Pervert King Seong Gui Nam

The legs of the tattoo stretched straight and trembled stiffly.

The vocal cords loosened their strangled throats and laid them comfortably on the cold concrete floor, holding them in their arms as if the mother was putting the baby to sleep.

Unfasten his belt and take off his pants in half. The ugly old whaling peppers have lost their strength and are drooping.

The vocal cords took out their smartphones and took proof shots of their faces and peppers at once.

"The forest of humiliation won't be lonely. My friends will follow me soon."

Even the lines are so cool.

He was not bluffing.

It's Gamrellu, oh, it's Gamrellu!

The eyes of Moon Jung-eun and Sung-ah, who were looking at me (vocal cords), were also filled with strange emotions.

On the other hand, embarrassment spread over the faces of the five men who saw their colleagues, who exposed their peppers, fainted on the path of the Jordan River.

"What's that, damn?"

[Vocal cords, do that, too! Ambassador Oh Tae-sik!]

I watched it about three times, but my vocal cords didn't see it. So I watched it on a paid VOD.

The vocal cords that stood up with their pants snapped walked slowly, reciting the famous lines of the main character Oh Tae-sik.

"I heard it makes sense to be punished if a person commits a crime. I'll punish you from now on, so take it sweetly."

Cho Yoon-jung and Woman 1 stepped back from the boys.

Munjeong and Seong-ah rushed to the back of the vocal cords.

Finally, a 1:3 confrontation between men was created.

First, a bucket horned frame opened its top.

The dry shoulders and the uncolored Irezumi tattoo were revealed.

I think you're trying to scare me with a tattoo, but will it work with a murder weapon?

"Did you learn how to work out somewhere, uncle? Huh? Are you a member of the mixed martial arts cafe?

Compared to the other two, the exceptionally reminiscent-faced barge horn stamped its feet and grunted. The Japanese goblin's face, which is drawn on both shoulders, is flicked with the palm of his hand and turned his neck.

Judging from those images, I thought this chick would be an agar fighter with a 98% chance.

Sure enough, he throws his gills at the youngest pig next to him.

"Kim Kang-man, you know you specialize in standing-up strikes, right?”

"Yes, yes."

"I think that's ground style. You go first, the same ground. If you go at once, you'll get twisted and inefficient."

The youngest member of the dumpling ear opens his arms at a proper interval and slowly approaches.

asked the vocal cords, circling to his right.

"You induced her, didn't you? How many years have you been doing it?”

"Oh, five years.”

"But my body is running down a lot. Aren't you working out these days?"

"Yes, yes. Seo, the seniors hit him so hard that he, he quit."

"It hurts a lot, doesn't it?"

"Yes."

"You shouldn't hurt someone who knows that."

"What?"

"When you look back on your life as you get older, you'll think it's a stroke of luck to meet your brother here today. From now on, whenever Teacher's Day, you should bring carnations and visit your brother. All right?

Although he met as an enemy, he felt the hot bromance between the men with fists, so he shook his head with a sentimental face.

"You're going to buy carnations?"

"Yes, well..."

"I don't need it."

"Yes..."

Only then did the 18-year-old pig, who noticed that he had been mocked, his hand went out to the vocal cords.

The vocal cords turned in the opposite direction from which the hand reached and stuck their left elbow full of centrifugal force into his jaw.

The crackling sound of watermelon.

A one-two straight line in the face of a staggered pig, a Muay Thai middle kick in the empty side, and a low kick that continues without time to wake up, and a round-off.

It was a one-sided beating as if tapping pork cutlet meat.

"Oh, that's a nice place!"

The induced pig was hit with a face full of all the suffering in the world, but never collapsed. However, he couldn't stand a single shot of his body blow, which was so determined and stuck in his stomach that he crouched like a bean bug and fell prostrated himself on the whole body crouched like a bean bug. He exhales painful breathing that is not strange even if he dies right away.

The vocal cords moved toward the two remaining men.

The one whose eyes have been silently torn all along stutter in the inside pocket of the windbreaker. He took out a piece of wood that was just two fingers.

That was his last autonomous gesture.

The vocal cords, which seemed to have moved a few steps forward, gave a low kick to the slender thighs of a self-proclaimed expert on how to strike, and a light jab to the jaw of a tear that was about to unfold something from his pocket.

The barge horn ran off to the legs of the cudgels and dropped it on the ground with a twinge of snow. It was a folding dagger.

"Oh, it's a knife?"

The vocal cords that opened the blade shake their heads and ask the owner.

"Have you ever stabbed anyone with this?”

After losing his balance, he fell on the floor and cursed at his vocal cords.

"Yes, you bastard... ...you're gonna go after me all the way to hell, pester your family and throw them out in the middle of Gwanghwamun.”

"Wow, thank you so much. Then I should have given you something."

The vocal cords continued, sitting behind his back, technically hugging his left shoulder.

"Sorry, and nothing happens. I didn't do well. These four words. Four words and at least a terrible thing can be avoided."

"Come on, come on, come on.

Unexpectedly, he was a thug.

"Well, you haven't been to the army yet, have you? Do you want me to take you out of the public service?”

He covered his mouth with one hand and put techniques on his shoulders.

-Rolling

a terrible scream through the palm of one's hand

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Uh, don't move, you'll have to go to the hospital for surgery if you're completely out. We'll have to do it one day."

The boy struggled like a water pole.

How painful it was to see the fluid trickling out of every hole in the face.

"It hurts, doesn't it?"

"Whoop! Whoop!"

(Then take your hands off your mouth) Now, again. I didn't do it well.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

"Come on, drop honorifics!"

"Wrongly..."

Covering your mouth again and shrugging your shoulders.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"Your shoulders will fall off often in the future, and you can fall into the public interest if you operate on this. It's good, isn'

The vocal cords brushed his back and smelled his palm.

Why are you smelling it?

"You should come visit me every year on Armed Forces Day, okay?

"Turn it off..."

"Aren't you going to answer me?"

"Yes, yes!"

"Don't you get on your knees?"

Wrap your shoulders and kneel quickly.

[Huh? Vocal cords, Cho Yoon-jung!]

Cho Yoon-jung, who had lost consciousness for a while, hung on the back of the vocal cords with a fisherman's bar.

"You son of a... I'm gonna kill you..."

He strangle his neck with his arms and snap his teeth to bite his ears.

[Oh, yeah? Those are my ears, those are my ears!]

But the facial expression of the vocal cords is calm.

He swung his head away from the piranha's teeth and soon fumbled one of his fingers and snapped it.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Cho Yoon-jung fell to the ground like a cicada who had exhausted her life.

Oh, Moon Jung-eun, who saw it, came running with a thud.

Then he grabbed Cho Yoon-jung's hair and shook it from side to side.

"Mr. Lee! Mr. Lee!"

Mr. Lee. That was the greatest curse Moon Jung could ever make.

Cho Yoon-jung, who was caught with a hair knife, flipped over and screamed.

"Ah! Ah! Let go of my hair! You crazy girl!

"Mr. Lee! Mr. Lee!"

"Bad, let go of your head. ...Aww!"

"Mr. Lee! Mr. Lee, who are you to..."

He's crying.

It's him who grabs and shakes his head, but he cries to be.

Kids who cry and hit are the scariest.

All the emotions that have been built up seem to have burst out.

Or maybe he was angry because he attacked me.

If her vocal cords had not been removed, Cho would have had to repeat her growing hair for the rest of her life.

"Moon-jung, stop. That's enough. Put your hands down. That's right. Good boy.

"Oh, shit..."

Cho Yoon-jung, who became sporadic like a red-green bajava, jumped up.

"Kim Soo-jung, what are you doing blanking out, take a video!"

She shouts at "Women 1," then grabs her t-shirt by her hands and opens it up like a hulk Hogan.

[Hey, they're trying to perform a sexual assault!]]

At the same time as I shouted, the vocal cords that were soothing Munjeong popped out like cheetahs.

The gender equality fist was relentlessly inserted into Cho Yoon-jung's abdomen. Ppu-yak, he falls down with a strange breath.

"You don't know what you're going to do, so I'm going to leave for a moment in the forest of fainting.”

The vocal cords quietly hugged Cho Yoon-jung's neck in a Million Dollar Manned Finish position.

Bite the earlobes with your lips and whisper them in your ear with a voice full of breath.

"Good night, sweetheart. Sweet dreams about you.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

It took 2.7 seconds for Cho Yoon-jung's arms to stretch.

The vocal cords surrounded Cho Yoon-jung's back neck and laid her on the floor carefully.

Then, he climbs on top of his upper body. Without hesitation, he pushed his hands into the T-shirt and moved his hands in it.

Hey, what are you doing? Don't tell me you're shaking my chest, right?]

When I sit next to him and ask him, he answers quietly enough that only I can hear him.

"You have to do the ceremony..."

He even puts his bra on top and burrows his nose between his exposed chest. The nipples are constantly twitching with both fingers.

From a distance, it looks like the gesture of raising your palms next to both ears when you worship at a temple.

"Well, this feeling I've forgotten, this scent... ...is the best gift from God. Oh, it's healing, I'm relieved of my fatigue..."

Don't do shit with my body. They're all looking at me weird!]

It's not that it's not, but other men were gazing at the Minister's all-time ceremony. They thought they were crazy people who ate themselves, but they interviewed a real man who couldn't get along with him and looked like they completely lost their fighting spirit.

While Sung-ah and Moon-jung were also speechless and watching, a woman who was scared easily shouted, waving her arms.

"Well, I'm just following you! Help me!"

The pretty alien-looking child was grabbed by an approaching saint.

"Cow!"

"You asked my height earlier, didn't you? Oh, my height is 165 cm. So that's right."

Look at the punchline that Tablo is going to cry.

The woman 1 was beaten five times by Sung-ah on the face and shed a bloody nose.

That's how the implementation of the first definition of all ended.

After a poo poo poo poo on Cho Yoon-jung's chest, he stood up with a very refreshing face. If I hadn't stopped him, I was ready to put my hand in the ppocchi.

A total of nine smartphones and identification cards, including the air gauge they had, were seized and placed in Sung-ah's bag.

use one's heart with one's mouth shut

"I'm all doing this for you. Let's have a drink and solve it. Youngest, you carry her on your back."

"Yes, yes..."

They seemed to believe in moving to a real reconciliation drink. It follows the queen's castle five minutes away.

Moon-jung kept calling her grandmother, so she decided to go home for a while and leave.

a crowd packed in the queen'embers

The smell of the feet and sweat of the beasts makes me dizzy.

We took turns washing our feet. They seem to be relaxed enough.

The vocal cords deleted all of Moon Jung-eun's videos stored on the smartphone in front of them. There were many other women besides Moonjeong, but he also erased them all.

The identity of Moon-jung's male protagonist in the video was none other than a tattoo baby.

He added, "I drank alcohol and took a video of the stimulant made from Chinese pig iron." When asked if he sold it to another place, he said, "It was just for collection, but I gave it to him because I needed Cho Yoon- Cho Yoon-jung."

You, you bastards, wait and see what really happens.

Sung-ah brought a vodka cocktail and a simple snack made by herself in the kitchen.

Of course, their glasses contain a hypoallerase.

There were two or three glasses per person.

I don't know if they're getting nervous or not, but now they're just joking around.

Only Cho Yoon-jung, who woke up from a faint, is keeping her mouth shut and venting her anger.

Then at one point, everyone's bodies, including Cho Yoon-jung, became limp and their eyes were loosened.

A woman 1 and a man with torn eyes lie on the mattress as if they were in their own room.

The vocal cords rose from their seats, floating all six of their chewing spears.

"Now, it's time for humiliation. Take off your clothes."

an end

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