Chapter 120 – 120. Kim Ji-Young & Kwak Bo-Mi (11) Tattoo Shop
-With my daughter~
Hyeyeon, who was sitting in her chair and fiddling with her smartphone, lifted her head when she heard the bell hanging on her door.
“I’m here? I thought it would be later, but it came soon.”
“If you’re late, you’re not going to be upset again.”
After a short grumble, Seongjae pointed at Bomi, who was nervous while looking at the tattoo photos hanging around the shop.
“It’s him. Carve the QR code you sent me earlier on her left hip.”
“Hmm… How many women do you have? That sister is the one who came once during the summer.”
“Not a woman, but a slave.”
Seongjae, who corrected Hyeyeon’s words, counted the number of slaves.
“So… So-young and toilet bowl, then Ji-young and Mina…”
“It’s okay. Because she doesn’t have to list them.”
Hye-yeon cut off Seong-jae’s words and approached her Bomi.
“Her sister’s owner is so mean. Right? Even her sister is a woman before she is a slave.”
Hearing Hyeyeon’s words as if she were to listen to her, Seongjae smiled and pointed at her Jiyoung.
“He is the owner.”
“Ah?”
Seeing Jiyoung standing where Seongjae’s finger was pointing at, Hyeyeon raised a strange voice and asked with an absurd expression.
“You said that sister was your slave?”
“Isn’t there a law against slaves not having slaves?”
“No, that’s right… Then sister. Let’s go in. I’ll make you pretty.”
She said something strange, but it wasn’t particularly wrong, and Hyeyeon, who was difficult to discuss deeply, said shyly and took her Bomi into her treatment room.
‘Sister…’
As Ji-young looked at her procedure room with Bomi, who got her tattoo because of him, with her sad eyes, her Seong-jae’s mouth opened.
“Come on.”
“Yes… Master…”
Responding to her short command in a small voice, Ji-young glanced around the treatment room and approached the sofa where Seong-jae was sitting.
‘I can clearly see what you are thinking. Let’s see how far that thought goes.’
Seongjae, who read Jiyoung’s thoughts in her expression, fluttered the hem of her open coat and walked over her breasts covered in lewd underwear with semen congealed between them and walked over to the slave standing in front of him. Ordered.
“Suck.”
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“Sister. It’s over.”
Bomi, who had been lying on her treatment table and enduring the pain rising from her hip, moved her trembling body and landed on her floor.
“Ruler. Take a look. Does it look good when you look at it like this?”
Bomi, who turned her head slightly and looked at the mirror Hyeyeon was holding, saw the QR code engraved in the middle of one of her hips and bit her lip.
‘On my ass…’
“Look and listen, sister. You said you were doing a tattoo for the first time, so let me tell you a few things.”
Hyeyeon, who gave her warning to Bomi, who was in despair at seeing a large tattoo that looked like the size of her palm, removed the mirror she was holding and said,
“Then go first. I’m going to clean up here a bit. Ah! Check with Seongjae to see if it scans!”
Bomi left behind Hyeyeon’s cry, grabbed her coat and panties, and walked out of the treatment room wearing only her bra. What caught her eyes was her kneeling on the floor, her head buried between her crotch of Sungjae. It was the back of Ji-young, who was frantically moving her hair.
‘Give me a break! You bastard!’
Bomi, who cursed at Seongjae, who was insulting Jiyoung, who had been humiliated without rest from before she arrived at the officetel until she arrived here, went quickly to the place where obscene water was flowing. .
“I finished the tattoo.”
“Uh. It’s over? What about Hyeyeon?”
“I came out after tidying up…I’m wearing…”
Bomi, fearing that Seongjae might accuse Hyeyeon, who is clearly younger than herself, lowers her voice, but Bomi corrects herself, fearing that Seongjae might accuse someone she has a close relationship with. I looked at Jiyoung, who was washing his clothes, with a pitiful gaze.
Seongjae, seeing Bomi reporting to herself but not being able to take her eyes off Jiyoung, smiled wickedly and forgot her worries about Bomi, ordering Jiyoung to suck her cock madly. .
“Neck.”
It was just one letter of her command, but Jiyoung, who knew what it meant, swallowed her cock, which was serving as her mouth cunt, down her throat.
– Jjigeouk!
“Oohhh gok?!?!”
Seongjae’s voice stuck in Bomi’s astonished ears when she saw Jiyoung moving her head to swallow more even as she shed tears at the pain of her glans coming in through her cramped throat.
“I need to see if the scan works, so stick her ass out here.”
‘Papa, we have to finish it quickly! That way, Jiyoung too!’
Ji-young, who trembles with her body with her neck deformedly convex, thinks that she must quickly finish her Seong-jae’s instructions in order to be freed from that gross object, Bomi, without hesitation, heads towards her Seong-jae. ‘S QR code engraved on her buttocks.
“S, please scan it.”
“Hmm… The tattoo is bigger than I thought?”
Seongjae muttered while enjoying the tightness of her throat and picked up her smart phone to scan the black pattern engraved on her clean ass.
“Um… That’s fine. If the scan didn’t work I had to redo it on her opposite hip. She said that it was her first time doing it and she didn’t know if it would work, and it’s neat. It’s okay. Get her ass off.”
‘Crazy!’
Bomi, who cursed at the fact that she almost got tattoos on both her hips, thanked Hyeyeon for getting her tattoos done without error so that her scan would go well, and straightened her waist, which was bending her buttocks out.
“Then comfort your owner’s pussy who is drooling until I get cold.”
Bomi, who knew that her Sungjae would stop her insults and get up from her seat after checking her, was taken aback.
“To?!”
Hearing Bomi’s bewildered cry, Seongjae smiled wickedly once again and she said,
“What are you doing. The owner’s pussy is crying lonely. I need to appease you.”
Seeing the vicious smile on her Sungjae’s face, Bomi realized that no matter what she did, she would never just end it.
‘You bastard!’
Biting her lip and cursing inside her, Bomi knelt on the floor behind her Jiyoung.
‘Haa… So many…’
“Sir, excuse me. Master…”
Looking at the floor full of sticky juice dripping down from her wet panties, Bomi let out a pitiful sigh and whispered a small whisper to Jiyoung, then carefully reached out to wipe away the dysfunctional piece of cloth and put her finger into the moist hole that was constantly flickering. Put in
– Prick!
“Ooh!!!”
As Bomi’s thin and pretty fingers dug into her pussy greedily, a suppressed moan escaped from Jiyoung, who was holding Seongjae’s huge seat with her cunt on her neck.
“Oh clothes! Does it feel good to be touched by a slave? Did your pussy tighten better?”
Seongjae moaned at the powerful tightening of her throat, which had contracted from the pleasure rising from her cunt. I screamed in anger.
‘You crazy bastard! What do you think of people’s necks!’
But unlike Bo-mi’s anger, Ji-young felt happy when she heard Sung-jae’s short moans, calling her own neck a ‘pussy’ and praising her.
‘Ah! My neck pussy is giving pleasure to the owner! The master praised my neck!’
Ji-young trembles with joy at the fact that she is being used for Seong-jae’s pleasure and given him pleasure, and at the fact that he was praised in return. In her mind, she couldn’t find any regret for Bomi, who even got a tattoo because of her.
Hyeyeon came out of the treatment room while the slave was piercing the master’s pussy and the slave was receiving the master’s cock as a throat.
“Hey! Don’t do it here!”
As soon as Seongjae came out of the operating room, he saw Hyeyeon screaming at the lewd sight and said with a smile.
“You clean it up and go. Ah. I was worried and got the tattoo done well.”
“Who am I? That’s it… No! Even if you clean it, the smell remains! It’s embarrassing!”
Seongjae laughed at Hyeyeon, who shook her head and screamed again after he was lost in his praise.
“Smile? Are you laughing Are you laughing now?!”
“I’ll give you the cleaning fee.”
“… Uh, how much?”
Haha!”
Seongjae, who laughed out loud at Hyeyeon’s coy and expectant voice, grabbed Jiyoung’s head and released her long-suffering sense of ejaculation.
-Beauty! Beaut! Beautiful!び!!!
“Ouch!!! Ohhh!!!”
‘Lord, the semen of the master!!! It’s flowing up, up!’
Jiyoung shuddered at her climax as she felt the semen flowing upward after hitting her throat, and Bomi felt the tightening of her pussy as she mercilessly chewed her fingers while watching her trembling, firm buttocks. I was tormented by the fact that I felt
“Haa… I’ll put one more on.”
“Good! Clean it up instead!”
Hearing her cleaning fee, Hye-yeon spoke in her bright voice to Sung-jae, who was enjoying the afterglow of her ejaculation with her cock stuck in her cramping throat, humming her hum as she prepared to close the shop.
“Did you hear? Lick the shit you spilled clean.”
