Chapter 110 – Outside the Room (2).

Han So-ra took a seat at a food stall unlike an S-class.
Instead of sunglasses, he wore glasses with big eyes, covering his face roughly.

“It’s been a while since I drank with a man.”

Pojangmacha had a high age group of users overall.
There was a tendency to recognize Han So-ra less.

‘It was helpful to go here and there with Ara.’

If it wasn’t for that, she’d go to any bar like an idiot.
And the plan will end without even being executed.

“One drink at a time.”

Han So-ra poured a drink into Park Seon-woo’s glass.
One glass is two glasses, two glasses are one bottle.

“You drink well, Sunwoo Hunter. Is it because you’re a man? It’s different from Ara.”
“I don’t drink well because I’m a man, I drink well because I’m Park Seon-woo.”
“Oh yeah?”

With the thought of letting go, she pushed on.

At first, she took it lightly and drank it.
She pretended to be strong as she took a lot of slack.

“Ooh, I can’t drink. Now the limit.”

Park Seon-woo put down his drink while crying.
She was getting back what she had done to Choi Da-eun.

Park Seon-woo whined that he would not drink.
Controlling him was very easy.

“Sunwoo Hunter, are you drunk already? Aren’t men too weak?”
“Am I? No? Not at all?”

If you spit out a single word like this, he will tilt his glass while shaking himself.
With a reddened face as if he had already reached his limit.

“… Sora, are you okayhehe, will it be difficult?”
“Yes, yes, I think it is a bit difficult.”

Out of courtesy, I said it was difficult.
Actually, it’s not difficult at all.

Park Seon-woo glares at the soju bottles stacked on the table.
Quite a number of soju bottles were placed on the blue table unique to a food stall.

Park Seon-woo counted the remains of the soju bottles he had slain with wide-eyed eyes, unable to control his body due to drunkenness.

Han So-ra pushed a drink to Park Seon-woo.
Park Seon-woo’s eyes trembled when he saw the glass full of soju.

“Rather than just drinking soju, how about having a conversation?”
“You are having a conversation. With alcohol.”
“I think I just drink too much. Simple with Sora….”
“A man, hey?”

Han So-ra laughed at Park Seon-woo, curling up the corners of her mouth as much as she could.
Park Seon-woo, who fell for the trivial provocation, immediately drank.
And cry

“… Lost, lost I really can’t anymore.”

Seonwoo Park shook his head and put down his drinking glass.
If he drank more here, he would end up regurgitating all the snacks he had eaten so far.
The stomach was furiously warning.

If it was in front of Choi Da-eun, I would have beaten him, but I didn’t have the courage to do it in front of Han So-ra.
So she decided to stop drinking.

Not even one cow forced it any further.
I had no intention of fainting Park Seon-woo at all.
He was just trying to get him to get drunk and crack his cock.

“Then let’s talk as simple as Sunwoo Hunter wants and then go.”

One Sora detoxified her alcohol by boosting her metabolism.
I kept the alcohol to a pleasant level and threw the rest away.

“Sunwoo Hunter, are you dating Daeun?”
“… I’m not sure if I should say that we’re dating or not.”

Park Seon-woo replied with a smile.
She seemed to be thinking of Choi Da-eun.

Dare to face Han So-ra, the first-class S-rank hunter.

‘Does Da-eun know? That Sunwoo Hunter is a rapist?’

She will never know
In the first place, Choi Da-eun will not have any contact with Mr. Kamen.
There is no way to know that Park Seon-woo is a trash rapist.

Han So-ra continued to ask personal questions.
Most of them were related to her private life.

Little by little, the domains of Mr. And Park Seon-woo overlapped.
As the commonalities increased, the intersection began to widen.

The way you speak, your habits, your habits, your smell….
He covered his face with a mask and changed his voice to a tie.
So she wasn’t 100% sure.

‘I should check it today.’

The time has come.
Thanks to the simple conversation, Park Seon-woo’s vigilance was completely released.
While enjoying her languid drunkenness, Han So-ra gazed at Park Seon-woo, who was chattering away.

“Sunwoo Hunter, will you wake up soon?”
“Ah yes.”

Park Seon-woo glanced at the remaining alcohol as he got up from his seat.
And stuck out his tongue
Too bad, I didn’t want to drink it.

One So-ra has already paid for her drinking party.

“I bought this.”

Park Seon-woo just looks around while he takes out his card, then comes back when it’s all over and says shyly.
Han So-ra let out a laugh.

“It’s okay. She would shoot from the start, she even said….”

Han So-ra was in a very good mood.
Inflated with the anticipation of meeting Mr. Kamen’s raw penis, he spat out a mistake.

“It’s a cock fee.”
“… Yes?”
“It’s nothing. Shall we go soon? I will give you a ride.”

Fortunately, Park Seon-woo did not properly listen to Han So-ra.
I didn’t dare to think that the word I heard spilled was cock.
He answered roughly, pretending that he was listening.

“Come on.”

Han So-ra took Park Seon-woo into her car.
Park Seon-woo stumbles into the passenger seat.
Han So-ra’s car moves smoothly.

“… Cool, cool….”

As soon as Park Sun-woo got into the car, he fell down.
He opened his mouth and exhaled indiscriminately, as if he had been very drunk.

“Chew-cuw-cuw.”

Han So-ra let out a meaner laugh than anyone else.
I wondered if it was too much of a villainous laugh, but….

“Mr. Mask, if you are so defenseless…. Get eaten up by me Wake up.”

Other than that, there was no other laugh.
It was a laugh that suited the situation.

Han So-ra’s own car gets sucked into the parking lot of a nearby motel.
She naturally parked the car and woke Park Seon-woo.

“Sunwoo Hunter, everyone is here. Get up and sleep.”
“Yes Yes.”

Park Seon-woo woke up and thanked Han So-ra with hazy eyes.

“Buy some equipment today…. Thank you in many ways. I’ll shoot you a meal next time. Clear the 20th floor and come out.”
“For now, leave the equipment in the car. I will upload it.”
“Ah….”

I couldn’t lift the equipment because I was drunk.
Should I say that the power is running out all the time?

Park Seon-woo shook his head.

“Well, yes….”
“Come on. I will help you.”

Han So-ra pulled Park Seon-woo out of the passenger seat.
He wrapped his arms around his shoulders and wrapped himself around his strong back, and headed slowly toward the motel.
Park Seon-woo was dragged by a woman who was thinner than himself.

Light.
To an S-class hunter, even a strong adult man felt like a child.

‘The position has changed here.’

Originally, in most cases, the man carries the woman on his back, but in this couple, the woman carries the man.
The motel counter part-timer was watching Han So-ra and Park Seon-woo through CCTV.

Han So-ra took her room key and climbed into the elevator.
I laid Park Seon-woo on the bed in the motel room and smiled.

“Ugh….”

Perhaps thinking that he had arrived home, Park Seon-woo took off his socks and jacket.
And the moment you want to pull down your pants.

“…… ?”

I felt a foreign gaze and opened my eyes.
I spotted Sora looking down at me with her smiling face.

“Uh, uh, Sora-san?! Why, why in my house…. No no.”
“Does this look like Sunwoo Hunter’s house?”

Park Seon-woo looks around.
He shook his head terribly.

Not home
It is a motel.

“Why, why did you come to the motel?”
“Why did the man and woman come to the motel, she must have come to play with air?”
“Why are Sora and I together at a motel… ?”
“Ah, why is that? At an age where we know everything about each other.”

Han So-ra was a woman who knew nothing until Mr. Kamen ate her.
Because of Mr. Mask, she knew what sex was and she learned to have fun.

Han So-ra took off Park Seon-woo’s pants.
A D-class hunter could not go against the power of an S-class hunter.

“Oh no….”
“What’s wrong?”

Park Seon-woo struggles.

How would a rapist feel?
She didn’t want to be fucked, so the way she rebelled looked like she was begging to be fucked.

Park Seon-woo spits out a lie that doesn’t sound like words.

“It’s my first time….”
“The first time is a bitch, it’s the first time.”

It was absurd from her point of view.
He rubbed her cock against her cunt until he blew and squeezed against her womb until his balls were empty.
If Park Seon-woo is a virgin, then what on earth is the sex he has had with himself?

Park Seon-woo struggled to cover his groin.

‘It’s Mr. Mask’s son!’

One So-ra glared at the bulging front of her panties and gulped at her.
She couldn’t take it anymore.
I tore Park Seon-woo’s panties at once.
Grasping her panty band with both her hands, cheep!

“Ha… !”

It was worth dragging her around all day.
The soaked cock smells really bad….

Han Sora couldn’t stand it, and she charged toward Mr. Mask’s cock.
Between the droopy balls and shyly bowed cock, he put his nose in the damp, wet spot.

Sniff, sniff! Write-!
“Miss Sora… !”

Park Seon-woo pushed Han So-ra’s head.
But it didn’t push.

‘I found it, Mr. Mask….’

This smell, this size.
The stomach cries out.
As if the owner had been found.