Pervert King Seong Gui Nam

"But why do I like it? Do you like him even though you know he's mean?"

Choi Mi-hyun's face asking so was full of confidence.

That means you should give him unstinting praise.

I took a sip of the iced coffee I ordered instead of coke.

I'm trying to figure out why I'm so attracted to him.

Choi Mi-hyun was the first child I had in mind when I came to lip service.

Then why did I choose Choi Mi-hyun, the head of the soup, in the trash when there are many other girls?

Because it was my style.

My style means a woman who looks cheap and revealing and frivolous.

A woman like me who can fall for a girl if she coaxes her way. A woman who trembles not her chest or head, but her peppers and balls tremble first. A woman who can easily transmit my genes to future generations.

In conclusion, a woman who is likely to give well.

It was only now that I found out, "You gave everything except me!" but I thought so two months ago when I first saw Choi Mi-hyun.

At that time, a man named Sung Gwi-nam was a man who thought only that way of judging women.

"How can I have an equal affair with a woman other than a business woman?" "Do I die from doing business or doing manual sex for the rest of my life?" "It seems like all women passing by are sexual objects. Is chemical castration the only answer?" was seriously contemplating.

In fact, it was Jung Sung-ah who was close to my ideal type. However, the adult had no sexual attraction. There was no sense of femininity in her dress or behavior. Of course, now the wall is broken down, but then it was.

Min Ha-yeon was so pretty that she moved on from the beginning. Moon-jung is just a cute little girl, Oh Seung-hee is a woman, Kim Song-hee is a woman.

In addition, there was one person during the week and one person on the weekend, and they were two-world characters who couldn't provoke me either by appearance or by hormones.

Above all, what I liked about Choi Mi-hyun was that she wore stockings well.

I can answer confidently if you ask me, "What does your son look like and decide a woman with a nylon paw?"

That's how the seeds of Patishmania look and eat.

The idea is that it is not just an idealist story.

I'm not only the person's sexual orientation is the standard for choosing reason, but I'm also the one who thinks that life itself can be slept over.

Some have succeeded in sublimating sexual energy into positive driving forces and artistic spirits, and although they are already in sufficient social position and can enjoy fantastic sex as much as they like, they are dominated by the impulsive desire to hit their daughter on the street and explode their lives.

I'm the one who thinks the way daughter is insane. It is also fully aware that the act is a wrong act that disgusts others.

But as an idealist who is also excited about the footrest, I understand what it was like. In some ways, it even raises respect.

They are the true wildlings and professional daughters of this age, with everything they have accumulated over the decades for a thrilling situation that is less than five seconds.

Anyway, I still vividly remember when I first saw Choi Mi-hyun.

It was two days before I officially went to work for the lip service. I said hello to the store manager and the manager and visited the store in time for break time.

By the time the story progressed to some extent, it was time for part-timers to go to work in the evening, and the first people to go to work were Choi Mi-hyun and Kim Song-hee.

Of course, my eyes reached Choi Mi-hyun's side.

Wow, that's great!

Glittering spangles form seaweed velvet. He was wearing a super-mini dress, translucent black stockings, and beige suede angled boots.

Stockings were the type with vertical lines at the back, but it was the first time I saw them in person.

I was imagining the shape of my feet hidden in my boots without even realizing it.

Do you think the feet are pretty or did you paint the pedicure? What color would it be?

"Hey, what's wrong with your clothes? What club are you at?

When he threw a word as if he didn't like the manager, he replied with a look on his face, "What do you care?"

"I'm going to the club afterwards."

"Oh, pantyhose, boy. Would you like to have a proper meal?"

"I'm fine with my underwear."

Then he dragged Kim Song-hee's arm and went to the bathroom.

"I'm really scared to raise a daughter when I see things like that."

The store manager, who has a six-year-old daughter, sighed with sympathy, saying, "I don't want my child to grow up anymore."

Choi Mi-hyun's area was a room A, which was close to the counter.

Of course, I had a lot of time to take off my shoes and work, but while talking to the store manager, my nerves were all on Choi Mi-hyun.

Now, a rule has been set for employees who work in the room to wear socks unconditionally, but at that time, it was okay to serve with stockings and feet.

Looking at Choi Mi-hyun's creases on the soles of her feet, her bent toes, her calves and thighs coming up thickly, and her muscles held on the outside of her thighs, my junior was so puffy.

No matter how much she wore underwear, she could have acted cautiously instinctively if she wore a short skirt, but Choi Mi-hyun boldly spread her legs and went up and down the room without paying any attention to the customers' eyes. On the contrary, I wondered if I was satisfied with others peeking at my body.

The impact was so great that other part-timers couldn't even see it. As if the duck that woke up from the egg recognizes the first creature as a mother, my nerves were only focused on Choi Mi-hyun's stockings.

There is also a silver story related to Choi Mi-hyun.

I once went out for a while during break time and opened the door of the dressing room without thinking about taking my apron.

Oh dear.

Choi Mi-hyun was changing her clothes.

He was seen in front of him while arranging the waistline of his skin-colored pantyhose in a dog-legged manner. Of course, he was taking off his pants and wearing tangerine panties with mesh except for the part of the chest.

"Oh, my God."

I was so surprised that I couldn't apologize and closed the door first.

"Oh, shit! You came in without knocking!"

That night, I downloaded the wild chant of the changing room hidden camera concept and hit a runaway while recalling Choi Mi-hyun.

It was a powerful game that my best daughter of my life was in the top three.

"What, you ask me out, but you can't answer me right away why you like me?"

"Um......."

"Because I'm Pretty" is the most formal and easy expression, but I can't say that because I have pride. But if you're saying you have a good personality, you're telling me to screw you up.

Sensing that I was in a moment's agony, the emotional college gave me advice.

[As detailed and honest as possible] But don't just say you want to have sex. Since she's someone who might think she's ignoring herself, she's sexy, so I guess that's good enough. I think you'll like that word.]

Okay.

"With sex."

Oh, shit.

"What?"

"No, no, my pronunciation was off. She's hot, she's hot."

"Sexy?"

His eyes are frowning and his mouth is smiling.

It's an unexpected answer, but it's not too bad.

He is modest to turn unbecomingly.

"Hey, I like short clothes, but not a little sexy. Men don't like girls with thick thighs. I like skinny bodies like Gu Ha-ra and IU."

It's just a sound you make when you know you're in good shape.

I know men like honey thighs, so please compliment their body shape.

Then I'll match you to my rhythm.

"Hey, who says men like skinny bodies. Is there a man around you who likes skinny girls?”

"No, they say they like being chubby, but they like girl groups."

Then he grabs his thighs with both hands.

"Look, I can't even hold it with my hands."

I'll see if I can.

I raised my upper body a little and watched Choi Mi-hyun's thighs in public.

I tried to look only at my thighs, but I unintentionally looked inside my crotch. White dots.

"You're so sexy..."

"Oh, what, you look like a pervert."

"Why? I said it's hot because it's hot. It's not a curse."

"It means sexy and sexually attractive. What's that, after all, you're gonna want to have sex. Depending on the listener, it could sound like a curse."

This is some kind of bread with sophistry.

"Hey, I want to have sex. Why are you cursing. So all the people who have sex in the world are bad people?"

"No, well, depending on who hears it... ...but why are you mad at me? Who said I did that, I'm annoyed..."

Well, no matter how hard I think about it, it looks like this one has an irritating bag next to the five intestines. It's annoying at first glance.

If I were myself in the past, I would have lost my pace here and shrunk.

However, Moon Jung-eun learned how to change the flow accordingly in this situation. You can just go out in a straightforward manner, as if you were going over the wall. You may complain a little at first, but it will eventually be resolved.

"Hey, it's because you're hot and you're not hot."

"Oh, I have goosebumps right now. What kind of brother are you, Mr. Dog?"

"Hey, you're a loser to your boyfriend. Call me oppa because it's the first day from today. Or say it's you."

The emotional group is looking at me with a happy smile. He looked like a father looking at a toddler.

Confidence rises.

"My hands and feet cringe. I'll just call him the chief."

"That's good, too. It's kind of sexy when you feel like you're in a secret office relationship."

"But why do I keep getting hot? Did you have a rut?"

[Flame flow.]

"I am a very ascetic person. It's a problem because I don't have much sexual desire. I don't think every man in the world needs to distinguish between men and women."

[Good comment.]

"What, did someone like that make that sound when they were sucking my nipples? He was so happy that he was about to die."

[Standing up.]

Oh, right.

I was licked by him when we played the king game.

As if a boxer was tapping his balls with both hands, I could feel a thrill of imagination in the nipples when I recalled the glitzy tongue of the day.

"Hey, that was because I was drunk."

"Have you pulled the hair off your nipples?"

I proudly showed my nipples by lifting up my hospital gown.

Choi Mi-hyun says, "Awesome!" and puts her tongue out.

"I pulled them all out because I didn't know when I'd get another chance. You don't have to worry about getting hair in your mouth anymore, so feel free to do it.”

"You're an ascetic."

"A pleasure-seeker in front of you."

"I'm going crazy. Did you know you've been getting better lately?

"My brother went to Malchuck Academy, which costs 300,000 won a month to seduce you."

"What are you doing, then, you're in the hospital..."

This one?

You're in the hospital, and you can't have sex today, well, if you want to have sex with me, you better find a way.

"What, what does that mean?"

Choi Mi-hyun shrugs her shoulders when I ask her.

"It's just my misunderstanding to hear that you're going to wash your nipples if you weren't in the hospital, right?"

"What are you saying?"

It's so funny to say it clearly in an announcer-like way that it smells like a squid.

Well, by the way.

Affinity A means that you can have sex right now, but the problem is the place.

I can't help but check-in with the IV, but I can't do it in the hospital.

Well.

I think I should go to the hospital and ask about the discharge procedure because it is a simple fainting caused by the side effects of ice. I think I heard that you will be discharged as soon as you write a pledge.

[Oppa, please say you want to be with us today.]]

Okay.

"Mihyun, I want to be with you today..."

Answer me calmly by scratching my pink nail art.

"Oh, you want me to be a caretaker? You have an older sister."

What's wrong with the players?

But looking at you being coy, you have a feminine side.

"Tell him to go and discharge you. I'll do it for you because I just fainted for a moment."

"Why are you suddenly discharged?"

"Because I want to be with you.”

"What, was that what you meant?”

"That's what I meant."

"Who's going to do it for you when you're discharged.

You're already doing it.

"You're done, right? Let's get up first."

***

"Well, wait a minute, I'll ask my teacher.”

He told nurse Ji Hyun-jung that he would leave the hospital. Immediately pick up the phone and call the doctor in charge.

"Yes, yes, I understand."

The conclusion was NO.

Even if they leave the hospital after writing their vows, their hospitals are not regulated.

When asked where that was, there was a patient who died last year after writing a pledge and leaving the hospital, and the bereaved family filed a lawsuit in a medical accident, which is bound to be sensitive to their own side.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

a hell of a butterfly

It's a nailong hospital, but you're showing off your Hippocratic spirit in a useless place.

As I checked some of them, I smiled at the professor's face in the morning and told him to go. You told me to take your temperature and blood pressure.

The face was so cute as a puppy that I could no longer argue seriously.

After taking his temperature and blood pressure, he turned away with a feeling of defeatism.

I'm trying to get out of the hospital. There's a lot of room left here. Or you can lock the door in the bathroom for the disabled.]

"You're crazy."

My sister had already left me with a message.

By the way, Na Mun-jeong has a rather strong side to this.

Not only the kitchen family and aunts, but even Oh Seung-hee sent a message saying hello, but only Moon Jeong did not contact him. No matter how guilty I am, shouldn't I at least text someone who's gone to the goal?

The coldness of a woman once turned.

The four-bedroom was still empty. Only Choi Mi-hyun was lying on my bed with a smartphone.

"No..."

Speak in a sullen manner and answer in a chic manner.

"You're right, there's not much to do with being discharged anyway. Am I crazy just a day after we dated?”

Go crazy.

I took out the caregiver, Peter, and sat down with a groan.

My eyes naturally touched Choi Mi-hyun's leg. I was twisting my toes in a straight line and wiggling my toes in white socks.

"Hmm, Hmm."

an idle cough

"Are you not tired?"

"Not much. How about you?"

"I'm supposed to be active at this time."

But now they realize that each other's positions have changed, and then they raise their bodies.

"Come up. I'll go down."

I was moving my legs down to my side, but the skirt was so short that I could see my underwear. White and colorful.

"Are you not going up?"

"Wait a minute. I don't think I can get up right now."

"Why? Because it hurts?"

"No, something else stood up..."

an end

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