Pervert King Seong Gui Nam

It's only 2 a.m.

I burned it white until Lee Soo-mi said she couldn't do it anymore.

In the last third game, blood was mixed in the blood, which must have been worn out, and the insertion was stopped. Then, he decided to do it through an channel, but he was treated as a psychopath and ended up as a foot job.

Only the blood didn't come out. Of course, my junior also has swollen up like a spicy fishcake.

As I was washing up, I put a small, sleepy man on my palm and patted him, saying, "Good job today."

Let's work hard tomorrow.

I finished taking a shower first and cooked ramen. I was so hungry that I tore off three bags.

By the time the noodles were properly cooked, Lee Soo-mi came out with a towel around her body.

Sang-hee and Kim Young-eun had fallen asleep long ago, and even the world's emotional zone stretched out on the sofa with a look of tiredness that made them wonder if they were doing so.

Although he said he had made eight assessments, it was the first time he had shown such a weak side.

"Oppa, cook it well."

"Uh."

"Oh, it's killing me. My butt hurts."

Lee Soo-mi, who sat on the kitchen table chair for a while, brought the cushion from the sofa and sat down.

Kim Young-eun woke up in the middle. "I woke up after smelling ramen," he said, adding instant rice to the soup and scratching it.

"Go to bed."

"Why do you keep telling me to sleep?”

"You said it was your first day. Are you just going to play with us?”

"No, oh, oh, when the kids wake up in the morning, they'll see their faces and eat breakfast."

Seeing them dressed and packed bags makes me feel sad.

Perhaps such feelings were reflected on her face, and even Lee Soo-mi's eyes looking at me spread a calm wave.

The more you look at it, the more you look at it, the more you look at it.

By all means, the strange aura in her eyes won't be out of her mind for a while.

Lee Soo-mi's eyelashes, which were staring at me, slowly touch and fall.

Even the deliberate blink of an eye is driving a person crazy.

say with a smile on one's lips

"Some people think we've been together for years."

Kim Young-eun also helped out a word.

"Yes, they're the ones who tried to take off my brothers."

"You did take it off."

"Oh, that horse, what are you going to do?"

"Let's meet up with the kids when we go up to Seoul."

The two did not give an answer to the remark.

It was just a short silence followed by a euphemistic refusal to say, "It was fun today."

"Uh, uh, me too."

"Tell the other brothers that I'm going to have a good time. And there are many more here besides us, so be careful."

"People who ask me to hang out first or look at me just skip it. Children with heavy make-up."

Yeah. Let's sell our worries.

"Be careful not to get caught."

After I said it, I thought it was a stupid sound like a goodwill ambassador for a flower snake, but I felt honest.

Lee Soo-mi, who was buckling up her heel with one foot behind her, asks as if she remembered it belatedly.

"But really. How did you know?”

"It says "Kkotbaem" on your heads."

"Here we go."

"Good-bye, brother."

"Yes, a happy life."

Lee Soo-mi, who was about to go out the door, stopped.

I thought he was lowering his head and snorting like a sigh.

Then he came up with his face and hugged me gently and whispered.

in a voice full of lingering emotions

"I'll call you."

So, there's a Kkotbam sex group.

If I meet you next time, I'll try to conciliate carefully.

Do you have any intention to quit working as a flower snake and work at Amazones (Class), a rising attraction in Cheongdam-dong?

Looking at the two people, I kept thinking, not only about their appearance, but also their mysterious eyes that suck men and luxurious colors that don't look cheap are exactly the preferred atmosphere in the class.

Actually, they're looking for people because they don't have enough bartenders, so I should introduce them to Kang In-young.

I'm going to make a human cub with my own hands.

***

"I just swam during the day and drank at night."

Seriously, if you didn't call me by 4 o'clock, I was going to take a day off and go after Haeundae and grab you by the collar.

"I'm sorry. It's been a long time since I've been reminiscing with my kids, so I forgot to put it on mute."

Did you drink a lot?

"No, the kids drank a lot, but I drank moderately."

Yeah, that's good.

"Come on. I'm going to work in the morning."

The one who knows that will dry your blood, huh? Anyway, let's report your survival once an hour from tomorrow.

"Okay, you must be tired, go to bed."

Good night, you too. I love you so much.

"Oh, me too."

Well, not as much as I thought.

I felt like I just woke up from my sleep, but she said she was still up and waiting for my call.

Still, Moon Jung-eun is a considerate person.

He never called me in case he was conscious of his friends, but sent 168 Kakao Talk messages alone.

150 of them said, 'I'll find you. I will find it and kill it.'

If it were 2G phone era, I would have been humiliated by the cost of text messages.

I thought Moonjeong would be sleeping, and originally I was thinking of talking to Ha-yeon, but Ha-yeon couldn't call because she was busy.

Ha-yeon said, "Everyone is sleeping and I'm out to get some fresh air by myself. I want to see it,' he said in a brief message.

The beach at 3 a.m. was still burning.

It seems like all the real nation's top sardines are gathered here.

There were peals of life-filled laughter and songs about how long they would let them dance their shoulders. I'm going to dislocate my shoulder. You sons of bitches.

[I live to the fullest, I live to the fullest ··········]

The vocal cords that were forcibly pulled out from sleep gave off their irritation to an unspecified number of people on the beach.

I grinned.

"Why, you guys look funny."

No matter how many people there are, no matter how many people there are, I feel sentimental when I come out alone in the sea at dawn.

It's sentimental, but my heart is pounding with an unknown excitement.

This is the beauty of traveling.

It doesn't matter whether it's a man or a woman, so I want to drink soju with someone I've never seen before and have a sincere conversation with. I think I should drink a can of beer while watching the sea alone.

I walked along the beach promenade to see people and visited a convenience store a little far from the condo.

I bought an imported 500ml beer and came out, and I heard a voice of a young woman behind my back.

I looked back.

She was a short-haired girl wearing pink Abercrombie short pants, tight white sleeveless T-shirt, and white cork slippers.

The first things that caught my eye were small height, chubby body, moist cheeks that didn't lose any baby fat, big eyes with no double eyelids, gray colored lenses, and red lips.

Are you a high school student?

Next.

Have a big chest.

The hips are broad.

The small one is uselessly sensual.

There was no sign of a flower snake above his head.

That's enough.

Aside from the face that looked like a high schooler, even if I were an adult, I didn't really want to do anything because I am in a sentimental wise mode now.

I've already lost enough.

Unless the vocal cords forcefully clicked on the blessing of Dionysus, the sexual desire would not be stimulated, but the vocal cords did not seem very motivated.

He put a cell phone, a cigarette pack in his left hand, and a cigarette in his right finger, and asked if he had a lighter as if he had left it to me.

"What?"

"Lighter."

I was dumbfounded and looked at his vocal cords and told him that he didn't smoke.

Then I'll pay you back tomorrow, so just lend me 500 won.

You're so bold.

But what should I do, I also brought out a card.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have any cash."

"Then since I'm buying another can of beer, can you buy me a lighter? I'll really pay you back tomorrow."

He spoke with honorifics only, almost like an order.

The expression is not the face of the person who asks for it.

This is rather unpleasant.

"How old are you?”

"Twenty."

"Are you on a trip?"

"Uh."

Hey, you're talking down to me right away because I spoke informally.

"Ha-ha-··."

Even though I have a runny nose, I point to the door of the convenience store with my chin in a way that tells me to go in quickly without caring.

This is a really interesting item.

The vocal cords must have liked his spirit, too, he said, imitating the way the gag program talks.

Buy me a cigarette, but I don't have a lighter. Just buy me one.]

Yeah, I'll have another drink.

I bought a can of beer and a lighter and gave it to him.

When I tested to see if the fire was coming out well, I nodded satisfactorily.

He immediately lit a cigarette, squatted on the side of the road, and looked up at me with bright eyes and asked.

Are you from Seoul, too?”

"Uh."

"Me too."

"I see."

"What building?"

"Sancheon-dong."

"Where is that?"

Since I can't sleep and it's not even a flower snake, I'm bored, but I think I should have a beer and talk with her.

"Are you really 20?"

"That's right."

"Look at your ID."

"I didn't bring my wallet.”

"Give me your hand."

He puts out his hand without doubt with a chic expression, "That's not a hand."

Name: Lim Chan-mi

Age: 20

Height: 158cm

Weight: 48 kg

Good feelings for me: B

Sexual desire: C

Gender Opening Index: A

Sung Fantasy: I want to do it with an experienced uncle (including a married man).

Pinpoint: Side neck, tip of nose

TIP: Think of yourself as a waking, high-dimensional being. He yearns for the four-dimensional mental world and tries to act like that. Impulsive. Curious and adventurous. Men of their age are somewhat childish and childish. I have sex in mind, but I'm not sure. Let's go to the beach and drink a can of beer to build a bond and make A for the likability.

Recommendation: "You're very unique." "I've never seen anyone like you."

[Well, it's four-dimensional syndrome.]

I can feel what kind of style it is.

There are guys like that.

It is simple to distinguish between real and fake four dimensions.

A real nut job doesn't know he's a nut. If someone says he or she is a nut, I think it's weird for people who don't understand it and say so.

On the other hand, a fake nut likes to hear the sound of a nut and acts deliberately to hear it.

In the case of soles, it is true to be four-dimensional, and Jung Sung-ah can be seen as an eight-dimensional being beyond four-dimensional.

[I had enough fun today, so you can take care of it.]

"Would you like a beer?"

"Yes."

"Let's go to the beach and drink."

“시끄러워서 싫은데.”

“그럼 어디 술집 들어갈래?”

“답답해서 싫어.”

“그럼 여기서 마셔?”

“음, 더워.”

“그럼 우리 숙소로 갈래? 친구들 다 자서 상관없는데.”

“노노. 아저씨가 어떤 사람인 줄 알고 함부로 따라가.”

어쩌라고 이 새끼야.

He steps on the tip of a half-smoked cigarette with a slipper, puts it in a trash bag at a convenience store, and then flicks at me.

"Let's go."

"Where?"

"Our room."

"Huh, don't you have any friends?”

"I don't think he's coming in because he's playing with men."

"Who do you think you are?"

"If you don't like it, don't."

Then he walks along by himself.

That's a weird bastard.

I followed him with a can of beer in both hands.

an end

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