Pervert King Seong Gui Nam

"I'll go wash up. There's beer in the fridge, so take it out and eat it."

"Uh, uh."

Jung Sung-ah, who received the pledge of obedience from me, took out a heavy sports bag and entered the bathroom. Like the bag that Ha Jung-woo carried tools in the pursuer, it was a very suspicious bag at a glance.

Apparently, something that has never been experienced before is about to begin.

A moment later, as soon as the shower heard the sound of water blowing, he whispered quietly to the emotional group.

"Vocal cords, is everything all right? Did he touch the hive? It's a wasp house..."

[Well, from what I've heard, she's different from the sadist I've met before. The older sister had no theory, but Jung Sung-ah is definitely organized.]

"But wouldn't it be the same if you get ripped off? You had a dill in your ass."

[You're not going to be robbed by a man anyway, so what's the matter?]

"You bastard, you're not a concubine?"

[From the perspective of being opened, the feeling itself wasn't bad. There is definitely an orgasm spot in the ass. However, the problem was that he was buried in the bathtub and tortured with water.]

"Seo, isn't that much of an adult?"

Of course. She was a special member of your family. There's no one else like that.]

My vocal cords were a little comforting, but I couldn't stand it without drinking.

I gulped down half the remaining beer and went to the fridge and drank another bottle of Heineken.

I think I feel a little relieved when I get drunk again due to Hercules S.

In the meantime, the water in the shower stopped.

Gamseongdae, who has been spying on the bathroom, exclaims with unknown meaning.

[Wow...]

(Why? Why?)

[Laughing, you watch it yourself.]

(Why! What is it?)

-Tick-click

The door opens. You come in.

At first sight I knew she was my queen.

Oh, my, Gaet.

Jung Sung-ah, wearing a leather corset, garter belt, band stockings, and knee-length leather boots, came out of the bathroom and put a slimmer sports bag on the table.

He wore a leather bracelet with a metal print on it, and his neck is tightly wrapped with a bracelet and a necklace that looks like a set. The make-up was also stronger and darker.

Leather corset fashion and short-cut hairstyle are so well matched.

He turned his head towards me, and he was overwhelmed by the look and laid his eyes on me.

The charisma that I showed briefly during the King's Game at the bar was nothing.

This is the real one.

This is the real queen!

The Queen saw me!

Jung Sung-ah, or the queen, walks into the room.

I heard the sound of his boots sticking on the floorboard and soon stopped in front of me.

When I looked up carefully, the queen looked down at me and said,

"Excuse me."

"Huh?"

"From now on, think of it as a game and obey what I say."

"Oh, okay."

"It might be a little awkward at first, but you just have to follow me. It would be comfortable to think of me as an army assistant."

I swallowed my dry saliva and nodded.

Seong-ah follows me lightly with her head.

Then he pointed his finger in one corner and said,

“상 저쪽으로 치워.”

“어?”

“어, 가 아니라. 예, 여왕님이지 이 더러운 돼지새끼야. 앞으로 내가 하는 모든 말에 예, 여왕님으로 대꾸해.”

쿵!

아프다. 망치로 얻어맞은 것처럼 가슴이 아프다.

근데 희한한 건 더러운 돼지새끼야, 라는 말을 들었을 때 순간적으로 어떤 카타르시스 같은 게 느껴졌다는 것이다.

나 벌써 적응하고 있는 건가.

"Okay, you didn'

"Okay, Queen."

"Okay, clear the table.”

"Yes, Queen."

I do, but I was a little embarrassed.

Still, if both of them were awkward in acting, they wouldn't have known, but since Jung Sung-ah is so naturally immersed, I feel rather sorry on my side. It's like a rookie actor who's working with a big senior for the first time.

As soon as the table was put down in one corner, the next order came out.

"Come to me."

"Yes, Queen."

He stood in front of Sung-ah.

Wearing high-heeled boots made him taller or more similar than me.

I lowered my head without realizing it, but the end of my eyes naturally reached the part of Sung-ah's vagina.

Well, at first glance, I thought it was an all-in-one corset in the form of a one-piece swimsuit, but when I looked closely, the top and bottom were separated. The bottom was just a leather panty and the garter belt was attached to the top. I didn't look back, but I think it's more like a T-shirt.

"Where are you looking at this dirty pig? Don't you raise your head?"

The queen's hand pinches my cheek as I lift my face in surprise.

Naturally, your father's posture was created.

"Where have you seen?"

"I'm sorry, Queen."

"I just asked where you saw it.”

"Huh, thighs..."

"You're crazy, aren't you?"

The queen, who threw my cheek away, followed.

Sitting at the queen's command, she stood up and repeated it about a dozen times.

In the meantime, I was getting more and more absorbed in this situation.

"Whoa, whoo..."

It moved a little and the breathing became rough.

The queen asks.

"Are you tired?"

"No, Queen."

"You're not tired?"

"Yes, it's all right."

"It wasn't hard. Then you'll have to make it hard..."

Damn, a mental attack using a dilemma.

It feels like I'm really in the military.

The queen, who was rummaging through a mysterious sports bag on the table, soon took out a leather handbag as big as A4.

The items contained a set of leather handcuffs, footwear, leather necklaces, chains, and muzzle-biting devices.

Sung-ah's hand was also carrying a spatula shaped like a barrel of leather.

Whoo-hoo, so now all you have to do is to be dragged around like a dog...

"Take off your clothes."

"What? Clothes?"

"Did you see the pig in his clothes?”

I think I've seen it on TV animal farms.

"Why don't you take it off?"

"Yes, Queen."

The queen, who was watching me take off my T-shirt timidly, pointed to her lower body with a leather platter.

"You take off all your panties."

"Pat, even the panties?"

My back-to-back questions finally twisted my stomach, and the queen's leather flanks combed my hips.

Clap!

That's a good sound!

"Don't make me say it twice."

It was more refreshing than painful.

Eventually, I stood in front of the queen in an all-nude state with my panties down.

"Come on."

The queen's arrogant and seductive gaze heads to my lower body.

Feeling his eyes on him, Junior slowly began to take off, blushing his face.

to be weird

I should be ashamed, but rather than ashamed, I feel this situation is so sensual.

Huh, is this the joy of obedience that Sung-ah mentioned earlier?

My soul mate was already lying on the mattress, shaking it slowly and often.

You look happy.]

You're the only one.

"Put your hands forward and put your feet together."

Jung Sung-ah filled my hands and feet with leather handcuffs.

When I filled my feet with handcuffs, I could see a chest bone gathered close between the corsets, but I secretly felt strength in the anus, so Junior nodded a couple of times.

Fortunately, she did not get caught by the queen.

The neck is then tightly filled with whole leather necklaces.

The movement was vividly felt as the wool was compressed while swallowing saliva.

Looking at Sung-ah, who fills the equipment with quite familiar hand movements, I suddenly thought like that.

How many people in this house have worn this equipment so far?

Was there a woman among them?

How many perversions live in this world we live in?

No, do I deserve to call them perversions now?

Jung Sung-ah, who cut the meat from the guest table, and Jung Sung-ah, who is now Jung-nyeong, are the same people?

Oh, what the hell am I doing here thinking that?

Now I am the head of lip service, Sung Gwi-nam, or the greedy pig, Sung Gwi-nam.

While thinking about it, the chain was fastened to the necklace ring.

Click, it was only when I heard the sound that I could stop thinking.

"Get down."

"...uh?"

Oops, I didn't even know that the manager Sung Gwi-nam's way of speaking came out.

"You haven't come to your senses yet, have you?"

The queen's leather scoop hits my left thigh relentlessly.

Clap!

"Uh."

Unlike when he was hit on top of his clothes, the blow, which was directly hit by bare skin, is quite painful.

One eye wrinkled and the body shrank.

"Are you sick?"

"Huh, a little?"

"What?"

Clap!

"Huh."

"Are you sick?"

"It doesn't hurt, but it stings a little bit, Queen."

"Then get down. If you're a pig, you're supposed to crawl on all fours like a pig. How dare you walk?”

The chain on my neck pulls tight and guides my body to the floor.

As I kneeled down and touched the ground with my hands, I made two round trips from my master's room to the front of the sink.

Such a series of processes was not humiliating or shameful.

Because the emotional group crawled together in the same position next to me.

The guy, who was kneeling peppers on the mattress, acted just like me from the moment I lay down like a dog.

At first, I thought he was trying to insult me, but his expression really melted into my situation and I was immersed in it.

As the number of actors increased from two to three, it became easier for me to empathize. Whenever my mind tried to return to the real world, I watched my comrades next to me and repeatedly played a mind concert, repeating "We are pigs, we are slaves."

"Whoa, whoo..."

Despite the fact that the temperature of the room is not on the hot side and the naked body is not covered with a single thread, sweat is formed on the forehead and back. My knees and palms were creeping in.

At the 3.5th lap, when I wondered how long I should crawl, the queen finally stopped walking.

It was between the bathroom and the refrigerator.

"Are you tired?"

"Yes, it's hard, Queen."

"That's right. It's great to be honest. Stand up."

The first thing that caught my eyes as soon as I got up while breathing hard was Jung Sung-ah's face. He looks up and down at me with a moist red face as if he had raised himself on all fours. Then my eyes stopped between my crotch.

Junior, who had been in full bloom, had shrunk to medium size.

"You're thirsty from sweating, aren't you?"

"Yes, Queen."

It's not that it's not true, but the beer dried up, so my mouth was dry and my throat was dry.

said the queen as she opened the refrigerator door.

"Okay, I'll give you water. Lie on your back on the floor.”

an end

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