Pervert King Seong Gui Nam

"One of the people caught will play the next game."

"I'll do it."

Choi Mi-hyun, who shared the bomb drink twice, raised her hand with her eyes wide open.

I wanted to tackle him because I wanted to, but I didn't know anything about drinking games, so I just decided to give up.

"Here, take your chopsticks."

Depending on Choi Mi-hyun's good moves, everyone is waving chopsticks in their hands.

"It's about the person who looks like he's going to do something. For example, say, "Who do you think won't wash up here?" Then point to the person on the count of three. You know the person who gets the most votes drinks, right?”

Then, the tip of the chopsticks heads towards me.

"Hey, I'm really good at washing up. I take a shower twice a day."

"What? The truth doesn't matter, it's just taking pictures of people who look like it."

Have you ever seen this sullen Goebbels thing?

What's important if the truth doesn't matter?

"Wait, I didn't understand. One more time."

For Kim Song-hee, a pure white who rarely knows the game rules, about three people came forward to explain and even played a practice game before the game began.

"I'll get started, then. Who do you think has the least romantic relationship with? One, two, three!"

with a jerk

Seven votes.

The number of people who photographed me out of ten.

You sons of bitches.

The important thing is, I took a picture of myself because I was embarrassed by the chopstick bombardment that stuck in me for a moment.

You, you, you betray me?

self-dividing fun

"Ha..."

I looked up because I was so dumbfounded that even the emotional zone was facing me at the tip of my finger.

[Laughing] This is Mihyun's shot at you. Anyway, it's fun to play games after a long time.]

Do the people gathered here know?

They're playing games with ghosts.

Bunshinsaba jam.

"I'm almost out of votes, chief. Laughing."

"Honestly, how many have you dated so far?"

"Huh? About three..."

Park Min-ho is smirking with strange nostrils.

"That's more than I thought."

I want to slap on the cheek.

"Chief, you should eat."

The taste of alcohol is sweeter than ever when drinking the penalty liquor given by Choi Tae-soo. Like my past life.

"Now you can decide what game you want to play.”

"This is fun. I'll take this."

At heart, I want to shoot Park Min-ho or Choi Mi-hyun, but I think about a wide range of questions that will not be strange to anyone for the fun of the game.

What would be good?

"The real, dirty, dirty, dirty thing!”

"Tae-soo, do you have any desire these days?"”

"Yes, bird, the nut is screaming that it's hungry."

"Oh, brother, it's really dirty."

Amid this and that conversation, I suddenly noticed a girl blowing a bottle of beer silently in the corner.

Jung Sung-ah (24)

It is a boy with several metal piercings in his ears with a manly short-cut hairstyle.

Personally, in terms of face itself, I think it is comparable to Min Ha-yeon (weekly part-time job), the number of self-employed lip service, but her beauty is being devalued due to her smoky makeup style and her sexy and funky fashion.

I think I'm in the mid-160s. I think I'll look really pretty if I grow out my hair and dress up femininely.

Come to think of it, I haven't talked much with Jung Sung-ah.

Contrary to his outstanding appearance, he is a very quiet child, so I think it is the same with other people besides me.

I followed you to the second bar yesterday, but there is no particular memorable conversation.

Even at this moment, I sometimes laugh at what others say, but I didn't see him speak out first.

Okay, let's shoot Jung Sung-ah.

He seems a little less sociable, so he's targeting that point.

"Then I do."

When I picked up my chopsticks, the conversations in and out of the air stopped in an instant.

"Who do you think has the least friends here? One, two, three!"

with a jerk

Seven votes.

The number of chopsticks I'm hooked on.

A cheek show.

"He blew himself up!"

No, it's not.

"I think the chief wants to drink."

Shut up.

"Do you want me to fill you up with soju?”

It's not like that.

What the hell do you guys think I am?

How can you think of me as a hikikomori who has no friends even though I have never been in a relationship before?

"Come on, eat. I made some more soju for you."

"Oh, thank you, Tae-su."

to hire

I've never used alcohol as much as I did today.

[What the hell did you think you were asking?] It's obviously a question for you.]

Do you think so, too?

[I think he has tofu in his head instead of his head. Go to the hospital and get a CT scan.]

I put down my glasses and glanced at Jung Sung-ah.

The emotional band who pretended to understand it nods its head.

[Oh, did you want to feed Jung Sung?]

Now we can see each other just by looking at each other's eyes.

Now, give me the answer as a gamegoer.

[Hmm... ] Let's make him the most popular guy of the same sex.]

Good Job.

Why didn't I think of that?

I don't know what's in my head, but I think you have the right thing in your head.

I raised my chopsticks again.

"I'm going to the same one. Who do you think is most popular with the same sex here?"

I took a moment to tell them exactly what I meant, and then slowly counted.

"One, two, three."

with a jerk

Unlike the previous two votes, the ends of chopsticks were quite crossed.

"I think it's either Sung-ah or Tae-soo."

As Choi Mi-hyun said so, the person who took the picture of Choi Tae-soo should put the chopsticks down and the person who took the picture of Jung Sung-ah should put the chopsticks down.

The result was a 4-3 victory for Jung.

Three women except Jung Sung-ah and I took a picture of Jung Sung-ah.

The advice of the emotional college's tweezers worked properly.

I'm satisfied with the results I've been thinking of, but I'm disappointed that no one took a picture of me.

"By taking this opportunity, Sung-ah is so cool. Hehe."

When Na Moon-jung smiled and said, Kim Song-hee and Choi Mi-hyun also helped each other.

"Did you get a lot of fan letters when you were in school?"

"Oh, I think so. There was a senior like an older sister in my school. She was really popular.”

Jung Sung-ah shrugs her shoulders with a subtle smile that she won't deny and takes a cool one-shot of the punishment. I didn't eat any side dishes.

"Sung-ah will decide the next game. Should I keep doing this, or do something else.

Jung Sung-ah answered Choi Tae-soo's question without hesitation.

"Let's play king."

"Oh, it's finally coming out, King Game!"

Jung Sung-ah's eyes flash in an instant.

"It's a hardcore king game. No rejection. If the king asks you to do it, you must do it. The king can order a total of three times, and he can order it once, too."

It was a little different from the original king game.

Everyone agreed that Jung's feet would be interesting.

"Then I'll have to set it up. Does anyone have a pen?”

"Oh, I have one."

Choi Tae-soo engraves numbers on cigarettes with the look of a fisherman who checks the net.

They went back into the pack of cigarettes out of view.

"Come on, pick it up one by one."

Everyone picks up one by one and pecks down the cigarette as if checking the cards.

I was number two.

If I were the king, I could turn on the emotional or the map.

"Come out, come out, come out, come out, come out, come out, come out, come out, come out, come out ♬"

When Na Mun-jeong kicked the table with her palm, some people sang along.

"Who is the king?"

Jung Sung-ah raised her hand chicly.

"Me."

Then he crosses his legs and adds.

"From now on, the title of my name is Queen."

Haha, call yourself Queen.

The impression seems to be bigger because the normally quiet kid says that.

Isn't there any normal woman in our store?

With the situation at this point, even the identity of the 52-year-old chef Deokseon Mo is curious.

"Did you check the number?”

Jung Sung-ah's tone and attitude had changed dramatically changed her attitude.

Like the Queen of the Absolute Monarchy, that look of looking down on a person shows that she is completely immersed in the situation.

I don't know if it only seems strange to me, but the others are trying to match the atmosphere with the queen and the queen.

In a one-eyed country, two-eyed people are abnormal, but I feel like I'm the only one who can't understand the atmosphere.

Jung Sung-ah, who was looking at the faces of the slaves with a noble look, opened her mouth.

"First of all, I'll make a wish. Who's number three?"

In the ordinary king's game I know, a king can only give orders to others, but he cannot give orders to himself.

However, Jung Sung-ah's proposed hardcore king game was completely breaking the rules.

A true hardcore, literally, that can't be rejected.

"Uh, number three, me."

Lee Joon-gu, a male part-timer sitting on my right, raised his hand.

Twenty-two years old, he is also serving and managing charcoal in a store.

He is currently taking a leave of absence from school and works part-time at our restaurant in the evening and at a fast food restaurant in the daytime to collect tuition. So I always look tired, but I have a good reputation for work.

"Come over here and get down."

Jung Sung-ah said pointing under her feet.

"What?"

"Come under my feet and lie face down. Like a dog."

After a short silence of about 10 centimeters, Choi Tae-soo started laughing.

"Kkkkkkk, Sungah, awesome. You're so charismatic."

"Was he always this kind of character?"

"You're so funny. Lie down like a dog, giggle."

Their response caught cold wrinkles between Jung Sung-ah's eyebrows.

"Who's Sung-ah and who's older. She's the queen."

Another short silence.

Slaves gulp down laughter.

Guys, is this funny? I think he's not normal. I think you guys are thinking too easily.

"No. 3! Come on! Get down! Are you going to end the game like this?”

"Yes? Oh, yes."

Poor Jun-gu thought the atmosphere was loose because of him, so he hurriedly crumpled up his half-removed sneakers and went out to Jung Sung-

"Oh, what do I do?”

"Crow down a little away from the sofa. So I can put my feet on my back.”

"Like this?"

"Would you like to put the queen on the horse?"

"Like this, Queen?"

"That's right."

When Jun-gu lay down with his upper body folded over his knees, Jung Sung-ah stretched out her feet in angled boots over him. He nods his head satisfactorily with his arms crossed.

"Are you a slave or not?”

"Oh, no."

"I told you to put the queen at the end, didn't I? From now on, if you don't add the queen, we'll have half a glass of soju."

"I don't choose you, Queen."

"Yeah, that's how you're a good slaves.

He continued, tapping Jun-gu's bulging buttocks.

"Well, let's get started, slaves."

Everyone started to check their numbers again when Jung Sung-ah declared war.

Given Lee Joon-gu's miserable condition, the strange tension and expectation that the main order would definitely be worse penetrated between the silence.

One thing for sure is that Jung Sung-ah's method acting is so good that everyone is getting immersed in the situation.

I was looking at Jung's face like a daughter-in-law who was being inspected by her mother-in-law in the refrigerator.

The queen's lips slowly opened.

"No.2 and..."

Oh, it's me.

"It's number nine, but don't tell me who it is first and stay quiet.”

Who's number nine?

I'm looking at each of them, but I love how they were born in their past lives. Everyone is appealing with a poker face or camouflaged look that they are never.

Then what's the matter, some of you will have to do something with me in the end.

He only shrugs his shoulders to see if he couldn't check the number.

I couldn't see it because everyone was covering it with their hands.]

Damn it, since it's like this, you have to be a woman.

If you look at Jung Sung-ah's mood, I'm sure she'll give you a warm touch, but the male and female couples are not allowed to do it.

Jung Sung-ah, who was touching her lips, gave orders before finding the slave.

"Number 9 Washes nipples for 30 seconds."

I'm on the fast side.

You suck someone's nipples for 30 seconds!

Except for me, Lee Jun-gu, and the Queen, the remaining sex ratio of men and women is likely to be 4 to 3. The odds are high.

"First, raise your hand twice."

While looking at each other's perceptions, I had to raise my hand first.

Everyone's eyes are on me.

Among them, Ko Sung-min and Choi Tae-soo had a particularly bad expression.

You Sipalom, are you guys? One of you is destroying my nipples!

"Then who's number nine?"

Please, woman, woman!

If you're not a woman, give me Park Minho and Park Minho!

Give the spoiled brat a sense of shame.

It was then.

"Oh, what the heck!"

Choi Mi-hyun threw the cigarette in her hand into the air and screamed.

A cigarette hit the ceiling and fell on the table said "Gu."

It was written in Korean in a kind manner, so that it might be confusing with number 6.

"Choi Mi-hyun won!"

"Hey, Chief, that sounds great. I've been sucked in by a 13-year-old kid. This isn't a punishment."

Choi Tae-soo and Kim Seok-hyun shouted as if they were jealous.

"Oh, be quiet! Why the chief of staff? I mean, Queen, I'd rather have three bombs, okay?"

Choi Mi-hyun appealed to Jung Sung-ah in a tearful voice, but she could not defeat the queen's dictatorship.

"I told you there was no refusal. If you didn't like it, you should have caught the king. Everyone had a chance. If you choose, next time you catch the king."

"Oh, my God."

"Oh, you're a slave, and you're not supposed to come out like this. Keep in mind that I know your number. We can order something worse next time. Like sucking your toes and stuff like that's

LOL. LOL. LOL. LOL.

I can't stop laughing.

My sweaty prostate is shaking because I think Choi Mi-hyun will wash my nipples.

[What are you splitting into pieces?] You have to take it, I don't like you either.]

forget

"Hey, I don't like you either? I'd rather be fed up with Tae-soo than you."

How dare you, in the face of Choi Mi-hyun? The expression passed by.

You thought I liked Ji, but it's ridiculous because it keeps coming out like this.

I don't think it would be a bad idea to insult me this way unless I have a good feeling for myself.

"Can't I just do it? White rose....."

Kim Song-hee intervened, but was rejected by the dictatorial queen.

"What's up with number two? Get out of the way and get out of the way."

"Yes, Queen."

I went forward, taking off my T-shirt in a dignified manner, as if Piccolo, who joined with God, took off his training cloak. The smell of the body mixed with the smell of galbi comes up.

Tae-soo said a word to Choi Mi-hyun, who is still sitting and denying the reality.

"Hey, what's going to happen to you if you're like this? Laughing."

"Yeah, let's do it quickly and let's save him. She's going to lose her back."

Eventually, Choi Mi-hyun, who realized that she was an outfielder, walked out grumbling.

"Wow! See you when I become king next time."

Then he looked at my chest and was shocked.

"Oh, Mr. Manager, I hate you so much! Why is there so much hair on the nipples!"

LOL. LOL.

an end

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