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Although the weather was clear, Jo Hyeong’s face was dark when he checked whether he had been promoted. During my six years of working life, I always had a series of dark moments, but at moments like this when I confirmed my self-evaluation, I really lost affection.

“Ha…”

I sighed, making sure the rest of the office couldn’t hear, just one-fifth as much as I wanted to in my heart. Perhaps other people also heard Jo Hyeong’s sigh, but because they clearly knew the reason, they pretended not to know.

Johyung got up from his seat, went to the bathroom, and looked in the mirror. In the past, if I lost a promotion or was scolded by my boss, I would look in the mirror and shed tears, but now I don’t even shed tears.

Even after sitting down at his desk again, Jo Hyeong was dazed until evening. There wasn’t that much work, perhaps because they were aware of Jo Hyeong’s feelings and were considerate of him. It could have meant that you wouldn’t be promoted anyway and they wouldn’t give you a job, so just leave on your own.

After work hours were over, Jo Hyeong went home without saying anything. When I turned on the light in the dark house, the sight of the neatly organized interior comforted my mood a little.

Jo Hyeong took out a change of underwear and clothes from the dresser, went into the bathroom, and turned on the water in the shower. Lukewarm water poured from a square shower head attached to the ceiling.

Even after adjusting the temperature of the water, Jo Hyeong stared blankly at his naked body reflected in the bathroom mirror.

The moment I looked at my own appearance, I was able to replenish my shattered self-esteem.

Clear skin covering the entire body, light brown, dense hair, clear eyebrows that are not too thick, eyes that are long to the side, a high nose, vibrantly colored lips attached to a moderately sized mouth, and a refined jawbone… even under the face. It looked okay.

Although the muscles of the upper body were not visible under the moderately widened shoulders, they were properly positioned, and the waist was also appropriately tucked in.

And… I can’t show it to the outside or leave anyone guessing, but Jo Hyeong’s penis is huge. Even when he was not in a state of erection, his brightly colored glans hung down 15cm below his groin.

“Heh…”

I smiled for no reason, then went under the shower where I was wasting my water bill and started taking a shower. After about 10 minutes, I heard the sound of the door lock opening from afar.

Jo Hyeong’s head was already washed, but when he heard the sound of the door lock opening, his head started pounding. When Da-jeong came home from work, her self-esteem plummeted even further.

I used to really love her, and I still love her from a corner of my heart, but as the days go by, being with Da-jeong becomes burdensome.

In particular, Jo Hyeong’s inferiority complex built up in his head because Da-jeong worked longer and harder than him and came home later.

A normal person would not have a feeling of inferiority that would bother them, but if you have low self-esteem, you will develop an absurd sense of entitlement.

After taking a shower, Johyung put on his underwear, then put on the baggy shorts and short-sleeved shirt he wore at home, walked out of the bathroom, and glanced at the spot where Dajeong had passed.

Da-jeong’s bag was placed on the sofa in the living room. Until recently, when Da-jeong came home later than he did, he used to secretly search her bag.

I wanted to find out if he was having fun or if he was having an affair, but in the end, all I could come up with was that Da-jeong worked more than plastic surgery, so I was once again embarrassed of myself.

So after that, whenever Da-jeong came back, Jo Hyeong would sit on the sofa blankly and read a book or watch TV until Da-jeong finished washing up.

After the humming sound of the dryer stopped in the bathroom, Da-jeong, wearing pajamas, came out of the bathroom.

Da-jeong is so beautiful that Jo Hyeong’s heart fluttered from the moment he first saw her.

Her black hair flows abundantly from her bob, as if absorbing all the light, and her breasts are so large and round that it seems difficult for her shoulders to bear, and the outline of her breasts is barely obscured by the clothes she wears at home.

If you pass by the thin waist, you will see hips that are half as bulging as the breasts, slightly thick but soft thighs, and if you spread those thighs, sometimes they are waiting for you, very wet.

Da Da was watching TV in a daze and suddenly started fiddling with Jo Hyeong’s arm.

This behavior was a sign that he wanted Johyung’s hands to touch his body.

Jo Hyeong slowly put his hand inside Da-jeong’s clothes with his smooth hand.

The skin is really, really soft. Da-jeong let out a low moan as Jo Hyeong’s fingertips lightly scratched her belly button.

“Huh..”

The hand that had been resting on her belly button gently moved up and massaged Da-jeong’s lower breasts. At the same time, Jo Hyeong’s left hand caressed Da-jeong’s wet crotch and then placed her body on top of his.

“Ha.. Ugh…”

His left hand dug between her thighs and inserted a finger into her vulva and anus, one by one, while his right hand gently scratched Dajeong’s sticky nipples.

“Huh.. Hmm…”

Da-jeong was really feeling it. Since the mucous membrane of the outer skin and the wrinkles of the inner skin were being violated by thick, long fingers, it was natural for a sound to come out.

“Ha…”

Da-jeong reached back and caressed Jo Hyeong’s shorts. He meant to put his hand inside it or insert his penis where his finger was removed, but Johyung hesitated to take off his shorts.

Jo Hyeong’s penis, which stretched 15 cm below the groin without being erect, had forgotten how to extend beyond that length.

I didn’t know exactly when it started. The last time I mixed myself like this was three weeks ago, and considering that I failed to get an erection even then, it was probably the result of something that had been accumulating for quite some time.

“Phew… Phew…”

Dajeong’s hand dug into the center of the sculpture and caressed the dead penis. Of course, even if I did that, I couldn’t get an erection.

If you can’t get an erection even though you keep massaging your penis, the mood is bound to cool off, but Da-jeong kept repeating actions that had no effect.

Da-jeong was actually enjoying herself even though she couldn’t get an erection. Johyung couldn’t feel pleasure, and it seemed like he was enjoying the situation where only he was happy with Johyung’s fingers.

In the end, Cho Hyeong failed to get an erection that day as well. If possible, he would like to make up the excuse of being tired from work, but in the first place, he had little authority or responsibility at work, so it was not at all difficult enough for a 30-year-old man to suffer from erectile dysfunction.

If I were to put my hand on my conscience, my attitude toward Da-jeong’s sculpture, which had changed at some point, made it impossible for me to get an erection.

Although he didn’t swear or belittle me overtly, his skill at ignoring me subtly enough to be noticed was truly outstanding.

It is unclear exactly when Da-jeong started treating sculpture in this way. However, the fact that people in the world viewed Jo Hyeong as inferior to her may have had an impact.

That night, Jo Hyeong, who woke up in the same bed as Da-jeong, quickly fell asleep on a subject that he didn’t put much effort into.

Da-jeong, who was sleeping next to Jo Hyeong with her back turned, had a sharp glow in her eyes. It was a look in his eyes that he did not show in front of Jo Hyeong.

Dajeong seemed to have made up her mind. There was no doubt that he had decided to do something to Johyeong. The next day, Johyeong woke up feeling strangely refreshed. The surrounding air was strangely humid. First of all, when I opened my eyes, the surroundings were still pitch dark.

“What…what…what?”

Jo Hyeong looked around, but couldn’t see anything clearly, let alone Da-jeong’s figure. The only thing he could feel was that he was now naked, lying on something similar to a mattress, and that his limbs were completely bound.

“What the fuck!”

I looked at him swearing, but no one or anything responded. Just as tears were about to flow from my eyes, the tablet attached to the ceiling turned on with a brilliant flame, causing the tears to well up.

A tablet that looked much larger than the sculpture’s head printed text and made an eerie, feminine mechanical sound.

[hello. You have been registered as SEXUALLY_LOUSY_LUGUBRIOUS_TRAINEE at the request of your spouse and at the discretion of this organization.]

Even though he didn’t know what loudy or lugubrious meant, Jo Hyeong could guess where he was.

Yes. This place is an institution that brings in men who have poor sexual lives and ‘re-educates’ them.

Jo Hyeong had never seen or heard of what happens to men who undergo re-education, so his motionless body trembled with fear.

At that time, Da-jeong’s face appeared on the tablet.

“Hello, honey?”