Chapter 198 – 198. Kim Ji-Young & Kwak Bomi & Jeong So-Young (05) Doodle Again
“But really. I really didn’t spawn. Please believe me. Master. I know you don’t trust me easily because my past is dirty. But… But I really only have the Master. Please… Please believe me. Master…”
After revealing everything, Jiyoung looked up at Seongjae with tearful eyes and waited for her sentence.
So she waited for a while for Jiyoung to open her mouth, looking down at her with an expressionless face.
‘Ah… That’s not possible… Master… If I hadn’t sold myself… If I had met you in a different form… Would you have believed me if that was the case? Wouldn’t it have been abandoned like this? I guess so? If I had known it would turn out like this…’
Ji-young, who had been anxiously waiting for what felt like an eon for a second, looked at Sung-jae’s mouth with no intention of moving and was in despair and regretting the past that she could not change.
Seongjae said.
“I will believe you.”
Ji-young, who was shedding tears and blaming herself at the thought of being abandoned and unable to change Seong-jae’s heart in the end, suspected that the single word she heard was an auditory hallucination caused by her desperation to not be abandoned. I made a stupid sound.
“Eh…?”
“Why? No? Don’t believe it?”
Seongjae’s voice was heard again. It wasn’t soft, but the coldness that seemed to freeze her heart disappeared. She heard Seongjae’s voice as usual and realized that what she heard was not an auditory hallucination.
Jiyoung quickly answered.
“Oh, no! No! Master! Thank you! Thank you for believing in me!”
Seongjae, who smiled when he saw Jiyoung repeatedly saying thank you with her face filled with joy wet with tears, pointed to Soyoung with her chin and said.
“Go ahead and keep doodling.”
“Yes. Master. “I will visit Hyeyeon to get the tattoo as soon as I return to Korea.”
“Tattoo? Ah. It’s okay. That was your punishment for selling yourself without my knowledge. But he said he didn’t sell his body. You can’t punish a slave who has done nothing wrong. Or… Did you sell it?”
Seongjae, who was waving his hand, asked in a doubtful voice, and Jiyoung was shocked and denied it.
“Oh, no! Me, never! Never sold! It’s true! “Master!”
“Then that’s enough. Go.”
Jiyoung, who was relieved to see Seongjae smiling and shaking his chin again, answered her command and went to Soyoung with her sitting Bomi.
Soyoung, who was anxiously watching what had happened because of her own question, apologized to Jiyoung, who came up to receive her scribble.
“Sister… I’m sorry… It was just a question I added as a joke…”
Jiyoung held Soyoung’s cheeks in her hands and made eye contact with her as she spoke.
“No… If I were a clean woman, my master wouldn’t have suspected even if you had pulled such a prank on me. “It all happened because I was a dirty woman who sold my body, so don’t worry too much.”
Bomi, who was despondent over having once again lost her beloved master and her chance to be free, jumped up and rebelled when she saw Jiyoung comforting her downcast Soyoung by belittling herself. 〉
“Lord, master?! What do you mean! The master is dirty! “Master is not dirty!”
Jiyoung turned her head when she heard the cry coming from next to her, lightly patted Bomi’s head, who was taller than her, and opened her mouth.
“Thank you for saying that. But… You know… That the world considers a woman who sells her body once to be more dirty than a woman who dates and sleeps with several men… But I was grateful to you for telling me in front of you earlier that I did not sell my body.”
Bomi spoke in her most soothing voice as she felt Jiyoung’s hand gently stroking her hair.
“Because… It’s the truth…”
“Okay. Just as it is true that I did not sell my body after becoming my master’s slave… It is also the unchanging truth that I sold my body before I became my master’s slave… And that is what I will do forever…”
‘I can’t convey my feelings to my master…’
“That’s why she’s a dirty woman…”
Jiyoung muttered in a sorrowful voice and said with a faint smile.
“Then. Let’s doodle. My master will wait for you. Soyoung needs to do 3 more and Bomi needs to do 5, right?”
“All right. “Sister.”
“Yes. “Master.”
After hearing the answers from Soyoung and Bomi, Jiyoung lay down on the floor again, and soon the name pen in Soyoung’s hand touched Jiyoung’s firm chest.
-Undergraduate student daughter
So-young, who has made her breasts into a so-called ‘side dish’ for masturbation, which has always been exposed since she became a slave and was looked at with lust by numerous male students and with contempt and disgust by female students during lectures, has the sign ‘Master’s handle’ on the other breast, which is still clean. ‘ Was written.
“I’ll put the remaining one in the back. Now, do Bomi unnie.”
Soyoung, who had finished her fourth scribble, walked away from Jiyoung and Bomi, who liked Seongjae but was thinking about not doing too much, slowly moved her body.
‘First, go to a place where you can’t see it as much as possible…’
Even though she was wearing the revealing clothes that Jiyoung was allowed to wear, the place she thought was sufficiently covered was between her firm thighs, which were spread to her left and right.
‘This place… Will never be revealed… So I’m sorry. Master…’
The place where Bomi, who prayed for forgiveness in her mind, reached out with her pen was the thick mounds surrounding the left and right sides of her slightly wet and writhing pussy. It was the labia majora.
Every time the pen touched the neatly removed mound, Jiyoung’s body trembled slightly, and her vagina right next to the labia majora where the pen was moving made her flinch, wondering if it would tingle.
After a while, the pen that Bomi was holding stopped moving, and the words ‘cock insertion port’ appeared vertically on the protruding, fleshy labia majora.
‘If it’s here, even if the master can’t wear proper panties, other people won’t be able to see it. With writing like this, even that bastard won’t be able to say anything.’
Bomi, confident that even the most trashy Seongjae would not catch her, brought her pen to the mound opposite her.
Asking if it was her turn now, Bomi crossed over the drooling pussy and dropped the pen that had touched the labia majora. After writing the words ‘For semen excretion’, Bomi stood up from between Jiyoung’s legs and said.
“I’ll do the rest at the back. “Master.”
Jiyoung, who was flinching from the strange stimulation coming from both sides of her vagina, slowly turned her body after hearing Bomi’s words.
As Jiyoung lay down on her stomach with her arms and legs spread wide apart with her cheek on the floor, her Soyoung moved as if she was waiting.
Soyoung held the red pen in her hand just above her plump buttocks and drew a drawing consisting of a flowing curve and two vertices, being careful not to distort it.
Slowly. Soyoung took great care to make sure the picture wasn’t crooked. She was satisfied with the neat result and filled the inside of her lines with red.
“Hmm… Hmm…”
After finishing her coloring, Soyoung took the red pen away from Jiyoung, who let out a shallow moan at the movement of the pen, which was a little different from when drawing lines or writing, and picked up a black pen.
‘Master… It’s done.’
Soyoung, who wrote the word ‘Master’ in pretty letters in the center of the red painting, stood up and spoke.
“I’m done. Sister. “If I had majored in art instead of music, I would have drawn it better…”
“Huh… No. I wonder what you drew… Hmm… Then, Bomi.”
“Yes. Master…”
Bomi, who was waiting for Soyoung to finish scribbling and wondering where she should put her doodles, turned her head to answer Jiyoung’s call.
And then I found Soyoung’s graffiti.
“W-What?!?!?!”
A red heart a little larger than the palm of her hand started just above her hip cleavage and covered her shapely waist. And ‘Master’ written in the center of the heart.
Bomi glared harshly at Soyoung after seeing the picture that seemed to show that she was in love with her master.
“Jiyoung tried to express her sister’s feelings… But she didn’t do a good job, right? Don’t glare at me like that though. Sister. I did my best. If I had the same skills as Hyeyeon, I would have drawn it a little more colorfully…”
Soyoung thought that the reason she was staring was because of the quality of her scribbling. Bomi, who was dumbfounded, laughed and looked again at the red heart on Jiyoung’s buttocks.
Bomi, who felt bad after seeing the graffiti that seemed to symbolize the owner’s feelings for Seongjae, which the owner had confessed only to her, chewed her lip and approached Jiyoung.
‘Why do you have to do graffiti like that… No. I don’t have time to worry about things like that. First, it’s right above the buttocks, which is covered no matter how short the skirt is…’
The border between a small waist and firm buttocks. This is where your waist ends and your butt begins to swell. A place where short skirts are covered even if they are rolled up. The left and right sides of Bomi’s heart. Among them, Bomi took her pen to her left and wrote down the word ‘Slave’ with her trembling hand.
‘Will this… Work? ‘Wouldn’t that bastard be a fucking mess?’
It was a word that an ordinary person would have nothing to say even if they were slapped with it written on their body, but Bomi, who was worried that Sungjae, who was about a million light years away from the ordinary person, would not like it, chewed her lip and thought about it before saying ‘Slave’ that she had just written down. I wrote ‘Sex’ above.
After completing ‘Sex Slave’, Bomi immediately drew on Jiyoung’s right hip with ♀, a pictogram symbolizing women, piercing ♂, a pictogram symbolizing men, and thought about her final doodle.
‘Now the only place that can be completely covered is… The bra band line…’
Bomi decided where to doodle, where the bra band that supports and covers her breasts passes. She took the pen to the lower part of her wing bone.
And she wrote ‘Fuck Me’ there.
Bomi said as she walked away from Jiyoung, writing her last scribble in small letters that could have been hidden by even the smallest band.
“I finished doodling. “Master.”
