Pervert King Seong Gui Nam

"Moonjung."

"Luck... ..."

"Our Moon-jung, wake up for a second.”

"Sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"Oh, why are you sorry? You can understand everything.”

I'm older than you.

"And I'll take care of everything, so stop crying and get up and kiss me.”

Sung-ah tilted her head at me.

Of course.

His speech and facial expression changed so quickly.

That's not me. That's the emotional side.

And I'm a soul, floating in the air.

About three seconds ago.

Leave it to me from now on. Revenge and sex have to be hot to taste good.]

The vocal cords entered my body without permission, saying so.

It was not just the same body as before, but it was actually felt that something was filling inside the body.

I closed my eyes because I felt dizzy and dizzy as if I had sunstroke.

Chief, what's wrong with you, Sung-ah's words sounded like she was sucked into a sewer and her body soon fell into a state of zero gravity.

I was flying in the air when I opened my eyes. I was able to move freely.

Existence.

The world looked completely different.

First, I observed my body with a vocal cords.

My face from all angles looks like this.

I'm getting angry because it's more like shit than I saw in the mirror.

I didn't expect to see pimple marks on the side jaw line so clearly. From now on, I think I should put on BB cream more thoroughly.

Hey, did you know how to say that?]

I asked half-heartedly, half-heartedly, and half-heartedly, but my vocal cords don't respond.

Oh, I'm a ghost now.

Then Moon-jung sniffed up her head.

I cried so sadly that I had a sticky runny nose on my philtrum.

When I tried to steal it with the back of my hand, my vocal cords, which entered my body, grabbed Moon Jeong-yi's cheeks by hand and licked around her mouth like a dog.

"Poo, Poa, Nim, here's the coffee shop, yoo!"

in flaps

Sung-ah sticks out her tongue and looks at the sudden kiss of the two.

Guests around them are also pointing fingers or frowning.

I can't believe I'm getting greedy as soon as I get this guy'sensitivity level.

Yeah, I don't know what you're going to do or what you're going to do in the future, but feel satisfied with the Oche.

Because you're me and I'm you.

After a few seconds of keystrokes, Gwynam-ga, or vocal cords, or Gwynam-A, let's unify into vocal cords- said the vocal cords solemnly toward the two top of the soul.

"Moon-jung, Sung-ah. I love you guys."

"Why are you confessing all of a sudden?”

Sung-ah asked, narrowing the gap between her eyes, but she continued to say what she had to say regardless of the emotional group.

"You two are one of the most attractive women I've ever met. Appearance, personality, and sexual orientation are all A-classes. So I couldn't stand it. I can't believe I'm touching them.”

The two attractive groups looked at each other's faces and shrugged their shoulders.

What the hell are you talking about right now?

"My brother was the best bread shuttle in school until middle school. I've delivered hamburgers to 15 people, not to mention a strikeout, a strikeout, and even a strikeout. And I forced my daughter to hit her in front of the female teacher.”

"But what's wrong with your tone? I think it's someone else."

"I Mun-jung, Silence!"

"Oh, yes..."

"That's what I thought back then. Hey, bullies are people, so they'll end up doing it for a while. I'm sure they'll get along and at some point they'll repent of their mistakes. But no. The more I have that in mind, the more evil they become. Power is an addiction. "The strong are tamed by the strong, the weak by the weak by the weak, the weak by the weak."

Therefore, our vocal cords have been very alert since high school and have been involved in various speculative movements.

It was the first time I heard that, too.

That's why you have such a great figure.

"I learned boxing, jiu jitsu, judo, sambo, and yoga for flexible body management, pole dancing, brain breathing, and cross-strait for concentration, as well as boxing, jiu jitsu, judo, and sambo, which are called the strongest in a one-on-one fight. As a result! I was reborn as the best murder machine in the country."

Moon-jung giggled and Sung-ah looked puzzled.

I was a little suspicious in Pilates and Paul Dance.

Hey, how far are you telling the truth?]

Get off.

"And since then, I've been looking for people who have been bothering me and asking for an apology, and I've smashed those who don't comply. Everything from the first to the fifteenth. I was 20 years old."

"Didn't you say you worked part-time since you were 19?"

"Jung Sung-ah Silence!"

"Oh, what? It's weird."

"Anyway, I'm going to destroy Cho Yoon-jung and her party in my style from now on. They reminded me of my sleeping instinct for murder. Sung, did you say that? They're not afraid of cops or anything. Yeah, the only way to make them repent is to pay them back the way they did. With overwhelming force, never to climb again, with the aesthetics of violence."

Therefore, Seongdae asked Cho Yoon-jung and his party to be called to the apartment complex park. The park where Munjeong did my junior.

Sung-ah refuted with concern.

"I don't know how many you have, but just call the police..."

"Jung Sung, Silence! Don't throw cold water on your brother's passion!"

"Oh, really. Is this a joke or is this for real?”

I helped too.

Hey, we can just call the police. They say it's best to ignore the blackmailer's demands.]

Get off.

"There was a girl I was close to. I broke up with my boyfriend, and I don't know if he distributed a video of them having sex online. My girlfriend found it and contacted me and immediately called the Cyber Police Agency. I sued my ex-boyfriend and distributor and asked them to drop all the uploaded data. But it comes up again the next day. It's on foreign porn sites, it's on Chinese IP, it's spreading to Torrent. Eventually, the girl committed suicide. My family moved to Cambodia."

"I'm sorry. .."

[Puppy, Moonjung is crying again!]]

"Don't cry, Moonjung!"

"Yes... (sighs)"

"Anyway! We're going to have to confront them, and they're going to wipe out all the footage, take a worse video of abuse, and if any of it gets leaked, we're going to spread it out the same way. This is your style. "Yoo Nam-saeng?"

"But is the chief really good at fighting? What are you going to do if you get hit? One-on-one wouldn't know, there were four of them."

"I knocked one out with a rear-rayed chock, one-punch three-pepper. It only takes 10 seconds for all of them to fall."

"Oh, what, it's a joke.”

Sung-ah was seriously annoyed with a hint that she couldn't believe it.

"Sung, do you have any stimulants in your house?"

"Yes."

[Huh?] You have it?]

"But it's a little less effective. It's weaker than sleeping pills. Feeling drowsy before going to bed?"

"That's enough. Then let's go to your place to shoot the video. You can vent your S instinct to the maximum. To the point where I can't get over my kids'

In that part, Sung-ah's eyes change into ecstasy again. He's even tongue-tied.

"Oppa, I'm going to the bathroom for a second. Moonjung contacts them and says this. I'm sending it to the chief's house, so let's meet at the park."

I was worried inside, but after I moved to the bathroom, I asked my vocal cords.

Hey, are you sure you're confident? You're going to get a tour of the station if you'really? This is a serious situation. And it's not your body, it's mine. I've never had a fight over the age of twenty.

"Brother, I'm fine. It's well-muscled and has good balance."

[He, really?]

"Try to learn martial arts at this point. I think it'll fit well."

Well, I let go of my hands now, but I've been mended for more than 10 years with mopings and fire scrubbing. I have some muscles in my life. He's got strong arm wrestling.

The vocal cords face the mirror and perform shadow boxing.

[Hey, I'm getting a posture]]

"Let's go. It's better to have as little ice time as possible."

As soon as I got out of the bathroom, I went straight out of the coffee shop.

As per the script, the vocal cords greeted Munjeong and Sungah and moved in the opposite direction.

Like an ad balloon, I searched for a group of Cho Yoon-jung who might be around.

Okay, I found it.

When Sung-ah and Moon-jung were somewhat out of the way, six groups of people came out of the building across from the coffee shop.

The four men were the ones before, and the woman was one other than Cho Yoon-jung.

While watching the back of the vocal cords for a while, they followed Moon Jeong-eun while maintaining a proper distance.

Then something invisible pushes my body back.

Is this the wall of the earthly spirit?

I flew to the vocal cords and told them they had appeared.

"You can keep up with me. Go ahead."

[Lazier.]

I flew ahead to the maximum of the wall of the earth's earthly.

We moved out of the main street and into the apartment complex. Cho Yoon-jung and Woman 1 greet Moon Jung and Sung-ah with affection, respectively.

"How's our mop going? Did you like your present?”

"Uh, don't look back and just walk. I think she's gotten taller. How tall are you? About 65?"

The men who followed three steps behind played rock-paper-scissors without stopping.

It was quickly known what the sequence was for.

The first winning barge horn waved back and forth to perform a ceremony.

"Oh, shit, I'm the first one. It's a hell of a pain."

The tattoo followed.

"Two, I'm going to grab your hair for two years and take turns in the back."

The 18-year-old man added stutteringly.

"Then, can I, uh, do it on Moonjung's lips? I, uh, Moon-jung, thought about you, and I hit my daughter."

"Hahaha, hey, I'm the rag! The pig always hit his daughter thinking about you!"

"But you're the youngest one trying to have sex with the brothers, aren't you?"

"Yes, when I was the youngest, I watched you guys do it 100 meters back and my daughter just hit me."

"Laughing, giggle.

It's fun.

The vocal cords clenched their fists of anger in prayer for the return of these roosters.

At that time, the youngest member was sweating, so he swept his thick hair sideways. I could see both ears covered by my hair, which were like, uh, a sit-in, dumpling ears.

Don't even make eye contact on the street. Dumpling ears!

I flew to the vocal cords in a hurry.

[Vocal cords, the pig's ears are the warrior's ears] You know, the wrestler's ears.]

"Oh, cauliflower? That's what happened to my ears. It's plastic surgery."

You're the only one who believes in this. Think of the weight of fate hanging on your shoulder.]

After a while, we arrived at the battlefield.

Even today, only pale blue street lights were shining, and no one was passing by.

As soon as they arrive, all six of them screw up their cigarettes as if they had promised.

But I think Cho Yoon-jung is threatening Moon Jung-eun by putting her cigarette tip right in front of her.

"Nagle, how many days have you had? What?"

I flew in front of Cho Yoon-jung in surprise and raised my hand.

with a jerk

Damn it, you're safe.

Instead, Sung-ah, who was next to her, grabbed Cho Yoon-jung's wrist.

"Oh! You crazy girl... won't you let go?"

"Take it easy."

"Wow, you still don't understand? Hey, Kangman!

"Yes, yes, sister."

"Catch her. You're making me mad."

"Yes, yes."

The youngest pig, who looks well over 180 years old, approaches Sung-ah with a puzzled expression.

The whistling sound from the back.

"Hwi Hwi~Hwi Hwi~♪"

Everyone's eyes were on it.

I couldn't see his face because of the backlight, but I know the person I know.

The tattoo, which bounced a cigarette to the ground, said, putting a hand shield on the eyebrows.

"Hey, who is that?”

This is a golden drip chance!

Vocal cords, please say that!

"It's me, you bastard."

[Yes!]

"Oh? It's the chief of the mop. Did you follow us? You're going to beat the crap out of me?"

At the moment when the tattoo, which had been broken a couple of times, walked slowly, the vocal cords that suddenly gained speed reached just in front of him with a real fast run.

"Oh, you son of a... ..."

The embarrassed tattoo pushes and kicks with a poor form at a glance.

The vocal cords held the foot and fired a strong low kick on the tread.

The body of the tattoo pops up in the air for a moment and falls.

The vocal cords went back to the back of the fallen guy, wrapped his neck in a herring, wrapped his abdomen in both feet, and whispered sweetly to his ears.

"Dream of me."

In that condition, he stretched out his back and stretched his arms.

In exactly 3.5 seconds, the tattoo's eyes turned white.

an end

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