Chapter 89 – The Man You Know (5).

I turned off my phone and put it down.
There was no reason to watch the video anymore.
I briefly conveyed what happened last night, and Choi Da-eun listened to me in silence.

“What the hell happened to him?”

At first, he was thinking of lending Choi Da-eun his cock.
Even though I was drunk, I thought that if I left evidence of fellatio as a video, it would be useful.

But it wasn’t the mood.
As soon as he saw Choi Da-eun, who had become duller than usual, and heard a watery voice asking for help, he had to discard and revise the plan he had made at best.

I didn’t know it was going to be this hard.
When I met him wearing a mask, I only saw a strong and dignified figure, so there was no way he knew what he was thinking.
He never imagined he would suffer alone.

‘It’s great that he confided in me.’

We’ve been spending a lot of time together lately.
Even if they were comfortable with me, we were quite close enough to understand.

I had a drink in such a state.
It was a good atmosphere, I think.
Although they grumbled, a drinking party where laughter never stopped, comfortable and enjoyable.

That became the trigger, demolishing the wall Choi Da-eun had built and breaking the dam.
I couldn’t stand it and it exploded.

Choi Da-eun pursed his lips.
After staring at her for about three minutes, she slowly opened her mouth.

“… I don’t need to know.”
“Sister, no, Da-eun.”

Climbing onto her bed and crawling, Choi Da-eun clung to her side.
And she looked into her eyes.

Her eyes were trembling violently.
She seemed to decide that it was something she couldn’t bear to say, and she didn’t want to tell me.

He grabbed her hand as she hid under her blanket.
Da-eun Choi tried her best to shake off my touch.
She pretended to be strong.

“Leave this.”

There is no way Choi Da-eun could not beat my strength.
If you’re determined, you can shake it off.

I was still holding her hand in her most.

“I want to help. I don’t know if a guy like me will be useful or not.”

In fact, if I go, I’m trash.
If I told you honestly, I thought my cock and balls would be cut off, so I’m going to confess like this from the bottom of my heart.

“I thought the team leader was the strongest in the world. But what is this? You are too weak.”
“… It’s not something you should worry about, ill…. Idiot.”

No, I’m sick.
Don’t call me stupid.

Calling me an idiot makes me feel like I’m treated like trash and I’m sorry, so calling me an idiot is really fucking cute.

“It is my freedom whether or not to worry. The manager has no command authority. Didn’t you tell me in front of me because you couldn’t stand it alone? Are you going to endure it alone again? Under.”
“…….”
“I saw the manager cry, so you mean pretend you don’t know?”

Choi Da-eun carefully stroked the back of his hand.
Even though I was holding his hand, Choi Da-eun did not reject my touch and accepted it.

“Tell me. What did that bastard do to the team leader and how he is still harassing me. I want to help the manager. Just like the team leader helped me….”

Choi Da-eun did not abandon me.
He seems half-hearted to kill him, but he didn’t actually kill him and put up with it, so let’s move on.

Park Seon-woo from about a month ago?
Even if it were me, I wouldn’t have been able to stand it?
It was out of my understanding.

Choi Da-eun stares at me.

“… Didn’t you hear everything yesterday? I think the length of the video was too long.”
“I heard everything.”

I vomited up the mask trash and everything that had happened.
She was raped by him and lost her virginity, and she is still being made fun of.

It’s not a thumbs up, but I heard that at the moment when a similar airflow was about to spread.
It was a confession that was never strange even if the good relationship went wrong.

‘… Because masks are trash.’

Da-Eun Choi: She only knows herself, but I am the man who actually stole her virginity.
I still remember it vividly.
The traces of breakthrough, the scene where the traces of virgin blood are smeared on my cock.

So, it doesn’t matter if you were raped or not.
No damage to me who ate the most virgins.

If I had liked Da-eun Choi as a third person rather than a masked trash, she would have suffered quite a bit of mental shock, but fortunately I wasn’t a third person.
That’s why it was possible to embrace it with a wide tolerance.

Da-eun Choi asks her back as if she doesn’t believe it.

“… Are you saying something like that?”
“What? You mean help?”

I know what you’re worried about.
The first experience, regardless of age or gender, is the most important thing.

I’m making a face I’m seeing for the first time.
Even with a fierce look, you can make that kind of expression.
Choi Da-eun hesitantly asked.

“… Didn’t you like me?”
“I like.”

Rather, he stood out boldly.
Like it or not, there’s no way to check it.

‘It’s hard to say love, but…. What does it matter?’

I want to have the most.
Don’t pass it on to others
I think that’s enough.

“… But are you okay?”
“Why is that? Is there any reason why it shouldn’t be okay? Should I be angry with the manager? I’m a virgin, but why isn’t the team leader a virgin?”
“Are you crazy? Why are you in such a hurry?”
“Isn’t that what you meant by asking if you were okay?”

Choi Da-eun frowned at her.
Pouting her lips and grumbling.

“It’s true, but hearing it like that makes me sound like an idiot.”
“It’s not crazy, it’s crazy.”

Her virginity is very important.
Even if time travel becomes possible, this proposition will never change.

But she has no reason to throw her cold water on this atmosphere.
White lies, nice lies, what Choi Da-eun needs right now is comfort and empathy.

“Chief, I think emotions are the most important thing when it comes to making love. It’s not love when someone tramples on and takes away by force. Do you love that bastard? The bastard you forcibly did?”
“… No? You can’t like it, never! I want to kill that bastard.”

Choi Da-eun narrowed her eyes.
I could feel her rage towards the trash of her mask.

“That’s all right. Because I am a virgin.”
“… What, what! What’s this got to do with you being sympathetic, son of a gun? Should I have sex with you?”
“I knew it would be like this.”

She took a video of it, thinking, of course, that she would get away with it.

─ I think this is what you do with someone you are dating. If you suddenly ask to borrow a cock, it’s a little burdensome….
─Then we can date each other. So, lend me your cock.
─ Oh, really? Did you feel at ease after telling me everything? Are you suddenly lighter?
─ I don’t know, give me your cock.

Choi Da-eun, who is drunk with her, runs to take off her Park Seon-woo’s pants.

─The cubs are nicely nailed, but why are you?
─ It’s been less than a day since we’ve been dating, but it’s a little funny to expose your cock. I’m normal. The masked garbage man is a criminal.
─ That’s right.
─ So just be quiet.

Park Seon-woo threw Choi Da-eun, who was soggy while filming the video, on her back.

Quaang-!

Choi Da-eun, who was defeated, fell down and did not get up.
He stretched out into a giant and started snoring.

“My sister pushed me first. I said no, but the team leader asked me to date first.”
“… I’m First? To you?”
“I didn’t say I would help you with this.”

He put strength into his gripping hands.
They made eye contact while reminding each other that they were holding hands.
He seemed unwilling to shake off his hand any longer.

“I am not angry with my sister. But I’m angry at the bastard who bullied my sister. I want to kill him too.”
“… Do you like me?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Don’t keep asking.”

The corners of his mouth twitched.
His nostrils flare obscenely.

“Hmm, hmm. Surprisingly manly?”
“Anyway, that’s what I want to say. I want to help my sister. My sister also helped me. Kim Soo-min beat those bitches and accepted my 20 million won.”

Choi Da-eun’s lips twitch violently.
He was about to say something but turned his head away.
He is shyly avoiding my eyes.

“… Because that was the fault of those bastards….”
“That masked guy is trash too.”
“If you go out with me, only you will have a hard time.”
“There’s a side to the team leader’s personality that’s a bitch.”
“I don’t mean that!”

Daeun Choi lowered his shoulders and looked at me.
The blanket she was clutching to cover her body came down slightly, and her large breasts trapped in her bra came into view.

His cock bulged, unable to grasp the atmosphere.
The front of the panties was swollen.

“…….”

There is no way Choi Da-eun would not know.
She is not an F-class, but a C-class hunter, but how could she not be aware of the biological changes of the man next to her?
She pretends not to know.

“I mean….”
“I know.”

I know what you’re worried about.

“Until we catch the mask trash, we will continue to experience bad things. It means that if the relationship becomes closer than this, it will continue to be painful.”
“… Right.”

Dating is still premature.
It’s funny to say that she’s dating because of what Da-eun Choi said yesterday while she was drunk.

“I’m OK.”

I looked at Choi Da-eun and said.
She answered in a more serious voice than ever.

“No matter what kind of dirty things my sister does, the feelings I have will not change. As long as my sister doesn’t fall in love with him because of Stockholm Syndrome or something….”
“Never.”

Choi Da-eun shook her head.
Her stern expression and her fleshy voice ignited her hatred for her bastard.

“Never will that ever happen. I will kill that bastard with my own hands.”
“I think the most I know is like that. So it’s okay I don’t think you need to worry about me. Don’t worry about my sister’s heart.”

She quietly stretched out her arm toward Choi Da-eun.
He wrapped his arms around her bare shoulders and gave her a pat.

“… I’m just watching you today Also, in commemoration of the alliance.”
“Thank you. Let’s try to catch him somehow.”

As soon as she felt human warmth, her emotions seemed to surge.
Choi Da-eun’s shoulders shook.

“Black.”

I could feel the remorse of her conscience as she gave me medicine and sickness.

Of course she was cocky and honest.
She had 4 hours left until the time she checked out of the motel, and in that time, she would be able to do about 30 fellatios.

When would be a good time to talk to her?
Choi Da-eun slowly looked at her eyes.
She was sobbing, so it was difficult to get her words out.

“It’s okay?”
“Fuck, don’t talk. Black.”
“Yes.”

Her pats automatically return only her touch, and she waits for her to pick it up on her own.