Chapter 251 – Snowflakes Are Dyed Black.
Have you ever had a day in your life where you waited so long for 9pm?
When I got home, I sat down on the bed and stared blankly at the clock.
5:38 p.M.
The second hand was moving slowly.
In about 3 hours I…
I feel my face heat up again.
“Am I… Really… Being victimized…?”
It wasn’t the time to be like this.
I jumped up on the futon and started cleaning the room.
I swept the hair strewn about on the floor and wiped the floor clean with a mop.
I gathered the laundry neatly and put it in a bin, and I thought it would be better to pay attention to the smell, so I sprayed deodorant several times.
“Howh…”
What to do maybe good
The more I sat and imagined it, the more I felt like I couldn’t calm myself down.
What am I going to do here?
[I imprisoned her] Episodes of the first experiences of the heroines in her family flash through her mind.
Recalling Choi Jae-hyeok’s cool eyes, I trembled.
He… Was someone who could make that kind of expression…
No. If I were that kind of person, I would do it from the beginning…!
If he had treated me with such a rude attitude from the beginning, I can assure you that he would have had his crotch wide open already.
Those soulless eyes looked very similar to the image of Lee Jin-seong I was thinking of.
How can it feel like it came out of a novel like that?
I did my best to prepare for the once-in-a-lifetime breakout event.
I swept the dust off the shelf and even cleaned the bathroom while sweating profusely.
“…Let’s wash up now.”
If I cleaned the environment, the next thing I had to clean was my body.
I went into the shower booth and wet myself with warm water.
-Shuaaaaa
Body orientation.
Midwinter writer always tended to describe in detail the scents from the bodies of the heroines.
In the case of my favorite heroine, Nam Ga-yeon, there was an expression that it smelled like a green apple, and in the case of the last heroine, Na Yu-jin, it was described as having a sweet peach scent.
Of course, it was correct that it was a device to help readers’ imagination, but in fact, it wasn’t that part that readers were excited about.
The process of changing the scent from their bodies to the scent of females due to the smell of sweat and bodily fluids was truly exquisite.
When I squeezed the body wash bottle, the clear, slimy liquid poured into my palm.
Now, after a few hours, it’s not body wash, but another sticky, slimy liquid…
“…It’s too late. …Go crazy.”
– Chii Ik
It wasn’t that steam was coming up from the hot water, it was like steam rising from my head because of my erotic imagination.
When I rubbed the body wash with both hands, white bubbles formed.
I wiped every nook and cranny of my body so that the scent of this rose could linger throughout my body for as long as possible.
I’m going to do this and spray the perfume.
Makeup is…
What should I do with my makeup…?
I thought everything was going well, but when I came to the topic of cremation, I felt a sudden brain death.
In fact, I thought that waiting with the prettiest and ugliest look would be the best, but that doesn’t mean I’m doing pull-me at home…
It was undesirable to reveal too plainly what was waiting for.
Really reluctantly, the feeling that I had succumbed to his words was what mattered. If I was waiting with my crotch open and dripping juices, it was no better than a rag.
After drying my hair, I sat in front of the dressing table and pondered for a while.
“…Let it be as light as possible.”
It was something I always felt, but the most difficult thing was to say that it was decorated or not.
* * *
“Bark, bitch…?”
Mistress… I don’t think this is what it feels like.
7:30pm.
With about an hour left until her departure, I [I imprisoned her] Arranged all of her lines inside her and printed them on her A4.
Standing in front of the mirror as if an actor were reading a script, I was trying my best to imitate Lee Jin-seong in the novel as much as possible.
The head is slightly slanted upwards like this, and the eyes look at the uncivilized creatures of the world like this.
Looking at it, the expression seems reasonable, but the dialogue was a problem.
“Bark! You bitch!”
…I’m really afraid of going to the next room.
It was me who had to look at the wall one more time.
“Ha…”
I sat down on the bed to take a break and wiped my face with the palm of my hand.
“Is this right?”
To be honest, I thought about whether I should just ignore it and visit it at 9:00.
It was crazy.
No matter how you look at it, it’s crazy, but the thought that Nayeon might be waiting for me made this crazy thing unstoppable.
“No… But I have to go…”
One thing was certain: If I didn’t visit Nayeon today, I could never be with Nayeon forever.
[A person with conviction]
Nayeon told me about her own ideal type.
If I broke her will here, I might be treated like a bug by her.
Not just a keut, but a spineless psycho idiot whose mind goes back and forth.
Let’s believe
It wasn’t that he believed me.
What I believe is Nayeon’s diary, and [Her imprisoned her]
I was just moving as the scriptures foretold.
The map was already in my hand.
It’s up to me to choose whether or not to walk that path.
20 years old.
Jaehyuk Choi.
I decided to show my courage.
* * *
Costume.
What to wear to go to Nayeon’s house was a more difficult problem than I thought.
Her portrayal of the appearance and appearance of her heroines appeared frequently in [I imprisoned her], But her description of her main character, Lee Jin-seong, did not appear well.
Of course, since it’s a male-oriented story, the portrayal of female characters is much more important than the portrayal of men, but for now, I’m trying to hate the midwinter writer.
Teacher. Could you please describe the main character?
I really don’t know what to wear.
My resentment could never reach the writer, but I had no place to blame, so I kept looking for the pathetic writer.
In the end, I took out all the clothes in the closet and chose…
A black T-shirt and black slacks worn during the day.
In the first place, it was my judgment that it was funny to go out in fancy clothes, not to go outside, but to visit the room.
Wearing a navy ball cap, I checked the mirror.
“…Looks like a criminal.”
To put it mildly, it was a comfortable outfit, but I thought it was because I knew what I was going to do.
I had a feeling that my attire was similar to that of criminals who are being taken in handcuffs on the 9 o’clock news.
After packing my wallet and cell phone in my pocket, I stuffed today’s items into my back pocket for the last time.
It was the most expensive condom I ever bought at a convenience store.
“After… You can. Can do. Choi Jae-hyeok.”
So I left the front door and walked towards Nayeon’s villa.
Nayeon’s house is about a 10-minute walk from my house.
It was a neat new villa that was not enough to live alone.
Entering the first floor entrance, I climbed the stairs with a trembling heart.
Thump thump thump
Every time I climbed, the sound of footsteps seemed to represent the sound of my heart.
Ah. Shivering.
Finally, I checked the time on my phone.
[20:58]
2 minutes from now.
My fate was to be decided.
If the front door of Nayeon’s house was open, I would have rushed into it, and if it was closed, I would go back the way I came without looking back.
As soon as it was 9pm, I went up half a floor and reached the second floor where Nayeon’s house was located.
Nayeon’s room, which is located in the innermost part.
I took one step at a time with a trembling heart.
[207]
As soon as I reached the door, I could see it at a glance.
A protruding lock.
A sign that outsiders are allowed to visit.
I could feel my pupils trembling.
Pulling the handle right here and going inside…
“Whoa…”
I took a calming breath and grabbed the doorknob.
As long as you’re prepared, there’s no problem.
You prepared hard.
It was just that the time had come to show off the fruits of the hard work that I had not even been able to eat properly.
– Kiki Iik
I opened the door and entered the room, and instead of running to Nayeon, I calmly locked the lock.
Taking off my shoes, I pass the passageway where the bathroom and kitchen are located.
“…You really came?
A fragrant floral scent.
It was a very feminine scent.
It’s like I’ll never be able to fly in my room.
Nayeon, who was sitting on the bed, looked up at me.
A look of surprise, yet a look of contempt.
…The answer was fixed.
“I don’t joke about that.”
Slowly, Nayeon moves forward.
I leaned down on her back to her eye level with her, and I grinned.
“Are you ready to be eaten? Fucking bitch.”
-Hi!
Again, instead of an answer, it was a hiccup.
