Chapter 153 – #153. Yujin Na
Ding-dong, ding-dong
Arriving at what is believed to be Nayeon’s house, I rang the doorbell.
As footsteps continued, it was Naeun who greeted me.
“Brother. Are you still early?”
“I wrote it quickly and came back.”
Naeun smiled broadly when she handed out the bag of bread and called for Nayeon.
“Hey. Hannah! My brother bought some bread!”
Presumably she was tidying the inside of the bathroom, Nayeon stuck her head out and bowed her head.
“Thank you for coming.”
“No no. I didn’t think I would have eaten, so I bought enough, so go ahead and eat.”
Since no furniture had been brought in yet, the studio was a standard size, but there was enough floor space for three to sit.
“How are you going to arrange it?”
If you roughly look at the area, if you put a desk there… I think it would be a bit ambiguous to take out a chair and go back and forth…
“I thought of all of that. Oppa only moves as I tell him to.”
Na-Eun, who muttered at her and said thick words.
“You confiscate the bread.”
“Ah~ why!”
In fact, as she snatched her sandwich from her hand and stuffed it into her mouth, Naeun frowned at her and started protesting.
“No. If you’re hungry, you can just forget something new.”
“Yeah~ No~ I’m going to take what you ate and eat it~”
Nayeon just watched us bickering in a childish way, but she didn’t say anything.
She just ate so quietly that she glanced at her side and Nayeon opened her eyes and then she moved her gaze down.
What is it… It seems like there is something…
She was full of heart and no physical evidence, so she stumbled and stumbled.
Weiying.
When Nayeon’s cell phone rang, we left the room and prepared to greet the delivery truck.
“Yes! Thank you!”
A desk and bookshelf that are still unassembled.
As for the mattress, I thought that if Nayeon had been alone, it would have been too much for her.
We carried it up to the second floor and started assembling it right there, and I had to move the desk several times according to Naeun’s instructions.
He told me to just listen to him… In fact, he didn’t seem to have much of an idea either.
“Thank you. Sister. Thank you. Brother.”
After she was finished organizing her ulchu, Na-yeon expressed her sincere words of gratitude.
“Is the package sent by the rest of my mother coming soon?”
“Yep. It will.”
“Okay… Finish up well, and if you need anything else, contact me.”
After crumpling my shoes in the shoe closet, I opened the door and Naeun left the studio first.
“Goes. Hannah.”
“Huh. Enter carefully. Sister.”
I was about to leave, but Nayeon called me and stopped me.
“I… Oppa…”
“Huh?”
Stopping the door that was about to close with my right foot, I stuck my head inward.
“Why.”
“…I’m asking you to take good care of my sister.”
Nayeon smiles broadly and says cute things.
How could his smile resemble Naeun so much?
“Huh. I’ll treat you well. Don’t worry.”
When she waved her hand, I also waved her hand once and left the building.
“What is it. What did Nayeon say?”
“Ah. I didn’t say anything.”
“…You’re not doing something strange to your brother, Nayeon, are you?”
“You are there, why me?”
After confirming that no one was around, I indifferently grabbed one side of Naeun’s chest.
Wouldn’t any man be the same?
My ideal type is right next to me, so why am I looking at other women, much less the ideal type’s younger sister?
“It’s just something I did.”
Naeun went down the slope with my arms crossed as if she didn’t like my touch.
“Ah… I have to go home and write another manuscript.”
“I have been through a lot, though. Nayeon avoids it and works hard.”
“Don’t go to the study cafe again.”
It’s a waste of money. It’s annoying. Bother to go
“Sorry. From now on, try not to step out of our house and use it.”
It sounds scary when you say something like that.
[I imprisoned her] I called a taxi and thought blankly about the next plot.
What are you going to write for the next episode… Ehh…
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[Ruler. Yujin Na. From now on, you will behave in the same way as the children you taught during the day.]
Eugene couldn’t help but feel embarrassed by her Jinseong’s request.
[…Are you talking about four-year-olds?]
Jin-seong forces 24-year-old Eugene to look like he did 20 years ago.
[Does the children you teach talk back so specifically?]
After checking Jinseong’s cold eyes, Yujin sensed that now was not the time for her.
At first, she was the one who was too afraid of the training being inflicted on her in a closed room.
I thought her beatings were terrifying and terrible, leaving black bruises on her hips and chest.
But not now.
The thing she fears the most is being abandoned by her true self.
The fact that Jinseong no longer pays attention to him.
Eugene, who had already faced his other slaves on several occasions, had lost her confidence.
A stewardess with slender limbs, a librarian like a living succubus.
Even if Jin-seong didn’t warn, he could feel that he would be weeded out even if he hesitated even for a moment.
[Wuuuuu.]
The same reaction when faced with a side dish that a picky eater does not like.
Eugene trembled at her shame, but shook her head as he filled her mouth with air.
Food.
Jinsung laughed.
It wasn’t like a bright smile looking at a lover.
Laughter, like discovering a fun toy full of ridicule.
However, that was a ray of light that filled the void in Yujin Na’s heart.
With her head full of thoughts to make him laugh more, she immediately put her arms on her floor and started crawling across her floor.
“Please, please. Mamma…”
After all, Jinseong smiled with satisfaction that her own assistant was not wrong.
I thought it was a really good thing to use Eugene as a meat toilet.
“Yeah… It’s time to eat, Mamma.”
However, the only mamma allowed to Yujin was the liquid that came out of Jinseong’s prick.
When Jinseong unfastened his belt, Eugene unzipped his pants with a natural movement as always.
Of course, she wasn’t allowed to use her hands.
Unfastening the button with only her teeth was a very arduous task, but Eugene, who had already been taught by an assistant, succeeded in doing it without too much difficulty.
As he pulled his pants down to his knees, Eugene’s eyes began to light up.
It was because her mother was waiting for her beyond that thin underwear.
She even carefully lowered her underwear and tried to start serving her, but Jinseong’s index finger stopped her forehead.
[Don’t you think daycare centers don’t say hello before eating these days?]
Yujin replied in a childlike tone, smiling brightly.
[Thank you for this food!]
She was Eugene who always wanted to provide nutritious food and snacks for her children.
However, when he thought that he was drinking her cum while treating her as a child, she was saddened, but her ecstatic pleasure seemed to fill up.
Jww-wop Jw-wop Jw-wop Jw-wop
Eugene diligently reproduces Fella as he was trained.
In terms of one-dimensional physical pleasure, he had already passed, but Jinseong, who had spent such a long time with these slaves, felt sorry for this alone.
“Stop.”
When Jinseong tackled the act, Yujin couldn’t help but be embarrassed.
She usually says that if you order a fella, she will pull one foot out and start, but she gave the order to stop…
Her insecurities began to consume her.
How many times had she been beaten and learned from Fella.
How much she tried to become a mechanical onahole.
But are you still not satisfied with this?
“First, take off all your clothes.”
In response to Jinseong’s direction, Yujin quickly began to remove the pieces of cloth covering her body.
She was not ashamed to even take off her underwear, and without hesitation she exposed her breasts and cunt.
“Bring those dolls over there.”
What Jinseong pointed out with her fingertip was a box containing children’s toys.
The idea of using her daycare supplies still lingered, but she didn’t have her own options.
“Ah. And that hat over there.”
A yellow hat that was handed out to children as a commemorative gift for a picnic.
Jinseong picked up two dolls from her box and put them in Yujin’s hands.
And finally, she gently placed a hat that couldn’t fit her head size over the top of her head.
“Ruler. Eugene. How about getting a toy?”
Jin-seong smiles with a friendly tone as if she were a kindergarten teacher herself.
Why do the faces of her mother and father come to mind at times like this?
At that moment, her own appearance was so pitiful and vulgar that she couldn’t say anything, but Eugene smiled broadly and answered in a loud voice.
“Okay!”
Every time her hat fell, Eugene had to be slapped on the cheek.
