The World of Masks

You hear the boiling of boggle stew. The smell of pickled miso tingles the nasal cavity, and the sound of a whooping cutting board tapping becomes harmonious, whispering in my ear. He stood at the kitchen entrance and looked inside. Yurin was preparing dinner in his apron.

"Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh."

She goes around the stove and sink, singing a light nostril, whether she feels good or not. Her long, raw hair lingers with every move.

There is no man in the kitchen who would refuse a beautiful woman who wears apron and cooks for herself. Jinsuk walked into the kitchen and hugged Yurin lightly from behind.

"Oh my!"

Yurin was slightly surprised. Soon, however, Betsy smiles as she realizes the opponent is her lovely husband.

"I'm cooking. Don't interrupt."

I gently pushed the dust with my hand. But he didn't move. Rather, I tapped her chin lightly and kissed her deeply.

Yurin did not refuse. Rather, I greeted the lips and tongues of Jinjin with a vigorous welcome. Not long ago, I was a Yurin, as if I had never experienced skinship, but over time I have become quite proficient over my relationship with Jinsuk and the couple.

Jin often missed Yu-rin, who had no experience with his old castle, so he was ashamed of his red cheeks on his request. But even the current active Yurin was not bad. Moreover, even though she was aggressive, compared to other women, Yoo Rin was still naive and innocent. It's just that I've become more proficient than Yurin before, when I didn't know anything.

The hand of Jin began to stroke Yurin's body to make sure that her lips were not satisfied.

Pair!

Yurin slaps Jinsuk's hand.

"Just a little bit."

Yurin reduces the heat from the boiling stew and moves back to the cutting board.

"Not even a little bit?"

Jinsuk followed behind her with a pitiful look.

Yurin turns around, looking a little angry.

"No, no, no. Back off. I got the knife."

He speaks intimidatingly with a cutting knife to cut vegetables. However, when I opened my eyes and threatened him, all I could see was a kitten as big as a fist squirming. However, Jinsuk raised his arms as if he was afraid.

"Okay, okay. Let's talk about this."

I took two steps back with exaggerated steps. At that, Yurin smiles.

"It must have been hard, take a good rest, Western."

The playful wink was a dummy. Yurin goes back to cooking, singing his nostrils again.

The dust that was thrown out of the kitchen sat roughly on the couch. On the day of recess, the fathers grumbled and pressed the remote control with their free expressions. The big TV channel swoops around.

I wonder how long it's been since I've killed so much time.

"Eat."

An angel named Yurin finally called out to me. Jinsuk quickly got up and walked in front of the table.

The dining table was not an authentic dinner, but a neat and tasty meal was prepared.

Steamed whole grain rice and green peppers, boiled miso stew, cooked rice mixed with meat and quail, salty seed leaves, and crunchy kimchi. Fire Dragon Meat.

It was all Yurin's cooking.

Jinseok sat on the chair exaggerating.

"I'll eat well."

I picked up the spoon and ate well. I shoved it right in my mouth. The aroma of the spicy rice balls spread in my mouth. I picked up chopsticks while rolling the rice in my elongated mouth with my tongue because it was hot. I grabbed the fire meat and put it in my mouth. The meat that became the right liver melted in my mouth.

"What do you think?"

Yurin was filled with expectations. Jinsuk raises his thumb without saying anything. Yurin smiles beautifully. I couldn't compare with an angel or a goddess.

Yurin also began to eat with a spoon.

"Are you almost ready?"

I shook the tofu and pumpkin floating on the miso stew and took it to my mouth.

"Yes, I packed all my clothes. I packed my passport in advance."

"But just in case, check back soon."

"Yes."

Yurin nods.

The smile doesn't leave her face. I didn't feel like I was going up. I sang a nostril while having a meal and was beating while picking up the braised food.

"You like it that much?"

I bent my chin and looked at the appearance of such a Yoorin and asked. Yurin was surprised. Soon, he blushes his face and lowers his head.

"Well, still, it's a trip with you. And in a way, it's our honeymoon."

Yurin shudders his fingers and shudders.

"I see."

Jinseok confronted him.

Tomorrow Jin and Yoo Rin leave for a foreign trip. Destination is Switzerland, Europe. It was a country where the natural scenery of Cheonhye was a masterpiece.

Jinsuk reaches out and grabs Yurin's hand. I've never seen such pretty hands. It seemed like a fairy sat down and slipped.

"I'm sorry, I can't help but travel like this."

Yurin was embarrassed by the apology of Jinsuk.

"Oh, it's okay. You're not doing it on purpose. You're doing it for the world."

I said I was going on a trip, but it wasn't really a tourist destination.

Seo Yoohyun and Lee Han-na already found a superpower a few months ago. Not just them, but the other superpowers that were newly discovered. They were training hard for future battles.

And tomorrow, they were scheduled for their final training before going into combat. It was called fighting monsters.

"But is it really okay for me to go with you? You're going on a mission."

Yurin expressed concern. But Jinsuk said with a tone, "What's the problem?"

"I have my permission. I'll pay with my own money. Even the money that takes these superpowers to Switzerland to put them to sleep, to feed, to tour, all goes out of the money I've given them."

Jinseok picked up a leaf calf and wrapped it in rice and swallowed it raw. I kept chewing on the rest.

"Plus, this trip to Switzerland is definitely a tourist destination, in addition to the hands-on training of superpowers. To relieve the stress of the superpowers training in the military. Of course the money's out of my pocket."

Jinsuk spread his arms wide open. as if they were asserting the legitimacy of their claims.

"Is it wrong for me to add my wife to the itinerary? I pay all my savings. So there's no reason to get stabbed. Ignore anyone who insults you with it. I think we're making quite a sacrifice for the world, but I don't think we can tolerate this. And I don't want to neglect my job because I'm taking you. And really ."

Jinsuk pushes his torso forward as if he were telling a secret story, and approaches Yurin.

"If I don't do this soon, I'm going to die from my father-in-law."

Yurin chuckles. He gives you a look of helplessness. But there was definitely a happy smile on his face.

"Well, good for you."

"Yes, there's nothing to worry about. If anything happens, I'll protect you."

"I'll take your word for it."

Yurin whispers that way, looking at Jinjin with a heavy gaze. And she says, "What kind of crazy person denies that?" Jinsuk thumped his chest as if he was asking me to trust him.

After talking about Dorado, the meal was over. After finishing the dishes, the two go back to their rooms and check if there's any luggage missing.

"You don't have to be so thorough. Just make sure you get something important, like a passport, and in case you forgot something, you can buy it locally."

"Too bad."

Yu Rin insisted that she put the luggage that had been unpacked for a while back into the carrier while making sure it was taken.

"You have a lot of money to spend. If I have money to waste like that, I'd rather donate it."

Yurin still saved money. I shrugged my shoulders as if I couldn't help it.

Jin-seok approaches Yu-rin as soon as she seems to have packed her things. I lifted the princess straight up in my arms.

"Ugh!"

Yurin screams a new one.

"Should I take what I didn't get earlier?"

Jinsuk walked straight to bed.

"Tomorrow's the trip. Are you okay?"

Yurin grunts freshly. However, Jinsuk smiled as if it were petty.

"What are you doing on a plane? I'm going to have to change my bedtime because of the jet lag anyway, so I'll sleep on the plane."

Jinseok puts Yurin on the bed and climbs on top. Thereafter, the room was torrential.

* * *

Incheon International Airport the following day. Jinseok's car casually entered the parking lot. After parking, Jin-seok and Yu-rin got out of the car. The two in casual attire, even dark sunglasses with large eggs, were travellers.

Jin opened the trunk and took out two large carriers.

"Let's go."

I grabbed my hand with one hand and dragged the carrier forward with the other.

"Huh? Honey, this isn't the way."

Yoo Rin asked as she looked at the building at Incheon Airport, which is further back.

"If you go now, there 'll be reporters everywhere. We're supposed to meet somewhere else. I've got a hotel."

Jinsuk and Yurin took a short walk to enter the hotel closest to Incheon Airport. When I entered the room that I had reserved, someone came first.

"Greetings, Chancellor and Mrs."

Charles greets them this time with an escort of true and superpowers. Next to it were the conventions and Hannah looking at everything curiously like it was their first time.

"Hello."

Yuan and Hannah politely greeted Jin. Then a stranger looked at Yurin for them.

"You're here early."

"It's been a while, Charles."

You take off your sunglasses with your carrier roughly up, and the dust settles in. After that, Yurin carefully walks in.

"I didn't get here too early. By the way, you haven't seen your wife before, have you?"

The Plague and Hannah nod. Jinseok felt his innocence cleared from Charles' words. It seemed like he had become friendly during the training for months.

"Your name is Han Yoo Rin. She's the chancellor's wife."

"I've never seen you before. I'm Han Yu-rin, his wife."

They were younger than themselves, but Yurin bowed to them first. The two stood up from the chair, embarrassed.

"Wife, it's a pleasure to meet you. It's called Seo Yoohwan."

"It's lhanna."

The opponent is the wife of the total number of organizations they belong to. Their behavior naturally atrophied. Yurin said it shouldn't be hard to see if she noticed the spike. The beauty grins and rolls in a gentle gesture, releasing their stiffness gradually. Soon they began to talk about Yurin and his stuttering.

"Is it worth the training?"

He asked the two of them who were enjoying talking with Yurin at the same age how relaxed they were.

Knuckles!

The horse is cut off. Yurin is embarrassed as she grows up and slowly puts the conversation on track. Both the plague and Hannah clapped their mouths with a pale face.

The guesser had a clue. Jin-seok turns to Charles.

"They're our expectations, right? You have to endure that kind of training."

As he shrugs, Charles speaks in a playful voice.