Pervert King Seong Gui Nam

Neus, who had been to the new general lady's shrine.

―1―

It was when I went to talk with my sister, Sunkyung, about the women-only nursery.

It was the day when I had sex with Lee Yu-mi after watching a movie at Ji Sun-kyung's house.

Before I started talking about the show, I started talking about the Yano NTR couple that I met at the movie theater to make the atmosphere better.

"The profile doesn't fit at all, and tips and pin points are broken."

In the part where she was talking about the woman's chewed-out, Ji Sun-kyung took out a cigarette and bit it and stopped moving.

"Huh? I saw it, too."

"The name comes out like some electronics name ···."

"Oh, that's right. I just met him.

At the same time, we opened up their spears and recited them one by one.

From the name of the code that looked like it, to the age of the unit, to the weight of what it looked like, it was the same form of profile.

Like her vocal cords, she said, it was the first time she had been seen this way since she had a chewing spear.

The most important thing in common is that both of them seemed eager to have sex with us.

The couple who approached me told me openly, and the man who approached her seemed to have approached her intentionally under the guise of accident.

"Now that I think about it, it wasn't that narrow, but I think I came next to me and bumped into coffee. It was a long enough distance away from her."

"So what happened?"

"I had sex."

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh."

"I sent you on a trip to heaven. I couldn't wake up until she broke up. I just told him to take a nap at the hotel and he said he didn't like it either. But something's weird, isn't it?

"I know. If it's ever been like that, it's happened at the same time today."

Ji Sun-kyung, who tilted her head, took a long sip with a cigarette light and searched the message window on her cell phone.

I've never seen such a thing before, but I went on the internet by link and even recognized my fingerprint.

"I think it has something to do with this."

What my sister showed me was a rumor from a secret society club that she belonged to.

Information showed that the infertility population exploded in two months.

From what my sister said, I thought I could connect to the error-troubled Chewchang, but it was not connected to my head.

The vocal cords even raised conspiracy theories.

A shadow group unknown to the public may have begun a plan to control the population by infiltrating cyborgs or artificial humans. And the cyborgs are the ones my sister and I met.

Starting with the story of Freemasons and Illuminati, which I have heard on the Internet, he excitedly talked to himself about things such as the Federal Reserve, Rothschild and Rockefeller, and the New World Order(?).

I turned off the local broadcast and focused on talking with Sunkyung.

"Did you get his number?”

"Yes. We told each other."

"Well, I should've just taken it. I asked for your number, but I didn't give it to you because I felt uncomfortable."

"I'll have to look into this seriously.”

"Do you think there's a connection between them? They're infertile?

"That's what my hunch says, but I don't know."

"You turned off the birth control, didn't you?"

"Uh."

"I tied it up for now."

That's the end of the story, and I turned the subject to women-only nursery.

My sister knew more about her period than I had heard from her vocal cords.

What the vocal cords know is nothing but a superficial licking of watermelon.

"It's definitely money. As far as I know, the supply is insufficient compared to the demand. But how did you know? It's probably a system that's not that well known to the public."

"Oh, there's a brother I know. He's my wife. My brother asked me to give it a try.

I answered by substituting the story of my vocal cords for me. Tae-hyung and I talked moderately, so there wasn't much to catch.

Then Ji raised her eyebrows unexpectedly.

"Hoppa? Where, luxury? Gentleman? Innocent?

Then the vocal cords that had been talking about conspiracy theories intervened.

[All three of Seoul's Jungpas are coming out.]

"Uh, Gentleman."

"Who was the gentleman's main? Was it Minwoo?"

[Right. Taehyung's alias is Minwoo.]

"Yes, that's right. How do you know?"

"I took my brothers around early in 2000 for a long time. Wow, Min-woo was a total kid back then.

[This is the gentleman living witness]]

"You were all over the place for a real kid."

Ji Sun-kyung continued her speech with a look like a veteran of the Vietnam War.

A few years ago, I went to sell Minwoo's main clothes. I still keep in touch with you during holidays. But you knew her, didn't you? How did you know each other? He wouldn't have worked there."

"Oh, oh, I know a brother who was a gentleman. He's dead now. ······."

Sunkyung's sister's eyes were half-split.

"Oh, isn't that dead kid's name Taemin?"

That's right. It's the name of the business day of vocal cords.

The vocal cords and my eyes grew at the same time.

"Does she know?"

"I've heard about it from my brothers. Gentleman is the new 3rd Generation."

I was the top three, hahaha.]

"One of my favorite younger brothers was named him, and he's been crying and going crazy for days."

[Ask your name!]

"What's his name?”

"Oh, he's a money rolling guy in Gangnam, and he's Sungjoo.”

[Ah, Seongju's sister] He was very nice to me. The heart was fake, but the heart was real.]

How can Korea be so small when you say it's so small?

If we just cross three bridges, it'll be the east and west of every corner.

Anyway. Ji Sun-kyung was thinking about Tae-hyung in a good way. Regardless of the job, he seemed to be considered a decent person on the Gangnam floor.

Therefore, the issue of women-only daycare centers was very positive.

"Oh, don't tell Min-woo about me. If it turns out that I've funded it, it'll just fall out.”

"Kkkkk, yes.

―2―

I met Kim Tae-hyung after receiving an OK sign from Sun-kyung.

Since we exchanged contacts, we have contacted each other occasionally, but it was the first time since the hair salon in Nonhyeon-dong.

I met him at a tavern in Cheongdam-dong after work because the location of Gentleman and Amazones were about the same as the time they left work.

"Let's see, let's see, and now I see."

As expected, he was handsome like a Hong Kong actor in the 90s.

He was 42 years old, but his face looked like he was in the mid-30s. Nevertheless, it still had the great charm of time.

The Bogigarma that I saw then still looked good on me too.

"I'm sorry. I've been out of time ···."

"Let's have a drink.”

"Oh, yes. I'll pour it for you first."

I went on, tilting the milk cart he picked himself.

"And you can speak down. I'm comfortable with that way.”

"Well, I'm being rude when I talk to you. But we're still partners, isn't it kind of like that for Gwi-nam?”

"No, I'm fine."

"Yes, then just call me a big brother except Nimja."

"Yes, brother."

The story of the show had been roughly exchanged on Kakao Talk.

I used to say this.

I heard that my vocal cords were something I really wanted to do with my older brother in my life, and I was interested in it, but I want to try it because I got some money this time.

He said this as to why he would like to do the job.

"Honestly, there aren`t many places in Gangnam that are maintained as authentic (host bars). No, the entertainment sector itself is dead. Oh, I'll have a drink."

"Yes."

-Chaeng

"Well, we're fine so far, but we don't know when this will happen. Because there are a lot of high-ranking wives and celebrities among our guests, even if there's a sensitive incident in the country, we get cut off trying to save ourselves. They have to return the cash right away, but if it stops, they have to take signatures from business ladies and roll the shop. It's hard."

Currently, there are about 70 players who regularly go to work at the store, and only about 10 of them are said to live on this.

If you count gentleman as a university, it's like Seoul National University, as if entering Seoul National University does not mean everyone eat well and live well.

The rest of them are said to be busy making a day's living waiting for a credit that may come out at any time.

"The basic cost of maintaining dignity for children is quite high. I have to buy clothes, I have to stop exercising to keep in shape. Those who can't sing have to take lessons."

Zagoza's dream is called "construction," and Gentleman was ostensibly prohibiting even construction in the image of the store.

This is ridiculous in the Hopa world and the scope is ambiguous, but Gentleman is restricting access to guests for construction.

"But how does that work? They're doing construction work without me knowing because they're having a hard time. But this is also done by talented kids, but most of them can't. The guests know for sure. I don't know if she's really treating me or what she's trying to suck.”

So what he came up with with with the vocal cords was a female-only nursery.

The idea was to turn the so-called "wakku" children over here and make them earn a living.

He gave me a drink and kept talking about the floor.

"Wakku is good, but it's attractive? That's the ace. Taemin, ··· Oh, like vocal cords."

I threw a rattling remark at this passage.

"I heard you were no joke.”

He wrinkled his nose and shook his head as if he wasn't in a bad mood.

"Hey, that's old story.

"Who do you think would have been the ace between your vocal cords and your older brother if you met them at the same store during your heyday?"

Oh, that sounds fun.

"Well, uh, if I'd been in the days when I was working, I'd be the ace, and I'd be the vocal chords after the mid-2000s."

"Oh, you're so clumsy."

"No, I'm serious. It's because the style that customers want changes. These days, bagel styles work for men and women. They have cute faces, but their bodies are amazing. But I'm a bit thick to call it a modern style."

When I heard it, it was an answer that nodded to some extent.

"Young kids who come to the store these days look so greasy to me. Don't you call me an old man?

He swept over a side of Bojigarma and talked about the simplicity of time before going back to the point.

"After the wacky, charming kids, their faces are a little off, but they're attractive. It could be like an ace, but if you push them a few times, the designation will increase. If you're handsome or not attractive, you'll have to sit down a few times. Even those who can't really figure out where she's going can't last long."

They gather children in such an ambiguous position and turn them into a women's room.

Unlike Hoppa, who comes to get comfort from women, the aegyobang, which women visit because they are perfectly lonely, will make a living with the right massage skills and appearance.

With about an hour and a half of drinking, the talk of business was almost finished.

He had already had some drinks at the store, and his eyes had long been relaxed, but his pronunciation was still clear.

I slipped in a spoon while the conversation was interrupted for a moment.

"Brother, no, brother."

"Uh."

"Can I work at your store for just one day?"

"Huh? Where, gentleman?"

"Yes, I really wanted to try it. It's one of my bucket lists."

Tae-hyung smiled the most brightly since he met him.

"Laughing out loud, Mr. Yay.

"Yes, I know, I know. You can't even have an interview with my face. Why don't I know when I look in the mirror every day?"

"Hey, why do you want to do this?"

"You're curious. I really enjoyed watching "BTS Boyz". I watch it sometimes these days."

"Hey, they're Deepa. We don't play that messy."

"Yes, I heard. But I don't care if it's D.B. or anything, just let me do it!”

"Oh, I'm so sick that I don't think anyone's a senior in vocal cords."

He asked with a pleasant smile when he poured out his sake.

"Do you really want to try it?”

"Yes!"

"Then I'll introduce you to the main of D.P.A. instead of us."

"I'll do my best."

"Kkkkk," he said, swallowing a short burp.

"That doesn't mean you're a complete ssammei. Some go to the Jungpa style and some go to the Kkara. Are you good at playing?”

"I'll show you a real shit show!"

"Hahahahaha!"

[It's been a while since Madame laughed like this] I guess the gag was your code.]

an end

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