Chapter 75 – 5648 1 (3)

There are times in life when you are troubled by creaky human relationships. Even in the bed I was lying on now, the creaky relationship was in full swing. Ichie was sweating, looking at me and shaking his hips. The immature back teasing, sometimes ignorantly and sometimes wildly, wrapped around my cock and tried not to let go.

“Ah, sorry… ! Yes… !”

Ichie snorted and twisted her waist. I matched her movement with either interlocking or raising her waist to see her reaction. Having sex with her limbs tied gave her an unfamiliar stimulation.

“Ooh, if it moves… Shi, I don’t like… ! Oops… !”

Ichie gasped for breath as she let out a moan that was close to her grumbling. I unconsciously pulled her arms to grab her breasts, then released them again, and tried to pull her legs together, but shook her head in response to her tightness. Ichie grabbed her by the shoulder and took a big picture of her waist, frowning at her.

“Huh… Ah… !”

He squeezed her legs slightly and squeezed her body tightly. I looked at Ichie with a worried face while ejaculating. It was already the 3rd situation. Between her and me, there was a thick, obscene liquid that was a mixture of white and pink. Ichie touched my limp genitals with her hand, then lay down next to her to see if her interest was over.

The sheets were damp. I pressed her heels gently on her soft blanket and stared at her wit. Her ichir looked at me with a wet look on her face that reminded her of her. I told Ichie.

“It makes sense. Are you really okay?”

“What?”

“Anything.”

There were a lot of things to ask if I was okay. Is it really okay for three people to date? I packed it inside, is it okay? Did your family approve of dating like this? Complex words lingered at the tip of the tongue and then scattered without being established as a language. Ichie said, her red eyes widening.

“As long as Suhyun is good, everything is good.”

She said that and got up from her seat again. Rising to her naked body, she groaned and made her way to the kitchen. From the twisting of her leg, it wasn’t obvious, but she seemed to have been in quite a bit of pain a while ago.

Left alone in the room for a moment, I wondered what they would say to me if anyone other than Ichie entered the room. The sound of the refrigerator door opening was heard and Ichie came in, holding one of her plastic bottles to her mouth and gulp gulp.

She looked at me with her clear face, then writhed over her body and put her face on her mattress and stared at me. I said.

“Give me some water too. Reason.”

She nodded her head, put her plastic bottle to her mouth, and started gulping her water. With water in her mouth like her crucian carp, she clamped her mouth shut and let her water flow. Her throat was really dry, so I drank all the water while struggling to choke on her lips. Ichie raised her head again and wiped her mouth.

“Supremacy. I will raise you up now.”

She said that and started to unlock mine with the key next to her chest of drawers. When the handcuffs came off, my arms sagged and fell to the floor. Surprised, Ichie looked up at my arm and asked.

“Is it broken?”

“No. I must have lost some strength because I was tied up.”

It was awkward to move because it was restrained. After both arms were loosened, I was able to move freely. Ichie jumped into my arms as if relieved to see me moving all my limbs. I asked while stroking Ichie’s hair.

“It makes sense. By the way, why am I good?”

Ichie smiled at that. And like a puppy, he burrowed into my arms and hugged me tightly.

******

The night was silent.

But the smell of the sea at the pier was always accompanied by an unpleasant sticky feeling. Ichie always found the harbor covered with green algae to be unpleasant. She didn’t understand why she had to come to this stinky neighborhood. It was because even if I turned my head slightly to the side, high-rise buildings full of colorful lights were lighting up like lighthouses.

“Uncle. Go somewhere other than here. Why do you always ask to meet in this messy place?”

Ichie asked Noboru that. After taking out her cigarette, Noboru shook her head and comforted Ichie.

“It makes sense. If you meet somewhere else, the police bite the bait. Then we’re in a lot of trouble. So be patient.”

“Then you can leave me alone in Japan for a while. Why do you always drag me to this far away place?”

“Because you might end up working on this side later. You have to open your face beforehand.”

Noboru said so. Ichie didn’t really like what Noboru said she was doing. The ‘work this way’, she thinks, is a very boring job where several men in suits wearing sunglasses and holding weights gather together to chat or exchange black bags and say hello. She shook her head and looked at the gap.

Because I wanted to run away from this stinky pier. Everywhere you looked, only moss clung to the old building, and spiders crawled on the windows. The customers Noboru met were all men with long beards, and her fashion sense was embarrassing.

As Ichie Noboru rushes out to greet her guests, she sneaks out of her car and runs behind her and starts running towards the glowing buildings. For Ichie, who was now 13 years old, the importance of this tedious undertaking was difficult to comprehend.

“Omg… Omg…”

Buildings that seemed within reach of her after a short run shook like a haze, intimidating Ichie. Her face was drenched in sweat, and she couldn’t even tell where she was. At least it was a street with street lights, and there were no people.

Ichie looked around her again. Right in front of her nose, the splendid buildings were obscured by the shadows of the trees. The light was still brilliant, but Ichie finally realized that it was a distance that could not be walked. Her legs trembled, and fatigue poured from the abrupt stop.

My whole body was covered with sweat. Should I wait here? As she rummaged through her pockets, Ichie realized that she had left her cell phone in her car. Then, in her reasoning, fear lingered on her face. Can Ichie go back to her family’s arms in this place where no people and no location is known?

She hurriedly looked around. Her way back was pitch black and she was full of darkness. And there were groaning sounds all around her. The sound of owls flashing eyes in the unknown shadows and the busy footsteps of rodents rustling meaninglessly. And the sound of branches rustling between the bushes and the faint cry of a wild dog coming from an unknown place.

A variety of gloomy sounds were filling the air, enough to make Ichie’s face turn white.

The night was not quiet.

There was only silence around her, but the night was always looking for a lost lamb with the eyes of a predator.

“Heb.”

Ichie hiccuped and bit her mouth shut. She began to carefully retrace the path she had taken. Apparently her uncle is looking for her. She walked forward little by little, doing her best not to cry.

Rustle.

How many steps did you take? She noticed that the grass rustled somewhere at a similar tempo whenever she moved. She also realized that her position was above her own head, accompanied by the sound of her heavy breathing.

Ichie slowly raised his head.

It was a wild dog.

Ichie’s eyes were glistening as the Tosa dog, which could have eaten her neck in one bite, was drooling over her.

“Quaaaaagh!”

She has never learned how to deal with her dog. As soon as she ran into her wild dog, she started running like crazy. Her wild dog, stimulated by her actions, also jumped at her with her mouth wide open. It narrowly passed between the teeth of the wild dog at the hem of her skirt. Ichie’s heel tapped her dog’s front paw and she kept trying to take off her shoe.

“Quaaaaa uncle! Three seconds five!”

Ichie looked for Noboru with a voice close to screaming. But he couldn’t come. I heard a dog barking right behind me. Along with gasping breaths, the bridge of her nose kept stabbing her back. Ichie ran, pouring out her tears. Her body was heavy, and she seemed to be dying from shortness of breath.

“Ah.”

As she tripped over her boulder, her stray dog, unable to control her speed, tripped over her wit and rolled over. She stared at her stray dog ​​trembling, unaware that her knees were slashed and bleeding when she fell. She shook her head and tried to hold back her tears. Her dog approached Ichie, gasping for her breath with her teeth bared.

At night, a street lamp was shining on Ichie forlornly. She shook her head and bit her teeth. I wished someone could save me.

“Hey, you bastard!”

And a miracle happened. With an urgent voice, someone hit the wild dog with a large broom. A slim jawline visible under the lights and an urgent face, he gritted his teeth and swung the broom at the dog. The dog turned her head and barked several times in defiance, then rolled her tail and ran away as the man moved away and swung the broom.

“Are you okay?”

The man asked as he grabbed Ichie’s shoulder. He looked mature, but his youthful appearance was shining brilliantly in the light of the street lamp. Ichie let go of her tension and she finally cried.

******

“What’s the point?”

I asked, shaking Ichie’s head, who didn’t answer. Ichie said, rubbing her face against my chest.

“It’s a secret.”