Chapter 22 – 8. Mad Year (2)
22.
Seoyeon is in the same situation.
The number of experiences and the person who has experienced it, but it is a ‘virgin’.
If you think of Seoyeon, you know what that means.
Having sex unconditionally does not increase the number of times.
Sexual acts other than sex, such as goddaughters, increase the number of similar acts.
That said, but… I’ve had sex with ’91’ men 132 times, but the fact that I’m a ‘virgin’ doesn’t really come to my mind.
“What are you doing! Punishment, punishment!”
“·········.”
Unaware of my situation, Jung-ah holds out a glass filled with punishment.
Without saying a word, she takes the cup she offered her and takes a sip of the goodness, immersed in her thoughts.
From now on, I tried not to pay attention to the letters above other people’s heads and not to live with useless prejudices, but it is the human heart to want to confirm it as I have already seen it with my own eyes.
What on earth did she do with ’91’ men while she was a ‘virgin’?
“······Ate it all. Is it my turn now?”
“Uh… That’s true, but…”
She looks at my face and is startled.
I immediately pulled out a wooden stick near where I pulled it out so that it would be difficult for her to pull it out on the next turn.
More than this. I’m going to make her take her down and find out her secret with her wish ticket.
I’ll have to check the nature of the person who feeds her alcohol while pretending to be so innocent in front of me.
“‘When was your first experience?’. Drink if you can’t talk.”
“I can say it… But you won’t believe it… I haven’t tried it?”
She puts on a bewitching expression and pokes her finger in my thigh.
“If you don’t believe me… Would you like to check it out…?”
Her hand, which had been stabbing her thigh, gradually turned inward.
I grabbed her arm and put her on the table.
“Okay, I believe you. Pull it out.”
“·········· Chit.”
At first, I was going to quit this strange game and go home, but I became serious about the game before I knew it.
Knock it down somehow
I have to confirm more than I have already seen with my own eyes.
Even if I keep going like this, I will think of her every time I see her, and I will create her image in my head at will.
I feel more comfortable hearing the truth from her mouth rather than dealing with her while imagining her strangely by myself.
“Oh dear. What if you make it so difficult? It will be over soon.”
She grumbles but earnestly pulls out the wooden stick.
I haven’t taken it off a few times, but it seems dangerous that it’s already shaking.
Seeing the words on her plucked wooden stick brings a creepy smile to her lips.
“‘Lick the other person’s erogenous zone’…?”
At her words, I didn’t hesitate… I raised the glass full of punishment and swallowed it all at once.
“Oh no fun!”
Her eyes, filled with anticipation, cooled in an instant and screamed.
Now I know for sure
Junga noona… No, this bitch is full of thoughts about what to do with me right now.
Now, stop pretending to be naive or ignorant and openly express your feelings.
Gradually getting drunk
I had already had a few cans of beer before starting this nonsensical game.
However, the game starts and Punju is filled only with soju.
Beer and soju mix inside, making my head dizzy.
“What are you doing. Should I pick it up quickly?”
She also urges me to pull it out as if she guessed my condition.
I concentrated my dizzy vision and managed to pull out the wooden stick.
It looks like this is the last time Jenga piled up like a tower is swaying precariously here and there.
That’s it for her next turn.
“······Chit. So what is it?”
“‘What is your favorite position?'”
As I read the words written on her wooden stick and look at her, one corner of her mouth creeps up.
“Hmm… Junior? I like spanking too!”
“I heard you haven’t tried it?”
When someone saw her, she said as if she had had sex.
At my question, her expression becomes something meaningful.
“Choose me?”
Without answering my question, she slowly raises her hand and places it on the precariously standing Jenga.
And that moment.
―Charrrr.
As I had hoped, the Jenga collapsed without being pulled a few times.
“Ah······. What’s this! Not funny!”
“Yeah no I have fun So, am I the right to wish?”
“Cee…”
Jung-a expresses her annoyance at this situation, which does not go according to her own plan.
But now that she gets angry, this doesn’t change the situation.
Anyway, I won.
“So what is it? Sex? Shall we have sex?”
“······What?”
“It is a wish. Isn’t that what you want anyway?”
“······Crazy.”
Now, Jung-a’s mask has been completely removed.
She throws off her pure appearance in front of me, puts her arms on her table, and stares at me with her chin resting on her chin.
‘But that’s not my wish… It must be yours.’
“Tell me the truth. You’re lying about not having sex. You must have met this man and that man.”
“Is it true that you never had sex? What a man…”
As the drunkenness rises little by little, these questions come up without hesitation.
And her answers come out in a row without any blockage.
“So what is your wish?”
“…Don’t lie to me. Tell me what you tried to do with me today, what you’ve been doing with other guys.”
“… Is that just a wish?”
“Uh.”
“·········.”
Jung-a looks at me with a full-on expression.
If you thought I wanted to have sex with you, you were wrong.
On the contrary, if that’s what she wants, she won’t.
“Um… Our Hajun… Did you try to eat it?”
“What does a person who has met men like that but never had sex with?”
“Poop… Oh sorry. Our Ha-junie is very young… I didn’t know it because I wanted to.”
“·········.”
Suddenly, something boils inside her at her childish behavior.
She immediately holds up her own smartphone and shows it to me as she manipulates something.
“Look at this.”
“… What is this?”
“A web novel I write.”
She takes the smartphone she holds out and looks at the screen.
‘Oh my master’·······?
“That’s what I’m writing… It’s a novel about a woman fucking a man.”
I see an article with that title.
Below that are other detailed information.
A total of 112 episodes, still being serialized.
There are tags like high level or this and that, but the word ‘femdom’ catches my attention.
“Shall I show you something else?”
She takes her smartphone out of my hand, manipulates it again, and holds it out to me again.
This time, instead of the screen of the web novel app, a blue SNS app is displayed on the screen.
And the moment I saw the screen, my body froze.
Like a picture of a man lying down with semen dripping from his cock with his whole body tied to something like a rope.
Like a picture of another man with wounds like whip marks all over his body.
There are a lot of pictures that the average person would frown upon.
“If I get stuck while writing, I try to find men who want this kind of thing on social media and try it.”
“·········.”
“Then it gets more and more fun. Do you feel like you’ve finally found the real me? I didn’t feel any feelings for men during that time, so I wondered if I was asexual? But these days, men are crying in front of me, so it’s crazy?”
“·········.”
I start to see a bit of madness in her appearance as she suddenly gets excited and explains things to me.
“Then I came up with this idea. Not men who are like this in the first place. Why don’t you just train ordinary men in this way? How fun.”
Crazy year.
She managed to swallow the words that were about to come out of her mouth, lost in her own world, and continued to look at her as she spoke.
“So what?”
“What, what is it…”
Embarrassed by her madness and her youthful appearance, she stammers to the point where honorifics come out.
“Don’t you want to be eaten by your sister like this, Hajun? Huh? Others have been calling me every day asking me to do it again next time. I blocked them all.”
“Eh, what is this eating? It’s eating. You’re playing with toys.”
Her words, which seemed to make her feel proud of something, deliberately provoked her.
Playing with toys like this is not sex.
Sex is the union between a man and a woman. One-sided bullying of one side with toys is not sex.
“······Okay? Then pass that on.”
She opened her eyes wide at my words and pointed at the smart phone in my hand with a laugh again.
I did something else and as she said, I lowered the screen gradually.
And in the next pictures that come out…
A picture of a woman presumed to be Jung-a wearing something called a penny-ban on her lower body and shoving her insides of a man lifting her buttocks with her hands and feet tied.
“······Now you’ve eaten, right?”
Looking at the picture, Jung-a laughs horrifyingly as she looks at me, who has hardened her whole body.
“········· Crazy bitch.”
The pure and innocent woman I knew, Han Jeong-ah.
He was more crazy than anyone I know.
