Chapter 162 – #162. Reaction
[Hey fuck, I believed in midwinter~]
[No. But honestly, I’m a bit bad.]
[Still, isn’t it much better than organic?]
[That’s right~ haha]
Fortunately, the public opinion of the latest episode tended to be much more positive than that of the previous episode.
Na-Eun lowers the screen of her phone with a proud face.
“Hey, hey, brother. I think I might as well be a full-time writer.”
“Did you try? Don’t dry it.”
“No. But isn’t this enough for me to be really talented?”
Naeun smiled brightly as if she felt quite proud of having provided me with the plot.
“Since you did what I couldn’t do, you might be better than midwinter.”
“Omg. Then, when I debut, oppa will take away the rice bowl from me.”
“If what you write is funnier, maybe that will happen?”
She quietly put her hand on her chin and seemed to be thinking about her, but then nodded her head.
“I will put up with my debut as a novelist so that my brother does not become unemployed.”
“I can’t stand it.”
“No, I do not want. I just want to be a white snowflake.”
Naeun, who threw her cell phone on the bed, hugged me in my arms.
“Haa… Finally my world is starting to move again.”
“Wasn’t your world mine?”
Naeun immediately raised her guard when she tried to tease her with her smirk on her face.
“I did, but I was eliminated because I almost didn’t finish.”
“No way. Where is that?”
“Here I am.”
Maybe her world wasn’t mine, but at this moment, it was clear that my world was hers.
Because it was the white snowflakes of the reader, not anyone else, that saved the writer, Midwinter, who was almost in cardiac arrest.
There was no way I wouldn’t love a girlfriend who played a maddening stranglehold on her for her boyfriend.
I lightly kissed Naeun’s forehead, who didn’t seem to want to come off my chest.
“…What is it.”
If it was like before, I would have pushed it away saying it was cheesy.
She seemed to be getting used to these soft expressions of affection.
“Thank you.”
As I stroked her hair, Na-Eun blushed slightly and said something.
“Give me money. Thank you.”
“How much will it take?”
“Twenty billion.”
“Doesn’t it seem difficult to make 20 billion by selling nonsense?”
“I don’t know. Give me 20 billion.”
If it was something realistic, I might have really thought about it, but 20 billion was too much.
“Doesn’t exist. Hey.”
“I know.”
Naeun, who wrapped her neck in my arms, smiled mischievously, and then she kissed my lips.
“It just means to pay it back by my side for the rest of my life.”
“I don’t know if I’m like a true character.”
It was just a joke for fun, but Naeun’s eyes sank coldly.
“…Are you saying you want to eat ten people while I’m there?”
“It’s a joke. Joke. No, the atmosphere was good. Naeun. Calm down.”
“I think so. If Lee Jin-sung is her brother’s role model or a projection of her brother’s ego…”
Naeun blurs her horse’s tail.
The longer the silence went on, the more my tension grew.
What are you imagining? Why.
“I guess I have no choice but to remodel my brother.”
“I’m sorry, but I’m a person who wants to have a normal relationship.”
In fact, even until just six months ago, I was the one who clearly separated the real world from the world in the novel.
The line between real and fantasy worlds is so sharp, I never thought of bringing [Imprisoned her] Her contents into her reality.
Until I met her.
“Does the person who wants to have a normal relationship meet me?”
Naeun laughs at my words as if they are not the same.
“I’m crazy.”
In a normal couple, if your girlfriend said something like that, she would have retorted, saying, “What are you talking about?”
She reached out and lifted Naeun’s chin up.
“Because I am crazy, in my eyes you are normal.”
Naeun slowly starts sticking out her tongue.
I knew what signal it was sending.
As I brought her face closer, I licked her tongue.
The tongues of each other who wanted to communicate with each other ferociously carried saliva as if they were independent creatures.
“Ha ha… Ha… Oppa…”
Naeun, whose mouth was covered in saliva, smiled at me.
“Why.”
“I want to suck a dick.”
It’s not vulgar, it’s a slut-like tone.
However, all non-narrative readers would know that this sucks.
“Polite word. Bitch.”
I immediately pulled my pants down.
* * *
[I imprisoned her] Has been on hiatus for a week.
Tired of fighting with other people in the comment section or waiting for a writer who never returns, I started reading other novels.
In the Nobel World Ranking window, I looked mainly at popular 19-karat gold novels, and the more I looked, the more I could see that [I imprisoned her] Was a very unique case.
First of all, other narration basically lacked ‘effort’.
In other words, it could be called a build-up, but the time it took for the male protagonist to eat a female character was too short.
It was rare to see that there were novels of the type that just eat people who hate it with overwhelming force, and that they use an application or something to manipulate them into sucking cocks right away.
So, of course, heroines have no taste.
Having tasted Lee Jin-sung’s crazy gaslighting, it was hard for me to eat those kinds of novels.
The analogy of instant food seemed to fit perfectly.
Characters that can be eaten by putting them in the microwave.
Compared to that, [I imprisoned her] Felt like her expert chef prepared the ingredients and cooked them one by one.
The effort Lee Jin-seong put in to win one person was truly staggering.
He figured out what the heroines thought was the ideal masculine scent, and planted the seeds of corruption while acting.
Eh… I thought that there would be no novel like [Her Imprisonment] Even if I searched, but I eventually turned to rehash.
Returning to my favorite episode of Ga-Yeon Nam, I slowly began to savor the first part.
Nam Ga-yeon was the most sassy woman out of the 10 heroines that have been revealed so far.
Kang Soo-yeon was a similar type, but the source of self-esteem was different.
Kang Su-yeon, who worked at a famous law firm, had her own bag strap as the root of her pride, but her fitting model, Nam Ga-yeon, was a woman who was intoxicated with her own superior genes.
She thought she deserved to be treated everywhere, and it was only natural that her men would do her good.
And her Lee Jin-seong trampled and sold her without mercy.
It’s like saying that you have to be pretty to be pretty so you don’t have an ego.
The reason for your existence is to produce great onaholes for the next generation as well.
The assault and gaslighting that followed completely transformed Nam Ga-yeon into a different person.
Just seeing Jinseong made her bow her head, and she became a person who knows how to appreciate even small favors.
As expected, this is the highlight part of Nam Ga-yeon.
* * *
“Speak with your mouth. Nam Ga-yeon.”
Jinseong laughed and kicked her chest with his foot.
“Sorry for being arrogant on the subject of the cock case.”
A single tear ran down Gayeon’s cheek.
It was the moment when her common sense was destroyed.
She came to accept deeply in her heart that men and women are not equals.
Her own beauty only determined the quality of her case.
In the end, all women are tools born to receive the seeds of men.
She and she herself had to thank with all her heart that she had met such a good master as Jinseong.
“It has become basic now. Ga Yeon-ah.”
As she stroked her buttocks with her face satisfied with her true nature, Ga-yeon could not control the pleasure that welled up in her own heart.
The shame and disgust she felt at first had long since disappeared.
Seeing Ga-yeon’s distorted smile, Jin-seong felt that it was time to insert her object into her case.
“Open up.”
Ga-yeon, who was able to open her legs without hesitation, with just one word.
“Please plug it in. Master.”
Her hands were making a heart under her navel, as she had been instructed.
* * *
It always felt good to rub her hand gently over her panties.
Every time she looked at her novels, she had the urge to put her finger in or something else, but she couldn’t.
That’s right… Lee Jin-seong always emphasized her virtues because her virginity and freshness were her virtues.
I was deeply ingrained in the saying that women are like tools and wear out with use, so rubbing the clitoris with my hand was the best I could do.
Pussy with one hand. I was holding the phone with the other hand and immediately lowered the top bar at the sound of the ding.
[A new episode has been registered!]
Have you finally made up your mind…! Author…!
