done. ”

“Ver, already? ”

When he finished typing quickly, he came back to Hansol with a file on the USB.

“Can you check? ”

“Yes."

Hansol opened the drive with a tense expression, regardless of whether he received the USD from him. I was distracted by a folder called 'Straight Frog’ which floated as if seen in the root folder. Hansol's mouse cursor stopped on a straight frog without my knowledge.

“Oh, that's not it. Yeah, underneath. ”

He pointed directly at the file location, and suddenly his phone rang. The eyes of Lesson who confirmed the caller froze and looked surprised.

“Oh, why is the professor at this time · · · ·. ”

He hurriedly said to Hansol,

“I'm sorry, sir. Let me talk to the professor for a minute. ”

“Ugh, yeah. Sure."

Learned to leave the school room as if he was in a hurry. His appearance in the hallway shines through the window of the office. Hansol hovers the map file and waits for him to return.

‘The call is getting pretty long · ·. ’

Hansol, who was waiting for a long time for a lesson, suddenly remembered the ‘Straight Frog’ folder. Nightlife that was filling up the USB.

What is the taste of lessons?

There was no one in the office after work. The moment I thought no one could see my monitor, Hansol's heart trembled.

Can I have a look? ’

Seeing other people's provocations was like peering inside secretly. Hansol could not easily open the folder because he felt guilty as if he was looking at someone else's journal.

He was still on the phone in the hallway.

Hansol started to conflict.

‘I'm just checking. ’

Hansol turns off the speaker by elongating his position. Then press the ALT + TAB key to toggle the screen.

‘Little bit · · ·. ’

Hansol clicked on the straightfrog folder with trembling hands.

Sixty-four gigabytes of USB packed with dozens and dozens of activity. Some were titled in Korean, but mainly based on Japanese and Western works.

Hansol carefully clicked on a wild side in Japanese.

* * *

“No, professor, that's not it. ”

He raised his voice to make the hallway flutter.

How long are you going to postpone it?]

"Am I too skinny? ’

[No, it was nice to turn the alarm into a ringtone and talk. But does Miss Han Sol take the bait?]

Did you see that? It's completely embedded in a straight copper folder. You're probably wondering what kind of behavior I'm looking at right now. ’

[But isn't she a virgin who's not interested in sex at all?]

‘That's the point. Hansol is a virgin. ’

Yes?

‘She doesn't have any experience. So you don't know what sex tastes like. ’

[But?]

‘So let me be curious. ’

[Aha.]

Why do you think people see bullying? ’

Voyeurism?

‘There's that, but it's kind of a surrogate satisfaction. It's an indirect experience of what actors do. You'll see. He's probably waiting for me right now, and he's starting to turn on me. ’

Like he said, Hansol was secretly watching.

A space that looks like a school or school.

The woman who looked like a teacher was wearing a skirt as short as herself and a thin blouse with shimmering underwear. It was a genre of wildlife called the academy.

‘Oh, my goodness. It · · · · ·. ’

Hansol breathed silently and focused as a career resembling his own appearances in the act. When the teacher turned around and started writing on the blackboard, a student who looked like a child suddenly opened his legs, opened the zipper, and took the stuff out.

Huff-puff!

Hansol was amazed at the sudden exposure of his penis. It was old age. The camera closed up the male student's penis that looked black and disgusting. Hansol swallows his saliva in the scene.

‘That's what I look like · · ·. ’

Hansol had never looked so closely at a man's penis. When I was making the PPT for sex education, I had access to pictures like human anatomy, so blatantly obsolete.

I would have turned off the screen right away because it was gross as usual, but I wanted to keep trying today.

‘We need to find out more about what she likes. ’

The male student in the video suddenly started beating her daughter, watching the teacher's back. The center of the cock column was grabbed with one hand and swung up and down to inflate with the blood through the crowbar.

‘Wow, me, how did it get so big? Man's stuff is amazing. ’

Hansol had never actually seen an erected object, so he mistook the objects of the wildlife actor as extraordinarily large. At that time, the teacher turning her head to see if she had noticed anything strange.

‘Oops! That student is in trouble now. ’

Possessed as a teacher, Hansol thought that the boys would be dragged to the student department and be greatly discouraged or expelled. But surprisingly, she smiled and approached the student and crouched at her desk.

What, what? What's wrong with him? "

Then he mumbled something in Japanese, and suddenly he started sucking the stuff out of the boy's mouth. When Hansol reached that scene, he couldn't wait any longer and tried to turn off the screen.

At that moment, I heard the voice of instruction behind my back.

“Teacher, what are you looking at? · · · ”

“Oh, my God! ”

Angrily, she quickly turns off the screen and switches the window size down to full screen by mistake. Now the image is filled with a large monitor and the Oral scene is released.

“Oh, no, this is... ”

Hansol was speechless and turned down the computer. At that moment, even the fan noise of the body disappeared and the cool static covered it.

He folds his arms behind her and tightly shuts his mouth, while Hansol bites his lips with a grim look.

Without further ado, he pulled out the USB stick on the main body. Then he turns away, his head bowing. Hansol turns him around.

“D-dor-hoon! Where are you suddenly going?”

“I'm sorry, sir. I'm not in the mood for dinner today. ”

Hansol thought that he was very angry. It was worth it to reveal a disgraceful secret. However, after sending the lesson like this, I did not think I would be able to reconcile with the lesson again.

“But what if he goes on like this? You have to listen to me. ”

He stops.

“What do you mean? ”

“Oh, no. So what happened is · · · ·. ”

Hansol rolled his head quickly, but there was no excuse.

“What happened? ”

I asked as if the lesson had been learned.

It was a face hurt by pride.

“By chance, I mean folder · · · ·. ”

“Why do you search someone else's folder without their permission? ”

“Oh, no, that's · · ·. ”

When he raised his voice, Hansol became troubled again.

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to look, but I don't know. ”

“Forget it. I was careless. That's all there is to it. I shouldn't have brought it to school. ”

“Oh, no. You didn't do anything wrong. ”

“Just don't spread the word."

“Of course not. You, too. ”

“What?”

“I saw this. ”

“I won't pay. Anyway, I'm sorry.”

He lowers his head again and turns away. Hansol gets up from his chair and grabs his wrist.

“Where are you going? ”

“I'm embarrassed.”

“Why? What? Carrying it around with you? A healthy man might. You understand. ”

“· · · It's not that. ”

“Huh?"

“I didn't take it because I was healthy · · ·. ”

He shakes his head as he grits his lips.

Hansol asked again, feeling strange.

“What's the matter? Is something wrong? ”

“It was actually carrying · · · · unhealthy. ”

“What are you talking about? There's no one as strong as you. ”

Suddenly, he sighed deeply and said to Hansol,

“I'll be honest with you about what I found out anyway. ”

“Yes, tell me. The teacher will take care of it.”

“Actually, I'm an Impotence. ”

[Wow, that's bullshit.]

Shut up. ’

“What's that? ”

“Erectile dysfunction. ”

“Foot · · · · · Kick failure? ”

“Yes, erectile dysfunction. ”

He told Hansol again about his embarrassment and not being able to pronounce it properly. Hansol unwittingly lowered his gaze with a pair of disciplined trousers, then shunned his gaze.

Oh, my God. Erectile dysfunction? ’

He said again.

“It hasn't stood up in a couple of months. It grew automatically in the morning. ”

“Oh, yeah? ”

“So I went to the urologist, just in case, and it's called, uh, cardiotoxic impotents. ”

“Cardiac personality · · · ·. ”

“Yes, it's not a functional problem, but it's a mental problem that prevents erection." ”

“Oh my God · · · ·. ”

“The doctor said, It's early 20s, so don't worry too much. Take your time and watch the USB as a treatment regimen. ”

“Oh! That happened! ”

“I told him to look at it whenever he had the chance. You keep getting irritated and saying it might heal naturally · ·. That's why I carry a laptop. I haven't been able to carry it since I practiced. ”

“Oops · · ·. I didn't know that. ”

“But I thought I needed a USB stick, so I picked it up · ·. Hmm."

“That's what happened. I'm sorry, Doreen. I didn't mean to misunderstand. ”

“It's okay. Just keep it a secret. ”

Suddenly, Hansol felt sorry for the lesson. It was thought to be an incurable patient at a young age.

“Dorhun, is there anything the teacher can help you with? ”

< 512. End of Student Practice 56 >

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