Chapter 34 – #34. Defeat
Weiying. Weiying.
[Hannah]
As expected, Na-eun called me.
As I was already leaving school, I couldn’t help but laugh.
After Naeun went to my room.
I thought about the build-up of how to punish her in the future.
To be honest, I had no idea where Naeun’s actions were planned.
First of all, I don’t think it was intentional that I got caught on the deadline illustration…
What pissed me off and led me to drag her to a motel?
I guess that was also part of the plan.
It seemed a little vague until there.
However, the patterns of her behavior from then on were clear.
[Please eat me.]
As a virgin, she deceived me, ridiculed me, and gaslighted me so that I could violate her according to her own taste.
The bitch who must have screamed of happiness inside tried to destroy my mentality by telling me that she was raped.
…If she obediently fulfills what she wants like this, even if she underestimates the novelist, it would be too underestimated.
Me. Lee Min Ho.
Tensile force and bending moment calculations aren’t shit, but the theory of female harassment and brainwashing is the best in Korea?
As far as ‘theory’ goes, though. I’ve never actually done that.
Anyway, on purpose, I answered her call very late with a languid voice.
[Uh~ Naeun~ What’s going on?[]
[…Do you say that now?]
Ohh… As expected, she seemed to be very angry.
I felt the echo of a heavy blow that seemed to have been pulled up from the Danjeon.
[Could I do something wrong?]
I asked naturally as if nothing had happened.
[My brother… Gave me… Such… Orders…!]
It seemed that he couldn’t spit out the contents of the instructions in a loud voice, perhaps because it was inside the school.
[Instruction?]
I started acting with the tone that I really don’t know.
[Your brother showed it to me with a cell phone notepad!]
[Ah… That’s… I tried to write a comment for my new work.]
Of course it was Gura.
[I beg your pardon…?]
[It was a comment to put in a new obscene story.]
[Hey… You bastard! Where is that nonsense!]
I had no choice but to take my phone away from my ear for a while because of the sudden increase in volume.
[I… Because of you… Mr. Lee…]
[By the way, Naeun.]
Na-eun, who can’t even speak properly because she can’t overcome her anger.
The name of the cane I will swing at her is…
It was ‘common sense’.
[Why.]
[You…Then, did you really…Soak that line as it is?]
Naeun had no answer for a moment.
I bet you know. If you do that here and now, your appearance will become very funny.
[I put a line in the middle saying not to use your hands… But if you don’t even use your hands…]
Whether you use your hand here or not, this is Na-eun’s defeat.
It was nothing more than a promised defeat.
[…No.]
Naeun’s embarrassed expression flickered in front of her eyes.
You probably want to commit suicide by now.
You might want to jump off the roof.
But this hasn’t even started yet.
[Yes? To be honest, in reality, there is no way that a woman who rubs her pussy and oozes juice in class does not exist.]
[If water comes out with that level of stimulation, that pussy will only be a very loose, loose, medium-high pussy.]
[And until recently, the wife. I don’t think Na-eun, who used to be a slut, did something like that?]
[Howuu…]
Naeun was only uttering strange onomatopoeia, perhaps because she had lost her human language.
Yeah… There’s no way you could get hit by this and stay sane.
There are a few seizure buttons that were intentionally put in.
[That… That’s right… Oppa. I would have done something like that!]
You did. Changed Taeyeon.
A pale bitch gets angry at the thought of being raped while slurping her pussy juice.
[So Naeun. What’s the matter?]
Having already succeeded in exorcising her, I smiled at her and asked her one more question.
[…No. Hang up.]
Na-eun hung up the phone first without listening to me.
Putting my phone back in my pocket, I couldn’t stand the laughter that kept leaking out.
Another student next to me glanced at me with strange eyes, but I felt so thrilled.
Okay. Go home and put on some blankets. Hannah.
Our cute illustrator.
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“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
Returning home, I hit the pillow with my fist.
Whoops… Whoops…
Lee Min Ho. This asshole.
After hanging up the phone with Minho oppa, I trembled with shame all the way back home.
My brother seemed to have realized something and gave me some candy.
That’s a very, very big dick.
I thought I was going to get stuck in the big cock, but I was beaten so hard that I had no choice but to hang up while waiting on the phone.
Curiously, I even prepared an outfit that I would be eaten today, but I let out a groan at the disastrous defeat.
“It’s all about Adah… It’s all about Adah!!!!”
You say that I, who is so pretty, will warm up your pussy and eat you, but refuse it and run home?
The title of eunuch was too wasteful for this.
And honestly, his excuses were so trivial.
New one? A poet?
It sounded like a new song and I fell asleep.
Having read all of the writer’s Q&A bulletin and Q&A, I knew that he had no plans for a new work.
When a reader asked her brother if he had any thoughts on her next or prolific work, her brother left a comment saying that he would focus on this work until the completion of [I imprisoned her].
Even if you say that you are preparing for a new work by conceding 100 steps, does that even make sense?
At 10 in the morning.
In a classroom where everyone else goes.
In modern architecture time explaining archism and archigram.
Why are you showing me a note telling me to wet your pussy until the end of class?
Does oppa really think that’s common sense?
It was clear that my brother had planned this ploy just to annoy me.
He seemed to have some certainty that I would follow his orders.
When thinking about future plans, there was a high probability that his attitude would become a stumbling block.
If this kind of draining prank is repeated over and over again, I probably won’t be able to stand it.
I needed to engrave on my brother what the right attitude toward me was.
As I sat in a chair and twirled my tablet pencil, I came up with a very surprising method.
After returning home and changing into comfortable clothes, I started rummaging through the closet.
“Hmm~”
There was no need to ask the person concerned about what her brother’s favorite outfit was.
Because of his novels. [I imprisoned her.] Felt like a commentary on this issue.
Our Mosol Ada Midwinter writer’s fantasy about women was all contained in the heroines in the novel.
Humm~ Who would be better…
As I scrolled through the names of the heroines as I scrolled down my phone, I put a smile on my lips.
Yes… I’ve decided on you!
As if choosing a character for a game, I clicked on episode 4 of Yoo So-yeon.
That’s right… This episode…
Yoo So-yeon is a heroine with more aegyo than anyone else.
A heroine who made it difficult for even Lee Jin-seong, who has a corner like a psychopath and sadist, to manage his expression.
I started coordinating her with the same outfit as her in the novel.
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Hannah’s episode has already entered the middle.
In fact, the most important part when writing Corruption Training Materials was this middle part.
This is because most of the people who watch the night stories know the ki and the texture.
The content of the story is about how the heroine, an ordinary woman, somehow gets involved with the dark-hearted protagonist.
The result of the vulgar rumor is that the heroine became corrupted and hung on the protagonist’s cock.
Most of the stories were like this or slightly twisted.
If so, where do you win?
It was just how densely and solidly he portrayed the heroine’s psychology and decorated them with charm.
Each episode, each episode, the heroines had to develop affection for the main character slowly and unknowingly.
Hate begins. The middle part is hateful. Finally, with perfect love.
[Naeun. I will give you a choice.]
[Naeun frowned and gave a suspicious look.]
[…A choice? Don’t say anything funny. People who talk about choice have been forced to do so. Do you do something like that?]
[This time, I’m serious. I won’t lay a hand on your body this time. Instead…]
[Jinseong’s fingernails brushed the tips of her nipples.]
[If you leave here as it is. My relationship with you also ends here.]
[For some reason, Naeun, who should have jumped out according to common sense, just stood still and bit her lip.]
[Lee Jin-seong…]
Mmm… Not bad.
The content itself is not bad, but as I kept using the name Na-eun over and over again, the face of our Ilerenim Na-eun came to mind.
That moment when I thought I should stop going in and out of the house using illustration work as an excuse.
Ding-dong.
9 p.M.
It was a bit late, but it seemed that someone had come to visit me.
It’s not delivery food or courier… Who the hell…
“Who are you?”
“Open the door.”
…Anyway, the heroine in the novel seemed to have no intention of leaving me alone.
