Pervert King Seong Gui Nam

In my dream, I was a wild writer.

The title of the novel I wrote is "The Lord of the Night, Gi-du-nam."

That’s right.

It is a novel that I wrote about my life after I met emotional college of emotions.

The story continues through a licensed real estate agent and first one-night, Moon-jung, and a night grand slam with testicles friends, and numerous women to meet Ha-yeon, cross-legged, and Haeundae vacation.

The pen name was "burn7," which means that even six times a fire burns seven times.

Readers were nicknamed "obvious."

The novel was somewhat popular to the extent that such a nickname was created.

However, I was so immersed in my writing that I was confused between Ki Doo-nam, the protagonist of the novel. In order to live like the pillar I created, I covet women in real life and engage in octopus-like relationships, and end up with terrible withdrawal symptoms if I don't make up for more than five times a day, and I even lose my mind. Sometimes I masturbated while reading the scenes of the heroes in my novels.

As I was a waiting man and became a third party, my self was completely mixed up.

That becomes a problem, causing frequent series of tardiness and recesses, and leading to impotence due to excessive over-filling. To make it worse, the octopus-style love affair broke out at once and was buried in dog trash.

Most importantly, the story after the Haeundae vacation, that I was not able to proceed with the future that I have not yet experienced, but I eventually overdo it and finish it in a hurry.

I came to hate the main characters of the novel I created, Ki Doo-nam and the heroine, and I gave him impotence and made the ghost who played the role of the emotional unit horribly holy.

The heroine was also trampled on by sex addicts and unable to live a normal life and was admitted to mental hospitals or employed in prostitution businesses.

The atmosphere that had been pleasant and comical all along has been completely reversed and ended in tragedy.

The number of purchases made in the last episode was 69. Considering that the number of paid-in first episode purchases reached 10,000, it was the best-ever Yongdu Sami manga.

An angry reader finally visited his management office and attempted hydrochloric acid attack on the representative, which was widely reported to the media.

I, who declared my desperation, entered the temple to treat the symptoms of sexual withdrawal and ended my life as a monk with the name of monk Yook Bong.

***

" ····Paper."

You're gonna die, you bastard!

You have to die before I live!

Cut off the hot pepper flakes and go into the temple.

"Oppa?"

Ghost, you're a holy man.

Burn yourself to hell!

You two made my life like this.

"Oppa, get up.”

"Sweetheart Happy Sex! Oh, oh!”

"Did you have a nightmare?"

"Nice navel.

"What the hell was he dreaming about? Oh, look at the cold sweat. My pillow is all wet.”

―!?

It was Song Ji-hye who woke me up, and the place was our condo ondol room.

Only after seeing Song Ji-hye's real nipples did she realize that "Ah, Shubal, Dream."

"Would you like some water?"

"Oh? Oh, uh, uh, uh."

Song Ji-hye went out to the living room with only her underwear on.

The orange light from Haeundae, which came through the window, softly lit up the room.

I lay back on my wet pillow and calmed my pounding heart.

Wow, it was a damn dream in many ways.

A horrible nightmare that makes me wonder if someone has cursed.

Impotence?

I was a little worried because I was late in my promotions at karaoke earlier.

My hands are still shaking because the emotions I felt in my dream remain so vivid. There were even tears around her eyes.

I turned on my cell phone to see what time it was, and the text screen of the web novel came up.

Oh, you fell asleep while reading a novel.

It was the latest episode of "Chewing the Fight."

I feel bad for no reason. Someone wrote, "I don't like the various and exquisite body movements of Yoo Doo-ak." I'm getting off.'

I feel a little relieved after venting my anger in a harsh place.

Oh, you're writing malicious comments about this taste.

It was a little over 11 p.m.

We came out of karaoke at 4 o'clock and came to the accommodation together, and we drank again.

I remember that everyone was tired because of drinking that started in the morning, and they were exhausted around 7 p.m. and scattered one by one.

Ji-hye and I came into the room and had two sex.

Including what we did in karaoke, three times in total.

While Song Ji-hye was bringing water, she sent a short message to Moonjung.

Maybe it's because I had a stupid dream, but I felt faint and wanted to see my two girlfriends fiercely.

I want to see the members of Harempool. I miss Sol and Bo-ha. I miss Sung-ah, In-young, Sun-kyung, Ah-ah, I miss you all.Argh!

I even met Lee Soo-mi, Lim Chan, and Eup! Eup! Eup!

창수야 미안.

니 동생 나체를 떠올려버렸어.

아, 성대는 어디 있지?

우리 성대, 내 성대!

휴우···.

내 옆에서 자빠져 자고 있었다. 물 위에 누워있듯, 몸의 대부분이 바닥에 잠겨서 얼굴 앞면 일부와 손, 발가락 정도만 삐져나와 있다.

근데 이 새끼 요즘에 왜 이렇게 잠귀가 어두워졌지? 원래는 같이 자다가도 내가 일어나면 주인 기다리던 개처럼 바로바로 반응을 보였는데······.

I'm worried if it's in my dream.

"Vocal cords."

Then he opened his eyes and jumped into the air.

[Say goodbye! Happy sex!] Whoo!]

"Did you dream?"

[Yudu ········?] Oh, it's a dream.

"I woke up from a stupid dream."

[Hua, I had a fun dream.]

"What is it?"

[I had a horn like a horn on my brother's forehead, so I did it with Moonjeong at the top and Ha Yeon at the bottom. Shake your head like a woodpecker ···Ppppp!]

"You son of a gun."

[Oh, funny again, hahaha]]

"But why are you so tired these days? It's getting dark in my sleep."

[What are you talking about today and yesterday?]]

"It's just that I'm worried about you who didn't."

[Well, I was so exhausted when I was with Lee Soo-mi's kids yesterday. I'm tired of running there until today.]

"Manage the sound."

[Since you're up, you have to take it out again, right?]

"Should I? ···?

Song Ji-hye came into the room with a cup of water.

"Are you still in a dream? Why are you talking to yourself like that?"

"What about the others?"

"He's probably sleeping. I heard the TV in the bedroom, so I went and Eunyoung and Changsu were all stretched out. Bora is wearing a blanket in the living room. Uh, water."

"Thank you."

But are Chang-soo and Eun-young really planning to date? Changsoo, are you kidding me?

"Well? I don't know.”

"Well, they'll take care of it."

After drinking water, I hit Song Ji-hye.

It's best to soothe your sentimental mood.

A laugh came out of Song Ji-hye's mouth, which was led by my hand and leaned her head on a pillow.

"Hey, you don't? Can you tell me I'm wrong?”

"No, that's what you think. I'm depressed because I had a sad dream. That's why I have to do it.”

"Isn't it a dirty dream?"

"No, I was so sad. I got impotence, so I became a monk."

"Oh, my God, I have a really weird dream, too.

Song Ji-hye's legs, which burst into laughter, were spread and cheeked in the pronunciation order. The scent of the thigh body cleanser. It looks like I washed up after I fell asleep.

Song Ji-hye said, "Hmm," and asked.

"I'm asking just in case…."

"Uh."

"Do you know how many times we did it today?"

"One at karaoke, two here. I remember everything."

"And you're doing it again?"

"It's your fault."

"Why?"

"You're too hot."

"Then Jin-ban made his hands triangular, like a barrage of air bubbles, and observed Ppoci between them.

Life is a comedy from afar, a tragedy from up close, a tragedy from afar. It's a comedy if you look closely.

Ppocchi, which can be reached like this, is my real ppocchi.

It has waxed but has a short length of hair that has not been pulled out in the middle of the pronunciation, or has just begun to grow. There is a chicken-like pore in the conspiracy area arranged in inverted triangle, and in that range, it seems to be a hairy constitution.

"Do you do that with other girls?"

"No, I've never had a hard time before. I'm doing this because it's you."

"Amazing, really ..."

It still pats me on the back of my head to see if I feel bad.

"Just say 'Is it so good?' as you did before."

"Oh, no, no.”

"I want to hear it.”

"Wow, it's real, ······· Do you like it so much.

"Well, that's not how it feels."

"Seed."

He hit me on the back with a pillow to make me feel embarrassed.

"I don't know, I won't. I should do it when I feel like it. Of course, it's awkward to do it right away without getting ready!"

Then I'll make you feel better.

Who comforts me if I'm lonely?

It's..········.

short for

"H-H-H-H-H!"

***

"Oh, good. Oh, my God!

"Laughing out loud, ···

[Sighs]

Song Ji-hye's first facial horse riding began and finally the egg leading to another world was broken.

The will to have sex, the awakening sex fantasy, the ppocchi weighing on the face, and the fluctuating waist.

Are you suffocating?

No, there's a breathing gap.

Is the liquid that paints your face dirty?

No, I feel ecstatic enough to live on three meals a day.

I'm just proud to be able to make her sex fantasy come true.

"Pester me, please."

"How, ··?"

"Just do whatever you want. You can hold it hard, you can step on it."

"Doesn't that hurt?"

"I'll tell you if it hurts, so do whatever you want."

I first asked for Song Ji-hye's another fantasy, Sung-ki abuse.

It hurts when you carefully wrap the properly stretched balls of fire and roll them in your palm and press down on the left kernel with your thumb and index finger.

"I'm sick!"

Cover your mouth with your hands and smile.

"Hahhhhhhhhhhh ·· I'm sorry."

"Don't touch the egg and just bother the skewer."

"Oh, okay."

Song held the stiffened junior with both hands and put pressure on him.

The strangled ears quickly turned purple.

"Are you sick?"

"It's still okay."

"Can I bite the end of this?”

"Huh, uh?"

For a moment, I got goosebumps when I remembered the memory of the day when Eun-sol bit the shell of a fire egg.

I'm afraid I can't.

If we leave him with full powers, Junior will be destroyed.

We need to find a proper compromise between each other. It's to combine my favorite football and his favorite genital crush.

"Try it with your feet.”

Song stood up with a nod as if she could do well this time.

The funny thing is, he pretends to be chic, but does everything he is told to do.

He looks down at me face to face, holds the wall with his hand and steps on the junior.

Squeeze the penis in front of the sole of the foot and wiggle the ears with the big toe.

I watched the movement of the thigh looking up from the bottom, the details of the soft Pozzi, the small movements of the chest, the small movements of the chest, and the armpits, holding the small foot back and rhythm together.

"It sounds funny, but it's strangely exciting.”

Mumbling to her as if she had made a great discovery.

"Come to think of it, I didn't even get my number."

"Why? Do you want to meet again?”

"Oh, that's it!"

"Huh? What?"

"Just now, that tone of voice felt like I wanted it."

"What is it, ···

"Oh, I love that voice.”

"Do you like it so much?"

"Yeah, that's it."

"Do you like it so much?"

"Oh, I'm going crazy, please continue. I feel like my voice is going to make me too.”

"Foolish ···

At one point when the strength of the football was getting stronger, the groans were heard quietly from the far side of the living room. A couple who woke up like us started having sex.

"Who is it?"

"Um,··Hye-sun is the same ···?"

The vocal cords that returned from visiting the source of the sound nodded.

[Oh~ That's right. Sanghee and Woo Hyesun. We finally got together.]

He was Woo Hye-sun, who insisted that she did not insert anything until the end, even though she received a kiss from her eldest daughter at karaoke.

Sang-hee said it was okay because she had made the situation, but from my point of view, it was very uncomfortable like a stone rolling around in the corner of her chest.

Congratulations, Sanghee.

That's how all the buttons are turned on.

"Um, I'm going to pack."

"You don't have to go in there?”

"You can make it cheap and do it again.”

"You're not human, are you?"

"Oh, it's cheap, it's cheap, ···

Last night in Busan, I'm going to the footjob now.

It was a grateful trip that made me rejuvenate, who I thought was only in my early 20s.

Sex that was more enjoyable with bulleted friends.

As long as the pen is alive and breathing, we are still young.

We are still young as we can love each other with our balls, not our heads.

We are still young to be able to meet the silent sum of our eagerness for women.

Bravo, My Life.

I♡BUSAN

an end

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