Until the Stewardess Takes Off the Chains of Humiliation and Humiliation 21

Chapter 21 – The Female Body Being Tamed – 3

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Photos, confessions, recordings, cams, blackmail, pregnancy, and… The diary she couldn’t hide.
Except for the extreme situation, this article is composed largely based on a true story.
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Manager Park took out a tissue and wiped her finger. She was so wet with secretions that it seemed to swell. The smell of Seung-ah wafted through the car. The damp panties and skirt, which seemed to have been soaked in urine, were rather worrying.

“What should I do with my panties?”

Seung-a made a crying sound as she kept wiping her lower lip with the tissue manager Park gave her.

“If anyone sees it, they will know that I ejaculated! The more you go, the more water you get!”

Seung-a felt ashamed and ashamed and was about to go crazy.

“This man really is! Too bad! Why are you making it so hard for me?”
“It’s a sin that you’re pretty.”
“That’s the excuse every day. How naughty!”

Seung-ah’s voice thinned.

“It looks like even the skirt is wet, is that okay?”
“How do you know?”

“I could feel it when I stirred in my pants earlier.”
“You speak very nicely~”

“Keu~ So you don’t like it?”

Manager Park felt that Seung-a had become a lover.

“Then do you want me to be like you?”
“Kiss me on the cheek!”

Manager Park raised her face.

“Why are you like this! If you made a mistake once, you’ll think you’re a lover!”
“The bitch who took a deep kiss too! Come on~”
“Do I really have to say that? It’s because it stimulates me!”

Seung-ah’s lips touched Chief Park’s cheek.

“Do it right!”
“Be patient~ Your greed is too much!”

Seung-a turned her face away.

“Isn’t it cool after being cheap once?”
“…”

“Say it!”
“It’s like that again. I don’t know, it was so crazy. What if I put my dirty finger in there!”

“Still, I was very excited about it!”
“Another lie!”

“It was messy and messy. Look at the window it’s blurry How much I wish I could!”

Seung-a looked around.

“I must be crazy!”
“It’s because I have a good taste for men!”

“Again! Nastily!”
“No kidding! It’s cheap with anticipation!”

“Ahh~ pervert!”
“What a pervert! Four years later, as Chairman Choi said, the female is over!”

In Seung-ah’s mind, the face of Chairman Choi, who was teasing her, came to mind. Seung-ah shook her head. Manager Park started the engine and left. His hand gripped Seunga’s left hand. Just like Chairman Choi did.

‘All men are the same!’

Seung-a sighed and closed her eyes. His whole body was still hot as if it had been engulfed in a ball of fire.

“Where the hell are you going?”
“I’m going to meet someone important, so make an impression.”

“Who are you?”
“Once we meet, we will know!”

“Today I will finish work and spend one night with you!”

Manager Park, who had been driving for a while without saying a word, opened his mouth.

“Whoever wants! Why am I staying with you for one night?”
“I took off work tomorrow for a business trip, so let’s sleep in and rest tomorrow!”

“I’m going home, so whether you’re staying alone for one night or two, you decide!.”
“Today do as I say!”

Seung-ah looked out the window without a word.

After escaping the busy city, Manager Park ran at high speed along the outskirts of the city. Seung-ah, who was looking outside the garage, opened his mouth cautiously when he saw a familiar road.

“Oh! This is the way to the Kwanwoo Art Museum… “
“Ohh! How did you know that?”

Manager Park glanced sideways at Seung-ah as if unexpectedly. His hands were still alternately rubbing Seung-ah’s thighs and breasts. Seung-a looked at his hand with a pathetic expression.

“It’s where I’ve been before.”

Seung-a replied with a stern expression.

“Kwanwoo Art Museum L? Were you interested in art?”
“I am more than interested. Because my dad was also a painter.”

“Okay? I didn’t know that. It’s not even on my resume.”
“It was a long time ago. Painter Kim Kwan-woo was a professor when his father was in art college. Before he passed away, I was invited to an exhibition and went with him.”

“Okay? This is great! Did your father catch the eye of artist Kim Kwan-woo?”

Park’s eyes widened.

“I don’t know. It’s already been more than 10 years. My father used to take care of Kim’s old paintings, so he must have done me a favor.

“Hmm, then, do you have any paintings by Kim Kwan-woo at home? If I had acquired one at that time and kept it, it would be quite expensive by now. Is not it?

Manager Park asked with his eyes wide open. The bridge of his thick nose glistened with oil in the light of the street lamp.

“I used to deliver it right away after two or three months of work, so there’s no way. If there was, Dad would have already told me about it.”

“Oops! Is your father active in painting right now?”

“… “

“Why? What happened?”

“I got into a big fight with my mom and left the house. I even lost contact. It was a long time ago.”

After unconsciously working with such a man about his family, Seung-ah felt depressed for no reason. Manager Park vigorously stepped on the accelerator toward the long, hill-like uphill road.

After about 10 minutes, Manager Park went to the Kwanwoo Museum of Art located on the outskirts of Seoul, as Seung-ah had predicted. It was past opening time, and a barricade had been set up at the entrance to the guardhouse. On the outside of the building inside, only lights were turned on in places, but the entrance to the exhibition hall was firmly locked with an iron gate.

‘Why the hell did I come here?’

Seung-ah tilted his head with a puzzled expression on his face.

The Kwanwoo Museum of Art is a complex cultural space established by investing tens of billions of won in cultural funds from the city of Seoul to exhibit the posthumous works of artist Kwanwoo Kim, who passed away several years ago. The ‘Gwanwoo Museum of Art’ building was directly managed by artist Seobong Kim, the second son who inherited his posthumous works according to the will of artist Kwanwoo Kim.

“Why are you here?”
“You just have to do what I tell you to do!”

Moments later, a security guard in a blue uniform came out of the security booth and stood in front of his car window. Manager Park pressed the button, and the car window slid down.

“How did you come?”

The security guard looked closely at Seung-ah and asked.

“Director Kim called me, but I already have an appointment.”
“Ah! Then, are you Manager Park Min-soo?”
“Yes.”
“Then, leave your ID and go into the parking lot behind the building. The manager is waiting for you now.”

As Seung-ah presented her ID, the security guard watched closely.

“Here is your visitor pass. You can return it when you leave and take your ID.”

The security guard who entered the security booth looked at Seung-ah again with a smile on his face. Conscious of his gaze, Seung-a turned his face to the other side. After a while, there was a sound of ‘kiik~’ and the barricade started to move.

After passing through the entrance, I parked in a dark corner behind the museum building, turned off the engine, and someone was already standing next to the car.

“Welcome. Manager Park!”

A gray-haired man in his 50s opened the car door and welcomed Mr. Park. Seung-a watched them and followed them. The cool breeze made my pants feel even damper. He thought about just taking it off. Then no panties… I gave up because I couldn’t do it.

“This is ‘Cha Seung-ah’, who is also the promotional model for the company I mentioned earlier.”

Manager Park grabbed the arm of Seung-ah, who was standing there awkwardly.

“Welcome. Even so, I already wanted to see you, but now you’re making time. Manager Park was so fond of Mr. Seung-ah. Heh heh heh!”
“My tea is very busy.”
“Ruler! Ruler! The official viewing time is over, but let’s go in and enjoy the works and have a chat while drinking tea.”

Dressed in an improved hanbok, he took the lead in opening the iron door at the back of the exhibition hall and stepping inside. On one wall of the exhibition hall, there was a placard that read “Kwan-woo Kim’s Posthumous Works.”

Upon entering, an exhibition hall with an atmosphere decorated with much more sophisticated lighting appeared than what was seen from the outside. After looking at some of the paintings on display, Seung-ah could no longer suppress her curiosity and asked a question.

“I heard that this art museum is run by the second son of artist Kim Kwan-woo.”
“Oh, it doesn’t hurt to see that you know a little bit about my father.”

The man made an unexpected expression.

“Hey! This person here is director Kim Seo-bong, the second son of painter Kim Kwan-woo. Sorry. I’m late in introducing myself.”
“Ah! You see.”

Surprised, Seung-a barely opened her mouth.

‘I never thought I’d meet the son of artist Kwan-woo Kim, who was a professor at his father’s art college, here.’

While Manager Park and Director Kim Seo-bong had a conversation while looking around the works on display on the second floor, Seung-ah looked around at the paintings on the wall. I fell in love with his unique style of painting, expressing subjects as simply as possible with thick lines reminiscent of oriental paintings on a gray background with numerous dots. And Seung-a put all her attention into each painting as if she were looking for something.

‘Oh! That picture! Okay… It’s clear!’

When Seung-a realized that it was the very work that her father had brought from somewhere and worked with carefully until late at night, she was immersed in a sad recollection.

“Hey! What are you looking at? I don’t even want to go… “

Someone tapped Seung-ah on the back. Seung-ah looked back at him with a startled expression on his face as if he had just woken up from a dream. Director Park’s face, which was disgusting just by looking at it, filled one of Seung-ah’s pupils.

“Looks like you like that picture!”

Director Kim Seo-bong, who was standing next to him, smiled. Seung-ah opened and closed his eyes wide, trying hard to erase the traces of tears from his eyes.

“Now, work is work and we haven’t seen each other in a while, so shouldn’t we have a drink while eating?”

Director Kim looked at Manager Park and got lucky.

“Good!”

Manager Park readily agreed.

“How about Seung-ah?”
“That’s right, don’t ask. Come on. Heh heh heh!”

Manager Park laughed loudly as if trying to stop Seung-ah from speaking. Seung-a was well aware that she did not have many options left.