Chapter 73 – Home
“Heh… Heh… Ah, ah… Ah!”
Seunghoon vigorously shook his waist.
Holding on to Hye-yeong’s tight waist, her girlfriend and childhood friend, she used her moaning as a stepping stone to move her waist roughly to finish her vaginal cum shot.
“Haa… Haa… What are you doing these days…? Why are you being so rough…”
Hyejeong, who had laid her body on the bed gasping for breath, asked questioningly.
But her boyfriend, Seung-hun, didn’t say anything and just looked at her lying on her back with her back.
It sucks.
His cock, which had been pouring out watery, cloudy semen, was still vigorously erect and touched Hye-young’s butt.
“Haa… It’s already the second time. Aren’t you having a hard time?”
“…”
Normally, if I did it twice, I would die like a bean sprout head, but these days, it didn’t seem to be the case at all, and I was still raising my head.
Whenever that happened, Hye-young was both happy and tired of the fact that her boyfriend was so healthy.
Well, that’s because no matter how much water was drained out by mouth and hands, and even when it was driven in, it was still standing as if it was not satisfied.
In this way, she felt that the reason she met him was not because she was in love, but simply to relieve her sexual desire.
As proof of that, it was becoming a daily routine to make an appointment and go straight to the motel when we met.
“You’ve been weird ever since.”
Hyeyoung tried hard and met her eyes with Seunghun.
“Yeah… Ha, you suddenly became weird after seeing Jiyoung and Minhun having sex at school and imitating them.”
“…”
As she said, her boyfriend seemed to be dissatisfied with sex with her as the number of times he was absent-mindedly increased since that day, as if he had lost an important screw.
Why is that? Though he thought and pondered, the answer did not come.
Jiyoung is so pretty, but she did see her having sex with her lover, but not exactly.
She wasn’t even completely undressed, her back was showing and she was only wearing short sleeves, so she only had bare arms.
Even so, shouldn’t Hye-yeong have to see Kang Min-hoon’s strong body and leave a lasting impression of her. She was upset about something
“Why don’t you say anything? Make an excuse!”
It’s not like that with a normal man, and he has to make excuses because he’s not feeling well these days, but Seunghun kept his mouth shut.
Wouldn’t this be like being taken away by Jiyoung right in front of her eyes?
“Hey!”
The more I thought about it, the more my anger grew.
There was nothing wrong, but now the arrow of anger was aimed at Jiyoung, and the arrow of anger that was worse than that was directed at Seunghun.
It’s just… I’m starting to hate it all.
“Say it!”
Gradually the accent got stronger and he grabbed Seunghun by the shoulder and shook him around.
“Really… That’s too much.”
Seeing him not even opening his mouth in the end, he finally showed tears.
“Why are you like that? Shouldn’t I be like that?”
Apart from his looks, he had never seen him naked before, but he saw Kang Min-hoon’s broad shoulders, firm chest, and abdominal muscles with his own two eyes.
Maybe because of that, I keep comparing myself to Seunghun’s body, where his chest and belly are convex due to his flesh.
“How… How could that be?”
At a glance, it was clear that the reason why he was not satisfied with her sex was because of Jiyoung’s back and her moaning.
He didn’t even see her naked, he didn’t see her feeling, and he didn’t even see her genitals, so he reacted like this because of those two factors.
“Yeah… Don’t say it. Just don’t.”
I gave up.
He doesn’t even respond, as if he didn’t want to talk from the beginning, so why would he stay here and keep talking?
“Don’t contact me. Let’s keep our distance for a while.”
Some people do not hesitate to exercise for the sake of their loved ones and try to maintain a beautiful body.
Some people try to pretend to be bright even when things are hard so that the person they love doesn’t become a burden.
Even if someone hears that you’re terrible compared to other people’s boyfriends, you say it’s not so, and there are so many good things.
“Pup…”
Hye-yeong draped her clothes over her body and left her room.
Left alone in the room, Seunghun bit his lower lip hard enough to bleed.
“Fuck… Fuck. I don’t want to do this either… Fuck I don’t.”
He struck the soft Matrix with a clenched fist.
Once, twice, three times, he continued to slash and express his anger.
“Haha…”
He let out a erratic breath and looked at his still-erect cock, as if he wasn’t satisfied with Hye-young’s body.
“Fuck.”
He held his naturally erect cock in his hand and shook it.
Then, in my head, I recalled Jiyoung’s back and her moans.
“Uhhhhh.
I’ve been with her since elementary school, I fell in love with her as I entered her middle school, and the day of her high school graduation. She started to masturbate thinking of Ji-young, a girl in her class whom she had tried to ignore, saying that she was not her girlfriend, Hye-young, whom she had courageously confessed to, but that she was the flower on the cliff.
“Ugh…!”
As I masturbated imagining her, I was quickly caught up in her sense of ejaculation, and her semen came out.
The semen stretched out vigorously and began to drip onto the sheet and seep into it.
“…”
Would masturbating imagining Jiyoung have any effect? Then, slowly, her erection waned.
Even if he ejaculated twice through Hye-yeong, he had no intention of getting it resolved.
“Fuck…”
He cursed again and put his hand to his forehead.
It shouldn’t be like this. Hyeyoung was the only person he loved besides her family, but his head kept thinking of Jiyoung and her body seemed to be reacting only to her.
If they had mixed their bodies even once, they would understand, but even though they didn’t mix their bodies, they felt sorry for themselves.
So I pretended to ignore Hyeyeong’s words earlier. That’s why she didn’t open her mouth.
Because she was so pitiful and ugly that she made any excuses.
Before he knew it, his hand was on the smartphone on the table.
With the intention of apologizing to Hye-young even now, she had called to tell her to forgive her just once.
However, the name of one person who would have passed by casually in the past. The name Yoon Ji-young caught my eye and the scrolling finger stopped moving.
Her head screams that she shouldn’t be like this, so go ahead and call Hye-yeong. Oddly enough, his fingers were calling Jiyoung.
Turrrr.
A connection sound was heard.
My heart raced like crazy and my head shook naturally.
However, as if resisting when he tried to hang up, his fingers were hardened like stones and did not move.
[Hello?]
After a while, the connection sound cut off and a voice full of doubts was heard.
It was definitely the voice of Jiyoung, the person he wanted.
As if she hadn’t changed her number yet, she answered his call.
“That… Jiyoung?”
[Uh. Why?]
A dry voice that cannot find positive reactions such as joy and pleasure and negative reactions such as dislike.
That meant that the person she didn’t even care about was Seunghun.
“What, what are you doing?”
[Suddenly?]
“I-I’m just curious about what you’re doing.”
The voice sharpened slightly.
Perhaps he noticed that her girlfriend was calling him out of the blue.
[Are you having sex?]
“…”
She said calmly.
Are having sex
I wondered if this was something I would say to a classmate I hadn’t seen in a while.
And the thought of her being this far-fetched made her laugh.
Maybe it’s actually a slut. His heart thumped, thinking that he might be a slut spreading his legs open to any man.
“With who?”
Of course.
[Who is it? Hunji.]
My name is Kang Min-hoon.
[Huh…? Ah… I like it there.]
A strange moaning tickled my ears.
The cock, which had finally been calmed down by taking a step out earlier, stood up again.
“Hey… Jiyoung.”
A rag will fit.
No, it’s clear.
Honestly, what woman would have sex with her boyfriend in front of others. It makes no sense. But wouldn’t it make sense if it was a rag?
And if she was trying to seduce him… It made sense.
Also, if Kang Min-hoon had been there, he would not have let him keep calling because he didn’t like himself for calling at this late hour.
Even if I don’t take the phone away, I’ll have to say something from the side. However, male voices, including Kang Min-hoon, could not be heard at all.
Another man… Yeah. Could it be that she is with another man?
[Uh, uh uh.]
The tremor in his voice grew louder and louder.
“Let’s do it with me.”
Said.
When I was in high school, I brought up the word to a woman who was everyone’s idol.
[Isn’t this bastard crazy?]
The answer was not Jiyoung’s, but a familiar male voice.
Was I really Kang Min-hoon?
[Wow… This is really a piece of shit?]
A woman’s weeping sound was heard along with an absurd voice.
[Heyyeong, it’s okay.]
“Hye, Hyeyoung?”
Could Hyeyoung be there too? Why? Since when was she?!
Her hands and feet were trembling.
[I did it by chance. Wow… Seunghun. You fuck Stay out of my sight.]
The phone was hung up with coercive advice.
Seunghoon stared blankly at the blank wall.
