Pervert King Seong Gui Nam

I quickly laid Na Mun-jeong on the floor and looked at her condition.

Judging from the fact that the blood is not hardened and wet, it seems that it has not been long since the blood came out or it is still flowing out.

I don't think I got hurt.

I think I've broken my period.

I know well about that because I only have six older sisters.

"Oh, my God. He's got a bad period."

Then take off your pants first.

"What do you want me to do when you take it off?"

[My daughter is going to hit me. You do what you need to do. Sex or something like that.

"You're such a jerk. What's the point of doing to a girl with a broken period?"

You can put a towel underneath and do it gently. There's a problem with bacterial infections...]

"No, you crazy man, your period is not the problem... ...uh-huh."

What's in this little skull?

Every time I do this, I have a bad temper.

I was so speechless that I lost my words and shook my head, and he smiled back.

[Laughs] I'm kidding. I tried it out once. What a rotten human being.]

"Get lost, you idiot. Your eyes were real.”

[Still, he's a man of substance] I don't like to touch a girl who's drunk and lost her mind.]

"How's it going with your girlfriend's mom?"

It's a win-win situation. There's no reason not to do it even though they want it and I want it. I promised to take it to the grave that night.]

You're having sex with your girlfriend's mother.

Oh, and by the way.

"Oh, what should I do with my clothes?"

I'm worried about the blood on my pants, let alone Na Mun-jeong.

Because the top wears the uniform, but the pants wear the same clothes.

It was ivory-colored cotton pants, of course, if it were dark-toned clothes.

A hand-sized blood stain was stamped on the front of the red pepper area, which is too much to serve in this state.

It's called ketchup.]

"No way."

[Oh, it's a galbi restaurant, so I'll call it red pepper paste.]

"No, it's not about ketchup or red pepper paste, it's about having something on your pants."

I tried rubbing it with a wet towel, but it won't come off.

[I wore it as soon as I opened the wrapper, so it's a shame.]

"I mean. What should I do?"

I was sitting in a chair and searching for a way to erase blood on my smartphone when I heard a sign at the entrance.

"Oh? Chief Sung came out early.”

It was manager Kim of the kitchen.

Usually, he is the first person to come out and open the door.

"It's nice to be close to home."

"Oh, I moved, by the way. But what's with the blood? Are you hurt?”

"No, it's his."

I pointed to Na Mun-jeong scattered around the A hole.

Kim's impression is frowned upon.

"Who is it?"

"Moonjung."

Moonjung? Did you sleep at the store yesterday?”

"No, I brought the crumpled one in front of the door, but I think it's my period.”

"Oh, no... ...sleep him before he gets here. When I see blood in the morning, I'm going to make a fuss about it.”

The store manager is famous for believing in jinx and superstitions.

If a woman comes into the store first, she rides illegally, putting the female employees off by an hour.

If Na Mun-jeong is doing that, today's business may be completely closed.

"Moon Jung, me Moon Jung?" You shouldn't be doing this here. Moon Jung-ah....."

Kim, who entered the room, slapped him quite hard, but Na Moon-jung did not respond.

"How many did you drink yesterday?”

"I don't know because I'm in the middle."

"No, I can't. Take Sung to your house."

"What?"

Manager Kim said again, chinning my pants.

"I think I'll have to change. Take him while he's gone. I don't want to hear the manager make a fuss this morning."

That's true of me, too.

"I'll wipe the floor with blood, so hurry up. I'll tell the manager."

Manager Kim raised Na Mun-jeong without any time for me to answer back and gestured at me.

You mean put your back on me.

In the end, I was carried on my back.

Manager Kim found a denim in a paper shopping bag and tied it around his waist.

On my way home, I stopped by a convenience store and bought a sanitary pad at the embarrassment.

When I first carried it on my back, it felt quite light, but it was hard to get from the store to the convenience store to the front of the house.

It's time for the sun to rise, so my whole body is sweating.

This is the last crisis.

My house is on the third floor.

There is no elevator because it is a studio villa.

I stood in front of the stairs and, like when I marched in the army, I didn't even know what to do.

A murder without a subject is just popping up.

"Oh, I'm going to kill you... I'm going to kill you, really..."

[We're here. Cheer up.

"Hey, can't you help me?"

I'd love to. Do you want me to sing for you?]

"Yes, something exciting... ...let's go."

I'm going to you, cutting through the hot coat.

"Suck, the song selection is good. I'm so excited."

The last slam dunk in the first verse! I finally arrived in front of the room at part.

I'm trying to open the door with a key on my back.

"Koo... ..."

I think these two sons of bitches just threw up on my neck.

Whether it is a hot soup or a dry ingredient flows back and forth on the neck.

In the meantime, he was worried that his prayers would be blocked, so he never raised his back and waited until the vomit was finished.

I was confident that my stomach was stronger than anyone else because I had been cleaning the bathroom of the restaurant since I was young, but the metaphysical stench, which I can't describe what this punk ate as a snack, hit my nose and burst into nausea.

I suppressed with impatience that something was about to come up from my throat.

"Whoa..."

It's a lot. Calm down, sir.]

"Oh, I'm fine. I'm not angry."

The work has gone off.

Calm down, calm down.

He calmly searched for the keyhole, twisted the door and entered the house.

After throwing Na Mun-jeong roughly in front of the entrance, she took a roll of toilet paper and a plastic bag and wiped the vomit off the hallway.

You ate a lot of sea snails noodles and kimchi pancakes.

I came back to my house and squatted next to Moonjeong.

Look at him. He's sleeping with his mouth open. Haha, look at the cotton on your hair.

He barely restrains the desire to lower his stomach with his fingers and cleans his mind with a sigh that has a lot.

"Whoa..."

[Good job]]

"I really want to kill him."

What's wrong with people? Alcohol is a son of a gun.]

I came home, but it's just the beginning.

I can't leave my face and hair full of five bytes and my baby with a broken period in my Sweet Home. I barely finished organizing my house yesterday, and I even went to a new blanket.

First of all, I called manager Kim to explain the whole story, and the manager was handed over the phone.

You've done five-byte?

"Yeah, I'm going crazy..."

Hey, just take a break in the morning and come out in the evening.

"No, I'll be right there when I'm done organizing."

Don't come here because you're being dishonest. Where do you get some girl's blood in the morning? When you come out in the evening, don't come to the store right away and stop by somewhere. It looks like a convenience store. And I called in front of the store. I have to sprinkle salt.

I took off my T-shirt and pants only after the call.

Let's get started.

Having become a panty wind, I took off Na Moon-jung's shoes first, lifted up my body and pushed her into the bathroom.

[Are you going to wash?]

"You should. What if you just leave it like this and roll around in bed? It smells amazing.”

[Just in case, take a picture of yourself before you wash up.]

"Why?"

[Sometimes he'll say something else or report a sexual harassment] Why did you take off your clothes and wash yourself?]

"Oh... I see."

I actively agreed with the opinion of Gamseongdae, so I took pictures of the upper and lower body of Na Mun-jeong, who was covered in blood, and carefully filmed the things that were buried in my body.

[Then can I play next to you while you're washing up?]]

"I don't care if you hit your daughter or your big drum, and shut up now because it's distracting.”

[Thank you.]

Na Mun-jeong's upper body was placed against the wall and the T-shirt was lifted up.

The soil drips down.

Next, unbuttoned the pants and unzipped the zipper.

It's skinny jeans, so I'm going to have a hard time taking them off.

Like peeling off a sausage, I grabbed the pelvic part of my pants and pulled them down.

It smells like blood.

I looked carefully at the lower part of the body just in case there was a wound, and as expected, my period was right.

I didn't take off my underwear, but I turned on the water in the shower to set the temperature to a little hot.

Like washing hair in a hair salon, lie your hair back, lean it against the toilet, and wash the residue off your hair first. Wash your face thoroughly with water on your hands.

I was going to pump the shampoo to wash the tip of my hair slightly with vomit, but since then, I washed all of my hair.

How heated I was, even though I was in my underwear and I was in my underwear, all of this was carried out in a mechanical movement without a stitch of emotion.

Like an undertaker doing salt work.

Take a look at your body with a shower.

The vomit and blood became one and were sucked into the sewer with a strange color.

Since Na Moon-jung also has human rights, I tried to deal with only this much, but the menstrual blood flowing from the underwear continues to bother me.

I have to lay it on the bed, but I don't think I can put a towel on it with this much.

"Hey, why don't you get up now?”

Just in case, I slap my cheek and shake it, but my tightly locked eyes show no sign of opening.

It struck me again that a person could be this drunk.

In the end, he put his hand behind his back to take a full-body shower and even fill his sanitary pad to unlock the bra hook.

Tok

I pulled my bra forward without thinking about it.

"Wow..."

[Oh, my god...]

At the same time, the exclamation of emotion burst out from the mouth of me and the emotional group.

I've never seen such a beautiful heart in my life.

[A-level, or S-level.......... this is really...... wow...... I can't speak.]

A work of art that perfectly meets all the conditions of a great heart as explained earlier by Gam Sung-dae.

a model answer to milk, without blemish, with elasticity, proportion, or color.

The size seems to be about B-cup, which is the ideal size for men, including me.

I didn't really have any fantasies about Pingdu. But looking at her chest, I think I know why people are making sounds. How can such a pretty color come out of a human body? I literally have an aura. Whoo...]

Light pink, as close to perfection as strawberry milk.

It was amazing that such a color came out of a person's body, as the emotional group said, and I even had the illusion that some mysterious halo was flowing out of the milk.

The wheel also draws a smooth pink circle without any bumps.

[Normal skin and lip color...] Gosh, I can guess the color of the nipples. Gosh... her skin is white... and her lips are white!So, how much? I expected it to be pink, but I didn't expect it to be this much... Sigh, Sigh, maybe it's the same color there...]

"Okay, just do one thing. Talk or hit your daughter. I'm so distracted.”

But how can you not even put it on?]

"Yeah. Strangely, I don't feel sexual at all."

[That's right now... Whoo, Whoo, I think I'm going to beg your pardon!] It's so pretty that I can't even speak. Hehe]

"So don't talk."

It wasn't just the marvelously beautiful chest.

Looking at Na Mun-jeong sitting on the toilet tile wall with her head slanted to her shoulder and her toes stretched out, I could see why she called her body art.

I can't believe there was such a dynamical body hidden in a small, delicate body when I was dressed.

I stretched out my thumb and index finger, with the attraction of an unknown soul, and put a little nipple in between.

Bo, it's soft!

In case it was cold, it was washed with warm water that was a little hot, so the nipples melted.

With another soul attraction, this time I gently pressed the whole nipple with my thumb and gently rubbed it clockwise, as if I were turning on the PC.

Stand, stand, stand! He's standing!

As if the nipples were responding to my soul's call, they raised their heads shyly and soon became stiff.

[Brother, ha-ak, brother-in-law, Na-mun-jung...]

But that punk really sucks.

I put my head down this time, with the stupid groaning of the emotional unit behind me, and put the tip of my tongue slightly to the coveted, brilliant pink fruit...

I opened my eyes!]

Damn it, you'really.

an end

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