Chapter 9 – The Invisible Man Howled (3) (Cover Mao)
#008. The invisible man howled (3).
I tried to ignore the ‘chump’ sound I felt in my sensitive ears. I mean, I’m in class right now.
With this perfect glasses man concept, it was very difficult to lose sight during class. All it took was a few glances at the rejection rising from within.
Anyway, if I turned my head now, all I could see was a dirty, furry ass.
As a gyaru girl who expresses her opinion confidently, I thought she would rebel or make a fuss, but-.
It was a wrong expectation.
As a gyaru, I thought I might be enjoying it. The concept of a gyaru girl is usually a sensitive body and an open mind.
I can’t see anything, as long as it feels good.
It was because they were women who enjoyed wandering around.
Public masturbation during class was a situation that gyaru would love. Due to the nature of the gyaru who care about appearance, if you see that invisible person’s appearance, you will start a fight and hate it, but if you get stuck a few times, you’ll be self-absorbed.
‘This is why I have to filter it.’
The race of gyaru had already gone as corrupt as they could, and they were not even worth saving.
You might see the remark I just made as racist, but-.
The only things I’ve ignored while watching crimes so far are a pink slut and Gyaru.
They were beings to be trusted and filtered out in this world.
The only good gyaru was a gyaru who ended his life as a slut and drifted with pure love. The problem is that even after that gyaru, who was born again, becomes a married woman, there is a high possibility that she will fall again.
Clise hides her past, asks Pong Pong Nam, and is beaten by a man who knows her past.
The pom-pong tax system is so filthy that it seems like it will flow backwards with a ‘hip’!
“Whoa… “
That’s why I let them get on my nerves. The value of a gyaru to me is lower than class time.
You could catch that invisible man and put it away during breaks.
Anyway, I have to catch that invisible man so that the nurse, Rika, who attached a mechanical device to these glasses to see the invisible man, will be quiet for a while.
After just a few bumps with a strange-looking hammer and screwdriver, my glasses made it look like that of a boy detective who lives his entire life as an elementary school student.
Rika explains things, but the physics of a different world that eats probability is not to understand, but to memorize.
If you try to understand, you will fall into the intoxication.
While the teacher was reading the textbook and explaining, I looked back for a moment. Gyaruya, no matter what happens, I can’t stand to see that invisible man harm the good classmates, so I had to keep an eye on it even a little bit.
‘Is it still there?’
Her silky hair, as if she had managed it, was strewn across the desk.
I don’t know what kind of expression the gyaru is making, but I could easily predict that she was making a messed up face as she shook her shoulders.
Before she knew it, a puddle had formed under her chair.
‘I don’t like it.’
And that guy wiggling her ass, making nasty noises. Unlike when I was Golden Sun, I felt strangely uncomfortable.
“Chief, what does the narrator mean by the hot coat in this poem?”
As soon as I heard the teacher’s question, I immediately stood up.
Showing a perfect attention posture, I pondered the title that the teacher called me, thinking about the answer to the question the teacher asked me.
‘It’s the class president.’
The concept of this perfect man with glasses seemed like he didn’t want to waste his job as class leader.
If you dare to commit such a disorderly conduct in my class that goes against school rules, you need guidance and admonition. I guess that’s what it feels like.
After holding the frame of my glasses and showing my intelligence, I answered the teacher’s question.
“A hot coat is the woman the narrator wants. Namely her hardships on her way to love, and the means by which he can reach her. As she splits the hot coat, the range of her that the narrator wants gradually expands, and eventually she becomes a crowd and later becomes a coat… “
“…Excellent. Have a seat.”
It was a poem of some familiar phrase. It’s been so long that I don’t remember it well, but in my previous life, I was a snorer. Faint memories of being deeply moved pass by.
‘I miss you… ‘
I don’t know if I miss this poem or the days when I could only be comfortable with it.
I opened the book and diligently underlined it. Because I needed to focus.
‘Peace of mind.’
– Churup.
Click
The lead is broken and crumbled to the side. I turned my head and looked at the time hanging on the wall.
Tick
– Churup
Tick
The sound of the second hand passing is somehow more clearly audible.
*
“Heuuuuu!”
Suffering from the thrill of passing her breath, Mao’s breathing was rougher than that of someone who had already run 100 meters at full speed.
It was hard to even breathe due to the faster heartbeat, but it was all the more because she was covering her mouth with her hand.
“Huh…”
Now sweet nasal sounds began to flow between her fingers.
‘Something is sucking my precious place.’
At first she was terrified, she was the one who peed on her wild monster, but now she was just slurping something else.
Mao felt the long, lithe tentacles dig into her own cunt amidst the mysterious creature, sucking at her side as if it were devouring her own cunt.
Her place was already sucked and swollen.
Something squeezed through the clenched flesh and slipped inside her.
“Hee, hee!”
‘I came inside. There’s something strange and hot inside me.’
There, where she hadn’t even put her finger, and what appeared to be a tongue licked up the hard membrane she had always felt, then raised her tip firmly and pounded her membrane.
Each time the monster’s tongue tapped on her solid door. In her head, it was like a battering ram dumped her brain into mush.
Mao’s waist, which was soaked in her pleasure, did not listen to her and turned the chair, which was already slippery, with a ‘tsubub, tsubub’ sound.
As if it was time for her intense pleasure to climb up her spine, it hit her head and returned to the source of the sensation.
It’s the only spot that sticks out from under her navel. The stiffened clitoris swelled even more.
A feeling as if you are about to urinate.
‘It looks like it’ll be cheap.’
Mao lifted his head slightly and looked around with cloudy eyes. Her friends who are still working hard on the phone as if they have no intention of studying. And other students who are paying attention in class.
“Huh, huh… “
‘If I give it away here…’
Rumors will spread throughout the school that you are a manneken pee!
An obsession deeply embedded in her brain, where not a single wrinkle could be found because her brain, which was already wrinkled with pleasure, had become mushy.
And maybe a more primal fear.
That you can break away from the crowd and be alone.
‘I can never eat it here!’
Her tenacity had already been released, giving strength to her tattered thighs.
Dew-
Her chair pushed back, and Mao slammed her desk hard to distract her.
From the teacher who was conducting the class, to the students in his class and the friends right next to her.
Boom!
In an instant, all eyes turned to Mao.
With her superhuman willpower, Mao stood with her legs strained and her own thighs tightened.
Hehe, I’m going to go to the bathroom for a while!”
Apart from that strong will, her face was vulgar. A face flushed red, a body twisting erotically. Her breasts swelled forward in blood.
Disrupted pupils and dripping saliva.
The slackened double eyelids went down with difficulty, and the overwhelming eroticism felt even though it was just going up.
“… “
Looking at her, the teacher subtly covered her pants with a textbook and moved her steps as if hiding behind the desk.
“That, yes. Let me go.”
Her legs trembled like those of a newborn deer as she staggered to the back door.
Everyone in the class chased after her twitching butt, but no one saw Tomei smiling sinisterly behind Mao.
Except for one person.
“Doctor, would you mind if I go to the bathroom too?”
“Uh, uh. Let the class president come too.”
*
The toilet is the place where you can proudly say that half of the world’s population was conceived here. Mao laboriously reached her hand over her cold tile.
And right after that, Tomei wiped her wet mouth with her tongue.
Kiik
Mio opens the bathroom door and enters.
Chin-
Tomei closed the door instead of her, who was not even in the mood to close the bathroom.
Clap
The lock hangs on the hook. There was a moment of silence in the bathroom.
In Mao’s eyes, a spacious bathroom
In Tomei’s eyes, it only felt cramped.
In the barely remaining space, the strong scent of a female and that of a man mixed together and clumped together.
“Ha… , Ha… , Sobbing. What is this all of a sudden ghost? Alien? Monster?”
Mao immediately lifted the fluttering skirt. Her gooey liquid ran down her thighs, and her red tea panties were already wet from her breasts, and when she tried to take them off, they just rolled up and hung over her thighs.
Sitting on her toilet, exposing her white buttocks, Mio looked down at her own lower body.
There were red handprints on the white skin. Anyone could see that it was a human handprint.
Wondering if she might have followed her, whether that monstrous creature or her ghost, Mao spoke her words into the air.
“Who is there?”
Her frantically looking around her. There was nothing around her.
Confirming that she was gone, Mao slowly spread her legs apart, holding her dazed head in her pleasure.
A cool breeze brushed her hot cunt, and she lifted her ass off the toilet seat cover and began to squeeze her glutes.
“Ah…”
Mao stared at her own cunt with her face anxious, and as her peripheral nerves dictated, she immediately spread her palms over her cunt.
Rather than trying to cover up
It was for rubbing.
Zboob
“Ahhhhh… , Hee hee.”
Mao made a silly noise, and she melted straight down the toilet like melted ice cream.
Then came a sound that gave tension to her slack body.
“Chuckling, who would have known that the lofty swan in Zookago would show such a vulgar side?”
“Hee-! Who, who are you?”
Mao wiggled her head around with her quivering eyes, but she couldn’t see anything.
The sinister voice was amplified in the reverberating bathroom and only sounded more sinister.
“Kick-kick, Yan-chi-mao. I’ve been waiting for this day Hearing this voice, you still don’t know who I am?”
“… “
For some reason, there is silence in the bathroom.
“It’s me, it’s Tomei. Tomei from Class 3 of 1st grade, who terribly trampled on my school life when I was about to start anew!”
“… “
“Hemm, then don’t you remember this? If you draw a line on a pumpkin, do you think it turns into a watermelon?”
“… “
Mao couldn’t really remember her, so she had a blank expression on her face.
Bang-!
The wall next to the bathroom was instantly dented. In Mao’s eyes, the wall that was fine was dented. Her fear was multiplied by the mystery.
“You don’t remember!”
“Eh, ah, well, isn’t that kind of talk even between friends…? I’m a gyaru, but I don’t like bullying my classmates…”
“Shit.”
“M-I’m sorry! I’m sorry I don’t even remember who it is!”
Creak
For a moment, Tomei’s knees gave way. It was said that the nightmare that had been tormenting him was nothing more than a joke, and that he was groaning and suffering alone because of his foolishness.
In a word, there was no presence enough to bully.
He was literally invisible.
“Damn, damn, damn! Haven’t you heard that a frog gets hit and dies by an inadvertently thrown word?”
He wasn’t a frog. Daphnia in a pond by comparison?
“Khehe, hee, mi…Sorry.”
Mao’s face turned blue as he held the lid of the pot in one hand.
“Fuck, I’m going to get you pregnant. Reflect upon having my child.”
Tomoe grabbed Mao’s legs as they were, lifted them up, and threw them behind her head. She naturally went down with her buttocks caught in the toilet, showing off a fit for a toilet bowl.
“Poetry, I hate it!”
Mao, who was in a good position to sink in, had a hunch about what was about to happen.
“Keukkeuk, you’ll get better after you get stuck a few times.”
“Stop!”
A heavy middle-aged voice echoed in the bathroom at that moment. Tomei was momentarily taken aback and looked around him. Apparently, the voice came from inside this little makeup cubicle…
Tomei looked where he hadn’t looked, and where Mao blankly looked up.
Ceiling.
A person stretched out its legs like a spider and clung to it. And silver glasses looking straight at him.
“Who, who are you? How can you see me?”
Ryu, who dropped the voice modulator attached to his tie, said.
“My name is Liu, class president.”
