260. Trip (30)

…On earth, with what nerve is she wandering around the streets?

Without even erasing them.

Even though her dress is a bit long, she isn’t wearing pants either.

If some crazy bastard ran up and lifted her clothes, or took secret photos, it would be more than just trouble.

I couldn’t understand at all how Hinami could walk around so confidently, full of semen inside her.

I… even though I scrubbed myself so hard, my heart is pounding like I’m going to die.

“Jia-ya, wanna go in there?”

“What?”

Grabbing her straw hat, Hinami spun around, looked at me, and pointed at a sparkling building in the distance, chattering at me.

…No matter how I looked from afar, it looked like nothing but an adult toy store.

With a lewd smile filling her face and the character ‘bar jeong’ carved onto her thigh, I showed an exasperated expression at my friend who was spouting nonsense. She grinned even wider and burst into laughter.

“Puhuhu…. Why are you getting so serious? It’s obviously a joke.”

“…Do you know there are jokes you can tell and jokes you can’t?”

“Isn’t this a joke you can tell? …Did we forget what we were doing until just now?”

“…”

…I had known for a long time what that annoying sophistry meant.

That she was a crazy masochistic pervert and a morally bankrupt piece of trash, so she was trying to drag me down to her level. I knew it was a ploy.

But even knowing that, I couldn’t refute it point by point.

As Hinami said, it was the truth that I too had just come from having sex with a man.

Without a condom, without ejaculating outside.

Deep inside.

A lot.

I had received a man’s semen.

“When speaking Korean, let’s talk more casually, Jia-ya. …You secretly like this kind of thing, don’t you?”

“I don’t.”

“Really? …You don’t like dirty jokes?”

“Far from liking them, they’re fucking unpleasant?”

“Hmm… Then our Jia doesn’t like dirty jokes, but likes the dirty talk from her brother-in-law… Kaak, hey, I can’t breathe…”

“…Shut up.”

Of course, the fact that I was that kind of woman wasn’t a reason I couldn’t shut Hinami’s babbling mouth.

She’s much smaller than me, and the height difference is awkward, so much so that we can’t even kiss comfortably during sex.

What makes her so great, acting like she’s so amazing and talking down like an adult?

…Kang Joo-hyuk probably likes doing it with me more than you, honestly.

It’s just because you’re so clingy; he’s just indulging you.

“I surrender, I surrender. Give up…. Haa, hey. Jia, you, damn. Like that with your chest out in public…”

“It was a headlock; when did I use my chest… Ah. …I didn’t mean to, but I was born this way, so I can’t help it. Sorry about that.”

I’m taller too.

My chest is bigger too.

My hips are wider too.

My face is… honestly, I think it’s a matter of taste.

Our skin is anyway equally expensive thanks to the money poured into it.

She can’t even sing.

Her only advantages are dancing well, being cute, and her pale skin tone.

“…Jia, you’ve suddenly become shameless?”

“You think you’re the only one?”

She’s even more shameless than me.

Except for her talent as an idol, she’s a woman with nothing better than me.

It made me feel ashamed that I once genuinely admired someone like her in the past.

If I had known her inner thoughts were lewd earlier, I would have only maintained a business relationship like the other unnies in the same group.

…If that were the case, I wouldn’t have gotten involved with Kang Joo-hyuk either.

Wouldn’t it have happened that I wouldn’t have fallen to her level either?

Thinking like that, Hinami became even more detestable.

Later tonight, when she’s excitedly clinging to her brother-in-law.

I want to easily snatch him away and mess with her badly.

…Of course, Kang Joo-hyuk is a little scary.

He seemed tired today.

**

“They’re getting along well, these kids.”

“Huh?”

“They play well together?”

A video of the purple-haired one holding the white-haired one in her arms while squeezing their temples tightly was circulating all over Twitter.

The target audience who would like it was obvious, making me wonder if it was staged, but no matter how I looked, they didn’t seem aware they were being filmed, so I could tell they were really fighting.

I couldn’t tell what they fought about, and thought their fighting was quite cute, but that wasn’t really important.

“Hmm…, Yeah. They’re surprisingly getting along.”

“Right?”

“I thought those two would fight like crazy.”

“I thought so too.”

Considering how they used to fight each other to death, the fact that their relationship has improved a lot.

“…Isn’t it because they’ve grown fond of each other? From doing things together?”

“That sounds a bit weird.”

“Does it? Anyway, they did it together, right?”

…Inside that fluttering outfit, in her stomach.

The fact that my semen would be residing.

That fact strangely excited me.

“…Excuse me, Master. Getting an erection again, again, what are you trying to do?”

“Sorry.”

“Just looking at tweets, did you catch a disease that makes you horny?”

“It’s not like that.”

Perhaps the drug’s effects, which I thought had worn off, hadn’t worn off yet, as I instinctively got an erection again.

Since I was wearing a yukata, I thought I wouldn’t be caught, but Haeun looked at me intently, quickly noticed, looked at me pitifully, and sighed deeply.

Of course, if you only count today, I haven’t done it that much.

After ejaculating about four times and passing out, then maybe twice more at the limit.

It’s just that yesterday and the day before I went at it like crazy, but I recover so quickly after a short rest; it’s amazing even to myself.

“You say no? …It seems like it. Give me your phone.”

“Why.”

“Hand it over. It’s shared anyway.”

Anyway, whether she was annoyed at me getting an erection from looking at another woman’s photo while sitting in the corner talking, Haeun, as usual, snatched my phone, fiddled with the screen, and played something, holding it out to me.

I wondered what it was – her YouTube.

She showed me a video of herself playing guitar in a nun outfit, and suddenly clung to my back, put her hand under my clothes, and whispered softly in my ear.

“Look. …Seeing my video, you got hard again.”

“…This isn’t a tweet.”

“It’s all the same. …It’s all posted on the internet.”

“…”

With the hands playing the guitar diligently in the video, she teasingly caressed my nipples.

With lips barely visible in the video, she nibbled on my earlobes.

With a tongue never seen in the video, she licked stickily inside my ear.

So intensely that it drowned out the sweet music, Haeun thrust her tongue deep.

“Hoo… You pervert bastard.”

“No man who wouldn’t get hard after being treated like this by you exists in this world.”

“Our Master got hard the moment he saw the video. You pervert bastard. …Do you like screwing over my fans?”

“I’ve never screwed them over.”

“You’re lying. …Every time you delete the lewd comments, you snicker.”

“That’s just because they look pathetic…”

“Really? …When you see others buying the photos you took of me for money, haven’t you gotten excited?”

“…”

Words stickier than that thick saliva, she shoved into my brain.

My loosely worn yukata, she slowly took off.

She came back in front of me, knocked me down, and climbed on top of me.

Then, she carefully took off her own yukata with her own hands.

Srrrk, she revealed her breasts to me, without a single bra.

“…This, others can’t even see this for money.”

“…”

Those ample breasts that others couldn’t see, no matter how much they paid.

I placed my hand.

Letting me feel them to my heart’s content.

“You know this isn’t cheap, right? …Our Master, you know well how much I earn.”

“…You earn more than me.”

“Mhm, mhm. …Without even taking them off, just posting slightly revealing cosplay photos gets that much? …Then how much more expensive would it be if I actually did it?”

Emotions that can’t be quantified by money in the first place.

She gently caressed my heart.

She lay down on top of me, letting me feel it directly.

“Ah, of course. They are more expensive than me though…. Anyway.”

“…Still, I’m an expensive woman in my own way.”

“You’re more expensive.”

“Thanks, even if it’s just lip service.”

“I’m not kidding. …They’re bound by contracts. You wouldn’t sell yourself for any price.”

“…You’d sell for 10 billion won.”

“Just?”

“Puhuhu…”

Unlike the other girls, I caressed her, whose value couldn’t be measured in money, and felt the pounding tremors of my heart to my heart’s content.

…To put it coldly, Hinami and Jia are less mine and more the agency’s property that I’m secretly stealing and eating.

If caught, I’d have to pay a fine and could even get into legal trouble.

Haeun, without any of that, is completely my property.

These ample breasts too.

My smooth waist too.

My slightly cute love handles too.

My firm butt too.

My thighs, which I’ve diligently made strong too.

All of it.

“Okay. …I know our Master loves me so much, so go throw your phone over there.”

“…Stay still in the meantime.”

“I won’t stay still? I’ll be hiding secretly?”

“Stop joking.”

“Heehee.”

If I grabbed her wrist and dragged her out and shouted to the whole neighborhood that she was mine, there would be no problem.

I hugged my own Seo Haeun tightly, then I took the phone I received, threw it far away, laid her down, and made love deeply once more.

…Stealing something I shouldn’t have secretly was incredibly thrilling, but.

Indulging in something only I could have to my heart’s content and bragging about it to others.

Was never lacking; it was a satisfying feeling.