Pervert King Seong Gui Nam

"Well, he hasn't been able to get an erection since he was hospitalized." ··· You've been unconscious for a day, diagnosed with malnutrition, ··· How many days has it been?

"Oh, hey, it's been about four days."

"Four days, Wednesday, and Wednesday. You've never had an erection?"

"Yes."

"Did you have any relationships with the opposite sex?”

"Yes."

"You didn't do it then?"

"Yes."

The head of the urology department, who appears to be in his late 50s, entered my answer into the computer, asking whether he smoked, drank, diabetes, and had psychiatric treatment.

"Oh, and I tried to make an assessment when I didn't get it, but it hurt a lot every time after time. Should I say, it's a nerve-wracking feeling? There's no semen."

"Oh, I see. Let's take a look. Lower your pants and lie down."

When he put his pants down and lay down on the bed, the director, wearing latex gloves, rolled the balls around with Jr. and looked carefully.

There was no room for fantasies about urologists. It was just me and the old director in the clinic.

"This impotence usually identifies mental and temperamental causes, but for patients in their 30s, most of them are mentally affected. How long have you been sexually active for the last three months?”

"I think I did it more than once a day. I've done it almost three times a day these days……."

"Oh, do you masturbate a lot?”

"No, it was almost sex."

"You've had sex with a woman more than three times a day, right?"

"Yes."

The director's eyes looking at me have changed something.

"Is your job related to you?"

"No."

"Then if you don't have sex for a day, you're psychologically anxious?"

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. I think there's something like that."

Since then, blood tests and hormone tests have followed, and questionnaires have been filled out while waiting for the results.

The results of the urology examination were mostly normal. Hormones were found to be teenagers who had the most sexual desire.

The director said, "We cannot say that it is impotence just because it has not been issued for four days." It could be a temporary symptom due to poor physical function and mental shock, so it was concluded that you should restore your strength for about a week and visit again.

"I couldn't find any particular symptoms about the pain that I felt instead of the situation," he said, adding, "Go to a big hospital or the nervous system."

I prescribed a week's worth of medicine for what I did to just send it.

Are you sure it's a aftereffect of the ice?

I expected it, but I think it became clear as a result of the test.

What's a little fortunate, however, is that there was no such thing as doing something crazy without me knowing it, like during the first ice.

Of course, you must not let your guard down. I couldn't control my vocal cords even though I had one, but if that happens when I'm alone, I'll have to go to the real police station this time.

It's a little over 10 a.m.

I walked away from the pharmacy for a while.

The store decided to take a break until this week and meet Hayeon at 12 for lunch. It was our first meeting since the incident, and our faces were already burning with embarrassment about how to talk about impotence.

Of course, we don't meet for sex as a fundamental purpose, but the ending of a date should be a matter of course.

Oh, if you're going to do this, I'd rather take your sex drive. It's more painful that you can't just kick when you haven't lost your sexual desire at all. And the terrible pain that I feel instead of the situation. I think this is how the prisoner who was sentenced to death feels.

"Hey, wait a minute."

It was a time when I was looking around the building to see if there would be a comic book store before the appointment time.

A woman in her 20s and a white glasses man, who looks like my age, spoke to me from both sides.

It's obviously a missionary activity.

I was going to ignore it, but the woman grabbed my short-sleeved sleeve.

"Isn't something bad happened recently? It's especially bad."

"No, I'm happy."

The man moved in front of me and continued.

"Your face looks full of worries."

I'm already dying of annoyance. I didn't even realize it, Mr. A, words popped out. But the woman didn't let go of the sleeves she caught.

"What's your name?"

"He's a prince.

"Yes, Prince. I think we'll be helpful. Please give us just one minute. We're called the Protector's Wedding, not religious organizations.

"Do you pay for your part-time job?"

The man replied with a slight displeasure.

"I think you have a misunderstanding. We are entirely trying to help the prince ···."

"Yes, that's enough."

She tied my feet when I pulled the woman's hand and tried to move.

"I don't know if you felt it, but recently the prince's guardian spirit disappeared."

Oh, no. It's a guardian spirit that something bad has happened recently, and what they say is strangely interlocking with my situation.

Even though I knew it was just a pseudo comment, I ended up revealing my curiosity because the situation was in the situation.

"What's a guardian spirit?"

The woman answered face to face.

"Yes, to put it simply, it's a guardian spirit that only comes to the spiritual. You know you're a prince, right?”

Look, you know I have a vision to see ghosts.

The man quickly went on with the explanation.

"Usually, our ancestors protected us, but our prince's guardian spirit was related to a special relationship. Perhaps he was greatly indebted to Prince Ji in his previous life. But I can't see it now."

Falling in. Falling in.

I thought they might have special abilities like me.

Only then did I scrutinize the faces of the two.

The men's side was in the process of losing their bangs, and they looked like agents who looked impolite and dressed, and had good work skills, but poor social skills and poor interpersonal relationships. The wide short-sleeved shirt that seems to have been worn as his mother gave him and the faded rope half covered, and the tight suit pants make him believe in himself/herself. I wore a black leather cross bag.

The women wore plain jeans and tangerine-colored karati, which looked like they would never be in fashion in any age, with their hair roughly tied behind their faces without makeup.

At first, I thought I looked dull, but when I saw it, I realized that I was friendly. It's because I didn't dress up, but the main edition wasn't bad.

Above all, the chest.

Have a big chest.

She was also wearing a leather cross bag, which was tucked into her breastbone and emphasized her free will.

"Bear, ··."

"What?"

"Oh, no. I'd like to know more about his, uh, guardian spirit.”

The woman replied with a gesture.

"Ah, yes. Just go to our synagogue for a moment and ···

"No, just say it here. Can it be lost or created?”

"Our director will explain that to you. It's that building over there, so go and have a cup of tea and talk."

"You don't want me to hold a memorial service or anything, do you?"

"Yes, we're just helping you get the most out of your pure spirituality. We never ask for money."

"Well, ·········."

Actually, I was thinking of visiting a mysterious woman named a general lady among the mother's staff.

I knew him when I was in high school, and he was the one who noticed that I had a new talent at first sight. She was the one who told me not to get involved with ghosts and to ignore even if I talked to her.

I followed a man and a woman into the nearby guardian spirit office.

It was located on the fourth floor of a commercial building with a coffee shop and a clothing store on the first floor.

a wooden sign bearing the words 'The Northern Governor of the Guardian' The entrance door was made of opaque glass that could not be seen inside, but I had to enter after pressing my password.

For a while, I felt cheap, but when I went inside, it felt bright like an aerobic field. However, instead of women in tights, about 20 men and women in improved hanboks were just gizoing to the Buddhist music.

노인부터 10대 청소년들까지 다양한 연령대였다.

그들의 평온한 표정과 유려한 동작을 보고 있노라니 왠지 안심이 된다.

“슬리퍼 신으시고 이쪽으로 오세요. 아, 가방은 저희가 맡아놓겠습니다.”

나를 데리고 온 여자가 친절한 미용사처럼 말했다.

댄싱 홀 옆쪽 복도에는 노래방처럼 방들이 마주보고 있었다. 내가 건넨 가방을 사물함에 넣은 여자는 그중 한 곳으로 나를 안내했다. 앉은뱅이테이블 하나가 덜렁 있는 작은 방이었다.

“앉으세요. 여기, 방석···.”

"Yes, yes, yes."

"I'll give you a brief introduction to our swimming pool before I meet the head of the department. I'm Kim Ja-hyun, the director of mission at the northern branch of the swimming club. Oh, for convenience's sake, it doesn't mean anything religious, so don't worry."

"Oh, you look young, but you're already a section chief. Excuse me. How old are you?"

"Twenty seven."

"You look so young. I've been looking at you like 22 or 3.”

"Thank you."

Even though I lost my lip service, I didn't even lift an eyebrow.

Kim Ja-hyun took a booklet out of her bag in a businesslike manner and sat next to me.

close enough for a giant to reach one's arm

When I turned over the first page of the booklet, there were dense letters such as a black-and-white photo of a man wearing glasses and a paper with several Chinese characters in one sentence.

"This person in the picture here is the founder of the swimming club, Kang Seol-hyung."

"I see. Are you still correcting me?"

"Oh, of course. Of course."

Damn it, this was a little joke, but I didn't laugh.

She read the contents of the booklet as they were written, maintaining a distance almost to her face. Just thinking about cancer seems to do that on purpose.

In a strange atmosphere, she continued to read a dense sentence, and it was not until three pages passed that I was conscious.

This is a little weird.

They said they were not religious organizations, but the more they heard the explanation, the more they smelled of pseudo.

There was no explanation for the guardian spirit that led me here in the first place.

I thought I would stay up all night at this rate, so I asked courageously to cut the flow.

"You're not going to read all of this, are you?" I want to know about the Guardian."

The woman's cheeks blushed slightly. Ask more closely about the chest that was rubbing against the arm.

"Oh, you're a little bored, aren't you?"”

"A lot."

"Well, would you like to have a meeting with the director right away?”

"Yes, I'm a little busy."

"Oh, I see."

In that part, I could feel the woman's pupils and the sound of her words, which had been calm all along, shaking slightly. I take off my chest that was comforting my arm and sit still and continue talking.

"But you have to officially join our swimming pool for the director's meeting."

"Subscribe? What should I write?”

"No, that's not it. You have to do a guardian rite, which costs a little bit of sacrifice."

"I heard you don't ask for money."

"It's not a demand for money, it's a sacrifice to bring back the Guardian."

"No, so in the end, you have to pay."

"It's not money, it's the cost of offering to soothe the spirit of the prince's guardian."

Oh, I can't help laughing.

"Hahaha, how much is that?”

"It's usually two million won for ordinary members because they have a lot of sacrifices, but for those who have experience like you, they only need one million won.”

Wow, wow. I almost fell for it if I made a mistake.

If I didn't read the book and went straight to the Guardian Festival, I would have given you real money. That's how you fall into pseudo-religion.

"How far is it?"

"What?"

"How far is this from you?"

"No, we want to help Mr. Prince."

"Oh, thanks. Give me your bag."

I didn't want to waste any more time, so I tried to get up from my seat, but my legs got loose and I just collapsed. My head is spinning and my body is leaning back.

"Uh, are you all right?"

Surprised, Kim Ja-hyun supported my back.

At that moment, there was a strong urge to violently touch her chest and pocchi. With the conviction that it would be possible.

Another excuse is dizziness.

You can do it. It's possible.

She wants it, too.

That's why he dragged me from the beginning.

If you don't get a kick, put your fist in a pizzie and make her happy.

The vocal cords will come to your chest, as always.

Let's hold a memorial service for the vocal cords!

"Oh, my God!"

Before I knew it, I was laying back, grabbing Kim Ja-hyun's will.

an end

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