Pervert King Seong Gui Nam

You're getting married?

No, you know, what? Yes?

He didn't see it that way, but he's a very impure man.

What are you doing with a month-old kid who graduated from high school?

"Oh, ···········?”

"Yes, during White Day a few days ago."

I continued the question by gazing at Kim Seung-hyun's face like an old man looking at his physiognomy.

"Let's see, how old are you?”

"I'm 28 this year."

"By the way, I asked you earlier and you said you were a freshman in college. Aren't you doing it really early? These days, women are almost over thirty."

"Moon-jung's grandmother is old and I'm a bit of a hurry because I'm an only child."

You're in a hurry.

"And Moonjung seems to want to do it early, too.

Isn't it brain expression?

"If I'm going to do it now, I think I'd better do it quickly."

Why, you're going to die. You're going to die now.

"I see. How many years have you been dating?”

"One year."

"Ah, since you were in high school. Oh, you like young women."

"What?"

"Hahaha, I'm kidding!"

"Do you happen to know our literary style?"

Me! Hee! Moon Jung.

The horse is a direct blow to my heart.

No, it was originally my gate.

"No, no, no, I saw it for the first time today."

"Yes."

He nodded his head as if to shake off his unpleasant doubts and began to give praise to Moon Jung-eun. I've seen him since he was young, but he's thoughtful unlike his peers. know how to respect one's elders It's simple and simple.

I know, I know.

I know you better than you, so stop being so cocky.

Be enchanted with the extraordinary magic of turning peppers into puppy grass.

"Yes, yes, ····· and your face was cute, too."

Kim Seung-hyun shook his head shyly as I made up for my lack of compliments on his appearance.

"Look doesn't matter."

You snob. Doesn't appearance matter?

"Then would you have liked Moon Jung if he was ugly?”

"Of course."

"You're just Shaquille and your face is in the backstroke. Is that okay? Only the long backstroke."

"I don't know who the only backstroke is over there, ··················/ No, that's not important, but I like the current Moonjeong. That's all."

Judging from his expression, he'll be furious if he pushes it one more time.

But I decided to stop here.

"Good luck."

"What?"

"Happy."

"Oh, yes, thank you."

I caught the stick for nothing, but I know it. I know he's a good guy. However, he is not just kind, but he has his conviction and foundation.

You'll be a couple of social workers who serve others. a stable family with a small salary but simple happiness living accordingly And even the baby that Moon Jung wanted so badly.

Kim Seung-hyun is a man who can satisfy it right away and fits more than I do.

Even if this had happened in the previous world where I lived, I would have had to step aside for Moon Jung-eun's happiness.

Now that I and Moon Jung-eun have nothing to do with each other, there is no justification anywhere for me to separate the two.

This is the worst penalty I've ever had.

It occurred to me that the women I met, loved, liked and had sex with would no longer be able to connect with me in any way. You can run into each other like this in life, but there will be nothing I can do.

That's a relief. It's the same for Hayeon. I can see her face like this much. Everyone is living in the future that they dreamed of.

It would be better to watch from a distance like this than to miss vaguely. It may be hard right now, but I'll be able to sort my mind out one by one.

Without further conversation, Kim Seung-hyun and I arrived at the room of the old man, Park Seung-duk.

Grandpa Chichi was sitting on the bed as I knew him, fiddling with something. It was the key chain of silicon that he gave me as a gift.

Kim Seung-hyun, who beckoned me to stay back for a while, talked to the old man.

"Adult, did you enjoy your meal?”

"No, it didn't taste good.”

"Hey, come on."

"My mom didn't cook it for me."

"It'll be out in the evening."

"No need. You'll want fried eggs by then.”

Is this old man pretending to be dementia again?

"The volunteer here wants to take a walk with the elderly."

Kim Seung-hyun gently wrapped my waist and led me to my grandfather.

Only then does the old man's dry gaze toward the Pozzi eldest son face me.

"You said you'd come, but you really did."

"Yes. How are you?”

Oh, wait.

I was mistaken for a moment.

This old man should not know me.

"Grandpa, do you remember me?"

Instead of answering back, Seung-deok waved to Kim Seung-hyun.

"You stay out for a while."

"Yes, then talk and take a walk."

Kim Seung-hyun gave me a look and went out.

I asked the chest advisor again.

"Do you remember me?"

"Of course I remember."

[Huh? Isn't this grandfather supposed to know you?]]

That's right.

I feel like I can learn the secret of my return through my old man.

"Why are you here now? I've been waiting so long."

"What now? By date, it's the first time you've been here…·············………."

"What about you, brother-in-law?"

" ········Huh?"

"Why didn't you come with me?" Did you get divorced already?”

"Your brother-in-law, ·······?

"Brother, that's what I told you not to abandon your grandparents. How well did you treat me and my brother, and I forgot that?"

"Is the brother-in-law you're talking about Moon-jung?"

"Moon-jung said his girlfriend was Moon-jung."

What

"Grandpa, do you know who I am?"

"If I were a grandfather, would you be a grandfather? Hahahahahahaha.

"Are you my grandfather and brother?"

"We're brothers because we're from the same mother."

No. No.

"Grandpa, are you with Ginny now?"

"Oh, Jin-hee was so pretty. I used to like it first, but I gave it to you. Where do you think you're living and what you're doing now?”

"Genie, Jeanie. My grandfather's voice medium, Genie.”

"I don't know what you're talking about.”

Yeah, I don't know anymore.

"Wow, let's go for a walk, Grandpa."

"That's great."

While taking a walk, I had hoped that something secret would be solved, but Park Seung-deok of the world was just a grandfather of a nursing home with dementia. An old man who misses his late brother and his wife.

In addition to my grandfather Park Seung-duk, I finished a 30-minute walk with two elderly people.

* * *

"Oh, good job. Please warm your hands."

I laugh awkwardly when I accept the warm canned coffee from the director.

"The trouble is, uh, ······…."

It was a forced service with an unhealthy mind.

I stroked the can and looked inside the office.

There were no Moon Jung and Kim Seung Hyun.

That's too bad. I wanted to say hi.

"I'll be on my way then."

"Have dinner. All we have is rice."

"I have an appointment in the evening."

"Then there's nothing we can do.”

"I'll check the remodeling of the bathroom and get back to you right away."

The director wished me a blessing, saying that he would pray for me as he did at the time. Even though it was the second time, I still felt sad.

After greeting the director and the staff in the office, I came out as if I were stamping one step by step with a faint feeling in my footprints.

[You're leaving with nothing but a wound.]

"As long as I've seen Munjeong doing well."

You seem a lot calmer than I thought.]

"Then you should pretend to be calm, shall we cry and hang on? Munjeong doesn't know me anyway."

If it were me before, I wouldn't even admit it, and I would have been a loser to connect in some way. Of course, I can't say that I don't want to do that now.

No, honestly, I want to meet you again.

If I had left for the heavenly world, where I couldn't reach at all like Ha-yeon, I would have known it. But I can't do anything, so I'm heartbroken.

But what can I do? Looking at Moon Jung-eun, who is even serious when asked if she has a boyfriend, it seems that there is no room for me to intervene between the two.

- trudging

It was when I was walking across the garden passing through the front door of the building.

[Brother, there.

Moonjeong was under the pavilion, which turned its head along the fingers of the vocal cords. He is making a big gesture and laughing in front of his grandmothers. It is both familiar and unfamiliar.

Well.

Maybe this is the last look.

I looked at him with all my might and put every gesture and expression in my mind.

We were slowed down by regret, and at one point he found me, and our eyes met.

When I nod my head and say hello, I ask my grandmothers for their understanding and come running.

Hey, get your hands off your armpits. You're going to fall.

I'm worried that my short legs, which move busily under the long padded jacket, will catch a stone.

"Are you going?"

asked the man in front of me, sniffing thickly.

Did you catch a cold?

"Yes, I've done as much as I can, so I should go."

"Will you come again?"

"What, ··················………"

"Come to my family's night event next week.

"Did you catch a cold?”

"I think so."

"You should go see a doctor because it might be the flu."

"I don't think it's the flu. (Coughs)

"I heard you're getting married."

"Me? Oh, next year."

"Congratulations in advance."

"Oh, thank you very much.”

He asks if he feels embarrassed, and then immediately changes the subject.

"If you don't have an appointment, please come next week. Singers come and do a lot of delicious things."

"Yes, yes, yes."

He evaded with a vague smile and turned away.

"Excuse me, this.”

He called me when I walked about three steps.

It was Chupa Chups that were put out with brackish hands.

"You must have lost your sugar talking to your grandfather Seung-duk, so eat your chops."

What is this? This deja vu.

"I'm not old enough to worry about the party yet, ······."

"Hehe."

"Thank you for the food."

"Yes, go home safely. (Kelokelok)"

"By the way, make sure you go to the hospital today. Don't make them suffer by transferring them to the elderly. I heard you have a grandmother at home."

"Oh, that's possible! I have to go right away."

"Whew, take good care of yourself."

I thought I wouldn't be able to control myself if I kept going. After cutting the horse irritably, I strode twice as fast as usual toward the main gate, leaving Moon Jung-eun, who was embarrassed, behind.

"Thank you ········."

a girl of eighteen men

I'll get you out of here. Live well.

"Wow, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof."

[Are you crying?]

"I'm not crying, baby."

[Your eyes are red]

"I want to cry, but I can't cry."

I didn't see S-class breasts after all.]

"No, shouldn't we prevent volunteers from catching colds in advance?"

[That's right, a protein doll!] Brother, you can go home and use a protein doll!]

"Kim Seung-hyun, why don't you take him to the hospital when he's like that!"

[Hehe, Na Mun-jeong protein doll, S-class chest, Ping-du-ping-du, Baek Bo-bao]

"Oh, that son of a gun, I want to get rid of him."

[Was he always this emotional?] I'm in trouble. Will you be able to work with me with that mindset?]

"Isn't it shut up?"

Thirty-four is too old to be insensitive to breaking up. Oh, right. You said you've never been in a romantic relationship, haven't you?]

"You bastard, you bastard, be taken by the angel of death and burned forever in the fire of sulfur!”

[ ········] That's a bit harsh. There's a degree to verbal abuse.]

"You're worse!"

Five minutes to walk down, squabbling with your ass.

It was automatically stopped and built in front of a familiar warehouse building.

"Ashang, why are you here again?"

[Why?] Did you have sex with me here?]

"I hit you. I hit Munjeong here."

What? You hit a woman? He's not supposed to be in the same classified. Give me that.]

"That's shit! You should have stopped me then, you damn ghost!"

I was just watching it?]

"Yes, you son of a gun!"

It collapsed.

It eventually collapsed.

I was brutally crushed by my pathetic past and sorry for Moon Jung-eun, who loved it, not even the sight of him playing pornographic king games at the university MT or having sex with Kim Seung-hyun.

If I sit down and hit the ground with my fist, it will hurt, right?

He kicked up a pile of empty boxes in front of him and cursed a man of the past.

"Hey, you crazy bastard, why did you do that? There's no place to hit! Die! Die! Get out of here! Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"What are you doing? Why would you kick someone else's box if you were still alive?"

If it wasn't for the restraint of a dangerous uncle who brought a steel pipe from the warehouse building, he would have broken the hair or the box would have flown to the end of the earth.

There were no people then because it was the weekend, but it's because it's a weekday today.

"I'm sorry! I'll never do that again!"

"Are you crazy? Is it because you're crazy? You think you're gonna wake up if you get a bloody blow to the head?”

"I broke up with my girlfriend, so please take a look!”

"Well, what a seed."

"I'll make it quick!"

I left the scene as if I were running away with the scattered boxes in front of my uncle's watch.

And I used a protein doll item sitting at a quiet bus stop where there were no people and no cars passing by.

You used a 'protein doll'. Please think of the ideal type you want and press OK button in the pop-up window. If you model a celebrity or an existing person, you can summon a more sophisticated doll.

Na Mun Jung.

OK.

-Swoosh!

Moon Jung-eun in the clothes and shoes I bought appeared in front of me. It was a sex toy that acted and spoke according to the character in my memory.

However, the horse is a doll, but it is said to act based on its own self.

The clock began counting three minutes above his head.

[Seo, are you trying to have sex here?] Of course I'm fine. I'll take off my pants.]

"Moonjungs."

"Yes, my husband."

"Sit next to me."

"Yoshi."

"Hand."

"Yes."

His hands were warm and, as usual, he wiggled my palms with the tip of his thumb.

"Well, uh, uh, I was really sorry."

"Inusiki, have you cheated on me?"

"I'm sorry I hit you then, and I'm sorry that I've always lied to you and met other girls.”

"You don't look good."

"It must have been hurtful for the three of you to meet with Ha-yeon. I'm sorry about that the most."

"What's wrong? I said I understood that. I like Hayeon, too."

"If I ever see you again, I will love you more than I really do, and I will really, really love you and care for you, ······························"

"Gosh, cry in your arms. I'll pat you on the back. Patting, patting."

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

"I can't live because of the West. They're all grown up, and they're wriggling."

"I did everything wrong. I mean, forget about me now. You have to live happily ever after!

"Oh, how can I live happily ever after my handsome man forgets?"

"You're living well now, you bad girl."

"Would you touch my chest?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Don't do that! You don't have to do that anymore, Moon Jung-ah.

"Oh, my little bunny has milked, and now he's all grown up. Patting, patting, patting, patting."

"I loved you, Na Mun-jung. I really loved you ···."

"Me too. I loved the West more than I did. And I will love you more next time.”

"Next time, when, and..."

"Well, just a little bit of a dither, ··········."

Protein doll usage time is over. Thank you for using it.

"No, no, don't go! One minute, no, 30 seconds. Bonus!"

-Swoosh!

"Hey, ········· you unkind-headed chewers, ···· Vocal cords, the gate is gone, huh? Moonjeong liked you so much, and you're a dog-catcher."

The vocal cords, which had been lowering their pants meaninglessly for three minutes, only then raised their waist.

[Brother, ·······] Let's stop and go. I'm going to catch a cold ········]

Goodbye, Na Moon Jung.

Goodbye 304's first love, ·····

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