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I am broken somewhere.
The irony is that I know that fact well.
Ahahahat, it's truly ironic.
I've been pretty since I was young.
I've lived hearing that I'm pretty since I can remember.
If I walked down the street, seven out of ten people would look back at me.
In school, I received countless confessions.
Ah! Getting hit on while walking down the street is the basic of the basics!
Why did someone like me get broken?
Because of my parents' excessive pressure and corporal punishment since I was young?
Because of the glue I inhaled out of curiosity?
Or was it because I was gangbanged by the senior I liked and his friends?
I don't know, I don't know either.
In today's slang, I dunno.
Who cares.
Everything could be the reason, or maybe I didn't guess a single one right.
Anyway, the important thing is that reasons don't matter at aaaaaall.
Ahahahaha!
Ah! I don't go to the hospital.
Am I going to advertise to the world that I'm crazy?
I am a bit of an attention seeker, but I don't like that kind of thing.
Isn't it enough that I know I'm broken?
Anyway.
Because I'm a bit broken, it's too hard to maintain relationships.
I was always a person who was loved, and I'm still a person who wants to be loved.
But from some point on, I haven't really felt loved or cherished.
How should I put it....
Should I say it's too diluted?
Like mixing an Americano into a 1-liter water bottle, other people's emotions feel too diluted.
So I became obsessed.
I want them to only look at me.
I want them to only cherish me.
That's why I like money.
Because money is like a magic potion that makes being cherished last longer.
If you have a lot of money, you can delay aging.
If you have a lot of money, you can easily get rid of the dirty flab that sticks to your body.
And if you have a lot of money, people's gazes gather more, more, more, more.
The number of people who cherish me increases.
So....
Being cherished by a rich person is the best.
But when I revealed those feelings, the people around me left.
Lonely. Empty. Lonely. Empty. Lonely. Empty. Lonely. Empty. Lonely. Empty. Lonely. Empty. Lonely. Empty. Lonely. Empty. Lonely. Empty. Lonely. Empty. Lonely. Empty. Lonely. Empty. Lonely. Empty. Lonely. Empty. Lonely. Empty.
Haa. Haa. Haa....
I was always someone who was cherished.
I was surrounded by people who cherished me.
I hate solitude so much. I really, really hate it.
I'm scared. Die. I'll really kill you. I wish you'd just die.
So I obsess more, more, more, more, more, more, more, more, more, more so that people don't leave.
I monitor them, try to treat them well, bind them, and apologize.
I absolutely cannot stand it when that person looks at someone else.
Especially someone as pretty as me is absolutely not allowed!
They must only look at me.
They must only cherish me.
I know this emotion is wrong.
I know obsession and possessiveness are bad.
But I can't stop.
If I could stop, would I have said that I'm broken myself?
If the person who cherishes me is sick of me, I just need to apologize.
I can resolve it through conversation.
No matter what means I use, I just need to make them look at me again.
Because I'm pretty.
Even if they're a bit angry, they'll definitely forgive me.
It's the same right now.
Hyunwoo, the Big hand who came to her broadcast after a long time.
I made Hyunwoo angry while being obsessed.
Hyunwoo, who was spewing profanity, was scary.
I want to be cherished, so why are you swearing?
So I'm on my way to apologize now.
If we meet and talk, it's bound to be resolved.
Because most men have been like that until now.
"Hyunwoo...."
In front of the bus stop where we agreed to meet.
The man I saw on the video call earlier is standing there.
When I stopped the car, Hyunwoo got into the passenger seat.
I look at him with deep eyes and an apologetic expression.
Am I actually sorry?
Well.... I don't know.
But my feelings aren't important.
The important thing is how the other person accepts it.
"You know the Namsan Hotel near here, right? Go there."
Hyunwoo's gaze scanning me up and down like he's appraising me.
The gaze filled with desire is familiar.
It seemed like Hyunwoo had made up his mind.
To resolve his anger, I have to deal with him once.
Well.... as long as Hyunwoo is a Big hand, this was bound to happen someday.
Maybe we would have had sex on Thursday.
It's just a little faster.
Since it was something I was prepared for, I easily nodded.
"Yeah. Okay. But can you relax your expression? If you keep frowning like that, I'm scared...."
I try throwing some aegyo.
If he's angrier than I thought, he'll yell, and if not, he'll loosen up.
I drove and kept stealing glances at Hyunwoo's face.
Ah....
He's really angry.
Hyunwoo's furrowed brow won't relax, and the corners of his eyes go up.
Was the threat to expose him that infuriating?
I shouldn't use that unless it's a real emergency in the future.
"I'm still angry. Wait a bit. It'll be resolved after we do it once."
Is the fortunate thing that he didn't yell?
I'm glad he's not in a state of extreme rage.
Like Hyunwoo said, once I spread my legs on the bed, his anger will subside.
Because men are animals whose emotions become calm after releasing their sexual desire.
Still....
I hate being in this state until then.
I want to be cherished anytime, anywhere.
"Aing, don't be like that.... What do you think I should do to make your anger go away? Huh? You keep doing that, so my heart is pounding so hard. Please let go of your anger. Huh?"
"Hmph, well. Maybe if you take off your top here, it might go away."
It's an opportunity.
Hyunwoo was just saying it mischievously.
But I was a woman who could execute that.
Taking off my top is nothing.
Actually, it's a good opportunity to get Hyunwoo's attention.
I pull the car over to the shoulder.
"Now.... wh, what!"
When I stopped the car, Hyunwoo looked at me with an annoyed face.
I'll change that face.
I immediately took off my cardigan and unbuttoned my top.
I'm glad I came wearing my broadcast outfit.
Because it was very easy to take off.
After taking off even my bra, my bare breasts popped out, swaying.
Hyunwoo's gaze is fixed on my breasts.
The wrinkles on his brow are nowhere to be found.
All that's left on his face is surprise and sexual desire, just those two things.
"Ehehehet. If I do this, your anger is gone, right? Huh?"
I attack Hyunwoo while the door of emotion is open.
I clung to his arm topless and acted as cute as I could.
Hyunwoo froze, unable to push me away or hold me.
Just not pushing me away is a success.
"Aueung. You want to do it in the car? I don't mind, but.... it's too much of a road here...."
Hyunwoo grabbed my breasts.
Reflexively, a nasal sound comes out of my nose.
It's not because I feel it.
I tried hard to be cherished by men, so when my hands touch erotic areas, a nasal sound comes out automatically.
"No, let's go to the hotel. Just let me touch them."
"Yeah. Okay."
Anyway, men.
I don't know why they like breasts so much.
Anyway, it's not bad for me.
Breasts are also attached to my body, and if they like and cherish my breasts, I'm also being cherished.
By the way, how long will it take for Hyunwoo to ejaculate?
I hope he's premature.
Then sex will end quickly, and the time to be cherished will increase.
Honestly, I don't feel much pleasure from sex.
It's not that I don't feel it at all.
I'd much rather hear that I'm pretty ten times than have sex.
So sex is a kind of labor.
Then why do I have sex?
Just like a salary comes when you work, men cherish me after we have sex.
That feeling is so good.
"Heuaang...? Aaat.... Hy, Hyunwoo. Aaaat! The feeling is weird! Aat!"
That's how it should have been.
It should have been a time of labor where sex was fake moans and acting like I'm feeling it.
The feeling is different from usual.
My body is tingling and hot.
A strange heat is crawling around my body like a snake.
I knew she was a crazy bitch, but I didn't know she was this crazy.
Lee Hyunwoo was dumbfounded even while touching Darling's breasts while driving.
She just took them out right away when told to?
But the touch of her breasts feels so good.
It feels like the combat power I had built up is scattering.
'I shouldn't do this.'
Lee Hyunwoo pulled himself together.
To maintain a continuous relationship with Darling in the future, Lee Hyunwoo must absolutely become the top.
That way, he won't be swayed by Darling, who is a crazy bitch.
'Even if she's self-centered, it seems like she intends to follow what I say. Then I can go a bit stronger than I thought.'
Today.
Lee Hyunwoo came out to meet Darling with a plan.
Lee Hyunwoo's only advantage is sex.
He intended to properly control Darling on the bed, his specialty.
Since the opponent is who she is, he intended to go with a macho man mode rather than a sweet Korean man mode.
But Darling listens better than expected.
Is this also acting and a lie?
It doesn't matter.
Because if he makes Darling continue to perform this kind of acting, it will no longer be a lie.
That's how they arrived at the hotel room.
Lee Hyunwoo grabbed Darling's arm and went straight to the bed.
"Get on your knees and lift your butt."
"Ah, no. Hyunwoo. I haven't even showered yet...."
"It doesn't matter, so get on your knees."
"Yeah...."
Darling pouts her lips.
Even so, her actions were following my words.
She got on the bed, knelt, and lifted her butt.
Short hot pants, which are broadcast outfits, and thin inner shorts revealed between them.
"Hyunwoo. It might smell like sweat...."
As I brought my hand over the hot pants, Darling shakes her butt slightly and speaks.
Lee Hyunwoo ignored those words and unbuckled the hot pants.
As he pulled the short hot pants down to her thighs, thin inner shorts are visible.
The black inner shorts are not properly fulfilling the function of covering her panties and butt.
They are too thin and stretchy, so her butt and thong are all visible.
"Aang."
As the inner shorts come down, Darling makes a nasal sound as if she's shy.
It's a very acted tone.
Lee Hyunwoo touched Darling's butt, who is only wearing a thong.
He didn't take off the thong.
Because he can sufficiently perform pussy foreplay in this state.
"Aa, Hyunwoo."
Darling's butt was soft and firm.
Lee Hyunwoo touched the top of her butt as if tickling it with his fingers.
The stimulation goes from weak to strong.
His fingers wandered over her butt, approaching the pussy side.
Then he teased her by acting like he would touch her pussy but not doing it.
'She doesn't get wet easily.'
About 10 minutes.
Lee Hyunwoo performed finger foreplay with all his might.
If it were another woman, it would be the time when she would have already been leaking vaginal fluid.
But Darling only got a little wet, and the vaginal fluid isn't flowing noticeably.
It doesn't matter.
Because there's plenty of time anyway.
If 10 minutes isn't enough, he can invest 1 hour, and if 1 hour isn't enough, he can invest 10 hours.
For Lee Hyunwoo, who became unemployed, all he had left was time and money.
"Heuaang...? Aaat.... Hy, Hyunwoo. Aaaat! The feeling is weird! Aat!"
And finally.
Darling poured out moans full of sincerity.
It was the result of Lee Hyunwoo putting in effort and focusing on her butt, thighs, and pussy.
Unlike when she was just sticking her butt out like a log at first.
Now, her butt is flapping and moving like a wild raw fish.