Pervert King Seong Gui Nam

- How to NTR from Yookbong Gamseongdae

How are you guys?

Today we're going to talk about Netorare.

Before I go in, I want to tell you that it's about the phenomena and desires that are deviating from the standards of morality and ethics.

I compare NTR to durian.

People call the king of fruit durian. People who know the taste definitely deserve to be king, but he has a very high entry barrier because of the unique smell of the sewer. That's why there are more people who hate it than people they like.

If conventional ethics and moral standards are eliminated, it is said that the king of sexual pleasure is NTR.

The desire for prohibited things and the pleasures of the extreme from immorality are so stimulating that it can be described as addiction.

NTR can be divided into two main categories. I describe it as offensive and defensive, but I'm a man, so I'll take a man for example.

Offensive: What I can't easily take, that is, the desire to conquer a woman with an owner. Many of them are invited.

Defensive: The opposite desire to listen to my woman's whining with another man is painful.

People who chisel just by listening to the N of NTR usually think of defensive.

It's disgusting to see a male lead being robbed of her lover in a novel or drama, but she enjoys it and even has sex!

It's natural for a person with a general way of thinking to be intolerable.

But when we move on to the aggressive NTR, it's often found around us and it's also a feeling of secretly dreaming in our hearts.

There are people who are particularly attracted to married men and married women, and there are people who adore their friend's lover or steal it. There are times when people around me get into a relationship with their old friends while being insulted.

It's just the look of the yard. A lot of people like the setup of a married woman or a delivery man or a co-worker while their husband is asleep, right?

This is a different feeling from the point of view of the main character in the novel and drama I talked about earlier, how many people do you see from the husband's point of view? Most of them will see a repairman or colleague in the first personally.

If you get involved with your husband even in the yard, you're plankton to the bone.

On the other hand, you can hardly find a defensive NTR in women.

Because women seek a stable life genetically, they have a strong possessive desire for what I hold.

However, there are more types of aggression than men, but I think it is also related to genes.

When you see a man who already has a family, you unconsciously mistake him as a person who has already been proven to be a 'stable life'. The happier he looks, the greater his desire. And women's unique jealousy will play a part in that.

The psychology of a man who covets other people's women can be seen as a desire to conquer imprinted on a male gene. It's a different feeling from a woman's jealousy.

The defensive NTR tendencies that usually appear in men are irrational and complex emotions.

The masochism that bothers you and the desire to conquer a woman at the same time.

When I see a wife who is violated by another man or who enjoys it together, I feel ashamed, but the superiority that you will never leave my side works as catharsis pleasure.

But paradoxically, this is a terrible love. Think about it. It's something a man or woman can never do without absolute faith in each other.

Director Kim Ki-duk's "Bad Guy" is a representative NTR film, and the main character Cho Jae-hyun feels shame when he makes his favorite woman a prostitute and listens to it as a magic mirror.

That's how a man's twisted desire for love is expressed, and his self-inflicted self-inflicted self-destruction. Addiction is ultimately a peripheral pleasure.

A woman hates that kind of Cho Jae-hyun, but eventually she falls in love with him.

What a woman feels here can be seen in Stockholm syndrome, right?

To add one more thing, there are also all-round players who mix offense and defense.

That's what swapping is.

As Sehee and I enjoyed playing with the guest, we can say that we are experts in NTR.

But our feelings were different from the usual NTR.

Se-hee and I took it as the pleasure itself from action, not from twisted masochism or from immoralness.

Sehee was a sex fantasy with three-some and gangster play, and I liked to see Sehee enjoying it.

Of course, there was a sense of apology and compensation for impotence, and Se-hee was mixed with some NTR superiority that she was my woman anyway, but there was never a sense of betrayal or masochism that was the source of defensive NTR.

I'm going to go back to my senses.

This is how to NTR from Yookbong Gamseongdae.

Some of you probably don't agree because it's short and subjective.

If my explanation is insufficient or if there is another interpretation, please send me an email. I'm always welcome to discuss sex.

Shall we watch Sehee and Gwi Nam's historic first swapping?

The point of observation is the change in men's feelings.

I think a man named Zhugeffil is a hypersexual compounded of three sexual urges. a satirist, sadist, and voyeurist

In other words, there is a teaching assistant at SM Play, but you can tell by the SNS posts he posted by him.

You said you loved how your wife turned into a rag and wanted to rub her vagina with something dirty. And there was a picture of a rope play, and for their sex position, it's highly likely that Zhugeul-pil is the master and Yoon Ga-young is a slave.

Therefore, I think it is somewhat out of the sense of shame that it is the mainstay of defensive Nettlers.

On the other hand, Gwi-nam, like most older brothers, is a normal person who feels rejected by NTR.

The reason why he doesn't like to play as a guest was because he was empathized with Se-hee. Even though they are not in love, it is tempting for Se-hee, who mixes her body with her, to have fun with a complete stranger in front of her.

But today, I'm sure Gwi-nam will be able to enjoy it because the other three are experts in that field.

Oh, you're already enjoying it.

***

Yoon Ga-young, who wrapped her coat around her lower body, raised my thumb and led me to the entrance to Jill.

I moved my legs like a habit, thinking that my big toe was my tongue.

The texture of the mucous membrane, which sticks out of my sight, further boosted my imagination.

When I recalled the fact that the man next to her was her husband, I was slightly out of breath.

The inside of the bar was noisy with the conversation of the guests.

Joo Se-hee's right side was blocked by a wooden railing as a passage leading to the kitchen, and my left side was partitioned enough to see only the faces of the people next to me.

There were three young men behind them without partitions, and they were criticizing each other, asking how there was no woman to sing.

That meant that no one could see or care about the covert actions taking place at our table. There was no sign of under the table, even though the employees were going to and from the kitchen.

As Joo Se-hee and Jegal-pil were faithfully pursuing pleasure, the conversation between us stopped for a while.

Today, Sehee's outfit is beige knit two-piece and skin-colored stockings.

Zhugeol-pil, who says that a single glass of alcohol heats up his complexion, was watching Joo Se-hee's stocking feet penetrate his crotch, with his bare face straight down.

Judging from the SNS posts he posted, he could see that he also had a stocking fetish like me.

Sure enough.

"Can I tear up your stockings?”

He asked Joo Se-hee, and Se-hee replied with a grin.

"Don't ask me. Do whatever you want. That's why we met."

As soon as the permission fell, I heard the sound of the stockings tearing under the table. And the sound of the pants zip down. Judging from the procrastination of his hands, he must have been taking out chili peppers.

He's not trying to be a footballer.

You're going to rub it on Se-hee's pretty feet that were rubbing my pepper in the bathroom?

I don't know about anything else, but it's a bit bitter.

Something came up unknowingly.

This is because he has never played football in the first-boy play he played with Joo Se-hee.

It was a unique field that connected Se-hee and me.

As I expected, Zhugeulphil grabbed Se-hee's feet with both hands and began rubbing her pepper.

Se-hee's words add oil to my heart.

"My brother also likes football."

"Oh, really?"

When his eyes glanced at my face, I set my feet aside and stuffed them into Yoon Ga-young's vagina.

The worn-out ragged pizzas devoured all of his toes.

She looked straight at me and gave me a shallow exclamation.

"Oh, my!"

Then I took my feet and went back and forth, controlling myself as if I were using a dildo.

"Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha."

What do you think, Mr. Zhugeol?

I'm going through your wife's place with my foot. She's hot as she can, and she's swallowing her heart out.

Hehe, are you angry?

I know because I've been invited, but I couldn't get so mad when Sehee groaned even though I said I should understand.

What a shame.

Zhugeulphil was a Nettor who enjoyed those emotions.

He picked up his cell phone with an excited look on his face and said,

"I'll film a video. Your face won't come out, so don't worry. Honey, please pull your clothes back a little.”

At her husband's words, Yoon Ga-young removed her waistcoat.

Zhugele put my feet in the lens that dented my wife's vagina, and put in a voice that was too loud to be heard at the next table.

"I'm at a bar right now, and my first brother is poking my wife's boji with his feet."

Move the lens towards the lower abdomen and add.

"It's my girlfriend's foot that I've been dating for five years now. I ripped the stockings. Wow, your feet are so pretty. It's prettier than Ga-young's.”

I spoke softly to Yoon Ga-young.

"Excuse me. Hit my daughter with your foot."

She stretched out her feet in mesh stockings through my crotch.

When I took out the pepper and put my ears between my feet and netted my nose, I handed over my phone to me.

"Please take a picture."

"Yes."

While filming my footwork, Zecharpil's feet also burst under Sehee's skirt, and we were entwined with your legs, my legs, and my legs, caressing each other's reproductive organs.

Those images were recorded intact, but it would not matter if you upload them on SNS as they were filmed without showing your face. That's what we promised in the first place.

No one noticed our behavior.

Three men, only about a meter away from our backs, were complaining about each other until then, asking if there was a woman to call, and this is a terrible trick.

[Brother, look at Yoon Ga-young's Yudu's pronunciation. Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!]

I moved my eyes to Yoon Ga-young's heart.

He was wearing a matching white knit polati, and oh, two tips stood out in a bitterness.

Judging from what he could see, the bra strap seemed to be wearing an open bra that he saw in the picture.

"Mr. Ga-young."

"Yes."

"Show me your bare chest, please."

After looking behind my back, she lifted her coat quite boldly.

Good Job.

The black-brown nipples, which were lewdly colored with melanin pigments, rose as straight as ever.

Zhugele captured all of those images on his phone.

Tell me.

"Brother."

"Yes."

"Please touch your girlfriend's chest."

"Oh, me?"

"Yes."

I put a coat on Ju Se-hee's shoulder and lifted my top and bra to my chest. Se-hee heated up faster than ever when she turned the knob and yun-yun around. Gently stroking my forearm, the field breathed.

She was not seen from the back, but she was caught by an old lady employee who was coming out of the kitchen.

The lady pretended not to see it, but it was so thrilling that the four of us laughed out loud.

I shared two bottles of makgeolli for an hour.

The men did not beg, and Joo Se-hee and Yoon Ga-young were the only daughters of each of them.

After the first round of entertainment, we moved to a motel.

an end

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