Pervert King Seong Gui Nam

I trudged out of the room where I left off.

It was a painful mistake.

Think about it. The ladies don't like their guests touching their bodies. But you got that kind of treatment when you paid for it, wouldn't you get angry? As soon as I sat down, I spoke informally and squeaked.]

I went into the waiting room listening to the nagging of the vocal cords.

The magician, who used to be my front number, asks.

"Huh? Why did you come out?"

"Oh, oh, I think I ate some fi····

"Why?"

"I hugged my shoulder while talking informally.”

"Oh, God, you shouldn't have."

A sigh of sighing and a laugh came from here and there.

It was a nuance that you ruined the atmosphere.

The man who parted his hair in a comma-shaped shape asked in a way that he wanted it to be like that.

"Didn't you tell the truth?"

"Main took care of it ···."

As soon as she answered, Madame walked toward the waiting room, shouting urgently from the far side of the hall.

"Let's do it one more time!"

Soon after entering the waiting room, he quickly grazed the players and went back to table 15.

In the waiting room, only the two people who were excluded from the second choice list, such as me and a pine nut, were left out at the request of the guests.

Still, I was picked and dropped out, but this guy seems to be totally out of line.

Pine nut was slowly looking at me and measuring the timing to talk to me.

I fiddled with my cell phone with a serious look, avoiding my eyes thoroughly.

After a while, the sofa was filled one by one, starting with the first group, which finished the second choice.

I was reprimanded by Madame.

"You can't do that inside. It's a relief that it's before the alcohol goes in, but if it's in the middle of the table, it's natural that you won't get a TC and you might be telling the truth because you don't pay for the drinks at all. You have to do it while looking at the atmosphere. There were some kids who reported to the police that they had been molested in that old store."

"Yes, I'm sorry."

"Be careful, really ..."

"Yes."

"And don't take off your clothes when you choose. That's too much of a ssamma."

"Yes, yes, yes."

Oh, by the way, that's terrible.

I feel embarrassed, embarrassed, and insignificant about myself.

I felt as if I had become a second-class soldier even though I was good at it.

For the next hour, no guests were seen, except for a team that had been booked.

Only two tables have come for an hour since its opening.

Madame and her baby Madam went back and forth between the two rooms to control the atmosphere.

Most of the remaining players in the waiting room wasted their time on their smartphones or chatting.

In the empty next room, there was a card board called "Hula" or "baduk" and someone sang a song.

an unscheduled wait

The vocal cords said it was the fate of the players.

Also, there was no guarantee that she would be a Choice just because she had her butt stuck until the morning, and that she would stamp her work every day.

The person who enters the table is almost fixed.

But each person has different eyes, so wouldn't it be possible to see it once?

No, only the ones who are sold here.

Why? Because money comes and goes.

Based on the "Good Boy" here, TC is 100,000 won per player and the basic setting for alcohol is 300,000 won. You have to pay the set price for additional orders.

Aside from the price of alcohol, there is no one who would choose to pay a tax when a luxury bag and a bonded bag have the same price tag of 100,000 won.

If luxury goods are missing, the next thing is the regular maker sold, and if even the maker is missing, only those who don't want to buy them for 100,000 won remain. Then from the customer's point of view, the water is not good today, I'll be back next time.

The players, who account for about 70 percent of the players, go to work with inertia, hanging their necks in hopes of whether it will work today or tomorrow.

It is said that there are many people who don't get a single choice and quit while doing this. Instead of making money, they wasted transportation, food and precious time.

Rather, it is better to take out early because you have never received a choice since you started work, and those who receive a space or a horse can't forget the sweet fruit, so they often waste their precious youth for years and regret it belatedly.

In the meantime, it is natural for his health to deteriorate, and after he quit, he is worried that he might get what he used to be a player.

This was the life of a typical Hoba player I heard from my vocal cords.

It's just like a drama that only the top 1% can enjoy, and it's actually a gathering place for alley courtesans who are struggling to get a chocolate on Valentine's Day.

I clicked my tongue inside when I saw the players checking the results of the sports Toto on the corner of the sofa.

It's hard to live. It's hard. Everything would be solved if I met a ghost like my vocal cords well.

Come to think of it, you shaggy boys, huh? Did you guys ignore me for being left out once?

You're saying that you're the kind of person who peels peppers without any self-esteem to stand out?

Hey dog, I'm the one who succeeded with that pepper!

I don't have to come out here to get Porsche, okay? You get allowance, huh? I've been flirting with celebrities, you bastards. Do you know Kim Inna or not? Do you know or not?

And my girlfriend, huh? You little bastards, huh? Girl group soon. Oh! You punks.

Do you know who my sponsor is? It's Jisunkyung, Jisunkyung!

You're in a position I've never seen in my life! How flexible my body is, I'm always so jealous of her legs wide open!

Anastasia, I know. I don't know, you colors!

With such a mental victory, the feeling of sinking came back a little.

Yeah, a man as good as I am should be discouraged by making a mistake.

This is just entertainment, isn't it?

I spent time reading web novels before the guests came.

I also exchanged KakaoTalk with Lee Yu-mi, who said she couldn't sleep.

Take a picture of my chest and send it to me if you can't sleep.

Pretty Yum ♡ [What does that have to do with not being able to sleep?]]

Don't you think there's a research result that says taking a picture of my chest can help me fall asleep?]

Pretty Yum ♡ [Surprised] How should I react to this?]

I'm kidding.

Pretty Yum ♡ [Oh my]

I'm okay with a picture of my toes, not my chest, right? I'd love you to wear stockings.

Pretty Yum ♡ [I'm sleeping]

[Okay, good night]

Reading a novel is boring, too. By the time I felt it, the waiter came into the waiting room.

It was a little over 3 a.m.

"Two T guests are here."

The drooping players were busy again.

"Let's get ready."

"Call the kids next door."

It was not long before Madame, who came after greeting the guests, said briefly.

"Sem Five, three.

I only said that one thing, but some of them sat down on the sofa again with a look of dejection.

"I give up."

"Me, too."

What is it? I think SM5 is talking about the name of the car. What's wrong with the reaction?

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Did I tell you to quit if you're going to take it or not?”

Madame's impression was wrinkled, and one of the men sitting on the sofa begged with a boll-men.

"Oh, brother. Personally, please leave me out. You know I went in there and didn't get to work for two days."

[It must be the truth table]]

"So you don't do it?"

"When did I ever say it was a fact table? But I really don't think I can do that.”

In the end, Madame took a step back.

"Okay, just Choice. They usually don't choose the ones that they've sat down once. He's hiding in the corner.”

He stood up, muttering words like "sand ring bread, yap, yap" in his mouth.

He looks like a high treason criminal who kneeled down in front of a fool.

How much is that?

I guess it's the truth.

About 20 players gathered in front of the room.

They said, "You can't go in here, you can't go in here."

I asked the magician who was acquainted with me.

"But what's SM Five?”

"Oh, she's a house girl, and that's what I call her because a month ago, KYUNG HO, she hit SM5 construction project. She just moved to another store.”

"With internal injuries?”

"No, he just missed the construction. But the truth is the truth. Once you're chosen, you can't leave until it's over."

He looked me in the face and smiled sarcastically.

"I'm sure you'll get along the way.

"Why? Do you just take it off?”

"Hey, that's basic. Give it a try. If you play well, you'll get a lot of tips."

The player alignment is over, and Madame said, grabbing the doorknob.

"Since it's this choice, let's go in at once. In two lines."

The door opened with a knock.

"Entering the field."

But isn't it too aesthetic for these bastards to enter?

In the end, I and Jat stood in the middle of the front row.

Finally, three guests were caught at one sight.

Oh? The visuals are good.

It was surprising to me that I thought of women like the Mekong River black pigs and sea elephants.

All three seemed to be in their mid to late 40s, and they had a sophisticated Cheongdam lady vibe.

Of course, it seemed far from being cultured, but I think it's bearable even if it's this kind of appearance.

I don't think I'm going to torture you here, I'm going to put a 9.5cm-diameter balloon in the ass.

Of course, a man as much as I can stand it.

"Come on, sit in the front row so that you can see them well."

At Madame's words, the players in the front row, including me, sat in a knee-jerk position.

The woman with medium-length hair sitting on her left said in a sigh.

"Oh, I've seen them all before. Raise your hand if you've ever played with us."

Five people raised their hands.

"Yes, hello to you."

They rushed out of the room with a look of relief.

This time the woman sitting at the top said,

"You've heard a rough idea of how to play in this room. I'm confident that I can play well, come sit next to someone who says."

"Me!"

Oh, what a surprise.

The pine nut sitting next to me raised its hand and stood up.

Yes, this is the spirit of the new recruit.

"Hey, we have a lower limit, you're too bad ···."

"I'm confident I can do it! Please let me sit!"

The woman on the right made a deal to see if it was cute.

"If you can't do it in the middle, there's no TC? Even if it's a second before it's over, I won't give you a penny."

"Yes! It will never happen!"

"Come on, sit down."

"Thank you!"

"Next. Anything else? This is disappointing. Should I move my store? ·········……."

As soon as Madame gave the players a sharp look, the vocal cords said.

[Brother, try it] That sounds fun.]

Right? Sounds fun, right?

I agree.

"Me."

When I stood up, Sang-seok asked.

"Well, you're a little old.”

"Let's call it age.”

"Hey, you're acting like you're doing it."

The comments were not bad.

All three seem to like it.

Sangseok asked if I was thinking of testing my skills.

"You look like you haven't seen him before. You just worked, haven't you?"

"It's my first time today."

"Where did you come from?”

"No, it's totally Ada over here. Chili peppers are fresh, too."

Laughing, laughing.

Of course, the theory of penance is the best for women.

"Hey, I like you. Come next to me!"

"Do you think you can handle me?”

I took another good shot and the woman on the left said to Madame.

"That's not normal. I'm not a beginner.

Madame's corners of her mouth were raised satisfactorily. She even puts me on the air, mixing me up with gura.

"You're a novice, you're no joke. I took out the choice from the other table because they said they were coming."

Even though they knew it was a lie, they seemed to be fooled.

Sang-seok nodded as if he would not say twice, and I politely greeted her 90 degrees and sat next to her.

There are no two mistakes.

"Nice to meet you, Taemin."

As soon as she greeted me, her hands clenched over my pepper.

"Where, shall we touch Ada's?"

Huh, look at this lady.

I love it.

I grabbed her hand and tucked it under her pants.

"Hey, you should touch the real thing."

an end

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