Chapter 203 – Catch Up Between Scar and Ia Noona, Who Are Fighting Over the Nickname Yuktang

One.

“Lord, I want to die…”

After sister Ia’s declaration, ‘I’m not a breast!’, I was taken aback and, after clearing up her misunderstanding on the spot, moved her, who had hardened, to her cafe attached to her hotel.

After sitting her down, Ian noona brought her favorite vanilla latte and put it in front of her. Only then did Ian noona judge her situation, covered her face with her hands and fell facedown on her table.

“Please kill me. That, yes! Mr. Pastor, please erase my memory with that hypnosis app! That’s it! I’m going to do something that didn’t happen!”

Then he suddenly got up and started talking about the hypnosis app, and soon remembered that the hypnosis app was fake and dropped his head again.

“Aww… Really. It’s really the most embarrassing thing in the world… I’d rather die…”

Covering her face with her hands, with her head bowed, Ia noona was very cute.

In all honesty, she wanted to keep seeing that cute figure, but she really thought it was her amnesiac, and she was about to smash her head and recover herself and do the damn dangerous forced amnesia procedure.

Before such a grotesque catastrophe happens, it should be calmed down.

I got up from her seat and tried to pat Ian-nuna on the shoulder, but Scar, who was sitting next to her, pressed her on my shoulder and put me back down.

“Uh? Scar?”

Scar ignored my voice and opened her mouth to Ian instead of me, with her face as she was playing pranks on me.

“That’s why you need to know the subject, Ia Reese. Of course, your tits are excessively large, but a breast that is only large is just a lump of fat. Just like me, Paster needs to be so attractive that he wakes up and goes to bed on his own to be called a breast!”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Paster be quiet! Because now is a serious time to find out who the real titmouse is!”

What kind of bullshit is he?

Her mouth was blocked by Scar’s hand, so she couldn’t let it out, but she sent it to her with a displeased look in her eyes.

But, as expected, the displeasure in her eyes didn’t even bother me, and Scar kept her mouth shut and made fun of Ia.

“Did you really want to be called a milkman by Paster? Huh? Did you want to be called a milk tank by Paster while you were your age? Tell me, Iaris!”
“Ha, you’re only a year older! And what does age have to do with wanting to be called a breast! No, before that, I don’t want to be called a wet person…”

Sister Ian tried to ignite Scar’s fighting spirit by refuting every single one of them, but in the middle of her speech, she suddenly closed her mouth and slurred her words.

Why is she closing her mouth all of a sudden?

Her doubts popped into her mind and were quickly dispelled by Scar’s laughing mockery that followed.

“What is it, keep talking. You don’t want to be called a milkman? Huh? Say it. Say it right! Say it and prove your innocence!”

For some reason, Scar kept her mouth shut and opened fire at Ia, who blushed as if she was ashamed, with her real dog, the ignorant dog drip.

It was a low-level mockery that was not even worth accepting because there was no logic that a child would use, but unexpectedly, Ia-sister shuddered at the low-level mockery.

“Having a breast like that, you don’t want to be called a breast by Paster? Really? Well, it’s good for me because the most annoying rival will fall!”
“… That’s right.”

It’s like a poem whose meaning I can’t understand, but for some reason, as she babbles words that her annoyance wells up, Iaa’s older sister, who had her mouth tightly shut and her face dyed red as if it were about to explode, opened her mouth slightly.

What. What the hell is going on

As the ground rumbles just before a volcano erupts, Ianuna opens her mouth and changes the atmosphere at this table in an unusual way.

However, it was none other than Scar who was facing Ia-nuna, who was like a volcano on the verge of bursting.

She poured out her cries of ridicule without hesitation even in front of Ianuna, who was the only scare in the world and would explode at the slightest touch.

“What? I can’t hear her well because she thinks Jiji is wet?”

And she said it was the blow that cut the strings of her patience.

“Honestly, I’m more suited to the nickname ‘Yuktaeng’ than Ska Late you! It’s not salty milk and it’s natural? Mr. Pastor knows!”

Certainly, Ia-nuna’s breasts were natural. Having touched her, I could confirm it.

But my mouth was still lodged in Scar’s hand, so I couldn’t say yes to her, and all I could do was nod her head.

Nodding

“Look! Mr. Pastor is right too! I’m more suited to the title of wet than you!”
“What?! Pastor, what if you nodded there! Calling him wet is a promise between the two of us!”

I only nodded her head to acknowledge that Ian sister’s breasts were natural, but for some reason the title of breasts became Ian’s.

When I said that I would call her Wet Tang today, Scar was as delighted as a child who received a toy she wanted for Christmas.

However, it was only natural that I would be angry when another woman took away that precious nickname with just one nod from me.

“Ugh, ugh… Earlier, I wished she had affectionately called me my own milk tang. How could Iaris be able to get away with just because her breasts were a little bigger…”

No matter how resentful he was, Scar’s ruby ​​eyes even filled with tears.

No, he suddenly cries because he was deprived of the title of fucking breast? After misunderstanding and drawing conclusions on their own, do you not even listen to my answer and cry?

Scar’s tears were embarrassing as usual, but this time she was embarrassed, so I thought that she was angry because she was dumbfounded rather than wanting to hurry up and appease her.

It was Scar’s own fault for provoking Ianie and depriving her of the title of Milk Tang – even though she wasn’t.

It’s all because of her, and it’s very disgusting that she pointed her arrow at me when the problem broke out, so I chose to scold Scar rather than correct her misunderstanding.

“Churrup.”
“Hyak?!”
“Pha.”

Once I startled her by licking her palm with her tongue on her ska, which was still covering her mouth, then she got up from her seat away from her.

“Far, Paster? Why, why wake up? Just sit here…!”
“Where?”

As I moved to Ian’s side, Scar, bewildered, reached out her hand to me, but Ian’s sister pulled me to her side faster than that.

Having safely separated from Scar, I sat next to Ian-nuna, faced Scar, slightly sharpened her eyes, and began admonishing her in a tone like a teacher scolding a child who uses her time.

“Scar, if you squeeze the juice out of nowhere like that, I’m embarrassed, so I’m not embarrassed.”

Originally, if it was the same, Scar would have been demoralized only if he had to fight here and get an electric shock from the rabbit hole’s spark, but yesterday, something like that happened, so Scar fainted just by talking about it.

So I answered with a voice that seemed to crawl in, feeling overwhelmed by my teacher’s admonition.

“Everyone, I’m embarrassed…”
“Is not it? If you don’t listen to me properly, delusion on your own, and then cry and get angry thinking that you have been taken away, isn’t that a great inconvenience?”
“Yes······.”

Scar admits that what she did was a nuisance. She was taken aback by that docile admission and nearly choked her for words, but it was clear that if she just watched it here, she would squeeze the juice out again later.

Yesterday, I shuddered once, and then I saw that he was being listened to, and I found out.

Scar and other girls who are difficult for a guy like me to handle, when they shudder once, they have to shake it properly to imprint a sense of crisis so that they don’t repeat the same thing again.

That’s why, despite hearing Scar’s docile approval, I grabbed a handful of Ian’s sister’s left breast with her left hand, and said firmly, holding on to the soft king size.

“I am punished because I did something wrong. Originally, Ia nodded her head just to admit that her breasts were natural. Scar, because you jumped to conclusions like that, I had no choice but to be Ia-nuna who is breastfeeding today. Okay?”
“Wow! Now I’m really wet… Ah, no, I didn’t want to be called a wet tank, did I?”

Lee A-nuna, who had been given the nickname “Taeng Teng,” Cheered heartily for a moment, then she looked at me and lost weight, but there was no way that kind of thing would work now.

But I didn’t bother to question, I still watched Scar with a little cold eyes.

“Ah, ah… Uhhh…”

Scar’s face turned pale at the fact that, through her own fault, she had been deprived of her cherished nickname of her breast tang, she soon let her tears well up in her eyes, and she said to me: rushed

Then, rubbing her face in her arms, she begged me for her faults in a voice that was hard to understand due to the mixture of crying.

“Aww! I won’t do that again.

After that tearful confession, I finally reached a dramatic agreement by calling Scar and Ia noona “Wet-tang” For the rest of the day.