Chapter 451 – Part 2 3. Closely (5)
Part 2 3. Closely (5)
The thing inside Junhee vibrates. It was a masturbation rotor the size of a woman’s index finger. It was an all-around (?) Rotor that could reach from moderate pleasure to climax depending on usage with its light size and unexpectedly strong vibration. Sodam put it inside Junhee and said while licking her clitoris again.
“Today… One day… Haljjak… Put this in and listen to class.”
“Gee, really?”
What bad taste is this? Joon-hee looked at So-dam in surprise at the middle-aged Pervert uncle’s behavior, but she did not respond to his gaze. Sodam now reminds her of her first assistant, Hyeong-min. If there is a difference, it is that it was a pleasure to be her assistant as Jun-hee. It might feel humiliating to be tamed by her friend, but Junhee knew that Sodam really wanted her, so she decided to accept her desire.
“…Really perverted.”
“Because I’m pervert right.”
To So-dam, who sends a sly smile, Jun-hee makes a face that he can’t stop. Accepting it as her unspoken permission, Sodam adjusted the rotor a little stronger to make her friend feel better. The smile disappears from Junhee’s face and I see her eyes slightly closed to endure the feeling of pleasure. Then, Sodam got up from her toilet seat, sticking her tongue into her clitoris she had been bullying since earlier, and licking it up.
Past several of her smooth mounds, her tongue above her belly button goes back to her breasts. He kissed her breasts, still with her bra off, and rubbed her labia with his fingers as he sucked on her nipples. Jun-hee, thinking that her moans would come out again, covered her mouth with her hand, but So-dam grabbed her wrist and she covered it with her own mouth instead. The two stuck out their tongues and strode into each other’s mouth.
After the sticky kiss, the fun of the day begins in earnest. A little prank by girls. Their adventure to enjoy the lustful thrill. It was only natural that such trivial pranks would be easy for them, who had already gone through extreme experiences that could not be experienced in normal life.
Even so, putting a rotor there in a public place with a lot of people is tense and exciting. As Junhee, who had refilled her bra and straightened her dressing, looked at Sodam with a slightly uneasy look, she whispered to Junhee with her playful smile.
“Don’t worry. I won’t do it too hard.”
“…See you later.”
I check through the crack in the door to make sure no one is outside, and quietly leave the bathroom. As they headed for the elevator, their hands were intertwined.
I don’t know if other school public services are like that, but to sum up my public service work, there was literally no way to explain it other than sucking honey. After doing some work while following the monk, I take a rest in the air-conditioned campus and do some chores that the teachers tell me to do. Then, before I know it, my aunt comes to me and prepares me something to eat, and even checks to see if there is anything difficult. Anyway, the teachers and the staff in the administrative office were at least familiar with each other, so they didn’t make me do such a hard job.
Above all, the best thing is that the value of my labor force here is not so great, but around 3-4 pm, depending on the situation, an order to leave work (?) Comes down. Real active duty soldiers my age are confined to the military and spend 24 hours, even if it is hard, even if it is not hard, anyway, but the public interest is that you can get off work at 6pm and go home. But there, I can go home after 4 o’clock to play, eat, and rest.
I felt sorry for the other incumbents. I can imagine how difficult life they will have in a month at the training center, so I feel like I’m committing a crime when I come home so early to play. Well, even if I apologize now, nothing will change, so this is also just a temporary whim. Let’s buy a meal later when the comrades who went to active duty come out.
Maybe I came home too early, I was the only one in the house. Junhee went to school, her mom went to the hospital (probably), and her grandfather went to work anyway, no matter what he was doing. It’s to the extent that I think that it’s not a public interest, but closer to unemployed. Not being able to control the rest of the time was really no different from being unemployed.
I don’t even think about playing games, and I don’t have anything else to do or do for self-improvement. I’m bored. Lying on the bed and staring blankly at the ceiling, it reminds me of the person I always contacted at times like this. What is Chaekyung doing now? Yiyul She might be flirting with that bastard at school. She knows that it’s not doing me any good to keep thinking like this. Unhealthy thoughts. A delusion that eats away at the mind. But once you think about it, you can’t stop.
When I think about it, it seems that everything around me has been distorted by the bastard since Yul Lee first transferred to my school last year. It’s still in progress, from my childhood friend Chae-Kyung, who I thought we promised each other’s future, to Yoon-Jung, the symbol of my arrogance that was the beginning of all ruin. And now, it’s hard to find anything that doesn’t contain traces of the baby, even the video of the mother full of heartache that the guy did it on purpose. Chae-Kyung has been completely taken away, Yoon-Jeong… Can’t be contacted anymore, and her mother remains the biggest problem to solve.
Yes mom My mother is the biggest problem and crisis I am facing right now. Is there any son in her world who knows that her biological mother is appearing on an adult TV show? Even if something is wrong, it is very wrong, and I can’t think of a way to fix it. No, really? Is there really no way to fix it? I may be ignoring the uncomfortable truth while making excuses that I can’t do it. Even if there is really no proper way, who else is going to solve this problem? Junhee? Grandfather? Or the rate of cheating me knowing everything? It’s a no-brainer. If it wasn’t me, my mom might have to keep making such videos. Against the will, even when you don’t want to.
I jumped out of bed. When there is no clear solution, start with small things. I’m really sorry for Mom, but if you search her bedroom, you might find something. There may be a wig or mask that was used when filming the video, and maybe there is a contract that was forcibly written. There is no way that my mother, a person named Kim Hee-joo, would have filmed a video like that because she really wanted to. He probably had something like a contract he couldn’t refuse, so he sacrificed himself to protect other precious things. I thought so and went into the living room.
Assuming Mom comes straight home from work, she has a little over an hour left. After searching through her birth mother’s room, there was no such thing as unfilial piety, but I firmly decided that I was doing it for her family. Upon entering the room, a warm, pleasant scent wafted around her nose. What should I say, the scent of cosmetics that mom often uses, like shampoo or perfume, but not strong? Is it like my mother’s body odor that I’m familiar with? I feel my mood settle down. This neighborhood is my hometown, but I felt like I was in my hometown.
But now is not the time to dwell on such thoughts. I first looked over my mother’s dressing table. I wouldn’t have put anything out there, but I thought it was important to observe the superficial parts first rather than just rummaging through. Then I opened the closet and looked under the bed, diligently looking for any ‘suspicious items’.
Thinking to myself, I thought that it would be really terrible if anyone even saw this. It’s not my situation, but the way I look in his eyes. A grown-up 22-year-old son rummaging through his mother’s room. There is no such thing as a crazy pervert pup. Even if I have a big meaning (?), Who will know? So I opened my mother’s drawers one by one, thinking that I had to finish it quickly and neatly before anyone came.
Sometimes I see my mother’s diary. I might get some hints by looking at the diary of the most recent date, but I really thought it was over the line, so I stopped. I closed the drawer after confirming that the drawer was filled with various cell phone chargers, earphones, and electronic devices of unknown use. My drawer is also full of spare keyboards, old computer speakers, unused mice and chargers that are not organized.
Then, when you open the next drawer, mom’s clothes come out. If she’s looking for a wig or a costume like that, she’ll have to look for it, but she’s messed up and I don’t have the confidence to put it back together. Don’t do that, as she might get suspicious if you touch her. I closed the drawer and opened the last compartment.
“Ah..”
This. I should have expected Her mom’s underwear is full. It was full of adult women’s underwear, from the plain to the glamorous. Even if you close the drawer quickly, it will not be enough, but the snow does not fall there. Purple, purple, light blue. There are plain white bras with no markings, and black panties with fairly bold designs. The cry of conscience to quickly close the drawer because it is her mother’s underwear and the urge that there is no harm in touching it once fight back. It is smaller than Chae-kyung’s bra, which she took off numerous times, and larger than Yoon-jeong’s bra, which retains the charm of an adult woman. What kind of texture does the underwear of a woman in her late 30s still feel like in her 20s? I want to touch it, but I need an excuse to touch it.
