Spatial Manipulation – Delusion Into Reality

Chapter 307

Spatial Manipulation – Delusion Into Reality

One day, God bestowed grace upon me, who had nothing and nothing to boast about. Is the ability to manipulate space a blessing or a curse? know what! I will make your delusion a reality!

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Chapter 307 – (Chapter 307) 38. Travel

(Episode 307)

Unfortunately, the visit to his hometown ended after 2 days and 1 night, but Hazal Uzerli returned to Istanbul and spent a Saturday night that will be remembered for the rest of his life.

“Have you seen Myungsik oppa?”

“I’m sure he went to buy breakfast as usual.”

I hoped that the roommate’s answer was true, but there was no trace of Han Myeong-sik anywhere in the house.

“There’s a car outside, where did you go?”

“Aren’t you out on the town?”

“I don’t think… , I can’t see my luggage.”

“You can’t see your luggage?”

“Eww… Huh.”

The roommate, who had been rummaging through the small house in amazement as if it were her own business, grabbed Hazal’s shoulder as she was standing blankly and urged.

“We spent last night together, did you not hear me go out?”

“I didn’t hear… , I passed out as usual.”

If you interpret it, it’s a very lewd answer, but it’s not a situation to argue about that right now.

“Call me, come on!”

“Ah… Right.”

I was so busy that I forgot my phone number and the many ways to contact me.

“Receive?”

“I don’t accept… , I don’t even read the message…”

“Unbelievable…”

Hajal, heartbroken by her roommate’s reaction, could not bear to accept the reality.

“No way… Wouldn’t it be?”

“Did you say you had a car?”

“Huh.”

“Didn’t you leave a message in the car?”

The two women ran out of the house, not even paying attention to the fact that they were wearing underwear, and searched every nook and cranny of the car.

“Doesn’t exist…”

“Han Myung-sik, this child…”

“No, it can’t be.”

“There’s nothing there, you bought a car and jumped out?”

“In front of my parents, they even got permission to date on the premise of marriage.”

“What does that mean? He himself is gone now!”

It was early in the morning, so there was no one passing by. If you saw two dazzlingly sexy beauties arguing in their underwear, you would have been in a frenzy.

Hajal, who is sitting in the living room in a devastated state, says it’s because she is her girlfriend, but why does her roommate react the same way?

“Now this… Is it a dream?”

“Now, clean up that spilling over your panties and say that.”

“Ah…”

Embarrassed, Hazal ran into her room, and her roommate hurriedly ran into her bathroom and pretended to brush her teeth.

Even when she was raped recklessly at dawn, she didn’t expect her to disappear like this, so she didn’t seem like someone else’s business.

“Where are you going?”

“I have to find it.”

“I must have boarded the plane already, it’s too late to chase after him.”

“So you’re saying you’re just going to be blank?”

“If you approached it with that intention in the first place, how can you find it?”

It’s a point that fits the current situation, but why isn’t it accepted? It’s not because of the ecstatic sexual act last night, but because of the sincere feelings they’ve shared.

“Mr. Myung-shik is not the kind of person who would ever abandon me.”

“Since you haven’t lost anything, just give up. You didn’t lend me money or a card, did you?”

She never did, but she didn’t know, so she checked her account on her cell phone, and she was surprised.

“Mind… Oh my god… !”

“Why did you take the money? Hee-hee!”

Her roommate screamed when she saw that Hazal had a huge amount deposited into her personal account.

“This… What does this mean?”

“What… I don’t know, this guy is really funny…”

“Maybe something urgent happened to the company and you left without telling me?”

“If I was carrying my luggage, I would have left a message instead of money.”

In the past, she might have hesitated here and she would have sat down, but now Hajal is a different woman.

“I need to go to LA.”

“How are you going to the US without a passport?

Hajal’s roommate was startled when she saw the passport that looked straight up.

“When did you make this?”

“I don’t know, it was on the desk.”

“Are you asking me to believe that now?”

“Myeong-sik must have made it without my knowledge, isn’t this a message to come to LA?”

“What kind of absurd things did he say… , How do you make a passport without your knowledge?”

“You have a passport, compare it to see if it is fake.”

It was perfectly identical to the passport she had made when she and her current boyfriend traveled to Italy last winter.

“It’s a real passport…”

“I booked a ticket.”

“Okay, I’ll drive you to the airport.”

To think that her roommate, whom she had been jealous of, resentful of, and even hated, would become her will at a time like this, Hazal took her heart and left her house.

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Hazal, who held her heart tight throughout her 13-hour non-stop flight from Turkey’s Istanbul International Airport (IST) to Los Angeles International Airport (LAX), USA,

The moment she leaves the airport waiting room to take a taxi, she is first surprised to see that she understands the English she hears, and then she is surprised again as she talks to the taxi driver without any problems.

Here, she was able to experience first-hand the unconditional kindness she had for her beauty, which she had not felt when traveling with Han Myeong-sik.

In front of the reality that she treats not only men but also women kindly and affectionately as if she were a master, she was quite embarrassed.

“Didn’t you say you came to visit President Myungsik Han?”

“Yes.”

“Have you made a reservation?”

She was unfamiliar with the scale of the company located in a high-rise building in the middle of downtown Los Angeles and the kindness of the information desk, but Hazal tried her best to speak her fluent English.

“No.”

“Sorry, I have instructions not to connect with people who come without a reservation.”

“Could you please tell me at least my name? It’s on the way from Turkiye.”

“What is your name?”

“Hajal, hajal Usherli.”

“I’ll give it to the secretary’s office, so could you wait over there?”

“All right.”

The space she was guided to at the desk, as well as the sophisticated interior seen through the glass partition, were very impressive, but Hajal was only interested in Myeong-sik Han.

“The boss said to attend, follow me.”

“Ah… Yes…”

It seems to be true that Han Myeong-shik is the president of H Planning. With the feeling that her anxiety that was tightening her heart was relieved a little, Hajal mustered up her courage and followed her female employee.

“The boss is in a meeting right now, so you have to wait a bit. Would you like some coffee?”

“Yes, anything cool, please.”

From the company atmosphere full of K-pop feel to the employees, the faces were overly sophisticated and beautiful, but it did not attract Hajal’s attention either.

“Hello, I’m Lee Mi-ri, the personal assistant of CEO Myeong-shik Han.”

“Ah… Yes, I am Khazal Uzerli from Turkiye.”

Looking at the Korean name stamped with English letters on the business card, he was a Korean like Han Myeong-sik, but his bright smile and polite demeanor were so elegant that it made me feel intimidated.

“The boss is busy with overdue work, so I came to deal with him instead.”

“Can I see your face for a moment?”

“Sorry, you are meeting with a partner company.”

“Ah…”

Seeing Hajal’s reaction as she moved her hips in her urgency, Lee Mi-ri said affectionately, managing her expression.

“By the way, what brought you to LA from Türkiye?”

“Yes?”

“There is no special content in the message delivered by the guide.”

“Mr. Myungsik… Didn’t the boss mention anything about me?”

“He just told me to serve him politely.”

“You were in Turkiye until yesterday?”

“I know you were on vacation.”

Already, Lee’s overwhelming beauty and her uncontrollable sexy body bothered him, but Hajal tried to focus on why she had come to the other side of the world.

“What happened with me in Istanbul?”

“Although I am a personal assistant, I cannot know the details of the president’s personal life.”

“I’m a bit embarrassed to say this, but… , We were dating.”

“Ah… Yes, what about it?”

“Yes?”

“Did your boss ask you to come to LA?”

“That… That…”

Hazal, who was afraid of what would happen to her if she said no, couldn’t bear to answer and hesitated.

“I don’t know how that sounds, but it’s not the first time this has happened.”

“Yes? That… What do you mean?”

“You know that we dated, but there are a lot of women around the boss.”

“…”

“Besides, when I go on a trip, I often have deep relationships with local women…”

This is the moment when her roommate’s cold judgment is confirmed as fact. Hazal was dizzy, but she remembered her promise to go to the ends of the earth.

“I get what you mean, but she told me to come and tell her in person if she doesn’t want to see me in the future.”

“Okay, I’ll tell you that.”

Hajal sighed as she looked at Lee Mi-ri’s dizzying backside as she politely bowed her head again and left her seat.

“Haaa… How could this happen…”

If it’s a dream, it’s too vivid, and if it’s real, it’s incredible. What can I say if I meet Han Myung-sik in person?

“Sorry, did you wait long?”

“…”

As she was looking at her unfamiliar appearance neatly dressed in a luxurious suit, she had to resist her desire to run and kiss her, not resentment.

“How did you get to LA?”

“Get on a plane.”

“Kuh… Is it straight from the airport? Are not you tired?”

“Why did you do that?”

“What?”

“Why did you leave without saying anything?”

“If I don’t, I can’t leave.”

This answer alone made her understand the whole situation, but Hazard did not intend to give up.

“Did you love me?”

“I still love you.”

“Then why are you leaving?”

“Because I have to.”

“Why?”

“It’s useless to talk about things you don’t understand, I just know that.”

“No, tell me.”

I never knew that I could act so boldly. So she was able to be more confident in front of Han Myeong-sik who was embarrassed.

“Sorry, I can’t talk.”

“What are you going to do if you make me not to look at any other guy but yourself and then leave?”

It must have been a conversation exchanged while sharing love, so Myeong-sik Han laughed.

“I remembered whooping.”

“Are you laughing now?”

“Then shall I cry?”

“What?”

“I came to the ends of the earth to find the man who ran away, isn’t it something to be happy about?”

Unlike when she entered her living room a moment ago, her expression and tone were the same as those seen in Turkiye, so Hazal’s heart was pounding.

“What is that… ?”

“How did you feel when you left Istanbul?”

“Yeah… I wanted to find out why he left, or if he really ran away.”

“How do you feel when you meet like this?”

“Well…”

When she was dealing with the beautiful secretary named Lee Mi-ri, she was convinced that she had been abandoned, but now she feels rather hopeful.

“How about leaving Turkey?”

“I couldn’t afford to think about that.”

“Lets think.”

“You think you can do that now?”

“Think about it, okay?”

“What do you mean?”

“I love you, hajal.”

Han Myeong-sik’s kiss, which tugged at the nape of her neck, turned her eyes white.

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“Hajal, hajal!”

“Uuuuu…”

“He sleeps late tonight, wake up.”

Hajal jumped up and sat up at Myeong-sik Han’s friendly whisper and her hand stroking her buttocks.

“Ah!”

“What… What, all of a sudden?”

“Where are you?”

“Where are you, home?”

“Whose house is this!”

“Hazal Uzerli’s House in Istanbul.”

As the familiar sight of her four years had already entered her eyes, her head was rather dizzy and Hazal shook her head.

“You’re not dreaming right now, are you real?”

“Uh… Could it be real?”

Hajal grabbed her handsome face and kissed her to see if her bewildered Han Myeong-shik was real, got off the bed and ran into her bathroom.

“Ah… It is as it is.”

“What’s wrong, did you have a nightmare?”

“Yes, it was a terrible nightmare. No… , Is it Gilmong?”

“You woke up to a real dream.”

“It was an incredibly real dream.”

“What kind of dream is this?”

Hajal smiled broadly at Han Myeong-sik, who hugged her from behind.

“A foolish dream, the last foolish dream of Hazal, who lived a foolish and frustrating life!”

“It’s foolish and frustrating, but how lovely our Hajal is.”

Hazal whispered with a hot breath, responding positively to her touch, stroking her swollen and beautiful breasts and the small Venus Hill nestled under her figure 11 abs.

“Haaa… Come in right away, until the end at once so that you can feel yourself…”

(Continued on next chapter 308)

Spatial Manipulation – Delusion Into Reality

One day, God bestowed grace upon me, who had nothing and nothing to boast about. Is the ability to manipulate space a blessing or a curse? know what! I will make your delusion a reality!

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