Pervert King Seong Gui Nam

I became a friend of Seung-duk's grandfather while waiting for Moon-jung's bath service to be over.

At first, I thought he was just a shallow old man who reveals women, but when I talked about it, it wasn't just vulgar.

There is a class for vulgarity. It was definitely a systematic and fundamental vulgarity.

Whether it is high-quality or low-quality, it should be acknowledged if the system and the foundation are in place.

"It doesn't matter how big it is. Appearance and elasticity are important.”

"You're right."

"I've never seen anyone who likes big milk and knows a lot about women. I know how to be bold and bluff. You should know that. If you're a boss, you shouldn't dwell on the size. That's a fake guy. He's a real man who can find charm in a small heart and truly love him."

The old man, who spat out the long horse at once, coughed his dry throat.

"Yes, I don't really care about the size. The heart itself is a blessing."

"Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I haven't seen you in a while. Hahahaha."

The old man laughed like a child. Then he stared down at the palm of his hand and continued.

"As far as I'm concerned, I've lived my whole life without looking at women's faces. Milk is important. Milk. Half-and-half face is done in a month, but I don't get tired of it when it's pretty. Of course, if you have a pretty face and good milk, it's a great addition."

Look, it's too much of us.

Moonjeong and Sungdae said the old man looked like me 40 years later, but I thought it was more like the old age of the vocal cords.

First of all, his obsession with the chest is great. There are only differences in vocabulary according to the times. Furthermore, the way of expression and subjective consciousness are completely in line with the breast theory of vocal cords.

"My wife had a terrible face, but she had a beautiful breast. It was a wonderful milk.”

"Have you died?”

"Yeah. About 10 years ago."

"Are there no children?"

"I had a son and a daughter, and I hung up first and came in first.”

"Why?"

"The kids had a hard time taking care of their mother's disease instead of me. Parkinson's or paprika. I had a nasty disease. I've never been able to be a husband or a father for my whole life because of the weight loss. I'd rather die alone in a place like this than get sick and make my babies suffer."

The idea of "But how can the relationship between parents and children be cut off so easily?" came to mind learnedly, but it didn't necessarily come out of my mouth. Because I didn't want to talk about things I hadn't experienced. That doesn't mean I'm going to support you.

Rather than such a lame story, it seemed good for the elderly to spend time talking about their chests.

Let's talk about your chest.

"Many men like pink tips, and I like light brown ones best. How's your grandfather?"

"I'm still pink. I can't concede that much.”

"I don't hate it either. There's no man who doesn't like pink taps."

"That's right. If anyone hates pink, he's a pervert."

I laughed exaggeratedly, hahahahaha.

The old man murmured in a passing tone, as if he were complaining.

"Hmm, hm, how about Munjeong?"

I even gave a cool answer with a thumbs up.

"It's infinitely transparent pink."

Inspiration expressed an unbearable ecstasy through a sobbing sigh.

He looked as cheesy as a specimen of an old pervert, but he didn't feel ugly. Old age is not a sin, and men have the right to think of old and old hearts and look ecstatic.

Mania recognizes mania. The philosophy of Seungdeok's masterpiece was a real exhaustion.

In particular, when the "Three Circle Theory," which was established by the vocal cords of the elderly, came out, the hair was so frivolous.

"Be aware, we can summarize it into three big wet circles. The breast, the wheel, the tip. Good milk means that the proportion of those three circles falls accordingly. Elasticity comes next."

"It's al-Damada.

"Then what is the most important of the three circles?"

"Of course, it's a tap."

"Yes, the tip is the center of everything and the kernel."

At this point, even the vocal cords had no choice but to admit their grandfather.

[As much as I love your heart, I'm sincere. As of today, I appoint you to the position of honorary advisor to the chest.

-Fourth Quarter 2016 Chest Tissue Diagram-

Minister : Emotional University

Vice Minister: Angry man

Honorary Advisor: Park Seung-duk

Chest. Oh, chest.

It's a magical institution that makes you excited when you think about it, and makes you cringe when you think about it.

A man's breast is the same as an inseparable love-hate relationship.

The heart is the only medium that makes a man's heart, head, and testicles tremble at the same time.

A man who wants to do something big should not be misled by a woman's heart, but the most misleading thing is also not the heart.

In that sense, let's make an acrostic poem.

A: I have a good heart.

Breast: I like her.

"I'm getting cold now, so I'm going in."

"Yes."

"Where can I see your chest?"

"I don't know. Is there a good place?”

"What time is it?"

"It's 11:30."

"Let's rent a room for lunch soon. Ask him when the bath is over."

I called Moonjeong and she said it would be over if I did one more person.

The old man nodded solemnly.

"Okay, then let's do this. I'll be in the room, so you can finish talking and come to the room."

"I'll try to persuade them as much as I can, but you have to know that if Moonjeong says no, we can't help it.”

"Huh, it's the old man's last wish. Will you not grant it?"

I took my grandfather Seung-duk to his room and moved to the lounge. I checked my phone while drinking a cup of coffee from the vending machine. There was a message from Tae-hyung (a.k.a.gentleman Madame)

[Cute guy] Do you have any plans on the 29th?]

Kim Tae-hyung. [If you don't have anything to do, come to a party with me]

Kim Tae-hyung [Call me]

What party? Sex party in hallucinations?

Kim Tae-hyung [Crazy]. My brother told me to come to the year-end party, but I have no one to go with.hahahahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

It's the 29th.

My vocal cords said that I was checking my phone schedule.

[I've been there several times with Taehyung. It's fun.]

I didn't have any appointment that day, so I accepted.

Moon Jung-eun, who finished her bath service, came to the lounge in a sweatshirt.

"Grandpa Seung-duk?"

"I took her to her room after the walk."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. You must be hungry."

"No, sit down for now. I'll give you a massage.”

I slowly brought up the story, kneeling him on the shoulders with my 'Hand of God' skill.

"Moonjungs, are you close to Seungduk? How long have you known him?”

"Well, it's been about five years since your grandfather came here. Why?"

"Grandpa can't buy much."

He looks back in surprise.

"What? Why?"

"It's cancer."

"Who said that? Is that what you'

"Uh. Don't tell anyone because only the director knows. They can only live for a month at the longest."

Moon Jung-eun's eyebrows crumble and her lower lips pop out. The boy swallowed his tears and asked back.

"Didn't you say something weird about dementia? Grandmother, I've been playing a lot of pranks since a long time ago."

"Well, I thought so at first, but I don't think so when I talk about it. And, uh, dementia is a joke."

"What's that? Is this no joke? Grandma, did you want to make fun of me. Mr. Lee!

I pressed Moon Jung-eun's shoulder, which was about to run out at once, and I continued my words in a bright atmosphere.

"Hey, I don't joke about this."

"Then it's real? Can you really only live for a month?"

"That's not the point, though. My grandfather said he had a last wish."

In the end, Moonjeong burst into tears and buried her face in my heart.

To be honest, I'm the first old man I've seen today, and I didn't feel much because I didn't feel anything real about the time limit and death. But seeing Moon Jung's reaction like this makes the nose bridge sour for no reason.

He patted Moon Jeong-yi on the back and said,

"Grandpa misses a girl's chest so much."

The one who stopped crying looked up at me. After sniffing once, he quickly recites it with a cold look.

"I'll die, I'll die, I'll die, I'll die."

"Why?"

"Mr. Lee, come on! You really believed me!"

"Hey, it's no joke. Ask your vocal cords."

"Sungdae, are you doing a hidden camera?"

Why would a naked man do a hidden camera?]

You're a fact deaf. You don't have to say that.

Apparently, he's not just being mean to me, but he's always like this.

However, thanks to him, Moon Jung's emotional feelings were eased a little.

He didn't lie. The grandfather's last wish is to see your chest.]

"You really can't buy that much?"

[Yes.]

"I really can't live. What's wrong with my heart? You're not some kind of monk!"

"That's what all men do."

"So, show me?"

"No. I'm just delivering it, and you're the choice.

"What do you think of the West?"

"Hmmm, uh, half and half, to be honest? So you just decide."

"Whew~"

Moon Jung-eun's indecisive inner conflict began as much as I did, and it was the vocal cords that made the decision cool.

[Show it to them. It's their last wish. Even if it was a lie that he had cancer, he would have lied so desperately.]

"That's it, but ..."

[If you don't like it, of course I won't, but if you're worried about it, just show me. If you die, it's not like anyone's going to wear out the body that goes back to a handful of dirt. It's not just service to give a bath, but it's also service to give such a spiritual pleasure.

The emotional one may not have experienced any war, but it seems that he is the only one living in the post-apocalypse era.

" ········I just have to show them, right?"

***

In the three-bedroom, there was only an old chieftain left.

As soon as Moon Jeong saw the old man, he wiggled his head.

This is how the old man's eyes, who tried to avoid those eyes, looked at me.

Is it possible? Is it impossible?

I nodded my head and the old man slowly closed his eyes with an expression of emotion. Like a successful researcher who spent decades working on a project.

"Grandpa, promise me."

Moon Jung-eun standing in front of the old man said, sticking out her little finger.

"I'll show you my chest, so never give up."

Old man Park Seung-duk nodded so vigorously that he thought his neck bone was going out.

"Of course! Of course!"

"My grandmother kept saying that she wanted my grandfather to live long. He said he was coming here again today, so I asked him how he was doing."

"How's your grandmother?"

"Yes, so you have to live long and healthy."

I helped her out with a word.

"Of course. It's 100 years old. You have to live another 20 years."

Now, as if nothing is interested, the old man's eyes are on Moon Jung-eun's chest.

I don't know how many times I've swallowed my nostrils and dried saliva.

Like a Chihuahua craving snacks, he even gave me a hint.

"Moon Jung, let's show them before people come."

"Laughing, ······· What sin have I committed in my previous life?"

Moon Jung-eun's hand, which went into the top, turned her back.

Inside, the door was not locked, so the vocal cords stood guard near the door.

The old man sat in a reverent position on the bed with his legs crossed. Her uncontrollable and harsh breathing came out and her face was full of life.

His eyes glistened like a boy in a slum in India who longed for learning.

Moon Jung-eun's cheeks, which unraveled the bra hook, were moist with a light pink color. It was a self-portrait of youth where challenging spirit and fear coexist.

The hoodie that is finally up to the chest. In the sun, two whiteish hills of the province and a cute pink bumps appeared.

It's time to be easy now, but I think it was a luxury house with a different class.

You're so cool. Your boyfriend will fall in love with you.

If it were me, I would have reached out my hand and touched it, but the old man was just watching it with his eyes, refraining from unexpected behavior as promised.

Just 11 thick tears trickled down the corner of my eyes.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The old man, who was impressed once, hurriedly came down to the floor and sat on his knees in front of Moonjeong. Like a god who received the Virgin Mary. Then he cried out in the presence of God, as if atonement had been made.

I just nodded to Moon Jung-eun, who was at a loss for what to do, and her vocal cords ended with a famous quote from a Cuban revolutionary hero.

[Unless you are prepared to give up your life for something, you can't have any conviction that it's your life's goal. I hope so.]

an end

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