Chapter 195 – 195. Kim Ji-Young & Kwak Bomi & Jeong So-Young (03) Doodle-Jiyoung
“But… Can’t you just look at my body once before scribbling on the next person’s body?”
As Soyoung asked Jiyoung, sitting on her floor and looking down at her own body, a voice full of questions flowed from Jihye’s mouth.
“You’re watching it right now, right?”
“No, there are some places you just can’t see. The same goes for the neck and the back.”
As Jihye gave her answer, she pulled her shoulder forward and tilted her head back, hoping to see at least a little bit of her back. She let out a small sigh and said.
“Ha… Master, you are waiting. There are still two more people to do. Since it’s a meteor anyway, it won’t be erased right away, so I’ll see you after my turn.”
“Master… I see. Okay.”
When Ji-hye mentioned her prowess, So-young, who couldn’t complain anymore, swallowed her regret and got up from her seat and asked.
“Then. Jiyoung is next? Or is she Bomi unnie?”
After receiving her question and making eye contact with Bomi for a moment, Jiyoung put her hand holding her name pen in front of her and opened her mouth.
“I’ll do it first.”
“All right. Sister. Then here… Oh, wait a minute.”
She took the pen with her name given to her by Jiyoung and pointed to the floor where she had been lying a little while ago. Soyoung stopped and fell down on her floor and licked the floor where a few drops of her love juice had fallen while writing. Br〉
-Clap… Clap…
It didn’t take long for her to lick up a small amount of love juice, and Soyoung immediately straightened her back and pointed to her bottom again.
“Lie down here. “Sister.”
“It’s okay to just leave it as is…”
“What do you think? It’s not even just one or two licks. She cleans up the mess she spills. “It’s the basic skill of a slave.”
Soyoung smiled and said something that would have shocked Ji-young if she had heard Ji-young’s words as if she was sorry. She patted her on the floor with her palm and urged her.
“So don’t worry about it, just lie down. Sister. “Master, you are waiting.”
“Okay… Okay. Thank you.”
Jiyoung, who could no longer sit back and cry after mentioning her sex, gave a small thank you and lay down on the spot where Soyoung’s saliva was drying.
“Ha… It’s so clean… One day, there will be proof that this is the owner’s property, right?”
Soyoung murmured, lightly stroking her clean body with her hands, unlike her own body, with her piercings and tattoos, and brought her red pen to the corner of Jiyoung’s small open mouth. 〉
Bomi was startled when she saw Soyoung trying to put a scribble on her face that would not be erased for several days.
“W-what are you doing!? Why take a pen to her face!”
Soyoung, who was just about to put a pen to Jiyoung’s cheek, looked back at her Bomi, who was yelling at her, and spoke in her puzzled voice.
“Hmm? Was there a rule about no scribbling on her face? I don’t think I heard anything like that from Jihye. I don’t think the owner said anything else.”
Bomi was furious at the sight of Soyoung speaking as if she didn’t know anything, and shouted loudly.
“It’s common sense! “Does it make sense to put graffiti that hasn’t been left on for several days on a face that can’t even be properly covered?!”
But Soyoung’s face was still full of doubts.
“Hmm… I’m not sure if it’s common sense, but… Anyway, what you’re saying is that there wasn’t anything set in stone, right? Then it doesn’t matter where you doodle?”
“Ahh!!!”
Bomi exploded with anger when she saw Soyoung’s face with an expression that other people, especially men, would have liked, saying she was an idiot, and just as she was about to scream, Jiyoung’s mouth opened.
“Stop. It’s Bomi. As Soyoung said, if there are no set rules, she is free to decide where to scribble.”
“But master! Ooh, we’re in a place where we can hide as much as possible!”
When Bomi spoke as if she felt unfair, Jiyoung raised her body for a moment and gently hugged her slave, whose expression was a mixture of various emotions.
‘Ah! Master! ‘You bastard!’
The moment she felt the soft skin surrounding her, Bomi realized that if this argument went wrong, Sungjae might get caught, so she suppressed the anger that was rising.
“Are you okay. I know that Bomi was considerate of Soyoung because she had a kind heart. But that doesn’t mean she knows that Bomi shouldn’t force her thoughts on Soyoung, right?”
“B-But… But…”
Bomi, who was suppressing her anger while being held in the arms of her owner, who was small compared to herself but was overwhelmingly voluptuous, hesitated at the sound of her gently soothing voice, but then buried her head on Jiyoung’s shoulder and spoke.
“I understand… Master…”
“Okay. Now, draw pretty doodles on my body. Okay?”
“Yes… Master…”
After soothing her rebellious Bomi, Jiyoung lay down on her floor again and spoke to Soyoung.
“Please continue.”
“Ah… Yes. “Sister.”
Soyoung, who was a little surprised to see Bomi, who was sharp like an angry wildcat, suddenly becoming docile, gave a short answer and moved her hand holding her pen.
‘Is this the effect of the punishment given by the master? Earlier, when she got angry at Jihye, she looked like she was going to grab her by the collar… Hmm… But why is Bomi so angry?’
Soyoung played with her pen while thinking about why Bomi quickly became quiet and why she got angry, and wrote ‘W’ and ‘H’ on the left side of Jiyoung’s mouth and ‘R’ and ‘E’ on the right side of her mouth. She moved her body to scribble.
Bomi, who was looking at Soyoung with an annoyed look as she came down after finishing her doodle, looked at Jiyoung’s face to check the doodle that Soyoung had written on her.
‘What is that… WH… RE? What word? Did the bitch called teacher stop learning…’
Bomi, who was annoyed by her incomprehensible alphabet arrangement, realized the meaning the moment Jiyoung’s small, red lips formed a circle.
‘No, you crazy bitch!!!’
Bomi, who knew the meaning of ‘WHORE’ made from that combination, looked at Soyoung with eyes that threatened to tear her apart and kill her.
Bomi wanted to kill So-young right now for scribbling the meaning of prostitute and prostitute on the face of the person she loved more than anyone else in the world, but once cooled down, her relatively rational thinking would mean that what she wanted would not come true and only Ji-young and herself would be alone. They were shouting that they would suffer.
‘If I had known this would happen, I should have scribbled dirtier and more vulgarly!’
She had not scribbled harshly in the hope that if Bomi softened, she would do the same for them. As she was lamenting and regretting what had happened a little while ago, a black mark appeared on Jiyoung’s smooth, flawless lower abdomen.
“Sister. “Master’s cock… Does it fit this far?”
Soyoung asked while touching the area around Jiyoung’s navel. Jiyoung felt her pen starting to move right above her pussy and drawing something up to her navel. She felt her master’s cock that always filled her pussy. I answered while thinking of
“Yeah… About that… It goes a little deeper though.”
“All right. “Sister.”
After hearing Jiyoung’s answer, Soyoung nodded her head and spoke. She wrote the ‘price tag’ slightly above the top of the figure she drew, and she wrote it below. She wrote ‘Free, Master!’ Along with her heart on the tip of the ruler and on Jiyoung’s cute belly button.
“Once this is done… Then 15 cm… Is this around here? Hey, what else is important? Meaning is important.”
Soyoung, who had been muttering as she traced her black masturbation after writing on Jiyoung’s lower abdomen, which didn’t look pretty no matter how much she wrote, put a mark about half a span away from her vagina and said, ‘No one under 15 cm.’
And then she added sentences, marking them one by one.
‘-18 cm 2000/week’, ‘-20 cm 1500/week’, ‘-22 cm 1000/week’, ‘-24 cm 800/week’, ‘-26 cm 500/week’, ‘-28 cm 300/week’
Soyoung filled Jiyoung’s lower abdomen with graffiti that seemed to indicate that the bigger her dick gets, the cheaper she gets. Above her scale of 28 cm, she wrote ’28+ is negotiated!’ And below the 15 cm scale at the bottom, she wrote, ‘Condoms are required except for the master!’
“Phew… Then what other graffiti would be good…”
After finishing her second doodle, Soyoung straightened her back, which had been bent while scribbling, and Jiyoung’s lower abdomen, which had become a price tag, caught her Bomi’s eyes.
And Bomi couldn’t hold back her anger any longer.
“Hey! You crazy bitch! “What are you doing?”
And Jiyoung, unaware of the scribbles on her own face or her own stomach, raised her body and cried out to comfort her suddenly harsh words.
“Bomi!”
However, Bomi, whose anger had already reached its peak, did not stop despite Jiyoung’s cries.
“Master! Look what she did to your boat! That cheap bitch!!!”
“It’s just graffiti. It’s just a graffiti, why are you doing that? Whatever Soyoung’s graffiti was…?!?!”
Soyoung, who saw her lower abdomen while comforting Bomi, who was running wild, couldn’t continue her words.
‘This, this…’
The ‘price tag’ is clearly visible, and the numbers stretched out below it.
Jiyoung’s face darkened as she saw the graffiti listing prices based on dick length and remembered her indelible past – a life as a sponsor where prices were based on the number of encounters.
However, Jiyoung quickly came to her senses and quickly adjusted her expression and spoke with as bright a face as possible.
“Aren’t you paying too much for me? “I don’t think anyone will find it at this price, right?”
