Chapter 185 – 27. Bridge Building (7)
27. Bridge building (7)
Ga-hye, who was standing still and looking at her underwear, turned her head slightly to see her Ki-young. He was putting on her clothes, staring at her, shaking her cock with her hand. Since he was inside Ga-hye, his masturbation was hidden by her tan body, but since they were two people with such a large weight class difference, it was probably seen by other men watching here.
But now, while hiding her body as much as possible, some of the men watching Ga-hye were already shaking their erect penises, just like Ki-young. In this men’s locker room, which has become an abnormal space because of her presence, there was no big problem even if something abnormal happened. No, they probably won’t be a problem. There was only one thing the men here could take issue with, and that was Ga-hye’s attitude of hesitation.
Now that she’s indulged in the no-go zone and smells like a bitch of hers, she’s got to take responsibility and meet these guys’ expectations. Ga-hye knew that too, so she put an end to her momentary hesitation and put her underwear on her chair.
The men’s attention was briefly focused on her underwear, but when Ga-hye slipped her fingers under the shoulder straps of her swimsuit, everyone’s attention focused on her upper body. Bend her thumbs over her shoulder straps, pull them all the way, and drop them over her shoulders. Her copper-smooth shoulders made her mouth water so much that she wanted to lick them right away. The shoulder straps of her swimsuit went all the way down to Ga-hye’s forearm, and when the upper part of her breast was exposed, the man started to masturbate her a little more.
There is nothing more to delay. Her opposite shoulder strap also came down, revealing her breasts now just above her nipples. Some say that it is more beautiful to stop here, but 99% of men will want to see the stem of the fruit right below. Knowing that silent desire well, Ga-hye tried to expose her upper body, but then the bottom of her swimsuit, which was caught between her hips, began to bother her.
I’m going to take it off anyway, so it didn’t matter whether it was intervened or not, but this is also a skill that makes men anxious, and it’s also one of the pleasures of waiting. She slipped her fingers into her bathing suit, pulled it out of her buttock, and released it. A very soft sound flowed through the air from her hips and reached the eardrums of many men.
Then she puts her hand back towards her armpit, grabs her bathing suit and pulls it down slowly. The boundary between the bronze skin and the blue polyester gradually came down, eventually producing the result everyone wanted. Ga-hye’s nipples, which showed how excited she was, became even harder as she sniffed the outside air, like her wet cunt.
Her heart, which she longed for so much, was revealed, but men soon began to have other greed. Now, what they want is deep down far below that. The importance is such a place that can’t be compared to the chest. Even if it is violated, unlike breasts that leave no permanent traces, it is a place that can leave permanent consequences on a woman’s body.
Maybe that’s why, someone started to overdo it. Ga-hye and Ki-young, who kept checking their surroundings while pretending not to, see the lens of their cell phone peeking out. This doesn’t work. There should never be a possibility that a record will be left and spread to the world. Just like Ki-young, who stopped masturbating and pulled up her panties, Ga-hye pulled up her swimsuit again to cover her body, quickly got dressed and packed her things.
Sensing that the banquet was over, the men were seized with vague expectations and anger at the selfish man who ruined it, but they did not have the courage to move from their seats and do something. There were also men who masturbated while watching Gahye, driven by her sexual desire, but they were still not sure what the situation was. Can I enjoy watching Gahye, or can I do something more excessive? Or, I don’t know if this is all part of a crime and it’s a ploy to extort money by blackmailing me later. So they stayed still, still.
Ga-hye, her clothes loosely draped over her swimsuit, puts on her mask, puts on sunglasses, and even pulls on a hat, and Ki-young steps ahead. The men each turned their backs on him and did their thing, as if they were saying they hadn’t seen each other. The two quickly walked out of the locker room and completely left the pool building, leaving everyone there full of regret and regret.
After greeting her fellow teachers in her parking lot, Hee-young opened her car door and climbed into her seat. She put on her belt, put her keys in, and sighed as if to say something about her tiring day, clutching her phone in her hand. After her cell phone for her back account broke and she uploaded her lewd image on her daily life cell phone, she never took her cell phone off her body. No matter how much she locked herself up and cared about her safety, she couldn’t help but feel uneasy.
Just as I was about to start the car, my cell phone rang. What appeared on the brightly lit screen was a messenger alarm. I had everything about advertisements silenced, but who sent what this time? Hee-young, who unlocked her through her fingerprint recognition, was startled to see her message.
– Betty, right?
Her heart fluttered, and even though her heart could not move from its original position, it sat down a span. She couldn’t overcome her desire and touched it. From that day on, the element of her anxiety that she had always had finally exploded. She is herself, she is not herself in lewd accounts, but she herself in real life has been exposed to someone. The result of her carelessness, ignoring without grounds that she would be okay with what she should have prevented at all costs, came to her now.
– No. I’ll block you.
Hee-young denied her opponent’s words, calming her trembling fingers as much as she could. She doesn’t know what will happen, but she goes into the messenger settings to block him quickly, and another message arrives.
– Kim Hee-young, a teacher at XX High School. GG Apartment #East @Ho.
In an instant, tears burst out. It’s nonsense. The opponent knows all of his or her identity. How can it be, how can it be… It was just part of her desire to relieve her sexual desire because she was lonely and she felt sorry for her husband who didn’t look back at her. Her mad drive of regret takes hold of her and won’t let go. Her limbs, no, her whole body, trembled like a patient who had a seizure. Cold sweat and tears flowed, and even the screen of the cell phone did not work properly.
Not even knowing her circumstances on her side, her opponents started to push her further just because she didn’t reply.
– Husband Anjong Park. Engaged in OO business. His son, Park Se-hyeok.
– Active as SNS nickname BeXXA. The most recent video was uploaded at K: P on November ?
– Please stop.
Hee-yeong wiped her hands diligently, barely typing a word. The sleeves of her dress were drenched with her tears and sweat, and smeared makeup added a bleakness to her fair face.
– You don’t want your husband or colleagues to find out about your nature of masturbating with your own breast milk, right?
Sounds obvious. It should not be known to them or anyone else. It was something that the person I was texting now shouldn’t even know about.
– If you listen carefully to what I tell you, the secret will be guaranteed.
Really? I can’t believe it, but there is no other way to believe it. If she really wanted to ruin Hee-young’s life, she would have just exposed it. None of the thoughts that flashed through her mind were positive. Like common phishing scams, they can ask for money, or they can use the fact that they are high school teachers to lure them into irregularities in the entrance exam. But the most likely thing is that he wants the body, Hee-young’s body.
No matter what she thought, her heart was not at ease and her spirit was not calm, but she had no other answer to her. Even if she suffered like hell, she thought it would be better than total ruin, she replied.
– What do you want to do?
– Come to the sending place.
After checking the address he sent, Hee-yeong tried to turn the key back to his car, but stopped and put her head on the steering wheel. Her tears, which hadn’t stopped since before, flowed more violently. With her endless weeping, she only sobbed for a while. She couldn’t do anything why did I do that No matter how much I regret it, it’s useless. Really, all I can think of is the hopeless thought that everything is over.
Barely picking herself up, she drove her car to where her opponent was told to come. Outlying cities and abandoned malls. Businesses that do not directly welcome guests seemed to be still in operation, but most of the buildings seemed to have long since been untouched by humans. What is he trying to get her to do in this place where, like her Hee-yeong, her young woman will be in bad shape if she goes alone?
– To the men’s bathroom on the 3rd floor of the NN building.
If she was taken to the men’s room in a place like this, she knew what she would be doing. If there is really no other way to protect herself and her family, she can’t help it, but she still wants to avoid that, clinging to her cell phone.
– Please let me keep my body.
Could it be that the desperateness contained in those short words was conveyed? The opponent did not answer for a long time. In front of this dark building with no lights and no signs of presence, Hee-yeong trembled with fear as she waited for his reply.
– Just do what you’re told to do.
Should I consider this fortunate? What’s the use if what you’re told is harming your body? Heeyoung suddenly remembered a movie she had seen a while ago. A woman who used to live a life of nothingness becomes in charge of delivering drugs for some reason and gets caught up in terrible incidents. In her film, she completely ruined her life and left it irreparably broken. She kept seeing her face overlapping with herself, and Hee-yeong lost strength in her legs.
Dizzy and dizzy, she leaned against the wall. Again she tried to break out in tears, but she held back her fear that somewhere along the way she might be watching her on the other side of the messenger. Isn’t it the physiology of this floor that if she shows a weak side, she will be used and humiliated more severely. She had to endure
