Chapter 141 – My Son Can’t Be That Naughty (2).
Episode 140, My son can’t be that naughty (2).
Tack-, Tack-, Tack, Tack
The sound of wooden drums echoed through the room, and a line of people came in, raising their palms next to the monk kneeling on a thick cushion.
“Ryu, it’s good. I didn’t think many people would come, but a lot came… Cage must be happy too.”
Thank god.
I was worried that her mother, who was going to the bathroom to get ready, might notice what had happened the night before.
She looked at her still, as if thrilled, anxious to see if the dye I had painted on her wrist might have floated slightly on her Midori, stealing her eyes.
“Midori, you look very tired. How about going back and resting a bit?”
I said, looking at the dark circles under her eyes. It was her body that had been tormented from last night until sunrise. Even if she had no memories, it was clear that her body had reached its limit.
“Ad-Ryu, it’s been a while since I’ve been called by my first name, so it’s awkward…”
Turning around behind her, Midori peeked at her grandmother whom she met yesterday, who was quite lascivious with her mouth. Probably because the countryside was originally small, most of the villagers who came to condolence today knew that we were lovers.
‘To that face, it’s even weirder to say mom.’
Perhaps, it’s strange that I don’t see myself as a psychopath talking nonsense. That’s why it was roughly surrounded by lovers.
“Then, sit here and rest for now.”
“Is that okay?”
“Because it’s okay. Standing with black eyes like a panda, that’s more of a nuisance to people. Everyone is worried.”
Midori grabs her by the shoulders and presses her down so that she sits down. She was worried, but she didn’t resist, it was like she was definitely tired.
I looked at the woman at the farthest edge while chewing on what I had thought earlier, that she might be seen as a psychopath.
Wearing a dress that cut off her bottom breasts, she sat in a wheelchair. The forearm reflected in the material of her thin dress showed whether there was a person who looked like an assistant behind her.
A woman with brown hair and auburn eyes. It was Aori.
‘Should I call her Aunt?’
Her eyes have become dynamic eyes, and Aori is just staring at the picture of the portrait.
She was the complete opposite of the lively one I had seen in my dreams. She was told she was mentally ill and she was put in the ward, but it was the first time she had ever seen it in person.
I was told he was younger than my legal father, so he must be in his mid-thirties now.
She was a tomboy who was always wearing twin tails in her dreams as well as in her dreams. She is now sitting in a wheelchair with her hair growing to her back.
‘Did he say he was completely out of his mind because he took a lot of medicine?’
I’ve been told she’s in serious condition, so she won’t be able to help.
The person who appeared to be the blue-haired assistant behind her also said that it would be best not to contact her as much as possible.
It seemed to her that just coming here was a great adventure.
‘By the way, how many people did this grandmother block the door of condolence?’
Her daughter-in-law, granddaughter, grandson, and sister-in-law.
She wondered why the condolence door had been blocked until now. No matter how much she went crazy enough to be hospitalized in a mental hospital-.
Taken by her own uncles, she was beaten to death by mecha kucha. She probably didn’t tell my mother that she had sold Midori out of jealousy of having my legal father alone.
“It must have been very hot last night.”
It is this grandmother who opens her flounder eyes and tells us that her next-door grandmother teasing us, that even Aori couldn’t come to this house. She seemed to be a rumor that there was one in the neighborhood.
“Ha ha… No, grandma.”
“No, what’s wrong, someone turned off last night, turned off! I haven’t been able to sleep all day because you’ve been harassing me.”
At her grandmother’s words, her grandfather and grandmother, who were looking at us, and middle-aged men who looked quite old, chuckled.
Have you heard it all? It’s a waste. I forgot that the elderly do not sleep at night, and that houses made of wood are not soundproof at all.
I immediately lowered her head and looked at her mother.
Fishy fish, puiuuuuu-
I let out a sigh of relief right away, and in case Midori, who was blowing soap bubbles through my nose, might wake up, I grabbed her uncomfortably bent head and made her lean against my thigh.
The adults who look at me like that and tease me mischievously. In the countryside, the repetition of rural work and sleep is always boring, but these adults had a peculiar look.
“As expected, my husband should be kind. With my nobleman, Maengki, who went to the goal, there shouldn’t be anything as unsightly as that when your cock is soft and pretends to be manly and acts hard.”
“Glitch, glitch. Still, I saw Ya passed out of breath last night. It must be terrifying.”
Since they are seniors, they can’t even say anything they hate and pass their embarrassment over with a shy smile-.
Took-
Her mother hit her thigh with her forehead. Before she can lower her head, her mother rises from her seat and clings to my arms.
“Are you going to be terrifying? From that thickness, it was beautifully straight.”
Midori stroking my forearm, hinting at the length of my cock… A pink slut, not Midori. Her hair seemed to struggle to keep it brown, but she couldn’t hide the sparse pink hair, as if it had been partially dyed.
As if reminiscing about how hot it was yesterday, a pink slut boasts. I wanted to knock out the carotid artery right away, but I couldn’t because of the people around me.
Twisting her body here and there, the a pink slut she boasts dry-mouthed, and the elders quickly disappearing, clicking her tongue as if it’s no longer fun at her confident reaction.
“So I came yesterday, ah ah- ♡
I don’t know how far I’m going to say it, but after being bullied like that last night, he seemed to have no intention of coming to his senses at all.
“Stop it, what are you doing? Here.”
“Ha-!, Ryu, I’m still very sensitive.”
She winks at me
“Well, going down will take too long, so should I take it up as soon as possible?”
Her head hurt from a pink slut acting like fella by poking her cheek with her tongue.
“For now, follow me.”
*
Originally, regardless of whether guests come or whoever comes, it is polite throughout all times and places to not enter the kitchen without permission except for the landlord, especially the hostess.
She was still bruised from that, and a pink slut, who had once again grabbed her sharp wrist, leaned her body against the sink and looked up at her Liu.
A pink slut’s body trembles spontaneously at Ryu’s scary expression while holding his wrist.
As if the events that had happened while the moon was up today had no effect, there was fear in a pink slut’s eyes as he looked at Ryu.
‘Still, I’ve been making poison attacks for over 10 years.
It would take a little longer for her still shaking shoulders to get better, but a pink slut didn’t matter.
Yeah, it’s okay if it doesn’t come out.
A pink slut knows that it’s okay if he doesn’t come out hiding behind Midori. On top of that, Midori, who sacrificed her whole life for her daughter and Ryu – although of course she herself is also Midori – was a pink slut, who thought she needed compensation.
As soon as her legs gave out anyway, she crouched down on her ground as if to sit down, and asked Ryu with a dignified face.
“Why? Will you make me stop sucking?”
Seeing Ryu holding her forehead and bursting into lamentation, her a pink slut giggled as if it were fun. It was funny how she held her fists while shaking her fists as if she wanted to hit them.
“What, or-. Hey, should I go and seduce the man who raises the cow? I’ll add a stepdad to your fancy family fun. How is it going to be fun?”
A pink slut, who had squeezed her breasts as if full of milk inside and moved her pants up and down as if doing Paisley, got up and moved her body to go out of the kitchen.
A pink slut, who was bewitchingly shaking her ass, drew her wide dress and provoked Ryu by shaking her easy-birthing hip, who wanted to impregnate her cock right away.
“Damn it… , What do you want?”
Kek-!
A pink slut, who was dragged along with the nape of her neck caught by her, put her on her back as if she was about to fall, and began to whisper.
*
Swoop-
The sound of the air, like her snake’s whisper, penetrated her ears, which were closed as much as her heavy eyelids, and entered her head.
Her ears opened and she heard her hum and felt something warm and hard pressing against her cheek.
Actually, it was her cheek that was pressing down, not something, but that’s what Midori thought.
Back-
‘This is inconvenient…’
If her pillow is uncomfortable, Midori has a habit of always squeezing her pillow to make it more comfortable. She immediately raised her hand and pressed it with the palm of her hand to loosen the lumps in her cotton.
Something big that can be held in the palm of your hand. It was so thick that you could mistake it for being a hollow in the countryside, but snakes are cold-blooded animals. It couldn’t have been this hot.
‘So what? This?’
Sniff-
Something, a thick, oppressive smell, like her palm pressing on her heart right now.
The pheromones pricked her nerves, tickling her lower legs.
She naturally moved her arm that was on her body, pressed it between her crotch and began rubbing her thigh.
Snooze, snooze-
The sound of her black dress rubbing against her thighs. The sound must have attracted the attention of the owner of the thigh, and it came along with his voice.
“Stop it now and wake up, Midori?”
Pounding! Pounding!
The sound of the pulsating blood vessels in her ears seemed to run through her bones.
Even Midori didn’t know if it was the sound coming from her erect cock in her ears or from her heart.
Midori stopped the speed at which she gently rubbed her thighs, and as if she hadn’t woken up yet, she let out a drool-like sound and moved her head around.
‘Rather than that, why is he standing there now?’
Midori, watching Ryu get her morning erection, felt awkward as her erect cock thumped her cheeks, even as she played her silly pranks.
This morning, when I greeted the condolences and the monk at the front door.
I could hear the old women’s sly laughter. It was Midori, who had been in denial with her face blushing at the words of the elders who said that she couldn’t sleep because it was noisy last night.
Of course, it was Midori who came up with something in her dream, but her dream was a dream. Perhaps, since it was a quiet country, Midori thought it was too playful.
‘Or, in case you are dreaming… Did you just spit out a groan?’ Thought Midori. She was the one who thought that if it was true, she would die of embarrassment at her son.
In fact, kissing her, sneaking up on her, wiggling her ass, or sticking her tongue in. That could be her prank because her ryu knows she doesn’t see her as more than her mother. It was her prank to do.
Took-
Just like now, with Midori possessed by the specter of maybe-, she couldn’t playfully play with Ryu like before.
Because of the sentence ‘A mother should do this!’, Which was deeply embedded in her head.
Swoop-
Flinch.
If it had been like before, she would have believed that her kind son was stroking her to put her to sleep, as if to disturb her sleep, but she felt her touch a little differently.
Ryu’s hands, who thought he could only touch his hips with curves like a ridge, brushed his buttocks, which were tightly rolled up as if he were sleeping.
Startle-.
Even though she could clearly feel the tremors, her fingers, barely crossing the line that separated her riding flesh from her hips, grazed the seam of her undergarments she was wearing.
Her mother thought that she should be modest, so she did not wear clothes that showed off her figure, but her underwear was gorgeous to match at a middle-aged age-now, anyone can see ○ a face of hardship.
Black, but thin, see-through panties. Ryu’s fingerprints, which were moving along the curves of the panties embroidered with various flowers, reached the tip of the panties that cut deep, revealing the pure white buttocks.
At the same time, I worry about what to do if my son misunderstands that his mother is young or that she wears filthy underwear.
Ryu’s hand, which was slightly raised, slapped her buttocks wet with sweat from tension.
“Huh-.”
The moment when Midori barely covered her mouth, and Ryu’s fingers wrapped around her like a whip felt like they were going deep into her buttocks. Midori felt goosebumps at something running down her groin and tensed her erect muscles to get up.
“Ah, mother.”
Her Ryu’s face looking at her.
It’s the same face as usual, but it feels different.
‘If… , Really?’
