Pervert King Seong Gui Nam

Sometimes, the exchange of sweet tongues is more thrilling than the violent acts of sexual intercourse.

Kiss has its own taste and aroma.

Also, sex can be shared carelessly, but kisses are different.

The lips contain a minimum of feelings for each other.

That's why the ladies of the establishment don't give out their lips, even though they may give out the vagina.

I am kissing Min Ha-yeon now.

My tongue is moving slowly in Min Ha-yeon's mouth, which had no regrets just sharing the same air under the same sky.

I was more proud than ever.

It destroyed Min Ha-yeon, who boasted a strong iron fortress even though she was an empty house.

Pretty face, good singer, good dancer, good personality, perfect Min Ha-yeon who only knows one man!

I had that thought for a moment.

If I go out with Min Ha-yeon and introduce myself to my friends, how would they look at me? At the opening ceremony of Amazones, they asked me to make a seat with Min Ha-yeon because they could just drink in the same place. They were not Min Ha-yeon, but Moon-jung, who struggled to see the pictures.

It'll be the end of the game if we just talk about kissing, let alone dating.

Oh, I want to brag!

I can't help but cringe my belly. I want my organs to pop out of my mouth!

Chew, chu, chu, chu, chu, chu.

The gentle, weird kiss sound in the garden of two people.

Is kissing good or is it good because it's Min Ha-yeon?

I feel dizzy.

As my mind became hazy, metaphysical expressions floated in my head like a whirlwind.

Kiss is nothing new, and I think you should be able to think that if you come to your senses that what you need to achieve this year is sex, you will be able to spread our sex energy.

I don't know what you mean, but it is.

[Do you like it?]

It's good, good.

Listen while you do it. Min Ha-yeon is so drunk. I think we can watch the show club here. I got a text from Min Ha Yeon's mom earlier, and she promised to go home by 2am. If you can't do it here and go outside, you'll break the rhythm with a 92% chance.]

What time was it? Is it around 11 o'clock?

Oh, shit. I want to go to a motel and do it comfortably.

Vocal cords, you know how long I've been waiting for this day, right?

Tomorrow is my day off and I don't have any schedule. I want to set the full item five times, hug it like a lover, sleep tight, and then wake up around 1 p.m. when check-out time is approaching. I want to eat brunch and break up.

There are so many restrictions here. I can't wash, I can't take off my clothes.

The good thing about ghosts is that they recognize my mind like a ghost.

The eyes of my vocal cords looking at me seemed to be saying this.

Hey! So you're not gonna have sex? You're going to make it fun, but you're being childish.

Damn, I'm a greedy pig, so I can do it, but I'm feeling a little unfair.

But I'm so nervous.

Is it okay to go forward right now?

The current state of affairs is just kissing each other face to face. It'll be possible to close your waist and hug it because of the flow of consciousness.

The next question is.

My opponent is Min Ha-yeon.

The image of him in my heart is still the strongest woman who doesn't even give phone numbers to all men. No matter how good a person is, the fundamental fear from plankton is holding my hand back.

I touched my chest or thigh, and in the end, you little man, what are you doing?

You have to leave it up to your instincts, not to calculate. I can't believe I fell in love with such useless thoughts when I had to enjoy the present even for a second.

Let's empty our heads.

What moves me now is not the wrinkles in my brain, but the wrinkles in my testicles.

He learns every moment and leaves himself to the flow.

Just as there is only one kiss in the world, five senses are concentrated on the lips.

Let's keep kissing until my hands can't feel elsewhere.

-Tight.Tight.

Sung Gwi Nam 34 years old. Summer

After feeling limited in my body and thoughts and kissing unconscious, the end I reached was gratitude.

I've grown so much silver for the emotional generation that has raised me.

Three times a day, I decided to pay back even a little!

Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Everything I've ever let you meet.

- Quoting the monologue of Hunter X Hunter Netero

It was then.

The fact that Min Ha-yeon's hand was around my shoulder.

At the same time, her tongue, which had only been playing on my home ground, came into my mouth.

Only then could I embrace Min Ha-yeon's narrow waist.

Gently caress along the curve of the waist and back.

I feel the flexion of the bra strap.

I hugged Min Ha-yeon's body with the spirit of absorbing it into me. Not by calculation, but by instinct.

The warm, strong breath that came out of her nose touched my throat.

It was a moment when Min Ha-yeon proved to be only one woman with a sexual desire.

The love that began with a mournful platonic turned into a ferocious eros, and the soft kiss finally turned into a struggle of passion.

Time for the body to restrain its mind.

The right brain, not the left brain, dominates the senses.

intolerable physical lightness

Like a museum employee moving cultural assets, he carefully supported Min Ha-yeon's back neck to lie down on the sofa. His face was small and his neck was thin, so he could hardly feel the weight.

Fortunately, it was a regular sofa, not a narrow fixed chair.

Even after Min Ha-yeon lay down, it was enough for me to kneel on top of it was enough.

The room pub where I played a lot with Kim Song-hee (a.k.a. Baekchi Adada) was a chair that was fixed on a wall where I could barely lay down my body, so it was very uncomfortable.

Every time the breathing progressed from the nose that met, the scent of ethanol mixed with a sweet smell that was not sure whether it was yours or mine. It was the most beautiful smell in the world, faithful to instinct.

While slowing down the kiss, he opened a chewing window next to his face and learned the pin point with his side eyes.

Left shoulder and ankle.

He changed his right hand, which was under his back neck, to his left hand.

He put his free right hand through Min Ha-yeon's armpit and immediately moved it to the left shoulder. The tender weight of the upper body presses the hand with proper pressure. Move the middle finger up and down along the bra's shoulder strap.

The fibers of the blouse were pointing from top to bottom. My five senses were alive enough to feel the fine difference.

Min Ha-yeon's hand is gently placed on my right arm doing the caressing. Pink fingernails and transparent manicures. My hands were a little cold.

When I took off my lips, the breath that had been stuck in Min Ha-yeon's mouth reached her upper teeth and leaked out.

As usual, red-colored lights that create a decadent atmosphere illuminate the interior with a slightly dark brightness.

I stopped kissing and looked down at Min Ha-yeon's face for a moment.

The pearly peach-colored shadow glitters. The eyeliner extends slightly above the eyes. The idea is that the skin of the eyelids is abnormally multiplied.

A smooth forehead, a high nose bridge that holds the center of the face, a small nose ball, lips with hot pink tint on the inside, and each one of them were captured in the eyes as if taking a picture.

Crazy beauty is really crazy beauty.

Can I ever meet someone prettier than her in my life?

This is enough to bring down Joo Se-hee, who had previously been the best in personal appearance.

Of course, my style is different, but if I had to choose only one of the two, I would choose Min Ha-yeon.

Min Ha-yeon's best friend, who was a trainee with her, said she already debuted and is active. If Min Ha-yeon had been with the company, she might be showing her face somewhere on TV by now. I don't know about the group's unique center, but I'm sure he's a member who can shake men's hearts enough with the two top or three visual lines.

What is this feeling?

My heart is suddenly moving.

Junior's energy, which was heating up, is dying down as if the wind is falling into the tube.

Is it alcohol? Is it alcohol that makes you feel weak?

Min Ha-yeon opened her eyes when she sensed an unexpected change in her mind.

He looks into my eyes with a gleaming look.

Inside the pupil, the lethargic energy of giving up, giving up, and regret that had not been seen before to Min Ha-yeon was flowing like a beer bubble.

I felt like a completely different person in a few minutes.

It is as if the eyes are reminiscent of a prostitute who was dragged by a gangster in the 80s and forced to prostitute herself while relying on alcohol. It was clearly reported that he was not blaming me for being a guest, but rather blaming his fate for this.

It was neither a tragic heroine's disease nor a jolt of emotion among young women who were bound to appear when they were drunk. (Maybe, ···)

Min Ha-yeon's eyes were slowly dying of desire, faithful to the emotions she had now.

Why?

What are you trying to throw away through me?

[Brother, what are you spacing out?] Are you dizzy?]

asked the vocal cords, who were kneeling sweet potatoes in the condition of missing bottoms.

"Woo-woo, I can't do it."

It was a word I uttered to myself, to my vocal cords, and to Hayeon as if I were pledging.

If I didn't say this out loud, I thought I would do something irreversible.

[Huh? Huh?] What are you talking about? Have you had any symptoms of ice?]

I don't know, dude.

Not the same article? Cheap sympathy? A minimum of conscience?

I don't know.

Did I really get to love Min Ha-yeon with Platonic love?

As I've heard, do you want to protect yourself?

No, women don't like it either.

You're so mean.

"What can't you do ···?"

Min Ha-yeon asked in a low voice, and I tried to respond with a calm expression.

"It's just all."

At that moment I saw.

Something shining in his eyes again.

My damn choice was not in vain.

[What's wrong with you? Why are you trying to cut the apple so nicely and throw it away? What's the problem? to the bathroom for a moment, ·······]

"I just don't think I should do it anymore. I can't."

I don't know whether I'm talking to my vocal cords or to Min Ha-yeon.

Oh, so what's the problem? Do you want to see me die?]

"Laugh!"

"Why are you laughing?"

No, the ghost keeps dying.

said, erecting his upper body.

"Let's go home. I'll take you home.”

[Wow! Argh! It's the devil! The devil is in the body of a man! Peter Nostar Cui in Cairis! The Devil, back off!]

I tried to raise myself up, ignoring the scream of my vocal cords, but Min Ha-yeon called me up.

"Manager."

"Huh?"

" ···Would you like to go out?"

"Huh?"

Ladies, why do you always come when I push you?

Is that how the DNA code is set up?

It's not like that now.

[Huh?] Is that what it was? You're drawing a big picture? Wow, I really fell for it!]

No, it's not like that.

"Ha-yeon, are you drunk?”

"I'm not drunk. I'm fine."

"Hey, you don't just live because you broke up. Just in case he'll come down on his knees tomorrow."

"I'm done organizing.”

"No, post-break-up symptoms start from the moment you go home and lie down."

It feels weird.

Why do you want to push more when Min Ha-yeon is hanging on?

I'm dying to overpower you.

I want to dig my heart out.

Whether he's serious or not, I want to keep him awake at night.

"Inna. Mom, wait."

I completely escaped from Min Ha-yeon and picked up my card wallet and cell phone on the table.

"I'll be paying, so get your stuff out of here."

an end

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