FFF Class Femme Hunter 211

Chapter 211 – Chapter 14 – Yoo Hye-Mi (6)

It can’t be, you son of a bitch.
I never wanted to become such a lascivious body and climax while getting stabbed by a hannam-chung.
You’re bad, I’m not doing anything wrong…

Ah, ah ♡ Yes ♡ Yes ♡
I don’t know, it feels so good to see a thick cock scratching my vagina♡
My head keeps getting empty…♡

“Sirre♡ It must be clear that you don’t like getting stuck in Hannamchung’s cock♡ Haeuk♡ Hak♡”
“Think about it. Actually, don’t you think it’s a bit wrong too? Maybe that’s why you made that choice? You, Hyemi, a smart person like you, would have made such a poor choice?”
“Ah♡ Ahn♡ Aang♡”

Is Feminism Wrong?
But feminism gave me the driving force to live?
You were the only one who told me I wasn’t a loser.
I wasn’t wrong, everyone told me that Hannam was bad…!

“Hak ♡ ha uh ♡”
“Aren’t you very happy right now? Did you get angry while doing that weird feminism you’re talking about? Were you this happy?”
“Happiness♡ Haeung♡ Hot♡ Hot♡”

Such a lewd and dirty pleasure would have been meaningless.
Real happiness wouldn’t be like this…
But what was real happiness?
Have I ever been happier than this in my life?

“Hak ♡ ha uh ♡ uh ♡”
“Don’t you feel good about your cock? It’s so nice to scratch here? It’s your favorite spot.”
“Hee-hee ♡”

Actually, I just didn’t know, and maybe I knew that being happy with sex like this is real feminism?
But in order to find a justification for this to happen, wouldn’t that be the reason why he made the choice to get stuck with this Han Nam-chung?
If that’s not the case, you could have stopped it in some other way, right?
Could that be why he chose the option of being raped?

Smack! Smack! Smack!
I feel like I’m flying through the sky every time a much bigger cock than I expected taps the entrance to my womb.
The anger and bad feelings I had were forcibly forgotten, and only the pleasure of the cock filled my white head.

“This is ♡ real ♡ ha ♡”
“Yes, this pursuit of happiness is real feminism!”
“This is the real feminism♡ Haeuk♡ Hak♡”

That’s right, everything went according to plan.
I’ve never been defeated, I’ve just been smart enough to fool myself.
Now that I’ve figured out real feminism, I’m a real Gatchi.
Not like bitches sucking defeated fake feminism who don’t even know the bliss of sex.
Those guys are just bastards who try to mirror Hannamchung, who are losers in life, and act the same way.
Yes, I’m a real gatchi♡

“Then pray for real happiness in feminism and V with both hands”
“Vee♡”

Higiik ♡
The moment I drew a V with both hands, the thick cock made my womb quiver and squirm with pleasure.
As I climaxed, I trembled at the pleasure and rolled my eyes.
Ah, I laughed at how serious a lie is to sexualize it because you heard that your eyes are turned upside down in a disgusting Hannam cartoon.
When people are really in a good mood, their hair turns white and their eyes roll upside down.

I was a real frog in the well.
My subconscious realized all of this and was preparing to escape.

“Hick♡ Hick♡ Cock Joa♡ Joaah♡”
“How are you happy?”
“Yeah ♡ I’m so happy ♡ Haha ♡ Too much Joa ♡ Joa ♡ Every time I go away, I want to fly away.”

Before I knew it, my legs were hugging the body of Namchung Han, who said he felt bad.
Son still believed in real feminism while doing V.
In the past, bitches could have been called sluts, but now I think I know them.
That this is real feminism.

“Hye-miya. I love you.”
“Ah…♡ Ah? Huh?”

And the moment you hear a voice whispering love for the first time.
Something really felt like it was breaking.
Beyond the pleasure, it seems to warm my heart to a strange extent.

You love me, why do you say that?
Are these empty words?
But even in the novel, you weren’t the type to say such things empty words.
So you’re saying you really love me?

“Hauuuuu♡ uuuuu♡
“What, what. Hyemi. Are you okay? Why are you crying all of a sudden. Where does it hurt?”
“It doesn’t hurt… Suck, keep fucking me… I hate stopping.”
“Huh? Huh.”

There is a person in front of me who sincerely cares about me and loves me.
In fact, I knew that my parents and older brother worried about me and loved me.
But that’s because I’m a family after all.

But that person is definitely a character in a novel, and he has nothing to do with me.
At least, it must be that a character similar to me called him master and followed him.
However, unlike that character, I must have been uglier, and even devised a plan to get rid of him.

Still, seeing me like this, telling me that I love you through the opposite sex and worrying about me, I felt something strange.
Was I the one who could receive such a thing…?
It can’t be, the life I’ve lived has proven that it can’t be.

“I’m not very pretty…”
“Does it look pretty to me?”
“I, I…”
“In the first place, I can’t fuck a person who doesn’t look like this. If you’ve read the novel, you would know. Of course, appearance is appearance, but I know that you are actually kind, cute, and beautiful at heart.”
“Sigh♡ Whoa♡ Evil♡ But I’m trying to get rid of you♡”

As my heart pounded, the signals of pleasure that had been forcibly pouring in like before are changing little by little.
It’s not that it’s so good that it makes my hair turn white.
The sense of pleasure that seemed to encroach on my body in a sticky way, plus the urge to be hugged by him, covered me to a frightening extent.

“I don’t care. And really, if you were a bad boy, I wouldn’t be sorry for that. You’re attractive enough, and my cock proves it.”
“Am I attractive to you?”
“Yes. You are very lovely. I love you, Hye-mi.”
“Me too♡ I love you too♡”

Ah, I think I know why this is real feminism.
Here, there was a thing called ‘love’, which was not in the feminism that I had previously pushed for.
It’s only natural that sex feels so good, because you love each other.
That simple logic existed in this real world of feminism.

“Hasssss♡sssss♡”
“Ugh…! One more time to ejaculate in the vagina!”
“Four♡ Neet♡ Put a lot of semen on me and make me pregnant♡ I’m in danger today♡”

That’s why pregnancy is also a beautiful thing.
The warmth of semen flooding into my womb was like the warmth of my parents stroking me.
I end up hugging the person who loves and cherishes me tightly with my legs.

“Thank you. For letting me know which way I should go. I love you too♡”
“Huu… Yes, it’s good that you seem to have come to your senses. Hye-miya.”

Now, the actions I did in the novel make some sense.
Yeah, I can’t help but fall in love with a person like this.
If it’s for someone like this, wouldn’t it be natural for me to give my all?

“Real feminism is when a woman is happy being surrounded by the man she loves♡”
“Yes. That’s right.”
“So, a man is a woman’s master…?”
“What?”
“Then the most important thing is to get a good master. I must be blessed.”

Because the most lovable master in the world is in front of me.
Because you’re shaking your waist hard to make me feel better.
I thought this was proof that I was actually blessed.

F F F

“Something is different…”

At first, I thought I had completely corrupted Hye-mi.
So after making a complete slave to his cock, I tried to sort things out.
But before I knew it, Hye-mi was moved alone by the fact that I didn’t say anything.
She was captured while saying that she loved her or that she would serve her as her master.

Does this mean that the truth works?
It was sincere that I liked Hyemi, and it was also real that I wanted to get rid of her weirdness even more.
But whether this is sincere and whether it works for the other person are two different issues, and this Hye-mi must have met me for the first time…

‘Something good is good.’

If only my heart worked
But she doesn’t know why she keeps calling herself ugly with such a pretty face.
As much as I know Hye-mi, I would have loved her even if she was really ugly, not just her looks.
I don’t get it.

‘Is her appearance supposed to come out as the Hye-mi I know because it’s just a twist of memory?’

Come to think of it, it could be something like that.
I slowly stroked Hye-mi’s hair, who had collapsed exhausted from having too many consecutive climaxes with her sex.
I covered the duvet and made it so that I could sleep comfortably and left the room.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t even feed you properly because I’m on a diet these days. Should I order something to eat properly?”

When I first walked in, I remembered that there was some fast food junk in the room.
Hyemi over there seemed to hate this kind of thing, but she tried to give me all her food.
Because here is her favorite shape.

“No.”

Of course, you have to order it, but I also wanted to serve Hye-mi proper food.
Didn’t you live by getting food from Hyemi every day?
At times like this, I feel like I want to do something myself.

‘I didn’t want to force the princess to cook something she can’t cook for no reason.’

Originally, if you like people, you want to do those things, and it seems that is the case.
Actually, more than anything else, it reminds me of how I always ate only fast food or instant food, and thanks to Hyemi, I fixed that habit.
Should I say it feels like paying back what I received?

“Shall I boil seaweed soup?”

It was the only dish that had ingredients and contained something to be said for meaning.
Well, wouldn’t it be okay to be born again through real feminism?
Or does it feel like postpartum care when you had a child while wishing you were pregnant?

“What.”

It started with such enthusiasm, but boiling seaweed soup was more complicated than I thought.
Oh, it’s hard because these ingredients aren’t easily prepared.
It feels more difficult because it is a material that was used by my mother at home.

Still, it feels good to see the seaweed soup boiling in an almost plausible shape.
It’s not weird because the liver fits properly.
It’s not very tasty, but it felt like seaweed soup.

“Chicken, pizza, hamburgers… Let’s just order them all. I don’t know what they’ll like.”

It’s a world in my memory anyway, but would it be a big deal if I wasted some money here?
If it’s a big deal, it’s a bigger deal than having cummed several times before.
…But it’s not something I’ll regret anyway.

‘Even if you live here all your life. I think I’m going to marry Hye-mi anyway.’

It was natural because I came in convinced that I would like Hye-mi to give birth to my child anyway.
While thinking about that, I was setting the delivered food and seaweed soup on the table.
Hyemi ran out of the room with a startled look on her face.

“Woke up?”
“Uh, uh…? Master?”
“Don’t worry because it’s me. Or are you disappointed that I’m not your brother?”
“…I don’t know what happens to my brother.”
“If my cute little sister said that, her brother would be hurt.”
“Brother… I’m precious too, but right now I want to be with my master more.”

I thought she was cute when she said it so shyly, so I tousled her hair.
Hyemi smiled and sat down at her table.
You can be this cute, but then you fall into a pseudo-religion and say weird things.

“This seaweed soup, no way…”
“I boiled it. It won’t taste good.”
“I think I saw it in a book that the owner doesn’t cook well…”
“But today is the day that Hyemi accepted my heart, and it is the day that maybe she will have a child.
“…”

Why does he keep crying over trivial things from earlier?
Feel sorry for people