episode_0011

Near the photo booth, street stalls were lined up to form a street. There are a variety of foods including churros, beaded ice cream, corn dogs, butter grilled corn, cotton candy, and coffee.

Mixed-race mermaids also recognize this fact through smell rather than looking through photos.

“Oh, now that I think about it, wasn’t it when I was starting to feel nauseous?”

Jeong Hae-in, who raised his head and recognized the street stall, said so and put the photo in his bag.

“Let’s fill our bellies and disperse on our own.”

Okay, there’s nothing more to do now.

“Then I’ll go first.”

The prices of the food sold here are obvious. But it’s not particularly delicious.

I thought there was no need to get caught up in the atmosphere and waste money on something like that.

“Huh? Are you going without eating?”

“Yes, I’m not really hungry.”

“Hmm, wait a moment.”

Jeong Hae-in nods his head at my answer and walks away somewhere. It was a coffee stand.

At the counter, Jung Hae-in points to the menu and holds out his card to pay. After a while she returned with a plastic cup.

“Now, take it.”

The plastic cup that was being held out contained iced coffee.

“Drink as you go. Oh, by any chance you can’t drink coffee?”

“…No way.”

I shook my head, accepting it.

“I will drink well.”

In response to my thanks, Jeong Hae-in lightly slaps my butt and massages it slightly.

“Okay, goodbye.”

The other two also waved at me.

I also said a proper hello and walked towards the exit of the amusement park.

As I was walking, pulling out a straw and gulping down iced coffee, the cell phone I had in my pocket vibrated once.

‘Did I receive a text message?’

Without thinking about it, I put my hand in my pocket and check my phone.

“uh.”

And the moment I checked the message, I almost heard Sarai.

A photo was sent to the phone screen. It was a photo taken by me.

Also a naked photo.

The sent photo shows me sitting on the toilet in a public restroom, with all the buttons on my short-sleeved men’s shirt undone, the round shirt I was wearing underneath lifted up to my collarbone, and my pants and panties pulled down, clearly exposing my wet cock.

It wasn’t particularly difficult to guess where this photo was taken.

As anyone can see, it was when I was sexually assaulted on the subway and then dragged to the bathroom and raped.

That crazy bitch happened to take a picture.

It was easy to guess when this photo was taken and who took it.

But the problem is.

‘Who sent this message?’

It’s not like she got my phone number back then.

My head gets confused. At the same time, cold sweat flows. What is it, who is it really?

Are there any people who know my cell phone number who were friends with that bitch at the time?

What if that’s not the case?

‘The worst thing that can happen is that she posts my picture on the Internet and one of my friends sees it and stabs me like this.’

Ha, fuck. If that’s really the case, how should you respond?

At a time when my head was pounding with pain, someone stood behind me.

“Hello.”

Shocked, I hurriedly covered the screen of my phone and looked back to see a woman standing there grinning with her teeth exposed.

Straight golden hair, asymmetrical parted bangs, ears with a lot of piercings that only show on one side, pale bronze skin, taller than me, a solid body, tattoos all over the body, a white sleeveless shirt that fits well and cuts deep into the chest, that’s it. In contrast, a baggy black jacket, denim hot pants short enough to show the buttocks, and canvas shoes that go up to the ankles.

That crazy bitch back then.

“What are you looking at?”

The woman reaches out and forcibly takes away the cell phone I had covered.

“Aha, were you looking at the photo I sent you?”

what? That’s what that bitch sent you?

When I found out that the photo had not been posted on the Internet, I felt strangely relieved, but at the same time, new questions arose.

‘How does that bitch know my cell phone number….’

Looking at my dumbfounded expression, the woman guesses what I’m thinking.

“Even though I look like this, it’s because I’m a professional hunter.”

ah.

If so, I think I understand.

Freelance hunters, as well as hunter guilds, have the right to view the personal information of students attending the Forest Specialization School.

When it comes to hunter guilds, the main purpose is scouting after graduation.

If you are a freelance hunter, your main goal is to find part-time workers who can be hired at a low price.

Of course, viewing can be prohibited at the student’s request, but I allowed viewing because I thought that being hired by a freelance hunter was a great part-time job where you could make money and gain practical experience if you took a little risk.

If a student hired as a part-time worker dies, the hunter would have to pay a penalty and be disciplined by the Photographers’ Association, so the risk of the job was just right.

‘Well, it doesn’t look like it’s normal, so even though its magical power level is high, it’s likely that it’s a hunter.’

While I was thinking that, the woman clung to me, letting out sticky breath like she did in the subway.

“Looking at naked pictures of yourself outside, you lewd bastard. why? Do you get excited just thinking about that time?”

And then again, a hand touches my butt.

“Ha…, you son of a bitch…, you really suck…”

The hand that was massaging the buttocks with one hand moves to the perineum and whispers.

“I can’t do it, you. Follow me.”

The woman stayed right behind me and left the amusement park together.

After leaving the amusement park, she headed me straight to where her car was parked. And pushes me into the car.

The woman’s car was a German-made coupe-type SUV. She picks me up and starts the engine.

A woman who drives a car onto the road without wearing a seat belt holds the steering wheel with only one hand and extends the other hand towards me.

The sight looked truly dangerous. Even if an accident occurred right away, it didn’t seem strange.

‘I don’t know if you’re confident that you won’t get hurt even in an accident, but I’m a D-class person so if I were to get into a car accident, I’d be pretty hurt.’

Of course, I didn’t seem like a person who would listen if I spoke, so I didn’t say that thought out loud.

‘Crazy bitch. Yes, let it happen.’

I was about to rest my chin on the window while thinking that, but a hand reached out and grabbed me by the waist of my pants.

Thin and long fingers twitch. The fingers that first unbuttoned the button deftly pulled down the zipper.

“Hmm?”

Afterwards, my hand touches my bare skin as I move to take my dick out of my panties.

Then the woman no longer looks straight ahead and turns her head towards me.

“What is it? Was it no panties?”

“…I have some circumstances.”

“What is the situation?”

A look of mischief begins to appear on the woman’s face. The eyes are like a cat that has found a bird.

Although mixed-race mermaids had clothes that could be worn by both men and women, they did not have men’s underwear.

The woman, who does not know my situation, inserts her hand deeper into the crotch and stimulates the perineum. Then, for a moment, he grabs my balls and strokes them gently.

“I’m so fucking curious. There is a reason why you walk around with your dick shaking without panties in front of others like a prostitute.”

The hand that was caressing my balls gradually moves up and grabs the pillar of my dick.

“Isn’t it just because you’re a naturally lewd slut?”

“ugh….”

The woman’s hands begin to move along with the accusatory words.

The four fingers – index finger, middle finger, ring finger, and little finger – move up and down and stroke the penis pillar.

The thumb is bent in an exquisite position and touches and stimulates the tip of the glans each time it moves up and down.

“Ugh…, Ugh…”

When the fucking started, instead of retorting, I bit my lower lip and suppressed a moan.

The cock becomes erect quickly.

Although it is erect, the glans is still covered by the foreskin.

The woman deftly moves her thumb, which was stimulating the tip of the glans, to penetrate between the foreskin and the glans.

“Uh…, Ah…”

“Is it good?”

While asking that question, the woman twirls her thumb between the foreskin and the glans. With the movement of the hand, the foreskin comes off and the glans is completely exposed.

“Do you like it when I touch you? Cooper fluid is so fucking thick.”

Every time I wave my hand, the creaking sound gets louder and mixes with the sound of the car engine.

at that time.

The phone vibrates once again.

If you see it ringing regularly, it’s someone’s phone.

When I picked up my phone and checked it, I saw that it was a call from Seo-yoon.

“Wo…, Hello…?”

[Oh, are you Suhyeon?]

“Yes…, what happened…?”

[No, just. I was wondering if you went in safely yesterday. I also want to check if the phone number is correct.]

“Aha…, Okay…, I went in well…”

[so? thank god.]

There the conversation stops for a moment.

After seeing that I was answering the phone, the woman became even more excited and touched my dick to induce ejaculation.

[…The weather is nice today. Should we go somewhere to have fun together after a long time?]

Oh, this sister also has really bad timing.

“I’m sorry…, I had a prior agreement…, so…”

[I see. Then there is nothing we can do.]

A bitter voice trying to hide its regret.

As I listened to that voice, I reached my limit, and I burst into tears without even being able to hang up the phone.

[Then, see you after the weekend.]

“Yes hehe…! Hehe…!”

My face, desperately holding back my moans, is reflected in the window glass. It was an absolutely pathetic sight.