Chapter 72 – Will There Be Another Job in My Life Where I Will Sexually Train Seong Chun-Hyang?
“How are you, bitch?”
“Ah…Ahhh…Hahh…Well…I feel like dying…Ahhh…”
“That’s good bitch, I’m your grim reaper tonight.”
The father who strangled his mother.
The mother trembles as if convulsing in intense joy at being strangled.
It happened when I was frightened by the sound of the cold night wind and went to the master bedroom.
Chunhyang witnessed everything to the place where the grass was frozen and there was a gap in the door.
Even at a young age, because she was the daughter of a gisaeng, she knew exactly what her parents were doing.
‘Isn’t that violence?’
The room was so hot that the winter wind was colorless.
The mother tied the silk jacket to both hands and could not even move.
Without any intention of rebelling, he was smiling thickly and spraying edifications.
“Dirty gisaeng, even if you get married because you can’t give in to others, it doesn’t change.”
“I’m sorry… You like it… Aang…! I did it wrong!”
The sound of clattering bursts out continuously, and the mother’s lips swell.
Her red-ripe breasts were not the result of body heat, but the result of the short horse whip her father was holding.
With one hand, he was strangling her mother, while with the other hand she was harassing her with a whip.
From her breasts to her genitals that squeak and make lewd noises, there was no place that the whip could not reach.
Chunhyang held the sight in her eyes without closing her eyes once, as if it were a miraculous moment.
I didn’t know that I would actually see the intercourse that I sometimes saw in the mouths of gisaengs or pornography.
‘It’s really like a beast…’
The clothes my father bought for my mother the day before yesterday were being torn in a mess.
In the past, I couldn’t understand why my mother would say that she didn’t have any clothes even though I bought her clothes so often.
I thought it must be because it’s one of the words that a girl always says in her mouth.
“Sir…Ah…The second one…Ah…Please make me pregnant…Ohok…!”
“Are you crazy? To make more gisaeng children like you? I must be really strong today.”
“You did something wrong… Punishment…Ah…Aang!…Wolmae should be punished…Huh…”
There’s a knocking sound again.
Red fever flowers were blooming all over the mother’s body as if it were an infectious disease.
Chunhyang carefully watched to see if even the sound of swallowing entered the room.
Just as butchers grab bones and chew meat, fathers bite mothers’ breasts.
It’s not like breast milk comes out, but the mother sucks at the breast with a lovely expression.
How can the expression of a female breastfeeding a beast with teeth be so happy?
Chunhyang involuntarily swallowed her saliva at the loud and obscene sound.
“Did you hear anything outside?”
“My son, the sound of sucking my breasts came back.”
“Hehe, you lewd bitch, but still milk comes out.”
“Eat a lot, you’ll get better.”
At the same time as a sigh of relief that he hadn’t been caught, a question arose.
‘Why do you call me better?’
A mother is a completely different title from the title she always calls her father.
I heard that the difference in status between a gisaeng and a nobleman is bigger than expected, so they use extremely honorific titles.
Like now.
‘I do not know.’
I couldn’t know a lot at a young age, but I could tell that the current relationship was different.
Because it was the opposite scene from the daytime when we were careful and didn’t make eye contact.
“I’ll… I’ll be… That… Enemy… Ah… Ah…! It’s rice… It looks like it’s going to be cheap… Oh oh…!”
“Then we’ll do what we always do, open your arms.”
The father embraced her mother with her arms outstretched and came toward her door.
Chunhyang was startled and quickly hid herself in a corner like her mouse crawling across the floor.
Jump.
She was a father who usually opened the door gently.
She did, but now she didn’t even think about kicking her door and letting her doors come off.
“I’m so ashamed…”
“Are you ashamed to pee on animals? I don’t understand why they still pretend to be people.”
“Ai-i-ha…Cheap…Cheap…Napsssss…Ri…It…”
Hey hey hey.
The mother was cradled in her father’s arms and began to urinate heavily.
Her father’s twitching prick rode through her mother like a stake, preventing her from moving.
Dad held her mother’s arms and legs tightly with both of her hands, making her cunt stare straight out of her direction.
‘It’s like a doll…’
It was really like a doll.
A doll whose arms and legs are tied to her father and her pussy is tightly blocked.
Huh, a distant pee squeaks and melts her accumulated snow.
“Huh, you’re packing a couple of years coolly.”
“Aaaaah…Don’t say that…”
“Chunhyang should have seen your bitch do this.”
“Ha… Ha… Ha… Cha-am… I’m really… Ha-uh…!”
Abbie can’t stand her mother peeing and she teases her cock.
Every time the mother gets stuck, her sexuality pops out as she squeaks all the time.
The wind chilled her body and her thighs trembled.
When she said that she had to see it, the guilt that had gripped Chunhyang disappeared.
The guilty feeling of secretly watching the secret acts of adults was released by her father’s words.
She is Chunhyang who was taught that as long as she is proud, it doesn’t matter who sees her.
‘I can see…’
She knew better than anyone else the spirit of the scholar and her mindset.
Does that mean it’s not wrong then?
She wanted to ask right away, but Chunhyang crouched down even more.
For now, I just hoped that the mating between father and mother would not end.
“Did you buy everything?”
“Yes…”
Bang!
Her door slams shut so hard that it falls apart, and another moan follows.
Starting from this day, Chunhyang’s life completely changed.
During the day, she calmly passes the time pretending not to know anything, and at night she spies on her bedroom.
Abi’s words that you can look at it completely shattered her morality that she had.
The bond between father and mother grew stronger and stronger as the days passed.
She realized that sheer violence with her hands brought the greatest pleasure than any other tool.
When the emotions in her fingertips are transmitted to the mother’s body, the mother screams as if struck by lightning.
Panting like a beast in heat, he sucks on his father’s cock and receives his cum in her face.
Night after night, the mother turned into a large semen container.
Chunhyang spent her four seasons witnessing the scene several times.
Aware of her desires wriggling within her, she developed a longing to one day meet someone like her father.
Time passes and Chunhyang gets older, and the biggest starting point in her life is when she decides whether or not to go to a gisaeng house.
In the yard of the gibang, she could see the pimp beating the gisaeng like a dog.
“Hey, like this dog, you can feed it and sleep. Why? Why? Why do you have no money to see?
“Keuheuk… Huh uh uh uh… That price isn’t outrageous…”
“You still talk back, you can’t do it with a fucking stick.”
Usually, when punishing a gisaeng, they roll a mat.
Because it is rated as the harshest.
‘Ah…’
Chunhyang watched the situation, suppressing even the sound of swallowing.
A pimp who puts down his club and beats the entire body of a gisaeng with his fist.
There was no love, pleasure, or sexual desire in her, but Chunhyang instinctively sensed it.
‘That person is the one who will become my father.’
If she hadn’t seen the pimp’s violence, she wouldn’t have become a gisaeng.
Chunhyang waited, hoping that one day she would ‘love’ her as if she would kill herself like that gisaeng.
On the way, she met a man named Lee Mong-ryong, and she dreamed of brief happiness.
A pure and affectionate encounter and conversation, not a love that is entwined with violence.
However, while she was talking with Lee Mong-ryong, she always remembered the thick veins sprouting from her pimp’s hands.
Lee Mong-ryong, who was as thin as chopsticks and had immaculate skin, was popular with the women around him.
There was always an emptiness in Chunhyang’s heart.
‘That’s why I rebelled.’
She believed that if she refused her gisaeng job using Mong-ryong Lee as an excuse, he would love her.
But the pimp, rather, she felt that it was appropriate, so she closed her eyes to herself.
‘At that time, it was really the worst.’
She wanted to feel ‘love’ from the pimp, even if Lee Mong-ryong offered to lift her hair.
She thought it would be nice if she could somehow find an excuse and save herself.
So she moved Wolhyang.
‘Because it’s simple and easy to handle.’
While pretending to be lofty, she is a woman who can’t deal with a single inferiority complex hidden in her arms.
Wolhyang, a parasitic woman who cannot help but be compared to her even more because she did not sell her body the same as he did.
She didn’t say a few words, but I remember she left with her face unable to hide her feelings of inferiority.
If the pimp were not a gisaeng selling her body, but if it were her Wolhyang, she would easily unfasten her jacket and embrace her.
In such a situation, a pimp was a man who, tolerably, did the woman’s favor.
Besides, what if it wasn’t her strange request, but what if she communicated the relationship between herself and Lee Mong-ryong and expressed the gisaeng’s dissatisfaction?
The prediction was right.
He received ‘love’ as he wanted, and for the time being, even the pimp would be interested in him.
There is only one thing I am concerned about.
‘Because Mongryong Lee is right…’
If Lee Mong-ryong informs Sato that he was beaten by a pimp, a problem arises.
That’s why she told me not to fight and just leave, but she didn’t listen.
Seeing that nothing has happened yet, it was estimated that he was lying quietly after being hit a few times.
‘Today, then, let’s draw attention.’
Seong Chun-hyang, who didn’t know ‘love’ until she was beaten by a pimp, finally moved her body.
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‘It’s a big deal.’
Realizing that Chunhyang was Majo was a huge benefit.
It made it easier for her to orient herself on how to roll her in the future.
She, but she didn’t know that she would have extreme mazo tendencies to this extent.
“…”
It’s normal to be scared when you feel like that.
Chunhyang looks at herself from inside her room with a light smile.
To be honest, she was a little appalled.
‘The S of the S-class gate is…’
Was it the sadist S?
A sigh escaped involuntarily at the thoughtlessly designed gate.
I’d rather miss the quest to kill Don Quixote.
‘Now I have to do teaching from inside the gate.’
Will there ever be another time in my life where I will be sexually tutoring Seong Chun-hyang?
Clutching her molars, she moved her body into the room where Chunhyang was.
If it was Mazo’s preference, he would have completely surrendered.
Interesting