Chapter 223 – Seducing the Ex’s Wife (3)
“♬♪♬♪♬♪~~”
Did Ttorai get it wrong?
Suddenly, in the back seat of her car, a prison guard in her plain clothes was singing to her.
What’s so exciting about it is that you’re going to dance soon.
She thought it was like spying on Jung-ah’s thighs while driving, but she decided to put up with it for now.
Please…
Should be fine…
“Guards, listen carefully. Just because you’re going now doesn’t mean you can eat Missy right away.”
“Eh? What!? It’s different from what you promised me.”
The prison guards were furious.
“Calm down first… And if you eat it too easily, it’s not fun, it’s fun.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“If you touch it lightly, Missy will come over. It depends on how the guards do it.”
“So you’re saying that we didn’t have a prior consultation…?”
The prison guard’s face frowned as she hummed.
Ugh… That looks dirty.
His thick fists seemed to fly straight into my face.
“Guardian… Please trust me by looking at me…”
Then my girl stopped her car and looked behind her.
It seemed that light was emanating from Junga’s unique large eyes.
“Whoa…”
The prison guard’s breathing stopped.
Pup…
Her heart explodes at the sight of his eyes looking at her.
As if he had fallen for her, her impression, which had been crumpled up until now, was straightening as if it had been ironed with her iron.
“Huh…Then what should I do?”
“I’ve already booked the position. You can go and act naturally. It’s like knowing Jung-ah in advance.”
“Like the two of us know each other…?”
“Yes. It’s like we met by chance.”
“Hmm…”
He seemed to be thinking for a while.
“If it doesn’t work, what if it fails?”
“Hmm…”
“If I fail, I have my next target. But I don’t think I’ll ever fail.”
I said confidently.
Of course, nothing was guaranteed, but I had no choice but to convince him.
“Well… Let’s go first.”
I briefed the prison guards on the plan.
In response, her beloved pressed harder on her accelerator.
***
“What did you ask to see?”
A downtown street lined with bars.
I saw a familiar silhouette in the bar in the corner.
As if she had ordered a drink beforehand, the woman had already emptied half of the 500cc beer.
“Miss Mikyung.”
She had a completely different vibe from her former schoolteacher.
Wearing a baggy white T-shirt with shorts like her dolphin pants, her curvaceous body was exposed.
She has a very different feel than the one who always wore modestly baggy clothes.
Her thick, well-made lips glistened in the bar lights. And inside the deeply dug clothes, her white milk mound overflows.
As the prison guards want… One sucker is awesome.
“What happened all of a sudden? The two of you asked to see each other?”
Mi-kyung looked at Jung-ah and me and asked with interest.
“I want to apologize to Mi-kyung.”
Jung-a spit out the contents of her kiss with me.
“Suddenly? Now?”
Mikyung widened her eyes as if wondering. The expression on her face as she looked at us changed subtly.
“It wasn’t sudden. I was thinking about it. I really wanted to apologize to Mi-kyung.”
“Really… I broke down everyone else’s family. Now, I’m sorry. Especially, I don’t want to receive an apology from Dongho and that kid.”
Mikyung glared at me and said.
Because I informed his husband about Mi-kyung’s affair, her family was shattered.
In my mind, it would be fine even if you killed me.
Of course, I started a family again with Mr. Seongdae, but it was the same as being kicked out with my bare body.
“I’m sorry, ma’am… I was too young back then…”
I bowed my head.
As pitiful as possible, I try to stimulate motherly love again to relieve her anger.
“What the…”
Mi-kyung let out a sigh and poured the rest of her beer into her mouth in one gulp.
Gulp… Gulp…
A small amount of beer dripped from her mouth and trickled down into her baggy T-shirt.
It flowed strangely down her breastbone, which was not full enough.
Is that the owner of the valley… That I’ve only heard of?
She gulped and emptied her beer in one gulp, wiping the beer from between her breasts with a tissue.
When she was a discreet and modest schoolteacher… She was a completely different look from her.
“Did you really call me to apologize?”
“Yes. That’s right. Please accept Dong-ho’s apology as well… Yes…?”
Jung-ah faced her with the truest eyes she could.
Did she say that her husband and wife resemble each other?
The girl I love was becoming a master of expression acting as much as I was.
“Please…”
“Phew… It’s okay. Now that I’m here, what should I do? It’s all in the past…”
Are pretty things accepted everywhere?
Junga’s sincere apology seemed to soften her expression a little.
Mi-kyung seemed to be a little relieved, and her slightly red face even slightly smiled at the corner of her mouth.
“How about living with him…?”
Junga did not miss this moment.
“Yes?”
“He… I mean. How about living with your vocal daddy?”
A slightly trembling voice.
It’s a pretty sensitive issue after all.
Mi-kyung flinched at the word ‘guy’.
An adulteress and an ex-wife. It’s a combination that only appears in dramas.
“Um… What…”
Mikyung hesitated.
“Everyone’s life is the same… You know it because you’ve lived it once, right?”
“I do, but… I’m a little worried.”
“What?”
Mi-kyung leaned in front of her as if curious.
In an instant, more than half of her white breasts were exposed under her slit T-shirt.
“Because he really likes to drink… She often comes home late… Mi-kyung, her ex-husband seems pretty innocent.”
“Hmm…”
Mikyung seemed to be at a loss for words.
Certainly, Mi-kyung’s ex-husband was more of a herbivore than Seong-dae.
Oops. It would be like fuck.
I could tell just by looking at her Mi-kyung’s expression.
Do people change easily?
The Law of Preservation. That the personality like that dog chaban doesn’t go anywhere. It was as if we knew and asked.
“Are you having a hard time?”
Jung-a persistently dug into her grievances.
“It seems a little… Late… It seems like there’s a lot of work lately…”
“Ah, there are set hours for business people. When I lived with me, I kept going to bars with women.”
“Yes…!?”
Mikyung’s expression hardened.
I couldn’t tell if Jung-ah’s words were true or false, but she seemed to have hit Mi-kyung anyway.
“Jung… Really?”
“Yes… How much trouble did you have to separate from that madam…”
“Oh…”
Mikyung’s thick lips parted.
I felt as if I could feel the warmth from her face, which had been reddened by her cup of alcohol.
Okay. Done.
Our role ends here!
I tapped Jeonga on her thigh and sent her autograph.
“Ah…Don’t worry about anything. It’s enough if you don’t have sex.”
“Yes…?”
“I think we should wake up first. We have another schedule.”
“Ah… No. I’ll call you and go like this!?”
Mikyung looked embarrassed and took her half-up posture.
In an instant, her voluptuous breasts vibrate up and down.
That’s so… Pathetic.
“Please… Tell me more. Who… Who was that madam?”
Naive year.
It’s different from the time when Mi-kyung, who was like a fox, hit the back of the head every time.
Because this time, I’m going to smash her into her catfish.
It was then.
“Huh!? Jung-ah?”
The next hitter came in prepared.
“Oh, Mr. Geonsu!? What are you doing here?”
“Ah… I looked at Jung-ah from a distance, but they all meet here haha.”
Gunsu had a nice smile on his face and scratched the back of her head.
For a moment, prison guard Geon-soo’s gaze scans Mi-gyeong, who is sitting across from her.
Gulp…
A sweet saliva passed behind his purpose.
Geon-soo’s gaze is fixed on Mi-kyung’s large sucking cheeks and deeply sunken breasts.
Boy.
Don’t you like it!?
I could tell just by looking at his expression.
Perhaps a tingling current and stimulation flowed through his pants.
“Haha… I see. I was about to leave, too. Can I sit down for a minute?”
Geon-soo took a seat next to Mi-kyung with his characteristic cheeky smile.
“Oh…”
Embarrassed, Mikyung tucked her voluptuous ass inside her.
“Hello. Nice to meet you. This is Jeong-ah’s friend Gunsu.”
“Ah… Yes… Hello. My name is… Mi-kyung.”
Mi-kyung also glanced at the number of cases out of the corner of her eye.
Geon-soo’s wide shoulders and body that boasts a reliable appearance befitting a prison guard will be enough to give her a good impression.
Whoops.
I knew it would be like this.
Mi-kyung’s expression was exactly what I had imagined.
She wiped her saliva over her plump lips.
When Geon-soo’s skin hit her elbow, it was Mi-kyung who wriggled her body as if she were electrified.
Bitch bitch…
“Oh, what should I do… I have to go…”
Jung-a performed her acting as if she was sorry.
“Are you leaving already? Too bad… I wanted to have another drink…”
“Yes… I will. Then… How about a drink for the two of you?”
“Yes…?”
Mikyung’s eyes widened in embarrassment.
“How is it? It’s fate that we got to know each other like this. It would be nice if we could get closer.”
“No, but…”
“It’s such an honor to have a drink with such a beauty! How did you say Mi-kyung? How about a drink?”
“Ah… A drink…?”
Perhaps because of the alcohol, Mi-kyung’s cheeks became even redder. It seemed that he couldn’t hold back the smile that bloomed at the word ‘beauty’.
“Yes. How about it. One drink!? I’ll buy it.”
“That… Then… Is that so?”
The set pieces of Junga and Geonsu were perfect.
Geon-soo scores a header on the center ring, which is almost fed.
“Then we’ll go.”
“Yes, go ahead.”
Unbeknownst to Mi-kyung, Geon-soo winked at us.
Boy. It’s cute.
Geon-soo’s gaze on Mi-kyung’s bare thighs is blatant.
Mi-kyung was acting embarrassingly as if she didn’t hate him.
A pretentious year.
Maybe the pussy itches.
“Mikyung’s eyes are so pretty.”
Geonsu’s work comments are heard behind his back.
Good…
The knife dance makes you dance like this.
Crisis as an opportunity.
Instead of a real sword, I plan to use Gunsu’s thick cock as a knife.
