Different World Hypnosis

Let's have a pleasant thought.

What should I do with this fearless thief who came with a weapon to kill me?

I can't suggest that it takes too long.

It's just a greeting before you leave town, but you can't put that much effort into it.

Of course, greeting does not mean that we leave by hugging each other once, kissing each other on the cheek, and blessing the future.

It just means we're going to play with it one more time.

So it was lucky that Dreyer came on his own.

"Drayer, you're a natural prostitute."

"Madam..."

"Yes, but I didn't realize it myself."You feel joy when you sell your body for money."

"……."

Mate

Clap your hands to wake up Dreyer.

Dreyer awakens hostility toward me and makes a grim face.

"I'm gonna kill you."

"Only in words?"

I took some gold coins out of my personal locker, and then one bounced.

"……?"

Dreyer looks suspicious when he sees the money on the floor after stepping back.

"What?"

"I'll give you the money. Take off your clothes."

"Are you out of your mind? I'm here to kill you. But you want to rip me off?"

"Then. Do you happen to know? You can hold the weapon. If I approach you, you'll stab me in the neck. Now, you're ready to accept it, aren't you?"

"……."

Dreyer picked up a knife and began to take off one by one what he was wearing.

The scar is a little annoying, but he has a strong body that he has trained by rolling around roughly.

When the sound of words was heard outside the alley, Dreyer looked back with a scratch.

"Why? Are you embarrassed?"

"......shut up."

"You did a good job, didn't you?""

Clap your hands to compliment.

Dreyer stared at me with his lips clenched.

"You don't even hate it, do you? If you listen to me, I'll give you more."

"Where did you get the treasure? You look like a bad aristocrat even talking about a boutique outfit."

There's something about this world that's aristocratic, too. I'm surprised.

Considering that there are aristocrats who remain until modern times, it may not be surprising that there is a privileged class.

"I'm not a noble, but I'm willing to buy your bozie."

"……...Scrap pervert. It's dirty.

"This kid who just took off his clothes for my money isn't what you're saying, is he?

If I'm a cheapskate trying to buy you with money, are you a cheapskate?"

"I'm gonna kill you. Do you have the guts to get close to me?"

I bounced another gold coin and dropped it on the floor.

Dreyer curled up with a scratch.

"Come on, Dreyer. Let's touch your body."

I greet with open arms.

Dreyer looked at me with a wary look at me, wondering what I thought of my crazy spirit.

"Why is Boji so scared after eating a little bit of kalbap?"

"Laughing!"

Dreyer strode under my provocation. I hugged such a drayer lightly.

"Don't you poke me?"

The hand holding the knife handle is shaking.

I don't think I'm getting any energy.

It won't happen, but even if you resist the suggestion and attack, there's no problem because there's a spirit.

So I was in a much safer situation than I looked.

"Okay, I'll touch you with one gold."

I dabbled in Dreyer's milk and hips.

It's a good feeling.

"Ugh…."

I felt that Dreyer was actually panicking, pretending to be able to kill me with his eyes.

Because of the implications of prostitution, Dreyer is already stuck in an inexorable flow.

"Open your legs."

"……why me?"

"Hmm. Added 1 Gold Service."

I bounced another gold coin.

"……."

Dreyer turned his head to the side and spread his legs slightly.

It's cute.

"Is there no demon service?"

"…...Touch it. It doesn't matter."

"……."

Let's see if that's it. Dreyer coughed in vain.

"……your fingers, I feel good."

"Really?"

"……."

Dreyer nodded his head.

"Don't get me wrong. As much as I paid, I'm just providing prostitute service."

"Did you quit killing me?"

No matter how hard a woman is in a firm attitude, her dundeok is soft. Wash your fingers, soak them in saliva,

He gently puts his finger on the dryer's boji and moves up and down as if he is not going to put a hole in the eye from the clitoris.

"You can kill him at any time. Can't you see the knife in my hand?Dreyer's hand with a knife was shaking pitifully.

"Yes, you can kill me anytime."

"Yes, if you knew. Yes……. As much as I paid, I get prostitute service. Just for the fun of laughing at your ridiculousness... Because I'm doing this."

Carefully slide the fingers that were overlapping the dropper's knuckles into the hole and sweep through the walll wall.

Dreyer, who spread his legs, shook his flinching thighs and spilled chewing water on the floor.

"…...sir, shit. You're so terrible. Do you call that a finger, too?

Dreyer turns my mind with a curse for no reason.

In the midst of the murmur of explicit water echoing through the alley.

"Because I'm a little clumsy."

"Hh, man, a man who buys a woman with money, can't be good. Stupid bird... Git. Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...…! Yeah! Yeah."

The dryer is at its peak.

"Huh. Was that okay?"

"Woong hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." You little prick. It's all acting. You don't even know that?"

Dreyer barely makes excuses with his trembling thighs.

"I gave you 1 gold for service, and you're too hard on me."

"……."

I bounced another gold coin. It accidentally hits the Dreyer's ball and falls to the floor.

"…...Bo, it was good to see. It was fascinating to poke with my fingers."

"Oh, why don't you stop stealing and be a whore? If I give you gold, you'll sell your pride?"

"Shut up, a loser with no sense of money. Who spills gold coins like that? I'm just happy to catch you."

Change the fingers into two, insert them deep into the drainer's eye hole, and then stimulate the walll wall.

"Nghook! Giggle, squirm! Ahhhhhaha.…!"

Dreyer was surprised and held my shoulder and slopped down the cloth.

"Okay. Stop. Stop, you can't suddenly be so strong...!!"

"You paid for it. Are you avoiding the whore?"

"Yeah! Ok! Huh! Yo! Yo! Joa, your fingers are good. ♥ I'll admit it. Just like a pervert... Ugh! Whoo!"

Dreyer sat down in a fit of chivalry.

I patted off my wet hands with Dreyer's chewing water.

"Put your hands on the wall and put your butt on."

"Whose way? You, you're done."

Dreyer stumbles up.

I bounced another gold coin from such a drayer.

He hesitates, so he bounces another gold coin on his chest, shoulder, face, and finger to make it touch.

"Turn your back."

"Jesus, d*mn it..."

Dreyer touched the wall and pulled his hips back.

"That's crazy, Dreyer. You came to kill me and changed to a prostitute."

"When this is over, you're dead. In my hand!"

"Why don't you kill me in the first place and rob me of my belongings? The one who's being bought by the enemy."

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!"

Dreyer remained motionless and was dripping with chewing water as he held his butt in me.

Then, the hand on the wall holds a weapon as if it were an excuse for himself.

No meaningful weapon.

I pulled down my pants and inserted the jag into the drawer's hole.

Bozie was so wet that she easily reached the uterus when she overcame some pressure.

Slowly moving slowly, he hit Dreyer's hip with his palm.

"Whew! Ugh! You motherf*cker. Don't hit my ass...I don't remember allowing you to do that!"

I flicked another gold coin, hitting a jar in the bozie.

"What if?"

"Oh, my God. Oh, my God.Do as you please......! Chewy perv. You're gonna kill me with my sword...…!"

With the official permission of the Dreyer, I slap my butt and hit it deep into the bogey hole.

"Hey, how much are you sick of?"

"Don't be ridiculous! I can't allow that!"

In the meantime, Dreyer did not avoid my insertion and tightened his limbs with a bogey.

"How much do I owe you?"

Take the gold coins out of the personal storage box one by one and push them into the bottom hole of the drawer.

"You bastard...Uh, where are you putting the money?"

"I'm making a deposit. In the hole of the whore."

Shake the waist quickly to poke the bow of the squabbling dryer, and push the gold coins into the anus for the fifth time.

"Wink! Whoo! Okay. Don't be so jealous...!"

"Oh, I bought five gold coins. Dreyer's bozie is full of wall."

"Bad...! Ugh! Ugh!"

"No, what's the habit of talking to you?"

"If you pick it up, ask for service again. You have a lot of money. Yuck! Yuck!""Then two gold coins."

I took out two gold coins without hesitation, and this time I was bitten by Dreyer's mouth.

"Hoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo... Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!

Then Dreyer calmly treated me as a junior.

I held my hips tightly and hit them roughly, and the gold coins that Dreyer had in his mouth fell to the floor.

"Nghook! Ok! Hhh! Like a bastard, hhhh, wiggle your back. Okay?"

"Oh, look. That's nice."

"Gasp! Yes! Ho-ok! Cowardly...Yes! Yes! Yes!"

"What are you saying is cowardly? To the customer who paid fairly."

"You're cowardly. It's thick, it's brave...!"

"……."

No, that's cowardly?

"I can't help it. Yeah, I'm cowardly."

"Huh! Yes! Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! "I'm a cowardly cheater. ♥"

"The service is the best."

"All, shut up. Hoot! Yes! Five-grain! Chewy perv, peck at my boogie. As much as I paid for it, I'll take it for you.!"

"Okay."

As I pulled on Dreyer's arms, I shook my back and gave him a violent punch.

Dreyer instinctively supports his body so that his posture does not collapse in line with his movements.

Then the weapon that Dreyer was holding tightly fell on the floor.

"Yeah! Ho! Ogok!"

"You're not picking up the knife?"

"Revenge, I have to... I could've easily won if I hadn't been paid a fortune to buy a bogey. ♥"

"You should've set the upper limit high."

"Boyz, you're buying and you're losing.Oops ♥ guys, I'm sorry..."I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I was bought into Boji and I'm pregnant by the bad guy ♥"

I put my finger on Dreyer's prostitute Boji and the roots of the sleep forcefully and strongly begged her.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh...…."

Dreyer culminated in a flinching shiver.

At the moment of the death, everything seemed to have collapsed inside the Dreyer.

Revenge and resentment are all converted into prostitution, and emotions are sublimated in the most terrible way for her.

I watched the despairing Dreyer's back as I wrapped semen in the womb.

Slowly remove the inserted ruler, I said.

"What are you doing? You didn't pick up the money."

Dreyer held a seminal fluid that had been affected by the bozie and bent down to pick up the gold coins.

She is a born prostitute.

I put on my clothes again and asked.

"How much is it?"

"16 Gold"

"Well, good."

Exactly.

I flicked my finger.

"It's not your job to be a prostitute. Do the right thing except for stealing and harming people's things."

"……the right thing to do."

Mate

Wake up the drawer with a clap.

"Thank you for selling Bozie."

I said with a big smile.

"Huh? Why would I...…."

Dreyer stood devastated with a lost look.

It's very pleasant to see that.

"I, I'm just leaving? Is there anything you want to say?"

I point out the alley and ask Dreyer.

Dreyer looked outside once, at me once, at the weapon on the floor, and said,

"I don't know. Do whatever you want."

With suggestions and prostitution, Dreyer's emotions were mixed up.

It was broken by walking without restrictions on violent suggestions. For my pleasure only once.

I just walked because I was worried that my mind would be uncomfortable with the suggestion of rehabilitation.

In fact, she was a woman who didn't care what happened from the beginning.

Can hypnosis be used for other people in the first place?

It's one of the worries I had a long time ago.

What she really wants is to continue the theft, kill me and pay back the insult.

I forced myself to change it to live doing good things.

Isn't this a much more cruel act that rather defeats the will of human nature?

"Drayer."

"Huh…?"

"Let's be nice from now on. Okay?"

"……I don't have to tell you. I feel like it. I don't know why I sold you a body, but I won't do it again."

One's life has changed like this.

I've never thought this was a good thing.

I gave up all these childish worries in the past.

Hypnosis is for me. I use it for my pleasure. It must have been more than a decade since I decided so."Ugh…. That's a lot."

Dreyer complained as he reworn his clothes like a beggar.

"You don't have a problem with this much fun, do you? This money, I'll take it. Don't say anything else later."

"Okay, bye."

What does Dreyer do from now on?

I imagine that...… I saw her out of the alley.

I'm hungry.