Chapter 24 – Masturbation That Makes You Cry

24. Masturbation that makes you cry

I vomited semen into Zia’s vagina without her permission.

Jujujujujujujujuju!

Semen began to fill Jia’s vagina.

“Haa… Oppa… I cum too. I love it so much.. I love you.”

“Me too. It was so good.”

I lay down on top of Zia and took a deep breath.

We secretly had sex in this dark room with no one around.

I was lucky that there were no other women who shared the same lifestyle.

Everyone was taking undergraduate classes, so everyone was leaving their seats.

“Jia, did your brother bring medicine?”

“Ungh..”

Jia answered, looking blankly into space with her eyes showing that she was drowsy or sleepy.

“Because you could get pregnant. “I got some medicine.”

“I can have your child..”

She said, kissing Jia’s cheek.

“Later, I will make Jia pregnant as much as she wants. Let’s eat now.”

“Ugh..I love you.”

Jia laughs brightly at my answer.

I don’t know how Jia felt, but I felt very sorry.

Jia also seemed quite worried.

We were both so crazy with pleasure that we ejaculated without any contraception.

It’s my fault for not using birth control.

I should have brought condoms today too.

I also never dreamed that I would insert my dick into Jia’s pussy like this today.

The problem was the very sexy Jia.

Now, if I see Jia, I might get fucked, so I should always be prepared.

I even finished replacing her new mattress and blankets and putting them in the washing machine.

Jia immediately fell asleep as if she was tired.

*

One month later,

Perhaps it’s time for a new meal, and the kids I live with walk out of bed.

I scratched my stomach and stared at a boy of the same age going to eat.

He is the same as me.

I dropped out.

I look back to see if he felt my gaze.

After staring at her, she turns her head and leaves.

It’s been a long time since we talked.

I don’t even know the name.

I was looking at my phone blankly under the blanket.

I turned off the screen.

There are several bunk beds in the religious center dormitory where I am staying.

I use a bunk bed.

I climbed down the bunk bed ladder and looked around.

The messy blankets on the bunk bed are waiting for their owner.

They are colorful and dishonored, as if each person has their own personality.

The owners of these blankets are all the same age.

Class must have just ended because no one except one dropped out.

There are large lockers lined up next to the bathroom.

When I click on my locker and open it, I see books.

Traces of Woojin hyung.

It seemed like just yesterday when they were telling me to pass and buy it for me.

I told you to study.

Stroke the book.

The stiff feel of the book cover reached my fingertips.

B undergraduate graduation qualification examination.

“You must go to Department C! Okay!”

The nun sister who gave me instructions.

You must pass.

Because I don’t want to see my sister’s disappointed expression.

She sighed and went to the restaurant to eat.

She arrived at the restaurant, picked up the tray, and received her meal.

“Jian, eat a lot!”

The restaurant lady serves plenty of sausages.

I guess he feels sorry for me because I’m small and thin. He always gives me meat side dishes.

When there are no people around like this, he takes great care of me.

Probably because it had nothing to do with religion, it seemed like he was looking at me without colored glasses.

They contract with an outside company and only come during lunchtime on weekdays.

I quickly look around.

There aren’t that many people.

Because everyone is outside at this time.

Unless I drop out, I don’t eat at a restaurant for lunch on weekdays.

Lunch was ugly.

I sit down in an empty seat. Soybean paste stew.

Clutter.

I have no appetite.

I have no choice but to eat it.

When I look around, I see empty dishes, probably because I ate too much.

The sound of chatting is loud.

I glanced in that direction.

The yellow head glanced at me.

The chattering kids suddenly become quiet.

He glances at me and frowns.

I couldn’t hear what they were talking about.

Turn off your mind,

I pick up the spoon I used to scoop up the soybean paste stew again.

Holding my chopsticks, I dug through the side dishes.

I suddenly felt sorry for my touch.

Tak-

I put down my chopsticks.

It was disgusting.

It seemed like the seasoning wasn’t right.

Why does it taste like this today?

I felt like I was going to throw up.

Grumble-

The chair was taken out.

I only ate a little.

A few sausages. A few tablespoons of rice.

Jia’s class ends around 5 p.M.

Just wait a few hours.

The waiting time was too long.

I want to see you soon.

Turd, trudge.

I take a weak step.

Like a zombie.

I was walking in a daze and raised my head when I felt a familiar feeling.

It is a small library created by Ilcheon Religious Center.

Dalkak-

I opened the door.

There was no one.

Maybe it was because it was only kids who had built a wall around reading, so I was the only one.

Tak-

I closed the door and sat down on an old chair in a corner.

When I took out my phone, I saw myself reflected on the black screen.

Ugh.

A face with a shadow.

There was a dark-looking, expressionless man.

He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

The man’s lenses reflected in the black screen seemed dead.

I didn’t want to see my face anymore so I turned on the screen.

Tak-

When I entered the gallery, I saw several photos.

A person who couldn’t bring himself to tell Jia, who hid it.

I clicked on the group photo.

It was a photo of her smiling brightly, with huge breasts contrasting with her small face.

Sister Jian.

Even today, I am staying in the past.

Is the nun doing well without me?

My memories with the nun still feel like a dream.

I always remember the moments we had together.

I miss you like this.

Why does my heart hurt like this every time?

There is someone you like in a place you can’t reach.

It is truly miserable.

Those voluptuous and soft breasts.

It was never forgotten.

I couldn’t forget it.

I jumped up from my seat.

Look at this bitch’s tits! It is filled with shouting

G&Nuna’s breasts stand upright and resilient like a real rocket,

When I squeezed it, the flesh would overflow between my fingers like pudding.

I said I would touch it for the rest of my life.

I can’t touch it now.

Ah-.

It was the old days.

I should have taken a picture of the rocket chest.

There is currently no reply from my sister.

Did you read it?

Drurrrr!

As I kept thinking about my sister, I jumped up and ran to the bathroom.

My penis was already big.

Tata tata-

As I run to my destination, a girl with short hair who was coming towards the library looks at me.

There was nothing to worry about.

Bang!

I quickly lock the door, sit on the toilet, and pull down my pants.

My penis stands so stiff and straight as to pierce my panties.

When I wrapped my right hand around my genitals, my genitals were as hot as a pillar of fire.

Ha-.

I close my eyes and recall the miraculous events of that time that I still can’t believe.

The smooth, light pink nipple touched my tongue.

I can’t forget when the nun’s nipples became erect.

When aroused, those light pink nipples grow larger and become giant nipples.

When I rolled the nipple in my mouth, it felt like I was sucking my little finger.

Although the nun is denying it, she apparently becomes more sexually aroused when her breasts and nipples are stimulated.

Her breasts swayed like waves when she arched her back and trembled.

I liked that shaking.

Clap-

The sound of the bathroom door opening.

Looks like another boy is coming in.

I slowed down the speed at which I shook my penis.

That brilliant chest.

I miss you.

She could suck all day long, but the nun really didn’t give her breasts away.

Really sometimes.

It was allowed to me.

Once it was imprinted deep in my brain, I couldn’t forget it.

The feel of my tongue, which you have already tasted, cannot be satisfied with other women’s nipples.

My instinctive behavior continued.

Tak-tak-tak

Ah. I regret it.

A photo I didn’t take for fear of being caught by someone.

I should take a picture.

I was afraid that someone would see my real personal photos and keep them.

So my sister’s photo only existed in group photos.

Our memories of her she were on display in her her gallery her

This is because nuns often check their phones unexpectedly.

No one could stop the nuns’ madness as they put rebel children to sleep.

The crazy beliefs were far removed from common sense.

I couldn’t communicate well with the kids who were doing well here.

There were only a few people with whom I could communicate.

Whoo-whoo-

I squeeze my genitals.

“Hmm… Eup!”

I’m crying – I’m crying.

Semen comes out.

The inside of the toilet, which seemed clean, is becoming increasingly cloudy.

I’m sorry.

My children.

You are the children who should have gone into Sister Jian’s place.

I was ugly.

At that time,

I heard a jingling sound.

I straightened my pants and poured down the water.

Gurgling-

The water goes down coolly.

Dalkak-

When I open the bathroom door, there is a locked door to my right.

Surely you didn’t notice?

I tried to silence the sound as much as possible.

Like a stealth plane.

It was quiet and quick.

After washing my hands and walking out, I put my phone back and clicked on the app.

There was a message.

Sister’s reply.

A profile photo of a natural scenery.

There wasn’t a single photo on her profile

Oh, this simple profile actually made things difficult for her kids.

Noona Jian, the epitome of short answers.

She was Sister Jian, who seemed to be a faithful worker in Yeokcheon.

However, the thrill of discovering a new side of such a seemingly innocent woman is an unforgettable experience.

Unlike her her her her first impression of her purity, patience, and purity

He showed a lustful red face at the movement of my tongue.

Once again, I checked her tok her, picturing her her silhouette with breasts and hips larger than her her her her own small face her compared to her ant her waist her her.

[Sister: I think this month’s class will be difficult as well.]

“…Ha.”

I can’t help but sigh.

It means we won’t be able to meet again this month.

I tried to reply but ended up not being able to write anything.

My fingers were lost and waving in the air.

I could write an empty greeting, but.

I turned off the phone screen.

I walked aimlessly.

“…”

At that time, Jiying-

The cell phone started ringing.