The World of Masks

"In any case, why would someone who wants to be a hero want to be a hero to a judge who's in a frenzy?"

Charles quickly turns to you. I felt like all the blood in my body would burst onto my face if I heard more about the copycats in my home country. In comparison, Jinsuk seemed to want to talk a little more about this topic. You see a bright, discontented light on your face. But Charles wouldn't shut up. Honestly, I felt like I was going to die if I kept talking about it. Shame on you. Shameless death, isn't it? If you die like that, you won't be able to feel your eyes even in the grave. Charles was convinced.

I took a step back as if I couldn't help but relinquish Charles' unyielding resolve and put the original topic in my mouth.

"The more heroes, the better. But even if we do support them to make them heroes, there are limits. I'm gonna make you a hero! If we push it, it's over if it doesn't work for the public. It might be possible to manipulate a career or something heroic, but it's the end if you get caught. Our trust in AMSS should not fall under any circumstance. Now, that's where Seo Yoo-Hwan appeared."

I raised my hand to the point where the adjective "PABAM" came to mind.

"He who holds a god that exists only twelve in the world. The only known plutocrat at the moment. The first Awakening is when you risk your life to save your childhood friend."

A line of exaggerated tone and action conveyed the nature of the pandemic.

"A special ability. The courage to be praised. And the awakening is fantastic. The public loves drama. This will definitely work."

Charles' illusion is not the only thing that overlaps with the current imagery of the PDs making the broadcast program. I felt like I could create an idol group that would carry the company's destiny.

But it was enough to convince Charles.

"If that's the case , I can't help it."

The superpowers themselves are at stake. I still felt bad about it, but I couldn't do anything as Charles. The feeling of helplessness wrapped around me.

"Is it because you assumed you were quiet?"

[Hmm. It's sad, but I can't live right. You may never be welcome in a situation where you have fantasies about heroes.]

After answering like that, Ueron added the child as if he were calming him down.

[But don't get too worked up. Because you're not wrong about that.]

"Yes. Ueron was right. Rather, it's welcome for someone like Mr. Charles to have that idea. This kind of political work is enough for people like me."

Truly, Turo Charles was silenced, saying that there was no problem at all.

"And I'm going to give that to Ms. Yoohyun. because we're going to be the heroes of AMSS, the world's most popular people."

"But if it's hard, it can go away."

Charles expressed concern. Excessive anticipation and affection can make people warp. Moreover, the epidemic has just become an adult. I did not know how the bloodthirsty youth would appear.

"So that should lead our adults well."

Adults are also responsible for controlling future generations from going wrong. Knowing its meaning, Charles nods. I made a firm determination in my heart that I would help other people with the lure to go the way of the hero.

"You shouldn't be jealous that Ms. Yoohyun is becoming more popular than Mr. Charles. Okay?"

Charles grins as he jokes.

"Well, I can't promise you that."

In the car, the two laughed low.

* * *

Ambitious.

At this time, the hospital, which was noisy by journalists during the day, is also somewhat static. Most of the illnesses were left behind by medical staff, patients, and families.

The hallway was lit brightly, but the room was dark. Low breathing sounds or loud snoring indicate the patient's condition. The nurse or doctor stretched out her arms, turned her back and yawned loudly.

Queek!

A door to the room was opened. The light that was wandering around the hallway shoved me through the open door. Light entered the darkened room and the interior was blurred.

Jubbuck!

A foot walks out the door. A hand like white snow falling in the middle of the winter carefully opens the door of the room and bends over. There was an action that reminded me of the heavenly silk, and I left the room. It was Hannah.

She looks around for a moment. Soon after, I started walking down the hallway.

Halt!

As she passed in front of one of the rooms, her feet stopped. She stares straight through the door. The name tag was clearly visible to me. Gratitude, longing and kindness were hidden in her eyes. I unconsciously reached out and stopped to grab the door to the sickbay.

He can't be awake until this late. If you go in like this, it's just a problem. Besides, Hannah knows that there is a mother beside the plague. Unlike yourself.

Huff!

Once again, sadness rose from my mind. Tears welled up in my eyes. But I endured it. I felt like I could shed a single tear here or fall apart. I felt like I couldn't stop the heat from spilling.

Hannah leaves the hospital in front of the Plague. I entered a space decorated with a break room on each floor of the destination.

It was stylishly decorated to see if the cost of the room was expensive. It was only Hannah who had just come in.

I put myself on an expensive couch. I looked out the window. The glorious light of the city shines brightly in the dark. I saw cars speeding down the road to see what was so busy at this ambitious night. Hannah glances at the view from the outside. I wasn't looking at the scenery. There was nothing shining in her eyes. I was just desperately trying to turn my nerves out to calm my confused mind.

"Hannah?"

You hear a familiar voice behind you. Hannah turns her head in surprise. Now that both of her parents are dead, he stands closest to her.

"Yuyuan."

I called that name familiar. It used to be a name I used to call many times, but it was clearly different from the emotion in that name.

"What were you doing?"

"Yeah, I just can't sleep."

The sickness sat next to Hannah. But it didn't stick together. It was the distance I had as I grew older and began to recognize men and women. It was usually a very unconscious street, but this time Hannah thought it was very naughty.

"You okay?"

The Passover asks. Hannah looks at his face. I was filled with anxiety.

"Not yet, a little."

I have a feeling I shouldn't worry. I wanted to answer that I was okay here. However, the aching sensation of my heart that was still not sinking prevented me from saying it out loud.

" Yes."

That's how the pandemic responded. I could only say that as a spectacular speech and a reason without flashing wit. I tried to squeeze something better with my head. But nothing came to mind. His head was still a piece of junk.

But Hannah was even more grateful for the silence. I was grateful to be by your side quietly. I was so happy that I was not alone in this world who lost my whole family.

I missed the warmth like crazy. Hannah shifts her body slightly to the side. As I grew older, the distance was reduced again at this moment. I hugged the arm of the plague.

"Ha, is that Hannah?"

You hear the voice of a bewildering pandemic. But there was nothing particularly refusing. I'm just embarrassed.

"Just a little bit, just a little bit like this."

Hannah buries her face on the shoulder of the plague. The heart of the plague was beating loudly. The aromatic tingling paralyzes the olfactory senses, and the soft touch of the chest touching the right arm makes the sensation tingle.

"Huff, huff."

When the pandemic can't do this or that, I hear a small faint sound. Hannah's body trembles slightly. My heart was cold. The mirage looked down at Hannah with bitter eyes. I grabbed her by the shoulder with my remaining left hand.

No late night hospital break rooms. The night was getting deeper and deeper with Hannah's low fever.

* * *

At that time, Jin had been back in his office for a long time. The fortress was only spent in the office of AMSS and the landscape of the office was even stranger.

Even though he was away, his companies were running well. Companies were strong against the skills of outstanding slaves.

Jinseok sat on a large couch prepared for guests. I stretched my arms out to the side. I felt a soft touch on my arms. I retract my arm with some strength.

"Ew!"

"It hurts, my lord."

A whispering voice pierces the ears of the true. His two slaves cling to the body of Jinjin in an elaborate gesture. He wears a cloth that is almost naked, also called cloth, and hugs the neck of the genuine. My eyes were delighted by the sudden glowing pink nipple and the crunchy arsenic. Jin hugged two slaves who were usually secretaries of this company. I rubbed or stroked my elongated chest. The women did not resist. Rather, I twisted my body to make it easier for my hands to dig.

The woman on the right reaches out to the table in front of the couch. I picked up a flask of amber and poured it into a glass.

You look like shit!

The aroma of alcohol unique to spirits wrapped around it. She pours the cup she follows into her mouth in a heartbeat. The screech doesn't move. With a drink in her mouth, she reaches for Jin.

Chewie!

Jinsuk touched the lips of the woman. The spirits passed from the woman's mouth to the mouth of the stone. The neck of the stone moves roughly and takes a sip. All the spirits were removed from the woman's mouth, but the stone and the woman did not fall. I sucked, bit, and bit my lips without cause. The tongue crossed with the tongue and exchanged saliva.

After a while, the two of them fell apart.

Jinsuk saw a woman dipped in red cheeks. She licks the rest of the liquor and saliva from the dust around her mouth. It was insanely racy.

She was a woman who dyed her hair pale brown with a single bubble. When I smiled, the dimples were slightly dug up and had an overall cute image. I graduated from a prestigious university in Korea, but when I was a child, I was forced to work as a senior secretary because of a contract I had with the elderly. Occasionally, I was in the market for authenticity.

Did he notice that Jinsuk was observing him? The woman leans against the body of Jin, smiling at Betsy. Her stunning perfume rocks your brain.

This time I looked the other way. There is a woman staring at the stone, waving her long brown head. Thick twinkling eyes, tall nose, and white skin indicate she is not Asian. When I was working as a secretary, it was hard to see her with her long hair turned up and working. Only her family and acquaintances, and her owner, Jin, knew her like this.

Jinseok looks at her and reaches for the table. I took a cherry in my hand. As you can see with your other hand, you hurried forward, revealing white breasts.

To make her big, white breasts look even bigger, she presses her chest up with her uncherred arms. My chest is distorted and my ribs are emphasized. She lays the cherry on her sternum.

Hot Stones!

He did not hesitate to bring his big open mouth to her chest. Not only did Cherry bite her chest. As her tongue sweeps through her chest, she bends her back like a bow. The cherries have already gone over her throat, but Jin hasn't stopped harassing her.

The recessive cohesion continued. This place is his castle, and the woman he wears is his slave. Without being disturbed, he joyfully harassed the two beautiful women.

Boom!

A small step rang out. The two beautiful women who were trembling next to Jin were furious. I unconsciously hugged myself to cover my body.

"Hello?"

With the surprised women, he proudly twists his legs and greets uninvited guests.

"I've been back."

Emily, a beautiful woman with long, beautiful silver-haired hair, leans back toward the truth.

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The goal of "Let's restore to the old level" was to reenact, but something is buzzing around.

I'm scared that things are going so well. (Creaking)