Chapter 113 – #113. Wheat Sugar
Understanding Naeun’s words, I instinctively sensed that now is not the time to just wash your hands.
After pulling down my pants and taking off my T-shirt, I went into the shower and took a shower.
For me, who had already been discharged from the army, it was not even a matter of hastily washing up.
Still, just in case, I cleaned the lower part with a little more care.
After 10 minutes of washing, I opened the door humming a song.
“Han~ Naeun~”
You haven’t opened the wrapper yet, have you?
Of course, it’s hard for Naeun to take off her clothes herself, but why?
It seemed to me that I would be a little bit more pissed off if I took off her clothes myself.
“…Naeun?”
How come she is not visible in the living room.
Embarrassed, I knocked on her door.
“Are you there?”
“Yes. Come in when you’re all washed up.”
Profit.
When I opened the door, Naeun was sitting on the bed, holding a box that looked familiar to her on her lap.
“…You want to use that?”
Oh. I didn’t expect this
“…No. The opposite today.”
“Then I wouldn’t use it, so why did you take it out?”
“You didn’t take it out, did you lock it?”
In fact, the box had a small padlock attached to it.
“Why?”
“Yes. I came to see the house today and realized something.”
…Write. I’m anxious.
But for now, I let Naeun continue to talk.
“Brother. Everything has its place.”
“Uh… Well… You might think so.”
“Garbage in the trash can. Colored pencils in a colored pencil box. Right.”
He nodded his head a couple of times.
“Then where should I use these lovely SM items that my brother gave me as a gift?”
Naeun looks up at me with eyes that seem to be longing for an answer.
I looked at her with her face asking what I was doing, but she steadfastly forced me to answer her.
“Where should I write it? Midwinter writer!”
“Here is your bed.”
Again and again Bonama said that he had to write in a secret room, and he would suggest that we move there.
This sneaky bitch I’m afraid I can’t read your numbers.
It was me who figured out roughly what type of person Naeun was through a few months of dating.
Naeun’s small lips curled up as if protesting as if she didn’t like my answer.
“Here… It’s nice, too. The correct answer is not.”
What the. Still, she didn’t mind using the items in the box, so she didn’t say no.
The day I played properly with Naeun and Christmas items.
We had sloppy sex like a pair of real horned beasts.
Putting her eyepatch on Naeun seemed to make it twice as easy.
I also felt a lot more excited visually, even though it was a very minor change.
It was so disgusting that the only thing covering her body was an eyepatch.
Naeun used to feel good, but Naeun that day was really…
There won’t be any bedspreads left. Bedspread.
I reached out and tried to seize her box, but Naeun stopped me by gathering her arms as if she would never give it up.
“If you answer correctly, I will give it to you.”
…Cute.
“SM is my taste because it is closed. Ruler. Okay? Give it now.”
From the moment I saw that box, my lower legs were itching.
Objects containing memories always become a medium of reminiscence.
Maybe every time I see the eyepatch, I will think of the day with Naeun.
“Then what should I do? Kyaa!”
Hannah trying to teach me like a kindergarten teacher.
I smiled and pushed her upper body toward her bed.
Naeun’s slightly reddened face caught her eyes as she climbed on top of him.
“…If you answer, I’ll let you open the package.”
“You answered.”
“You didn’t tell me you would let me move there.”
In the end, she turned around and tried to tell her, but she gave up and vomited out her demands nakedly.
“Naeun. That’s once or twice. Is there a 100% chance that you will regret it if you live your life?”
“How are you? We’re not going to live there forever, it’s a two-year contract.”
“How short is two years?”
Naeun’s small hand grabbed my cheek.
“Brother.”
“Why.”
“It’s an opportunity to stop being a fantasy.”
She speaks in a whisper in a low voice.
Recognizing the words, I felt my lower leg swell more and more.
“So many scenes written by my brother are no longer fiction?”
The content of her [I confined her], Which is indecent and obscene, which is difficult for her to put in her mouth, passes through her mind.
Personality modification projects carried out in Jinseong Lee’s basement.
The sticks and carrots that turn normal people into abnormal people.
That to Naeun…
“Can you put up with this?”
Naeun’s hand rubbed gently on top of my underwear.
Hand movements not for ejaculation, but for heightening my arousal.
“Think about it. How happy we will be in a room that no one has access to.”
“You can handcuff him, or you can gag him. Even the rice… Even if it is given in a dog food bowl…”
…I don’t think I ever bought a dog food bowl.
Still, it was true that everything Naeun was talking about was fake.
It seemed like he was trying to say something filthy to seduce me again, but I had no intention of listening to him any more.
As I tried to pull up Naeun’s knitwear, Naeun grabbed my wrist.
“Can I assume you accept this?”
I want to have sex, but I still didn’t like signing the contract for that house, so I wondered what to say to achieve what I wanted.
A little of her looks down at her with her cold gaze.
“…Does the slave girl talk?”
“Uh…?”
Naeun, as if she hadn’t warmed up yet, gave a slightly startled look at my words.
“Uh? Uh? What did you say now?”
As if sarcastic about a private who failed to make a statement of official rank, I raised my tail.
As she opened her eyes and looked at her, she relaxed her arms, as if she had finally grasped her situation.
Squeak.
My girlfriend who accepts my touch without any resistance.
As she undressed her, her dainty pink underwear caught her eye.
“Take it off.”
Naeun, who got up from her bed, unbuttoned her pants and pulled down her tight-fitting jeans.
Naeun, who only had her underwear on, looked up at me with her slightly flushed face.
She looks like a puppy, asking for praise, saying, ‘Did I do well?’.
She inadvertently wanted to woo her, but she knew full well that it was not what she was waiting for.
“…Open the box.”
A box lying on one side of the bed.
Naeun’s face showed hesitation.
But. At most, if you make a hole in the box and lock it, if you say you open it again in less than 20 minutes, the steam will come out.
“What are you doing. Not open.”
However, the point of an assistant is not to sound weak.
At my command, she reluctantly picks up her box in her underwear.
“Where is the key?”
“…I don’t know.”
Whoa… I resist even this. This is it
To be honest, I thought the game was over the moment I picked up the box, but it seemed that Naeun still hadn’t let go of her lingering attachment to her private room.
“I don’t know?”
I asked her with her tone of giving me another chance.
“…If you promise me, you might know.”
She fidgets with her locks with both her hands and looks at me.
It was truly a timid resistance.
“Okay? Then there is nothing you can do.”
Turning her around, I grabbed the doorknob as if to leave the room.
Walking a tightrope with the house as collateral.
Ruler. Hannah. Come on, admit it.
The teaching assistant doesn’t have to be in a closed room!
Squeak.
The sound of the blanket moving.
“Brother.”
Naeun wraps her arms around my waist.
“There’s nothing to see for a slave girl who doesn’t listen and sees things.”
His words were stern and solemn, but his facial expressions were laughing and driving him crazy.
The only thing I could think of was that I was lucky to be on my back.
“…Will you give me a prize if you listen?”
He turned her back and looked down at her.
There was a glint of anticipation in her eyes.
“A slave who has no intention of serving and only thinks of the reward. You are a terrible slave.”
After sneaking back behind her, Naeun slid open the drawer of her desk.
A silver key slightly larger than a fingernail.
“Master.”
…The title of hope that I accidentally confessed to Naeun flows out of the mouth of the nickname.
Naeun, who had come right in front of me, knelt down on his knees.
She puts her hands together and raises them over her.
And in the middle of her palm was the key to the SM toolbox.
“The girl believes that the master will give her the reward she deserves.”
When she bowed her head in her courtesy, I had only one response from her.
I picked up her keys and lifted her chin with one hand.
“The only prize you can get is my cum, so what should I do?”
“…Heheh ♥”
