Chapter 32 – #32. Counterattack
“Am I sucking your brother’s brain?”
Naeun’s words made me think that, in fact, being a writer might be what Naeun should do.
They say that people who think differently, even if they see the same thing, succeed…
Her extraordinary remarks made my cock wrinkle again.
“Huh? Brother.”
Naeun gently rubbed her glans with her other hand, not the one holding her cock.
“Brain dead?”
As I tried to remind her of her male greatness once more, I felt her head go blank.
Hello, what kind of conversation is this?
“Uh. Looks like he really died.”
She might be talking about my cock, but I really felt like my brain had also stopped working.
“Oops…”
Naeun looked at my shrunken cock as if feeling pity.
“If my brother goes brain dead, it’s actually me who’s in trouble…”
Naeun’s hand began to move by her own will, not by her own will this time.
“I have to write a novel, not pay for an illustration that hasn’t been paid yet.”
It was strange.
It was because Naeun’s hands began to move skillfully, like a trainer who had trained her cock countless times.
It wasn’t something I’d done in a day or two.
…I think it’s true that I took her virgin.
Her body trembled at the skillful touch she felt on her lower body, but she kept thinking of various possibilities in her head.
It is unbelievable that an inexperienced virgin is suspiciously good at hand-holding…!
“Hey. Naeun.”
“Brother, look at this. I did CPR and my brain started to come back to life!”
Naeun giggled and laughed at the half-erected cock.
“But why?”
“You…”
Of course, she could have lied, but first I wanted to check it out.
“Did you work in the granddaughter’s room?”
“…Yes?”
Trembling voice. As expected, Naeun…
It seems that my prediction was correct.
“Hey. No matter how hungry you are for money. You make money so easily. Evil!”
You crazy bitch!
She slapped the palm of her hand on the prick that was enjoying the soft feel of her.
And. It hurts so bad
It seemed like it would hurt even if it was just hit, but it seemed twice as painful because it was in a sensitive erection.
“Ah… Wait a minute…”
In the intense pain, I completely forgot what I was going to say.
“Ha… Brother…”
Naeun’s expression turned savage.
“I can’t even take responsibility if I ate her virgin.”
She squeezed my swollen cock again like she was squeezing her rag.
“Can you stop treating me like a whore?”
…Did I live with an illusion that I was too much of a virgin?
Do average Korean virgins have this kind of technique?
At her words, I started to get more and more confused.
My eyes and her cock definitely remembered that she was her virgin, but that’s how a virgin.
How can that be a virgin!
Fearing that I would get hit again if I spit out nonsense again, I swallowed the words that had climbed up my throat with clenched teeth.
“…Sorry.”
“Ha. I’m really dumbfounded.”
Naeun’s hand released my cock.
Her expression suddenly turned gloomy.
“Brother.”
“Why.”
“I’m not really that kind of person.”
I wondered what the heck it was to be a person like that here.
“My older brother is the first to have been to a male room, and he is the first to actually see an adult male body in real life.”
Naeun squatted down in the corner of my room, as if her legs were getting weaker.
“So. Whore or slut. I hope you don’t talk like that anymore.”
“Sorry.”
“If you want to call me that way…”
She crawled slowly between my crotch, which still had nothing on my lower body.
“At least do it when it becomes true”
“What?”
What is this again
“It’s not that I’m so angry right now because you keep saying things that aren’t true.”
“I’ve never done it, so I misunderstood that I did it.”
“I’m a virgin, but I keep treating you like a slut.”
“Does it make you feel good when I tell you that I am a fool and you are a pimp with your prostitutes?”
…Maybe I’m better?
The ultimate ideal of a novelist. Pillar Western Life…
“Why is there no answer?”
“No. I just thought it wouldn’t be bad.”
“Your brother is an irredeemable pervert.”
“Hey. Still, I lived a clean life. I’m a dark-hearted guy, have you harmed others?”
I thought I lived with a clear line between delusion and reality, but Na-eun raised her index finger and pointed at herself.
“Me.”
…I see. You were there
“A victim of my brother’s thoughts being fucked up. He’s here.”
Between my crotch she leaned her face between hers.
Naeun’s warm breath passed over my cock.
“…This is a social evil. Whoa…”
She knew that she was deliberately stimulating my cock.
But I couldn’t fathom her intentions.
What does Hannah want from me?
What on earth did this star savage illustrator want to do?
“Naeun.”
“Yes?”
“Shall I fuck you?”
With no real warning, I tried toss her at her.
It was a question without context or foundation.
“…Hey.”
…This time, I don’t think it’s my mental weakness.
I could confidently say that I listened to her reaction this time.
“…What?”
Naeun, who did not answer for a moment, looked at me with a slightly reddened face.
“Sleep.”
“It’s not your cock, it’s your brother’s flexible brain.”
…This is a bit physiologically uncomfortable.
“Then shall I pierce your hole with my brain?”
“If you’re just going to keep talking about shameful obscenity, I’m going to that house.”
Naeun jumped up from her seat as if she would not listen to me anymore.
“Are you really going? Fuck me. Just one word and this.”
I shook my cock from side to side like an arcade joystick.
“You can chew, chew, and taste.”
She stood on the porch with her bag and even put on her shoes and stood there.
“That… I will listen to my brother when he says that.”
I got up from the bed and ran my cock through her buttocks.
“You really can’t hear me?”
“Brother. G… Now, if I open the door, you’ll see everything outside your brother’s cock?”
With modest threats, she seemed to be trying to send me back.
But I’m the writer of [I’ve imprisoned her].
A writer who saved the behavioral characteristics of lascivious females in Excel.
I was the one who had written down and studied countless lines of heroines who said things that were not in their heart.
“Then, other than you, another cock-mad bitch in heat will come in to wash my stuff.”
If she sprints through the door here, my prediction and hypothesis were wrong.
If she listens to me like this…
“At least… I put up with reporting it, but it’ll be a big deal if I get caught.”
Naeun twisted her body and took off her shoes again.
“Only this time.”
What is this only
You crazy bastard.
…Anyway, I seemed to have realized why she hadn’t reported me.
“Yes. Then you have no choice but to listen to my request, right?”
I put my hand on her shoulder with a smirk.
“Now, Naeun. This is a threat. You are reluctantly fulfilling my request.”
As if to cast a spell on her, I encouraged her to do her bad.
“Say it with your mouth. Park. Ah. Dal. La.”
Every time we spoke word by word, Naeun’s shoulders trembled.
“Mi… Minho oppa.”
Like a scene in a movie, Naeun called my name in the tone of a shy girl confessing to her first love.
A slightly raised ball.
It was visible to the naked eye that saliva was going down her throat.
“Fuck my brother’s cock… Fuck me!”
Clap clap clap
Bravo.
I clapped her inside and smiled at her.
“You worked hard. Naeun-ah. It’s good to go now.”
As if nothing had happened, I put on my underwear again and took out comfortable shorts and put them on.
“Yes…?”
As if Naeun had become a broken robot for a moment, she just blinked her eyes stupidly on the spot.
“I have nothing to do with you today, so go away. You were going to leave a while ago, right?”
“No, but my brother threatened me and just…”
I put her bag back in her hand and pushed her back.
“See you again at school. Naeun!”
“Brother?”
Bang!
Having kicked her out of her, I couldn’t stand her laughter leaking out.
Why didn’t I think of this until now?
I felt like I was treating Naeun as a normal person.
Just by slightly changing the point of view, you can easily reach the correct answer like this.
Opening the chest of drawers, I tore apart the will that I had written in my own handwriting.
Boiled bummer.
At that rate, I was no different from a bandit.
It was refreshing.
I felt like I was going to go crazy.
Until now, the times when I thought I had hurt Na-eun and felt sorry for her made me feel funny.
Actually I gave her her memories.
Even that is no different from engraving beautiful memories that will never happen again.
Even with a bow of thanks, she tried to gaslight me again.
She needed a punishment.
And as a novelist, I knew what the most cruel punishment would be for Na-eun in this situation.
