Chapter 20 – #20. Gift
13 times.
The number of times I masturbated while watching Hannah episodes of [I imprisoned her].
The scene where Lee Jin-sung ate Hanna-eun was really excellent.
[Why did you break it while kneeling in front of my cock anyway!]
[Slap! Lee Jin-seong hit Hanna-eun’s butt with a whip.]
[Sorry… Sorry…]
At first, she tried to avoid his touch and run away somehow, but she didn’t even bother.
[Hannah. Declare it again.]
[W… Here?]
[Do you want to be abandoned?]
[No! I’ll do it! Please don’t throw it away!]
[Naeun begged while holding on to his pants.]
[Awe. That was the feeling that Hannah felt for Jinseong Lee right now.]
[I… I am! Jinseong Lee is the owner’s cock dripping bitch!]
Ah…
How can each of these phrases be vulgar?
Even though she had just finished masturbating, her fingers began to creep into her pussy again.
“I’m a fucking bitch…”
I tried to put the lines in the novel into my mouth.
Just reading it with my eyes and putting it in my mouth felt like a completely different dimension.
The moment my voice leaked out.
Fantasy no longer stayed there.
This world I am breathing right now. It was to become a reality.
Minho’s brother’s dark red cock shimmered in his eyes.
“I’m a Midwinter writer…”
Author. Author.
My writer.
Please eat your illustrator as it is like a novel.
My fingers, unable to hold back again, began to move busily.
The day I was dragged into a motel by Minho’s brother.
I made up my mind not to masturbate again, but when I saw [I imprisoned her], I couldn’t stand it.
My ideal type, Lee Jin-seong, constantly called Hannah by name and whispered lewd words in her ear.
The body shape and hairstyle were completely different from mine, but just because they had the same name, I had no choice but to be over-immersed several times over.
The decisive hint that allowed me to be sure that my brother was the midwinter writer was the writer’s words.
The last part of Hannah (1).
The words I repeated as if casting a spell on my brother were contained in the words of the writer.
[Naeun is a virgin.]
Of course, given the contents of the episode of Hannah (1), the last comment of the midwinter writer was not strange at all, but I was able to instinctively intuit it.
That Minho’s older brother is the midwinter writer.
The day I found out, I was so happy that I almost cried.
My heart was filled with joy to the point that the memories of weaving while saying that I was a virgin flew away.
Because. Because it has been proven that my brother is a person who has not been able to properly digest enough to write over 100 nonsense.
In his head, it was clear that he was an asshole who had no choice but to eat the virgin of a pretty woman.
I was the only one who could truly understand and accept such a pervert.
How rare in this world is a virgin who wants to be eaten like a dog!
Fixing my phone to the selfie stick, I hung the plan card I had made for my brother around my neck once more.
Then we should send a present for our writer.
Without hesitation, I undid the hook on my bra.
Last time I rubbed it over my clothes, but if I showed it with my own eyes, next time I would take it off and rub my bare skin, right?
If you really like it, you might suck it up.
Oppa… My… Breasts…
Just imagining it made me feel the bottom get damp again.
I’m really an immodest virgin.
Exposing all of my breasts, I made a V with both hands in time for the camera.
A national rule pose that any writer would have drawn at least once. Double piece.
The optimal pose used when enjoying erotic situations and proving that you are a girl you like.
In fact, Lee Jin-seong in the novel was also a favorite pose when leaving authentication shots of the heroines.
Now… Brother.
Aren’t you going to check this?
Am I a virgin whether or not
As if I had become a perfect stranger, I sent an email and licked my lips with my tongue.
Ah… I want to suck your brother’s cock.
* ***
1st period returned.
The terrible city planning times are back.
Professors always loved to make noise.
The important thing was that there were many cases where there was no fun and no lesson.
“It’s from when I was studying in the house…”
I’m not interested. The house or Argentina.
As expected, all the 4th graders started to fall down one by one like beasts hit by an anesthetic gun.
It was a very normal reaction.
Barely maintaining my sanity, I put my head on the desk only after hearing the professor’s declaration of break time.
“Wow. I’m so damn sleepy.”
“Sure. It’s a bit harsh today.”
If even Hui-min, a criminal, looked tired, this was all he said.
“Would you like some coffee?”
“No. It’s okay. I’m going to take a nap.”
“You don’t wake up after that and continue to sleep.”
“But class is over now and they said they would give us time to team up from now on. If you wake me up, I’ll wake up.”
Huimin looked at me with pitiful eyes, clicked his tongue, and said he would come back.
Ah… I’m really going to die.
So I closed my eyes for a while.
Cook.
Cook Cook.
I looked up at the feeling of someone poking my shoulder with a finger.
Who…
“Hello.”
It was a strange voice.
“Ah. Yes. Hello.”
Scratching my head, I woke up and stretched myself to identify the main character of the voice.
A thought crossed my mind that I wondered if there were any other women besides Naeun who would talk to me, but when I thought about it, there were.
What woke me up was a mysterious college student who decided to team up together. It was Kim Si-eun.
“Minho… You’re my brother right?”
“Yes yes.”
“Is it okay if I sit next to you? The professor told me to talk with you.”
“Yes. Please sit comfortably.”
There was still a little time left for the break, and I saw corpses lying here and there.
“What about Huimin’s brother?”
“I went to buy him coffee.”
“I see.”
She smiled awkwardly and sat down next to me.
An uncomfortable silence passed between the two of us.
…What. Do I have to say anything
I didn’t have the technique to smoothly carry on a conversation with a woman.
She slightly turned her head and looked at Sieun Kim’s beauty once more, dazzling her eyes.
Gray hood.
Even though she was wearing the so-called basic shirt, her features were rejecting the word plain.
“Which school are you from?”
After thinking about her for a while, what I managed to ask her was a question that was like a kind of inquiry.
“Daesung University.”
When I spoke to her first, she answered me with a slight smile.
“Why are you coming to our school and taking classes like this?”
…This made me curious.
Our school was far from being a tier 1 university that others knew about.
And even this urban planning class was a mess.
It’s like a crappy class.
“Um…Just. This school. I wanted to hear about the architecture and curriculum.”
“What’s different? The school you were originally in?”
“Yes! The professors’ styles are a bit different… And the teaching methods are a bit different.”
I started because I felt like we needed to talk about something, but when I came to my senses, the time was close to an interrogation.
“Then who is the design professor this time?”
“Professor Kang’s studio.”
“No? Why? I made such a terrible choice!”
Professor Kang was known for frying her children.
The legendary anecdote of pouring the coffee he was holding into the model was a story known to all students of our school’s College of Architecture.
I have never seen the kids who are now in Professor Kang’s class go home from work every day.
“…I didn’t know that well.”
Yes… It’s because I’m from another university.
She was the one whose shoulders drooped when she talked about Professor Kang.
“Oh… That’s right… Cheer up. But he’s a person with a lot of connections in the industry.”
I had only one thing to say.
Perhaps this is all that architecture is helpful in my life.
It made it possible for me to have a conversation with another college student, a beautiful woman I was talking to for the first time.
Nice not bad.
“What is it? Are you awake already?”
Huimin walked towards us holding a large coffee in one hand.
“Yeah. Shi-eun woke me up.”
“Take it easy, brother.”
“Uh… Yes… Sieun.”
Awkward awkward awkward awkward
I hated this air.
Come to think of it, where is Naeun?
Classes would start again soon, but she was nowhere to be seen.
“Minho. Did Naeun not come?”
“I don’t know. I can’t see it.”
“Hmm…”
At the end of her speech, Na-eun’s voice came from behind.
“Sister Sieun.”
“Yes! Naeun!”
Na-eun, who didn’t even look at me and Hwi-min, smiled at Si-eun.
“Please go to the other side of the seat and sit down!”
“Huh? I think you can just sit next to me…”
“Ah~ I didn’t want to have my sister sit next to that stinking mosolada.”
Hwimin laughs and laughs.
Si-eun is looking at me with a puzzled expression.
The back of my head was tingling at the unexpected surprise attack.
“What? Did I say something wrong?”
Naeun’s words with a bold expression made me start to get angry.
…Hannah. This fucking bitch
