Chapter 242 – 242. Travel (12)
After the noisy high school girls dispersed, I handed the camera over to Hinami and ate lunch. The sunlight was shining so brightly that it hurt my eyes.
She hurriedly buys a pair of cheap sunglasses on the street and walks down the street aimlessly, groping her neck, which she can’t cover because she doesn’t have a camera anymore.
… I didn’t come all the way to Japan because I wanted to spend this useless time.
That didn’t mean I wanted to go back to my dorm at all, but even though it was September, I was still exposed to the harsh sunlight, so I couldn’t stop the sweat from coming out along with the bad comments.
“Jia, you are reflected.”
“What?”
“I’m sweating, and my clothes are getting wet, so it’s becoming a little more transparent?”
Contrary to before, I was startled by Hinami’s words of taking pictures of me, and when I lowered her head, I saw that her black blouse was definitely wet.
She thought that she might lift her blouse again and expose her lower abdomen, so she wore it inside her jeans, which made the sweaty look stand out even more.
The way her bra was barely visible looked quite dangerous, but she couldn’t button her cardigan in this hot weather.
… Anyway, I wear black clothes and a black bra.
If it’s really dangerous, I could just ask them to touch up the colors when editing the video, so I ignored it and said, “Just let it happen.” I lowered the white cardigan I had draped over my shoulders down to my forearms, gulped down some bottled water, and let out a long sigh.
“Is it okay if I don’t button it?”
“It doesn’t really matter.”
“Hmm…”
Hinami’s outfit wasn’t that different from mine, but she was wearing a cardigan tightly, probably because it wasn’t too hot, so her underwear wasn’t really visible.
Thinking that she was jealous of not being hot, she lifted her sunglasses up to her forehead and was about to wipe away the sweat.
“… ?”
Click.
I faintly heard the sound of a photo being taken not far away, so I reflexively scanned the surroundings.
Then, I was able to spot a girl I had encountered earlier make eye contact with me and quickly run away.
… Ha, Mr. If you want to take a picture, ask for it.
Being filmed is unpleasant because it has trauma.
However, I wasn’t energetic enough to chase after the kid who was running away with all my might, so I tapped the choker he had forcibly fastened around his neck, took out a handkerchief, and wiped away the cold sweat inside.
“You really sweat a lot.”
“You’re strange, you…” .”
I didn’t want to talk back to Hinami, who was constantly saying things to me, but since this was a photoshoot and not a trip, I couldn’t keep her mouth shut.
If you’re a little annoyed, you can edit it out, but if you don’t say anything, there won’t be any content.
I was extremely annoyed that they were doing this just to film a vlog, and the fact that even filming that vlog was an excuse made me even more angry.
… I would have felt better if I had refused then.
I felt miserable for no reason as I was struggling in a familiar but unfamiliar place, so I squatted down on the street, ignoring the stares of people walking down the street.
“What are you doing. Wake up. “Aren’t you going to go to the shrine?”
“… “Wait a minute.”
“Are you that tired?”
Let’s look at the ground, let out a silent lament, and be deeply immersed in a complex sense of self-destruction.
“… Looks like you got a lot of trouble from your brother yesterday. “Is your stomach hurting because your uterus has been crushed?”
“Hey… !”
“Ehehe, just kidding, kidding. … “Sounds like this aren’t even captured on camera.”
That pure white devil was talking shit in my ear, making me feel uncomfortable.
… It’s annoying, really.
If it weren’t for my friend, I would have beaten him to the punch.
“Anyway, wake up quickly. “I have a tight schedule today, right?”
“… Okay.”
But before I was her friend, I was her co-worker, and I was grabbed by her and couldn’t touch her as I wanted, and I continued to walk through the crowded streets again, being led by the hand of a man who was a month older than me.
There were far fewer people recognizing it than in Korea.
Still, 9 out of 10 people I meet glance at me through the streets.
Sometimes I take pictures with people who say they are my fans and even talk to me.
I was walking around here and there, enjoying a lot of popularity that I didn’t want to enjoy.
In the end, the choker I was wearing around my neck became as wet as yesterday.
… Even if he were that guy, he wouldn’t try to stuff something that smells like sweat.
I thought that was fortunate, so I relaxed for a moment.
I realized that it was strange to even think like that, and once again I fell into an endless sense of self-destruction.
… Even the popularity I felt while walking around the streets today.
Because I was reminded once again that it was a delicious dessert for him.
**
After dropping off the young kids, I drove a little further, sat down in a cool café, and had a relaxing time with Ha-eun.
He didn’t talk too much or do anything naughty.
A time when you feel at ease just by being together.
“What are you looking at?”
“…”
“… If you liked Ye-eun so much, shouldn’t you have gone with her?”
“It’s not like that.”
Of course, such a comfortable time could be ruined in an instant just by looking for something wrong.
Well, I didn’t look for it with any particular intention.
I searched it out of habit, but it just popped up at bad timing.
Plus, I was a little surprised when I saw her picture.
“I looked around and saw that there was a tweet about something going around here.”
“Really?”
“But, he really wears a choker.”
“… “I wear one too?”
“No, of course I thought your brother would take off his clothes when I wasn’t around.”
In fact, it wasn’t unusual for a child of Seo Ji-ah’s age to come up with an eyewitness account and a few photos while walking around on the streets.
What surprised me was that he calmly wore the choker that was given to him before he left.
Of course I thought I would take it off…, Surprisingly, I was walking around wearing it well.
Of course, an idol may wear a choker, but there would still be resistance to wearing an accessory outside that was worn when having sex with a man.
She thought she could raise the hurdle a little higher next time, and gently wiped Ha-eun’s lips as she pouted and flicked her fork on the glass.
“Huh? “What did you ask?”
“Uh.”
There was actually nothing on the thumb that roughly wiped her lips.
At most, it smells like coffee.
But her actions themselves seemed to have had an effect, as she stared at me crookedly, then sat down, calmly put down her fork, got up from her seat, slinked next to me, and snatched my cell phone.
“But what did you write this about? “I don’t know anything about Japanese.”
“I don’t know either.”
“I don’t know anything except one Chinese character. “Do you mean to kill me?”
“No way.”
Ha-eun, who was sitting next to her, pressed her breasts against my torso as she talked about trivial things, and then she glanced sideways, drawing my gaze to a distant place.
When our eyes arrived, there was a man who looked quite shaggy, glancing at us.
“… Should I go to the bathroom for a moment?”
“What. “My master, do you want to see your girlfriend being hunted?”
“I don’t want to see that kind of thing, but I want to see a cold refusal.”
“What if I don’t say no?”
“Then you go back and get scolded, okay?”
“… “You really don’t refuse?”
“I said I would scold you, but I didn’t say I would give you a reward.”
As I exchanged glances with the man who seemed to approach me to get my number the moment I left, I tried to make sure he didn’t get his hopes up.
If you openly hug Ha-eun’s waist and gently insert her fingers under her top, she will understand unless you are a fool.
Of course, her actions were like that, but as she said, I wanted to see her being hunted at least once.
I was curious what kind of words he would sternly reject,
It was interesting to see how they would stick to me when I came back.
“Okay. … Just don’t go. “Stay next to me.”
“Why are you so calm today?”
“I’ve always been quiet, haven’t I? … “At home and in bed.”
However, because Ha-eun was much more affectionate than I expected, it seemed like there would never be a chance to answer that question.
Is it even more so because I’m abroad and don’t know anyone?
Speak in a slightly louder voice than usual, confidently enough to be heard by those around you.
Even slightly dangerous words linger in her mouth, and I melt into the sweetness of her cheering me up.
“… Wait. Master. “I didn’t tell you to rub her thighs.”
“I hope you are calm today.”
“Hey…”
I moved the hand that was wrapped around her waist inside and put it under her skirt in a way that no one could see.
After tightly grabbing her firm yet soft thighs, I withstood the gentle punches of my pet Ha-eun, who was making cute noises and hitting me hard.
“Hey, everyone is staring.”
“Whose fault is it?”
Thanks to this, my attention became more focused, so I quickly pulled my hand away just before we became a foreign couple causing a nuisance.
While stroking the head of Ha-eun, who was still grumbling at me, I picked up the cell phone that had been taken away for a moment and leaned back against her.
“Phone confiscated. Unless you want to see my picture.”
“Okay. … Wow. “It’s your picture, right?”
This time, I tried to search because I was curious to see if there were any photos of Hinami’s sighting.
Because Ha-eun was interrupting her day by stretching out her hands, she had no choice but to turn off her tweets and instead open Seo Ha-eun’s folder in her photo album.
Every time she swipes her screen, Ha-eun sees her gorgeous attire (including transparent clothes) pouring out.
“Crazy…, … Cover it and watch.”
He said half a bad word in his mouth, swallowed it, and then made a shield over my cell phone with his palm.
We looked around and saw that the eyes on us had disappeared.
She placed her free hand on the thigh that was tightly attached to me, and gently pulled down her skirt so that others could not see it, showing me the thong panties that looked dangerous, if not skin-tight.
… At that moment, the urge to pull that string and throw it away rose to the tips of my fingers.
At that moment, I heard the sound of orders being taken at the counter, and I was barely able to resist that dangerous desire.
Of course, I raised my skirt, put my hand in my hand, and slammed it on the table.
Although we sweetly enjoyed the attention being focused on us again.
In the evening, it is different from the exhilarating taste that can be obtained from the women that many people recognize.
No one recognized it, but you could tell it was sweet just by looking at it.
Because I could only eat simple yet beautiful desserts here.
