Chapter 9 – #9. New Character
Even after leaving the motel, my heart was beating like it was about to explode.
I was about to become a criminal.
No matter how much I say that I am a night story writer, I am not.
It wasn’t real.
If a mother and father living in a rural area met their son who became a narrator on the 9 o’clock news, there would be no disaster like that.
Naeun said she wouldn’t report it, so I had to believe it.
If she gets mad and reports it…
Returning to my room, I banged my head in front of the front door.
You crazy kid
Apparently, yesterday too, he said, “Let’s not be like Lee Jin-sung,” And went out.
I am Lee Jin-sung in hopes of gaining courage on such a topic.
What are we going to do if we drop this shit?
Throwing myself on the bed, I lay down and started biting the tail of my imagination.
Things I’ll lose if I go to jail…
I’m still 26 years old. The age when the introduction of Mosol Adara hurts a lot.
Perhaps, after living in a prison cell, real, pure love will become a broken age.
Just a sex offender. Horrible. It’s terrible.
[I imprisoned her.]
This novel, to which I poured all my love, also year-round. Or maybe I just have to finish it like a dog.
Ha…
I could already feel my heart being choked.
It was clear that I would feel like shouting [There is a person here!] Just like the game addict from the documentary.
It seemed as if the clamor of readers resonated in real time in my ears.
Uh huh…
It can’t be like this!
It can’t be like this!
I was on the verge of losing everything in an instant.
Hitting my forehead at my pathetic behavior, I thought about Na-eun again.
Hannah… My illustrator…
Perhaps the time I was in the motel room actually lasted less than 10 minutes, but honestly, it was the most exciting moment in my life.
When I remembered her face, my lower legs began to rise like crazy again.
I… With this… Hannah…
The feel of her mouth came to mind.
Her warm breath.
The touch of her uvula, felt at the tip of her glans.
Her tongue is so soft.
And… Her genital area, which was wet as if it was a physiological reaction.
It couldn’t have been, but her plot was neatly organized as if she had predicted this situation.
I couldn’t stand the natural movement of my hand to my cock.
In the end, I took one step off using the memory from a while ago as a side dish, but even so, I couldn’t calm my excitement.
Naeun-ah… Naeun-ah…!
However, Naeun and I would no longer face each other.
The fact that she calls me again means that my life has boarded the train to Narak.
Still, I couldn’t hide my regret.
Her slim waist shimmered before her eyes.
As I was thinking about how I could soothe my heart a little, I came up with an amazing method.
If I couldn’t face it in reality, it would be fine if I created it.
It is an obvious fact that Hannah hates my novels and doesn’t read them anyway.
Kinning the word, I slowly began to write down her next episode of [Her Imprisoned Her].
The name of my next chapter is…
It was Hannah (1).
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After all, I was lying in a motel and got out of there by myself, and I had no choice but to fall into a sense of desolation.
Returning home by subway, I let out a deep sigh.
“Ha…”
In fact, I promised myself that I would be eaten by him, but I couldn’t come up with a sharp number.
If I ordered him to fuck me with today’s work as an excuse, I didn’t know that it would be possible.
Rather, my brother might like it.
But that was far from what I was hoping for.
My goal was not to ‘eat’ him, but my brother had to ‘eat’ me with his brother’s perfect will.
But how can I make Minho’s older brother, who says he won’t even pretend to know, unbutton his pants?
…That’s a no-brainer.
Is there no strategy to take down his already firmly locked underwear?
Should I give up…
But to give up…
My brother’s dark red cock came to mind.
His pillar looked like an active volcano that was on the verge of exploding at any moment.
It was his object reminiscent of the cock of Lee Jin-seong, the main character of [I imprisoned her].
He was different from other men who pretended to be innocent in order to earn money while being gloomy on the inside.
[Open your mouth. Fuck you.]
…I can’t give up.
How do you give up on this
Waiting to meet such a man naturally was no different from declaring that I would be reincarnated.
Taking out the dildo from the closet, I inserted it deep into my mouth again to comfort the regret of not being able to do it again.
But it was a handshake.
Rather, it only amplified my desire dissatisfaction.
No.
It didn’t feel like this.
It’s much more lively and like being alive…!
It wasn’t such a cold solid substance!
Unable to overcome my anger, I threw the dildo on the bed.
Ha ha… Really.
This is what Minho oppa did wrong.
To make Dildo-kun, who was living a sincere life faithfully fulfilling his role, instantly feel like a junk that can’t fulfill his role.
Sitting down in front of the computer desk, I scrolled down.
It’s a happening, it’s a happening I have to work first.
Today, I checked to see if there were any new outsourcing.
Toran Doran asked me about the progress of the illustration work, and I replied to this one by one…
There was also an e-mail from the mid-winter writer.
Maybe it’s feedback on Nam Ga-yeon’s illustration?
The content of the email was exactly what I expected.
[You are also a writer! It’s a lame admittance! There doesn’t seem to be any major changes! You really worked hard this time too! Please do well with the next character!]
To be honest, it wasn’t the first time I’ve heard this kind of reply from the author of Midwinter, but it was an email that warmed my heart whenever I received it.
And even though I was late, the next character is with me!
To be honest, a star writer like Midwyeol writer was someone who could collaborate with illustrations with other name values, even if it wasn’t for me.
Judging by the number of views of the novel, even if I sang it fairly expensive, it would have been just a pittance to him.
And looking at other writers’ blogs or collections of works, there were some people who I thought were equal to or better than me.
Just thank you It was overwhelming thanks.
Then again today, shall we pray to the midwinter writer who gave us daily bread and enjoy a dinner?
The title of today’s episode is Nam Ga-yeon (完)
Ga-yeon’s episode is now over.
Ah… If I had worked a little bit faster, the illustration would have come out first before the episode ended…
Personally, when reading a novel, I thought that the best time to reveal the illustration would be to have the illustration come out right when the heroine appears.
Or at least the middle of the episode seemed good.
In particular, in the case of teaching materials such as [I imprisoned her], I thought that the illustration functions sufficiently to make people curious about the future story because what people want is the appearance after the training is completed.
If you read the introduction of Kang Soo-yeon, the first heroine, there is no other woman who is as elite and smitten as her, but in the illustration I drew, she was no different from a horny prostitute.
So, I wondered if it would be a great fun for readers to watch with excitement how the woman in her introductory story described by her author changes into the woman in my illustration of her.
I regretted this work, but I couldn’t help it either.
Even for her mom and dad, she had to graduate.
Even if I had to receive pathetic eyes with my whole body, I couldn’t avoid the design, final deadline, and critique.
Otherwise, those bastards won’t be able to move on to the next grade.
Instead, next time, I really have to do the Midwinter artist’s painting first.
If I usually take 3 to 4 weeks for each work, I promised myself that I would do it within 20 days next time.
As expected, the writer did not disappoint us.
Nam Ga-yeon, who played the role of Lee Jin-seong’s cheeky friend’s younger sister, is no longer the woman she used to be.
She was aware of proper manners as a woman, and learned what etiquette was for her true nature.
Watching each and every one of Nam Ga-yeon’s actions, I was happy to read it for no reason.
Ha… It was a long build-up.
Not only me, but all other readers must have had one heart.
However, all of that long build-up was just for this one scene.
And the excitement from this one scene was like biting into a large slice of ripe fruit.
Sweet… Sweet…
In the scene where I suck Lee Jin-seong’s semen like holy water without missing a single drop, I brought back the dildo I threw away.
I can’t stand it because I’m like a dog…
The desire to pierce my cunt with this dildo right away and the reason that had been protecting it so far began to engage in a tense battle of nerves.
Be patient! Naeun! You’ve held up well so far! Huh?
What’s more, you’ve met your destiny!
Brother Minho!
Minho, I have to give my brother a virgin! Huh?
Is there any guarantee that he’ll fuck you?
Do you have a warranty? On the topic that I can’t even call out to see you right away.
Just have fun… Give up and get comfortable…
In the future, as long as you’re happy with yourself while enjoying yourself as much as you want, you’ll be fine.
“Ooh…”
In the end, I held the dildo tightly in my hand and stared at it, then sealed it in the closet again.
“Okay! Now that it’s like this, I’ll only eat the real thing!”
Having barely overcome my lust, I clenched my fists.
Just about Minho’s older brother
