Chapter 159 – Laundry
Seo-joon’s narrow eyes follow Molly’s back as she steps away.
Seo-joon was a character with a twisted temperament to the extent that he had 〈 possessiveness〉 in his temperament.
A man named Seo-joon’s human image was to grab hold of a woman who did not block a woman who was coming, even if she had to twist her ankle.
Hani, he wasn’t the one to miss what was already in the palm of my hand.
Not to mention, it was a yard where the eunuch trait was released-, there was no way I could see anything.
There’s a year that I’m working hard on right now, so I’m just restraining myself right now…
Hiding his boiling inside-, Seo-joon finished the meal with a smile on his face.
Undoubtedly, Ian had to accept the spoonfuls of Lily and Monica—the two women taking turns once in a while.
The eyes of the men who were jealous of him poured out from all sides.
With two beauties of that level on each side, it would be a good thing even if he died of a good fortune after eating only one of them every night.
In fact, some of those eating breakfast right now heard all the sound of Monica and Ian making love last night.
How noisy it was all morning-. Kung-tteok-kung-tteok- The mochi was pounded so hard that there were several men who stayed up all night listening to the sound and fiddling with their cocks.
On their part, anger will be fierce.
It has been said that noise between floors causes murder, but it’s nothing else, and it made me lose sleep by hitting rice cakes with such a pretty girl…
Ian felt a chill as he received the fierce eyes of such men.
After the meal, Marjorie immediately put on a dry towel around her neck and went for a run, while Ian, Lily, and Monica grabbed their weapons and went out into the backyard.
Ian asked if Ian was okay, seeing Lily’s body looking very uncomfortable, but Lily nodded her head.
She smiled, saying she was fine, and forcefully raised her arm and squeezed her biceps.
It seemed that he was trying not to show off to Ian as much as possible.
However, she meets Monica’s eyes and bows her head as if she had committed her own sins.
Even if it wasn’t obvious from the outside, something strange was flowing between the two.
Seojun met Monica’s eyes. It was only for a moment that their gazes passed.
“You guys are warming up first.”
“Where are you going to see me?”
To Ian’s question, Seo-jun answered yes and waved his hand. After hearing that they would be leaving soon, the three men and women went out into the backyard.
Until then, Seo-joon, who had been sitting with his legs crossed and twitching his toes, immediately jumped up from his seat with the sound of his door closing and rolled his eyes.
Then Molly disappeared.
In place of her, she and her close maid often stepped up. He was done eating, so he was clearing the table.
However, when Seo-jun was blocking the way, she raised her head slightly.
“Excuse me···.”
Unable to look straight at Seo-jun’s face, he wiggled his fingers and asked, “Please move aside a little bit.”
In response, Seo-jun moved aside to make it easier for her to pass.
As the waitress was wiping the table hard, she felt a stinging gaze and glanced back.
Seojun was looking at her with her black eyes.
Her eyes met and her breath was swallowed up in her lungs, her heart pounding so hard that it jumped out of her throat, and her fingertips and toes trembled.
It was a face that made it easy to understand why Molly liked it so much.
Even though it was only eye contact, her heart seemed to tremble to death.
With her head down – she even moved away and tried to avoid her seat again with frequent steps, but Seo-jun suddenly grabbed her wrist.
“…!”
Her wrists were hot like they were on fire. She was so surprised that her voice did not even come out.
Why, why is this man like this…! Seo, do you really like me…? She was the girl I wanted to be – but unfortunately, she wasn’t.
His front teeth were protruding, and his lower back was in pain. Not to mention, his calves were thick, and his face was yellow.
It wasn’t Seo-joon who would ram his cock into the knothole because there was no hole to ram him into.
“Molly, where are you?”
At Seojun’s question, ah! She let out her exclamation, and pointed towards her bathroom with an awkward smile—whether it was belatedly that she had come back to her senses.
“Daddy, he’s probably doing the laundry, Amadou…”
At those words, Seo-joon shook her head and quickly headed there.
The waitress looked at Seo-jun’s back and sighed in disappointment at her. She was still the one cheering for her friend’s love.
…
Walking down the long hallway next to the kitchen, I saw a steamy bathroom in the back.
Seojun suddenly opened the door and entered.
Then, getting into the bathtub and pulling up her skirt, Molly, who had been stomping on the laundry, jerked her head away in surprise.
“Who, who…”
Beyond the hazy smoke- the person who entered the bathroom could only see a silhouette. However, as he took a step closer, he could see his hazy face.
“Uh…?”
After confirming the identity of the guest, her body stiffened.
Seo-joon took her eyes off her and looked around her carefully.
Smoke billowed from the stove where she lit the fire to heat the water in her bathtub, as well as the water in the bathtub she was putting her feet in.
It must have been hot—the white, slender calves that were half submerged in the water were glowing reddish. Sensing Seo-jun’s gaze on her, she trembled her shoulders.
“Would you like me to leave…? I’m at work right now…”
Molly lowered her hand on the hem of her skirt and covered his thigh.
She didn’t care even though the hem of her skirt was getting wet from the water. It was better than showing Seo-jun his legs.
However, despite her order to celebrate-, Seo-joon did not move.
Instead, he took off his boots on the spot and rolled up the hem of his trousers.
“Mu, mu, what…?”
Before Molly’s question was even over, Seo-jun rolled up her pants up to her thighs – and went into her bathtub, which she was in.
When Seo-jun entered, the water rose slightly.
Seo-jun begins to press the laundry soaked in hot water with the soles of his feet.
Splash Splash-
Molly stood still for a moment—dazedly she watched it.
“Aren’t you doing the laundry?”
At Seo-joon’s question-she, who belatedly came to her senses, hurriedly moved her legs again.
Her face was hot.
It was strange.
She is exceptionally good at holding up to heat, but she had a hard time standing upright.
Her hand, which had been holding on to her skirt, could not be raised again.
Until the skirt was all wet – the laundry continued, and even though the two of them did it together, the laundry ended much later.
Only the hem of her skirt was soaked.
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“Molly? Molly!”
Molly absentmindedly diced her potatoes, then suddenly raised her head at the sound of her name being called.
“Hey hey hey…!”
A middle-aged woman who was Kubo’s wife and her mother to her Molly came up to her waddling-, snatched her knife from her hand and slapped her hard on the back. This year-! This year-! And yelled at her.
Ahh- Ah, it hurts Mom!
Terrified to ask why she was beating her screaming, her mother pack-grasped Molly’s hand.
Her blood was dripping.
“Ah···.”
She staring at the drop of blood with her stupid expression -.
Molly, who applied herbs to her wounds, was eventually kicked out of her inn with her words to come outside and get some fresh air.
She wandered aimlessly down the street.
She was busy living every day by helping her parents work at the inn, but like this, she had no days off at all.
Because she was not particularly greedy and just wanted to work like a cow, her parents often asked her to take a rest—even putting a coin in her hand.
“Sister!”
“Sister Molly!”
But then she recognized her, and some of her little ones pretended to know her.
Among them were some orphans who practiced pickpocketing, and some thugs who were already robbing her pockets of children her own age.
They put her shoulder around her Molly or held her soft hand, and she asked how she was doing these days.
Molly purred her thick lips, talking about her this and that.
A story about a real customer who came to her store, a drunken customer who took off her clothes, waving a red pepper, and sang a serenade of love to her mother.
There was also a time when her mercenaries got into a fight and broke her teeth out of the leftover soup while cleaning her bowl as a result of swinging her fists.
Her little ones clapped their hands and giggled at the fun. Molly laughed too.
Among them, Molly was known as the ignorant, cute older sister.
Her deceit was given to her deceit, and no one was as easy as her to rob her pockets.
But those who had tricked her a few times and robbed her pockets soon stopped doing it.
She wasn’t angry at all.
Later she heard that he stole all your money, but the next day she ran into the little pickpocket on the street and she pretended to be friendly.
She asked if she needed anything, and if she was hungry, she would secretly pack leftovers from the inn.
Even though I know that my father will burst into anger and throw a cane when he gets caught.
Molly was that kind of woman.
