Chapter 32 – Unhealthy Esthetic_It’s Very Exciting.
Unhealthy esthetic_It’s very exciting.
“Haam~”
In the morning, my whole body is tired, probably because of the intense exercise last night.
I feel like I don’t want to move at all. My eyes are open, but I don’t want to do anything. I blankly stare at the ceiling.
In a drowsy state, just curled up on the bed.
In the season when it gets colder, I just rolled around under the blanket in the cold feeling outside the blanket.
As I wrapped my whole body in a blanket, I could feel the unpleasant sensation of sweat or bodily fluids coming from the blanket.
I kicked off the blanket at that unpleasant touch and woke up.
I wake up to the gritty touch of bodily fluids.
A damp bed sheet greeted me this morning. I had to cover it with a tarpaulin, but why did the fluid remain in my body like that? Every morning, slippery slime is all over the blanket.
When I was asleep in the middle of the day, I didn’t pay much attention to that sticky touch, but when I woke up, I couldn’t be bothered by that sticky, sticky touch.
The traces of last night are all over my body.
Shake off the duvet and quickly toss it into the washing machine.
I also tuck in my pajamas, which are full of stains and dry.
Time taken to yogi, about 2 minutes. The realm of maturity.
Take a light shower to drain the body fluids that have been buried overnight.
It is now a half-habitual morning routine.
Whether ‘Haeun’ has a lot of sexual desire or is young, every night, every night before she goes to bed, because of her sexual desire, the day goes by without being able to resist it.
Thanks to this, I can now do laundry and laundry in general and do it perfectly.
Milk and cereal. A very simple breakfast.
I don’t really want to put something in my mouth in the morning, but I have to take medicine, so I put it in my mouth steadily. In particular, ‘Haeun’ has a short mouth, so it’s more difficult because she doesn’t eat much.
He puts in a small amount of cereal and swallows the prepared medicine.
Lightly swallowed, the pill the size of a fingernail enters the body today.
A medicine that goes into the stomach so naturally, still, I wonder if I am doing well by taking this medicine. I had to do it because it was ordered, but… Again, there is no fear.
It was something he wanted, but he couldn’t help but feel anxiety and fear about what would happen in the future.
I look at the medicines in the vials that still remain like mountains.
I think I took a lot of medicine, but it doesn’t seem to have decreased in the slightest.
I think I’ve been taking it quite steadily, but I’ve never felt that it had any particular effect.
It is said that it has the function of increasing female hormones, but I am not sure. I just guessed that the effect of the depilatories I used before was so strong that this medicine must be changing my body in a strange way.
I don’t know yet, but something will work, I thought
Saturday morning, when the sun is finally starting to come in. Only the sound of the washing machine vibrating echoed through the room.
For today’s sake, I canceled all scheduled events on the weekend, so now I have nothing to do.
I sit on top of a bed mattress that has been stripped of anything and stare at it blankly.
My part-time job is just free today, I’m just in my room. There was nothing to do.
The appointment is, Saturday, PM, 7 o’clock
There is still a lot of time left, and I can’t control the overflowing time.
As if I had become a child before the picnic, it seemed as if time had stopped today.
I lay down on the bed like this and think about taking a nap again, but I can’t sleep because of my heightened mind. Even if I close my eyes, I am only distracted by the sound of the clock ticking.
It seems that the hands of the clock have stopped in place from a while ago.
I feel like my whole body is floating in anticipation of what is coming.
My body is a little hot, perhaps because of my mood.
It seems like I can hear every ticking sound of the clock hands.
Ah ah, time is running out.
A situation where you don’t know what will happen to you in an unfamiliar environment, in an unknown place, or from strangers.
Even the other person knows about my shame, signed an unfair consent form, and even has to reveal my face.
If you think about it with common sense, it’s a situation that should be scary and scary, but now I’m just looking forward to that moment.
I hope that moment comes soon.
I lightly rise with excitement.
To be honest, I was so full of excitement and curiosity about sex that I didn’t think much of the anxiety or fear that would happen.
Masturbation with a woman’s body wasn’t bad, but there was a feeling that it was lacking alone.
I want to reveal all of my private parts to the other person at a distance where I can see them eye-to-eye, not through the screen.
Perhaps my personal information may be known to the other person, but since it can be found out, that nervous thrill of not knowing whether or not it will be found out, and the pleasure of ruin that might be waiting if it is found out.
After all, what’s wrong with a life that’s probably dead once, enjoying it as you please.
I just want to indulge in pleasure.
But just having sex every day, 24 hours a day, 365 days a year without thinking, just having sex and hanging out, that’s a bit regrettable
A life of just having sex every day, 24 hours a day, 365 days a year, coveting bodies and bodies, and getting entangled in the naked body.
Not bad. It’s not bad, it’s sure to be enjoyable, and it’s surprisingly easy to achieve if you’re willing to do it.
A life of wandering the streets, selling one’s body for a piece of bread, selling one’s dignity and human rights for a cheap meal like a whore, greedily lusting after one’s flesh.
It only pursues carnal desire, and it is regrettable to feel something.
I want a deeper, deeper pleasure, a desire.
I want to feel both simple pleasure and more emotional pleasure. I thought I wanted to live this life like that.
Shame, shame, self-esteem as a human being, and self-esteem are all great spices that amplify the pleasure that follows.
I felt like I was about to die from shame, and I felt like I was ordered to act like a pervert and my dignity and pride were being eroded.
It’s all fun because it’s true.
Because it has value, because it feels valued, so it is valuable to fall. Falling is fun. I think all of that is truly important, so there is something important about breaking it.
The falling pleasure, the sight of oneself being lewd and irresistible is so coveted, so beautiful that I can’t stand it. I wish it was more miserable.
Like a bird with broken wings,
Like tomatoes crushed on the floor.
Even when I think about it, it seems like the taste has gone too far, but well, I can’t help it. That’s me
Maybe it’s because he thinks he’s dead once, but his head rotates 360 degrees instead of 180 degrees, and it feels like the taste is gone.
It was a thought he would never have had if he had been himself before, with such a destructive taste and the pleasure of a woman he had tasted for the first time.
In fact, I think it’s good if you feel good.
And whether it was my nature or Ha-eun’s nature, it seemed that he had very strong masochist tendencies.
I feel a strong sexual desire for myself becoming miserable and at the same time ugly and lewd. Fatal narcissistic tendencies.
If it says that there is a trap under your feet, you want to step on it and fall. Uncontrollable emotions.
Accept without hesitation the invitation to ruin, where something truly irreversible might happen.
No, on the contrary, I look forward to it. I couldn’t stand that moment, so I couldn’t calm my raging heart, and I just rolled my eyes.
Really, time passes slowly.
It’s frustrating to just stand there blankly like this, so I search the Internet for the ordered destination.
The Internet is a great civilized tool, and you can get a lot of information with just a little bit of typing.
Search for Love Tek.
What is searched for is only unknown songs and articles related to the song. Umm… Did you choose the wrong search term? Try a more detailed search including the address.
‘There are no matching search results.’
No search results. Why? Was it too detailed a search term?
Content related to unknown songs that are listed again. There is not a single article related to aesthetics or beauty.
How it happened,
‘Approximately 153,000,000 search results (0.57 seconds)’ In the midst of a flood of information overflowing with countless lists of information…
No matter how much I search, I can’t find even one of them that I want.
It makes me fall into the labyrinth to become an effort to know about the destination.
A place that is not open to the public, a place that is secretly operated, the place I am heading to today certainly does not seem to be an ordinary place.
If that’s the case, if you just look up the address, wouldn’t you be able to find out something?
Try entering only the address excluding the store name you provided.
‘8-19 Arirang-ro, Seongbuk-gu, New Seoul Special City’
The location of the address that comes to mind only then. A detailed map of the location is revealed.
It takes about an hour by taking a city bus and transferring.
What appeared was just a small square pointing to a building. No information about what the building was for or what it was doing was included.
Even more award-winning
There were no reviews of visits, business names, or any information about what the place was doing.
Just a small gray box on the map pointing to the building for the dinner party.
All it shows is that there is a building there, but no other information appears.
It is an era in which even a tiny fishing shop in a small village village, the size of a rat, reveals related content.
In a world where even a very trivial, seemingly uninhabited place can be found with just a little search,
On the contrary, the absence of any information paradoxically shows that much suspiciousness.
What the hell is this place for…
A shop that looks even more suspicious than I thought.
Where I should be heading…
Certainly, I can say with certainty that this is not a well-established store. At least I thought so.
Anticipation.
Certainly, it would not end with a common cosmetic procedure, I was more certain.
Started pounding more.
My face turns red with excitement and anticipation.
Write,
The second hand feels even slower.
