Pervert King Seong Gui Nam

What a useless detail.

I wasted no time in the middle, so I didn't even enjoy the game for 15 minutes!

Don't be like that. Please, uh, uh, ·····

Finish it in a minute. I'm going to have to pop it' Arrrrrrrrrrr ·······]

{Caution: If you don't finish at a fixed time, you may be given another penalty.}

They're sitting there with their hands dirty. It's going to go right into what was going to come out.

In the end, I finished my first and final assessment in a minute, and Kang Seung-ah felt the peak five times through me.

For me, who boasted that I would let him feel a proper orgasm, it was in my heart that I couldn't make him feel more.

We had two minutes left to check out the caravan, and we finished the semen and the suit.

"It's just the beginning. I'm sorry. Next time, I'll show you the real end of orgasm."

When he said so, he smiled refreshingly, saying, "I have experienced a new world enough." I was so tired of going over three times with my boyfriends that I thought my limit was just three times, but I'm amazed that it's not too much to climb five times.

Of course, it was thanks to Genie's buff.

"Can I really write about you?"

"Write it. Oh, but if you do the same thing too much, you might get in trouble later, so change the lines and places a little bit."

"That's natural."

Jilin Panty eventually decided on my next film. She pretended to be typing and jabbed that she would start writing as soon as she got home.

It was the same for me to be expected. The thought of my sex life being recorded like an autobiography gave me a strange thrill.

We're not sure if it's going to be a big hit, but we're sure it'll create a fresh breeze in the design of a uniform color piano.

"We can meet and talk about it once a week."

"I'd appreciate it if you did, but wouldn't it bother you?”

"It's time to stay."

"When we meet next time, I'll treat you properly."

"Yes, I'll pack it for you. 10 times in a row."

"Huh-huh-huh."

After finishing the drinking party, I stood up.

Hmm. I opened the curtains and went out of the table, and it feels weird. The guests in the hall are looking at us, and among them, they seem to be looking at me intensively and mumbling. Their eyes and facial expressions were different - some smiling and some frowning - and they could hardly grasp the meaning.

The vocal cords and genie must have felt the same way, so they flew around them and came back looking for them.

The vocal cords are sticking out their tongues.

[Wow, he's such a cute guy.]

'Why?'

Alas, you have molested Kang Seung-ah in the real world. I think I could hear the sound outside.]

The story is, when me and Kang Seung-ah left for Motel Caravan. Here, a clone made based on our usual behavioral norms was acting as a substitute, and my clone tried to forcefully molest Kang Seung-ah, and there was a small scuffle in the process of Kang Seung-ah rejecting it.

I couldn't insert it because Kang Seung-ah stubbornly refused, but I think she received up to Pelaccio.]

No wonder. That's why the napkins on the table were all pulled apart.

Good job, Clon. You're so cute. But I did lose it's.

***

"Thank you. Have a safe trip home."

"Yes, go in, boss."

I got a car key from my chauffeur in the parking lot and came up to the room.

I just finished taking a shower and sent a message to Moonjung. I had told him that he was called away for malicious comments.

[Comeback Home]

[What happened?]

Three grown men were sitting in a cafe writing a letter of apology.

[A total of three?]

I [O]

[That's why you don't file a complaint.

I [O]

[You're so generous] I think he's handsome, too.

Yeah, I was handsome.

[Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, does she look like she's hitting me a lot?]

I don't have to hit you.

Moon-young-young. [If you're a wild writer, you'll definitely fall down a lot]

I look like a mugwort on the outside. I don't know.

[I can't hold my face because my boyfriend is such a malicious comment]

Munch. [Be careful of your fingers from now on]

Did I eat?]

[No, I'm going to eat after work]

I'm not going to work today. How about pork belly and a glass of pork belly?

[Cooking! Soju! Hahaha!]

I'm coming out.

I'm going to wash up and get on standby.

I'm calling.

Mm-hmm.

Then let's clean up the poo that's rolling in our hearts.

Sitting on the bed with the legs crossed, the inventory window was displayed as a visualization.

For some reason, the cube dice icon, which gives off a hideous energy, is embedded at the first.

Are you going to use it now?]

"Let me see what it is."

When you touch the icon, a pop-up window with an explanation appears.

―――――――――――

- 'worst or worst' dice

It is a penalty item due to a fatal violation of the regulations of Motel Caravan and violation of the rules of item use. If you roll the dice, one of a total of six penalties will be imposed from 1 to 6. It should be used within a week and if it is not used within that period, you will automatically be given the most severe penalty.

1. Initializing the excretion rate of pheromones

2. Impotence and assessment limit for one month

3. Randomly delete two-thirds of inventory items

4. Randomly delete one-half of the active and passive skills

5. Initialization of appearance and physical ability compensation

6. Return to midnight on the day of the puck screen acquisition (*A.I.'s most severe penalty)

―――――――――――

······ what is this?

It's stronger than I thought.

At the very least, impotence was the list that was only predictable, and the rest were unpredictable penalties.

No, let's say that's possible because we've conceded the other one a hundred times. What's number six?

Regression? Regression? I don't even have enough parallel world experience.

The scale and balance are crap!

It's like we've skipped the mid-level and gone to Overwatch.

At this point, isn't the cub the only god of sex, not just the god of sex, but the only god of omniscience? A waste of talent is a waste of talent is a waste.

Hold on, hold on. Let's calm down for now.

"Hu wu wu wu, ·········."

If I understand correctly, does it mean that if I get six, I'll go back to the dawn of the day when I met my vocal cords? Then what happens? The memory of the present is the same, or even the memory of the past is completely gone.

No, there's no point in punishment if my memory disappears.

Shoot, kick, kick, kick! I can't stay calm!

Anyway, it's a comprehensive percue set that combines number 1 and 5, right?

Regression without a damn thing!

"What, what's this? The penalty is too strong.”

[Oh, oh, oh, oh, no. 2 is the worst. No, the initialization of looks is terrible, too. I'm used to how I look now, but I'm going back to my rotten face when I first met him.]

"No, you bastard, don't tell me by your standards. Isn't number six the worst just by looking at the cancer?"

[Huh? Number six?]

The vocal cords guy, who was distracted by the other list, came close to the status window like an old man with original poetry and looked through the list of No. 6.

Then I spewed out the thoughts I had just had.

[Huh? What's this?] Regression? Regression? Why is the scale so big?]

"I mean."

So you're going back to the day we met? So, what happens to a man in this world when he regains?]

"So, like Motel Caravan, is the clone remaining and continuing my will?"

Alas, I'd rather get the other five at once than get six! I thought I was living a life like a sexual medium, but what kind of suddenness is this? I don't want to part with my master.

So am I.

Me, too.

I'm the most like that!

What a return to a person who has no one to avenge and no dream of achieving it, who is happier than anyone else!

Just because you go back doesn't guarantee you'll be able to live like you are now.

Of course, if I go back, I can correct some of the mistakes and mistakes I made back then. But life itself is a product of butterfly effect, where life and death are divided and the future are different.

No matter how hard I try to live the same way I did at the time, there will be errors unless it's a supercomputer, and no one knows what the small difference will lead to.

I was rotten to the point of fermentation, but my vocal cords gave out a fresh dog's voice.

[No. To be exact, he's not gone, he's gone, so we just have to live our lives. There's no difference between a clone and a man of cuteness.]

Oh, I see. That's a relief.}

"These loyal bastards are sitting there pooing their mouths. Your sons are the best when they have sex!"

[Well, we don't make any difference. Whether it's a clone or a real body, it's about your appearance and identity.]

"Are you serious?"

You must be serious. I'm just saying. If you're the same idiot, you're better.]

Well, I was just saying that. Yes, ······}

Thank you, you blue ghost bastards. But what should I do? It didn't comfort me at all.

"What should I do? If I don't roll it, I'll have to roll it since it's confirmed six times anyway."

[The probability of getting 6 is about 16 %, ·········] You don't think six comes up at once?]

"Well, right? Come to think of it, I don't think I got 6 when I was in Blue Marble.”

Instead, half-price sales and 'go to Seoul, the venue of the 1988 Olympics' were all over the place. There was no luck in that respect. If you drop soap or a toothbrush, you'll always end up in the toilet.

"Oh, right. I should ask Sunkyung."

Deep in grief, I immediately called him after recalling the master of the three generations of chewing spears.

"Do you know there's a penalty on the buttocks?"

Yeah, I know. Why? What's wrong?

"Yes, ········."

You don't have any information skills yet, do you? If you have that, you can see the rules of use and penalty for each skill and item.

"Now I know there's such a thing."

When I told her that this and this happened, my sister sighed and clicked her tongue.

Regression? Oh no, there was a penalty like that.

"Is there any way to avoid it?"

The penalty is literally what you get when you do something you shouldn't do, so you won't be exempt.

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

By the way, what happens if you get caught? Are you disappearing at all?

"I don't think so, and in this world, my alter ego lives instead and I'm the only one going back to that time."

So others don't even know they're gone?

"But I don't know the details either."

Oh, my God. I'm so sad. ·······. I'm about to cry. Hewing...

My sister was so sad that I had to reassure her.

"Well, that's one-sixth of a chance, and that's not going to come out."

-That's a relief, but if you get one in a million ············, oh, my mouth is sealed. Let's take it back.

"Anyway, we still have a week left, so let's take it easy."

I'm Cheongdam right now. Do you want to come out? Shall we have a drink?

"Moonjung is supposed to meet."

Yeah, don't worry too much about it, ···

"Laughing, don't worry. Do you think I'm going to leave this world alone?"

I hung up after saying that, but I'm going crazy because I'm so restless.

I feel like I'm being forced to somewhere in a remote area where I can't speak.

***

"Moonjungs."

"Um."

"Did you have a good time with me?”

"Dear?"

Moon Jeong-eun chewed and swallowed the lettuce wrap in her mouth and answered.

"Well, that's a profound question.”

"What's profound? Why, were you so unhappy?"

"Why? Do I look unhappy now?"

"No, just ··········…."

Fill my glass and the self-contained man pushes it forward.

"Cheers."

-Chaeng

- click

"Loud and bitter. Soju is bitter today."

The one who delayed answering once ate roasted garlic in ssamjang with an old man's expression and spoke seriously.

"Meeting with our dung-guy men is not something that can be judged simply by the yardstick of being happy or not."

"Then?"

"You're my universe."

"Poof."

"Are you laughing? Are you laughing at the rest of your seriousness?"

"Oh, sorry, sorry. Then will you meet me if you are born again?”

"No."

"Why aren't you seeing me, you punk. See you again.”

"I'll meet you late, too. About a year late?

"Why?"

"Well, I want to be a better person than I was back then.”

"What's wrong with you?"

"If I were to be born again, then I would go to college and take care of my body, and then I'll go find it myself."

an end

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