Chapter 103 – Apocrypha 3- Reading BOZY 2
As I read through the magazine, I came across a special article in the magazine before I knew it.
The article that allocated quite a lot of space was an interview with a certain person. Soyuran, the editor-in-chief of ‘BOZY’. A self-interview of sorts?
However, Soyuran was not interviewed as the editor-in-chief of ‘BOZY’, but as the mother of the only Onago recommender in the country.
Its specialness goes without saying.
After all, this person is the second woman in the world to become a dedicated toilet.
Recalling that the first toilet is Yuran’s daughter, and she is still a student at Ona High School, it can be said that she is the first private toilet among members of society.
I heard that Songha Publishing House played a very decisive role in coming to its present position, or whatever.
She was also the object of wisdom’s admiration in the past.
A special interview with such a person. I can’t help but be intrigued.
‘Q1: Thank you for agreeing to the interview. How do you feel?’
‘A1: Well, something feels very special. She has been interviewed by other companies, but it is the first time she has been interviewed for her own magazine, and as the mother of my son. I wonder if interviewing me is that meaningful.’
Even though it is her own company magazine, or is it more so because it is the magazine she is in charge of? Yu-ran shows a humble attitude.
He probably did it with good intentions, but to someone like Yeji, such an attitude somehow seemed very hypocritical.
It’s just a sense of loss.
‘Q2: You are humble. I know that So-Yan-Ran is the first toilet in our country exclusively for members of society. Do you have any special feelings about it?’
‘A2: There aren’t many special feelings. The fact that I am an ona hole is now taken for granted to me, and to a dedicated toilet like me, the order of first or second is not important. All that matters is how well we can serve our son’s cock.’
When Yeji was doing this interview, she imagined what kind of face Yuran would have.
I don’t know, but her face must have been overflowing with confidence even though she was saying such humble words with her mouth.
Unlike the onaholes, the toilet’s duty is not to simply spread the crotch to other men, but to serve only one man with absolute obedience. And the target of the service is always Onago recommenders, with some exceptions.
Considering that Onago’s recommender’s status is ignorant, it is certain that his toilet is a great pride. Not to mention the family.
‘Q3: Thank you for your kind words. Then, this is a story that many people are curious about, but can you tell us the circumstances that led to your son’s exclusive toilet?’
‘A3: Hmm. That would be a bit embarrassing. Now I am living thinking only of my son, giving my all to him, but that wasn’t the case at all until just a year ago. Rather, I was extremely indifferent to my son, so I didn’t even know what he was doing on a regular basis. It’s disqualifying as a parent. But one day, after working overtime, I went home and looked at it… Oh my God, isn’t the son fucking and eating the daughter, so her sister?’
‘I must have been really surprised.’
‘Nothing to say. It wasn’t like it is now when ona halls and toilets were common. But, well, it wasn’t that I was angry. It was a little strangely calm. I just quietly approached my son and asked what he was doing. Then my son said he was using his sister’s pussy toilet.’
‘I can’t help it if it’s my little sister’s pussy toilet.’
‘It really is. Actually, I didn’t know exactly what a pussy toilet was at that time. For me, my son taught me step by step what a toilet is and what an ona hole is.’
‘He’s a filial son.’
‘It really is. When did you grow up so much? It made me realize all over again that I was getting older. I’m trying to learn a new element, so my head is stiff…’
‘Are you getting older? You still have the body of a 20-year-old.’
‘Huh, thank you. Maintaining a body like this is natural as a toilet for my son. Anyway, back to the story, and then my son told me this. My mom will also be my toilet in the future, so please take good care of me.’
‘Oh, that’s a sudden statement again. So what happened?’
‘Obviously, I had no veto. If your son says he will, it’s natural for him to do it. My son pulled out the cock that was eating his daughter and held it out to me. I unknowingly held my breath. It was literally, literally, the most grotesque, long, thick cock in the world. I never thought my son would grow up like this. My son immediately laid me down and inserted his cock into my cunt, and I became his toilet seat.’
It was fate.
Until then, without any signs, she is a mother who becomes a dedicated toilet for her son with just one word from her son.
It was a very natural thing, but at the same time it was a very special thing.
Who could have imagined that among his own children, Onago’s recommender, the master of Ona Hall and exclusive toilets would come out?
“For example, if Hyeseong was a comedian and a recommender…”
Yeji thought about it for a moment. What if it was? Did Hyeseong make herself into her own toilet? Or did she just use it oh alone?
When I imagined it, it was just a strange feeling, like an ant crawling on my chest.
“Ugh, gross. I really hate it.”
But even so, she would have done so if Hye-sung had said she wanted it.
A female who is raised while shaking her pussy while being crushed by a man.
Yeji unknowingly swallowed her dry saliva, and at the same time, a feeling of resentment toward the woman named Soyuran came to the fore.
Some are lucky enough to serve as Onago’s personal toilet, while others remain cobwebs in her virgin cunt.
Where else in the world is this injustice?
In the interview, Yu-ran and his son were explored more intensively.
She hears about the type of girl her son likes, her penchant for fondling cocks, and about Yu-ran’s relationship with other toilet bitches.
But she somehow got the idea that she was a story that had nothing to do with herself. Her interest began to cool off.
In other words, when you watch a romance movie, when you realize that the story is just flirting with the top 0.1%, it’s a similar principle to losing your mind.
This ‘BOZY’ also realizes afresh that it is the onaholes that are the target group after all.
It’s not that I won’t read it either.
‘QN: Thank you for the interview so far. Finally, if you have anything to say to those reading this interview, please.’
I’ll end the interview with another word of mouth. I was on my way to read the interview with such a perverted mind, but what Yuran said was somewhat surprising.
‘Perhaps those reading this interview have private toilets and ona holes, but most of them are probably ordinary women who do not. We know that even if we pretend not to, the truth is that there are many people who are interested in these kinds of stories.’
Are you talking about me?
Yeji flinched for a moment and looked back. It felt like someone was watching me. It can’t be.
Yeji felt uneasy for no reason, but even so, she was somehow driven by her unknown curiosity and focused on her article again.
‘There are many women who curse ona-holes and toilets. Of course, we don’t care about that. Fundamentally, we don’t care about the reputation around us. All that matters is that men have fun playing with it. But on the other hand, I’m also a little worried. I’m afraid that women will be buried in the hostility towards the onaholes and lose their true happiness. In fact, even though women can be happy on their own, even if it is not an ona hall. Compared to ona-holes, their pussy skills lag behind, or they lag behind in convenience compared to ona-holes that can be easily eaten. Didn’t you become so resigned and shut yourself in your own space?’
Yeji’s heart ached as if stabbed. She is no one else, she is wisdom, because she herself knew that the words were true.
‘Ordinary women can, of course, stand up against Ona Hold. Because they have a special weapon that they can have because they are ordinary women.’
‘What is that?’
The page is over. Who edited it, it must have been someone who had something to tantalize people.
Yeji flipped through her pages with such a force that she almost tore the paper.
Then, in the center of the next page, there was a big red letter written.
‘This is taboo.’
