Pervert King Seong Gui Nam

The line that falls from the calf to the foot drives me crazy.

The charm of mechanically climbing up and down the floor, supporting the center of gravity of the body, is that once you fall in, it's hard to break up.

Especially, I'm proud to be a vocalist, especially when I see the dynamic twisting of my toes when I'm standing up or cuddling.

I even want to make a medal in the shape of my feet and attach it to my heart like an officer of the People's Army.

Peach bone, Achilles tendon, foot back, toe, toenail, toe, sole, ankle, pedicure, stocking, ·············.

Gosh, I can't bear to just think of that image.

Especially, the pleasure of rubbing my dark nipples with my toes is amazing. It's hard to calm down.

I think the woman who climbs on me and pushes the nipples with her feet is absolutely right. Regardless of appearance, the attractive points will increase by 200%.

Oh, of course I'm not saying I met another woman.

Oh, yeah, nipples.

I think nipples are the best in my vocal cords.

The nipples are like fried food. Just as all food is delicious when fried, nipples are more than basic bread no matter what they caress.

When you hit your daughter by yourself, you can hit your nipples on the edge of a cup or tissue box so that you don't envy real sex. Of course, the downside is that the sense of shame that follows it is not easy. Oh, my experience is right. I lived like that before I met you.

A person who caresses nipples tastes better when it's slightly cooler than my body temperature.

Cold fingers, fingernails, tongues, lips, toes, soles of feet, heels, knees, teeth, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, imagining it makes me fat.

If I had to choose between a woman who's good at oral and a woman who's good at nipple, I'd choose the latter. The nipples are the second heart.

Especially, I want to hand over all my property to a woman who looks straight at me and rubs her nipples with her toes.

Oh, of course I'm not saying I'm going to meet another woman. Never mind? You've gotten a lot cooler, haven't you?

Anyway, whether it's insert or granddaughter, the nipples must go in like the licorice of a drugstore.

When I said it out loud, Moon Jung nodded sincerely.

"In the end, does it mean that it's best to curl your toes?"

"Yes, with it in."

"What? That's what I always do."

"Uh."

"But that's still your favorite?"

"Uh."

"Is there anything else you want to do?"

"That'll do."

"Do you want me to be a part of the prostate? Or do you want me to strangle you with stockings?”

"Kkkkkkk, why is he trying to do something for me today? We're the best at whatever we do."

"Just in case you're tired of being normal."

"You don't think we're normal?”

"Wouldn't other couples do this when they're trying to cheer up. I heard it's good to talk about what's good for each other."

"The important thing is, we're already at the top of the list. It's going to pop even if you just insert it without doing anything. Aren't you?"

"So do I. From the moment the boy Junior entered, he went to another world!"

"I can't concentrate on driving, so let's talk later at home. Don't you think it's a bit off on the way to the volunteer work?"

"Okidoki. Focus, focus!"

Our destination was a nursing home in Hanam.

It is said that Moon Jung-yi and his younger brother Moon-ho regularly went to volunteer as a place to serve an elderly man without a dependant. I haven't been able to go since I met him and entered the company, but we decided to volunteer together instead of going on a date.

"Is there anything you need to be careful about?”

"Just think of yourself as a paternal grandmother and a paternal grandfather and do it comfortably."

"What are you doing there? Are you taking a bath or something?"

"There's a bath service and cleaning and laundry. I can talk to you or read you books, but I'm going to clean up because I'm a cute NewB. I'm usually in charge of bathing.”

"Do you do grandpas, too?"

"Well, I'm quick-handed, so I'm not picky about my grandmother."

"There must be some ugly grannies, right?"

"What are you saying?”

"Well, just because you're old doesn't mean you don't have a sexual desire. A man has the power to breathe, but ·······."

"If I had the power to do that, I would have taken a shower by myself! Anyway, that's a brilliant idea.”

You understand. He thinks the world is going around like a wild boy.]

"So."

"What, am I the only trash?"

Trash is no ordinary trash. My brother is a nuclear waste that can't be recycled.

"Voice, you're so harsh!"

[Did you?]

"Yes, it was a little too much. Our Gwynams are such a little boy that they're upset. Not nuclear waste, but regular trash, giggle."

You're such a piece of junk. Moonjung, you are having a hard time.

"No, your vocal cords are harder than mine."

It's always been this pattern since these two started talking.

In particular, this Hui-chang, a sensitive man, always wears a chewing rain costume in front of Moon-jung, and I can't stand it today.

"Hey, it's because I don't talk. He's more trash than I am."

"I don't care if your vocal cords are garbage."

"Why?"

"Because he's handsome."

"Huh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh."

[Chuckles] [Chuckles] Even the same trash can be forgiven if it's handsome.]

"Of course, of course. Handsome is forgiven. Yeah, you should have been born handsome."

You sons of bitches.

I don't want to deal with it because it has no logic and no concept.

"But how long do you have to live as a ghost?"

[Until the day God allows ········]

"Cool." ······· I wish my vocal cords would come back to life."

"What kind of necromancer? Don't violate the laws of nature anymore. I'm just fine now."

"Why, when the vocal cords come to life, the three of us go to the zoo, watch movies, and…"

[Let's cheer up]

"You son of a gunny.

[Why not?] Nothing's ever changed. When the two of us are doing it, I'm next to him and I'm listening.]

" ·······, but it's weird to think that you're watching with a living body. You're cool when you're just a translucent ghost."

"Whether you're jealous of your vocal cords?"

"Oh, me? To the vocal cords? Haha, that can't be true."

"Hey, I feel like I'm on guard. Is it because you're afraid of losing me when you come back alive?"

[Moon Jung-ah.]

"Yeap, handsome voice."

[You're not my type, so be easy on me.]

"Why, you said my heart was so beautiful some time!"

Sorry, I like conspiracy theories, so I don't like women without conspiracy. If there is no hair on that part, it feels like my body is not balanced.]

"Huh!"

"Vocal cords."

[Why not?]

"But Moon-jung is your brother-in-law, and what's wrong with your way of talking, you son of a gun?"

Come to think of it, I'm your wife! Kneel, this is the level of your eyes."

On my knees in front of my brother-in-law.avi]

"Hahaha!"

"Laughing out loud."

While laughing and talking, I arrived at the nursing home.

I stopped by the mart and went into the office with fruit boxes and candy packages.

The director was a woman, but she was very pleased to see Moon Jung's face.

"Oh, Moon Jung! Why are you so pretty? She used to be pretty, but now she's a lady!"

"How have you been? I couldn't come because I was busy. I'm sorry."

"Yes, it's okay, it's okay."

The staff also welcomed her, asking how she said hello to her grandmother.

It turned out that Munjeong and Munho were brought here by Munjeong's grandmother, and that was from the third grade of elementary school. It has been doing volunteer work for almost 10 years.

The director was a woman in her late 50s, and her husband was a pastor at a small pioneering church nearby. The impression, the atmosphere was so warm and nice that I felt somewhat peaceful just by looking at it.

The director who led us to the sofa made coffee himself.

You said there are a lot of volunteers because it's vacation time, and since it's been a long time, you should talk here and say hello to the elderly.

I took a sip after accepting the paper cup, and I felt the director's eyes toward me. His eyes were both interesting and attentive.

As if a mother asks her daughter, she asks Moon Jung-eun.

"Boyfriend?"

"Yes, hehe."

"Yeah. You've been busy dating lately, haven't you?"

"And that, too, I got a job."

"Oh, I see. Congratulations, Moon Jung. When did he grow up like this?

"So, I'm not a girl anymore."

The director gave me a playful smile.

"There were so many men waiting for Moon-jung to turn 20 that everyone would cry."

"Oh, my God, who is it? Who was waiting for me?”

Then a man comes into the office.

He was a young man in his late twenties with a clean impression. It looks like an employee, not a volunteer. neat dress and gentle impression Like the director, a kind and warm aura unique to a good man was coming out.

Moon Jung-eun first waved her arms and pretended to know.

"Oppa! Hello!"

"Oh, Moonjung~ Why didn't you call me?”

"What do you call a surprise?”

"Oh, I see. How have you been so far?”

He had a soft and kind voice that seemed like he had never cursed in his life as much as his good-natured face.

It's not just about decorating it. He was well educated at home and lived like this all his life.

[AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH The way she looks at Moon Jung-eun is unusual. I'll bet my left bullet that this person likes Munjeong.]

Hmm, that's what I'm saying.

This is the guy that the director said was waiting for Moon-jung to turn 20.

"Seunghyun, this is Moonjeong's boyfriend."

The man bowed to me at the introduction of the director, who seemed to be inciting a war of nerves.

"Oh, yes. Hello, I'm Kim Seung-hyun."

"Oh, yes. His last name is Gwenam."

Kim Seung-hyun and I looked up at the same time.

And I saw it. Something lonesome like autumn leaves in his eyes, stayed for a while and disappeared.

It was definitely the sorrow and lingering of a man who had a crush on him, and the target must also be Munjeong.

I'm sorry, buddy. This happened somehow. They say life is about timing.

"Of course you'll do well, but I look forward to Moonjeong. I feel like a sister to me, maybe because I've seen her since I was young."

Rather than showing off that he knew Moon Jung-eun first, he spoke and looked like he was sincerely giving her a favor. I didn't feel like I was on guard or anything like that.

"Our elders would love it if Moonjeong came. They asked me why I wasn't coming. They asked me to wipe it.”

"Oh, yes."

"Western, let's go. Let me introduce you."

***

"Honey, scissors."

"Grandpa Seung-duk, are you still looking for a chi?"

"Give me the stew~ Give me the stew~ I want to eat the stew~"

"No, eat the tangerine."

"Hey, you can eat tangerines and some stew! Give me both of them!

"Oh, you're cursing again! Then I'll just go."

"Don't go—I'm sorry."

"Do you want me to peel it for you or for yourself?"

"Give it to me. Start with the scissors."

"Again! Again!"

"What's wrong with you? Give it to me at least once! Give me the scissors~"

"Whew, ···."

While Moon Jung-eun and the elderly with dementia had a fierce debate over the stew, Kim Seung-hyun stood beside me and told me simple profiles and stories of the elderly.

Old Mr. Chichi was being protected by the police while wandering the streets, but his guardian did not show up and was handed over here. Until last year, he sometimes came back to his senses, but at some point he left for a complete dementia land.

"That's how much I talk because I'm Moonjung, and other women can't even go."

"You must be crazy about the chest."

"Ha ha, ha, ha, ha, yes. That's why female volunteers who come often don't go near. We tell the students who are coming for the first time in advance.”

That old man is so sad.

Dementia didn't take away as much as obsession with the chest.

"How can I, uh, let you touch my chest? It's a little fat, so you'll feel it."

"Yes, ··?"

" ········Joke."

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

At the moment when I thought, "As expected, he's a man of no fun," an old man of a jji suddenly grabbed Moon Jung-eun's chest where she was peeling tangerines.

"Chew!"

"Kiss, granny!"

Kim Seung-hyun rushed to remove the inspiration.

"Grandpa, if you keep doing that, Moonjung will just let you go."

"I'm sorry, I was wrong. Don't go ···."

"Oh, granny. The next time I come, I'll go get some blackmail milk."

"Shut up, girl! Where do you compare blackmail with a real bottle?"

"Grandpa, please speak beautifully." Moonjung's boyfriend came with her."

At Kim Seung-hyun's words, my grandfather shot me and shouted.

"I'd love to see him! I'm going to touch this good chi as much as much as you like! That sounds great! Oh, great!

They were mournful eyes that seemed to shed tears right away.

His expression and voice also contained so much resentment that I thought so for a moment.

Isn't that old man's thing not dementia?

an end

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