Chapter 252 – The Reed Man (2)
“They are fighting again.”
Neiman muttered, clicking his tongue.
Ian, who had been leaning back and forth over the fire after sticking a stick into the rabbit’s butthole- turned his head to follow his fingertips.
Bella and Monica.
The two men were pitching a tent exchanging sharp words.
“…Monica doesn’t get angry for nothing. She must have done something wrong with that woman.”
Lily muttered, squinting her eyes.
Ian and Neyman sighed and cleared their throats at the bone-chilling words.
Lily wasn’t looking too kindly at Bella either.
Bella didn’t show any interest in anything other than fawning on Seo-Jun -, clinging to Seo-Jun and teasing him -, sucking Seo-Jun’s cock – seducing him with lewd words and making rice cakes.
It was dry in hunting and gathering.
If it was hunting, I could understand it. In the yard where Lily pierces the eye sockets of a rabbit or a deer shooting arrows – what would a half-hearted swordsman do?
Still, there was nothing that could be done. At the very least, he would be able to do something about skinning an animal. Even so, I can’t sleep. Is it gross or what?
Collection was the same.
You have to diligently rummage through the bushes to find edible berries and mushrooms, but if you do such a thing and your hair is ruined and your clothes are stained with dirt, you won’t look pretty to Seo-jun. Go- Picking up a few acorns was the end.
So I couldn’t come up with anything good.
The others were so good-natured that they put up with it, but every time Monica did that, she uttered vulgar curses at Bella. So now it has come to the point where we can fight even if we just make eye contact.
Unlike Bella, Neyman showed the opposite.
He was going to do anything He took the lead in what he could do, and even if he couldn’t do it, he tried.
Like now, when Lily went out hunting, she was there to help, and when Monica said she wanted something sour, she disappeared and after a while she appeared with raspberries.
It was Naiman who woke up first, and it was Naiman who claimed to be the middle of the vigil that others hated the most.
Maybe that’s why everyone liked Neyman.
Bella hates it, Neyman loves it.
Women in particular were prone to this. I could feel his caring heart in the little things.
Seojun was fair to everyone.
He was fair but strict.
He was strict with everyone and difficult with everyone.
Nayman, on the other hand, was kind to everyone.
He was even kind to the same man, to Bella, whom everyone hated.
If Marjorie was bullied by Seo-jun and her vagina or nipples were swollen – Neiman sneaked up to her and held out the ointment.
Even though Seo-joon knew all about it, he left it alone.
Far from being wary of his good influence, he seemed to like it.
Ian was so surprised and great.
Seo-Jun’s roots were spread wide – if the wick was a straight zelkova tree -, Neiman was like a soft wheat field – or a warm reed field.
“Oh, that bitch is really annoying, fuck. Really.”
Monica came over, frowning relentlessly, and sat down with her ass pressed against the fire. Bella seemed to have wandered into her bush in search of her Seojun.
Neyman smiled lightly and took something from the front shelf and held it to Monica.
It was cherry.
“Release your anger. Monica. I’m not good at prenatal education. What will the princess think when she hears it?”
Receiving her cherry, Monica dumped two or three of her eggs into her mouth at once, chewing on them—and complaining about Bella.
That bitch doesn’t have anything to do with that, but has a lot of greed. She was a worthless bitch, she said irritably.
She still had the nervousness on her forehead—but it seemed to have eased her temper a little.
“Cover the blanket over here.”
“Ah···. Thank you.”
Grabbing the blanket Neiman gave her, she lightly covers her belly.
Especially he got on her nerves with Monica.
Perhaps it was because she had her own child.
Stories of his poverty-stricken childhood–Nyman would tell them now and then.
If her father, a miner who went out early in the morning and returned late at night, did the only thing that was good – he said that it was to treat her mother with her love.
Especially when her mother’s stomach was full – he said that his father would put his head on her stomach every day and sing her songs.
Boksil- Sapsari- Peanut- Mongsil-
She said that she sang a song to the child who hadn’t even come out yet, giving various names.
Even though she knew that her placenta would die without lasting a day after birth, she did not hesitate to give her love to the child inside her.
I was very lucky to be born into such a family- said Neyman.
Ian, who was still watching the flames rise, asked at once.
“But how do you know it’s your daughter?”
Neiman seemed convinced that the child in Monica’s womb was a daughter. He always said that he was a princess.
“You know then. My dad got it right again. I inherited that ability. I’m sure I’ve never been wrong before!”
At Neman’s words, Monica laughed softly.
Did she even imagine that a daughter in her belly would walk, talk, and run around after being born? Her face, which had frowned as she complained about Bella until just now, became more relaxed.
Neiman recounted how six of his brothers and sisters were living in the cramped house.
“My second sister was very playful. She once brought her pee in her father’s coffee. Well, that means my father was that comfortable for us.”
Everyone burst into laughter and asked with expectant faces. So how did it go-.
“So what happened…”
The moment he was about to answer – Seo-joon came out of the bush.
His white face and black eyes with a faint smile scan the party.
Seo, Seojun Ahhhhh!
Behind him, Marjorie was dragged naked. Perhaps she had had an affair—her cheeks were as red as the color of her hair, and her nipples were stiffly erect.
Bella, who clung to Seo-jun’s back and begged for a hug, was also with him.
“What were you talking about?”
Seo-jun raised the corner of his mouth and sat down in front of the fire with a smile.
Her Margery pulls her by the wrists and holds her in her own arms, gently stroking her tiny egg breasts with her fingers.
The warm air subsided in an instant.
When Seo-jun appeared, all the atmosphere flowed around him again. Everyone listened and paid attention to where he looked – to his gestures, to his actions, to his words.
“Seo, Seo-joon…”
“Why? Are you ashamed of my puppy?”
Margery, trapped in his arms and unable to escape, tried to cover her nipples and genitals with her palms and rubbed against his thighs.
When Seo-joon whispers in her ear to stay still – Where has all her temper gone before – she sighs excitedly and calmly – like a dog -, like a pet dog, falls into his arms.
“Get your hands off me. You decided to do it.”
He gently removed her hand from covering her egg tits and pussy.
She responded faithfully to Seo-joon’s touch – even as she trembled at the shame of showing her breasts and cunt to her companions.
Every time his fingertips brushed his nipples, he groaned and shook his back—blushing and wiggling his toes every time he bit his ear lobe.
“So what were you talking about?”
When Seo-joon asked back – Ian opened her mouth.
He said he was listening to Mr. Neiman’s family.
Seojun also showed interest in him. He wants to hear it too. Seo-joon chinned, saying, “Let’s talk about it.”
Naman sighed loudly and brought up the story.
Talk about a playful second sister.
While we were talking for a while, Seo-joon asked a question.
“What is the name of that older sister?”
“Why are you asking that-.”
“You are pretty? I’m curious.”
Seo-joon put his hand inside the groin of Marjorie, who was groaning excitedly in his arms.
I bit the back of his hand and covered both of my eyes to hold back the sound of hee-eup-hueuk.
But that was no different than his deer hiding its head in the grass.
The water-soaked vagina and protruding nipples were nakedly exposed.
Seo-joon harassed it in a deep-very slow manner. He showed off – pulling, twisting, squeezing – pinching the nipple. Gently touch the soggy pubic area with the palm of your hand. There is a strange sound of water.
At that, Monica and Lily, the eyes of the two people are drawn to Marjorie. And Ian’s bulging trousers were also visible.
Neiman clenched his fists tightly.
There was something unusual about this group.
And at the center of that abnormality was Seojun.
That man sometimes looked like a hero, but at other times he looked like a ruthless dictator or demon king.
Neiman did not know which one he had seen.
I hadn’t seen them for very long – most of all, they were all young. He was tall and big, but he was a young man in his prime.
To Neiman, who was over 30, he only looked young. He felt that it was still not too late. Shouldn’t he lead the young man with his wrong ideas to the right path now? Before you fall into a more wrong path…
Seo-joon whispers in Marjorie’s ear.
“My dog. Would you like to open your own pussy? Everyone is curious. Huh? Let me show you my pretty pussy.”
“My, please Seojunaaaaa… Not here, but somewhere else…”
Write-.
When Seo-joon let out a noise, Marjorie spread her legs to the side with tears dripping down her face.
Then, hesitantly, I opened my vagina to both sides with my hands.
The red bloodshot vaginal hole swelled up – the semen that Seo-joon had coated several times spewed out in handfuls at a time – and dripped onto the floor.
Jump-
Unable to keep his eyes open any longer, Neyman jumped out of his seat.
At that, Seo-joon stopped groping Marjorie’s body and looked up at him.
“Any other business, Mr. Neiman?”
“Keuheum- it’s not a big deal, it’s just that I need to urinate…”
Neiman, who didn’t have the confidence to say anything directly, expressed his feeling that the seat was uncomfortable.
Seo-joon grinned and groped Marjorie’s genital area- then removed the cover covering the beans and gently rubbed the red, congested clitoris with his middle finger.
Aaak- Heuuuuu-!
I’m sorry-
The urethra pulsates and shoots clear liquid. Drop by drop, the spilled love juice touched the fire and evaporated with a chiik-sound.
Seo-joon stuck a finger soaked in love juice into Marjorie’s snout and made her lick it.
His dark eyes stare back at Neyman.
“You’ve grown up too… Shall I let you use my puppy’s pussy?”
He grinned and pointed at Neyman’s groin.
As he pointed out – Neiman’s pants dance was also a situation where the tent was bulging.
Yes, it was a very lewd sight.
It’s not like Neyman had a particularly keuty temperament – he wasn’t a homosexual who would stand up to his man. It was strange to see that and not react. It was a strange sight that anyone but a eunuch would react to.
If he had been a normal guy, he would have definitely nodded. He would have stuck his head into Margery’s cunt and played his tongue – or thrust his cock in and wiggled his hips in gratitude.
Even if her breasts were a bit small, Margery Lee was a beauty that was hard to find around her. It wasn’t that her twelve men were hanging on her for nothing. She was attractive enough.
Nonetheless – Neiman shook his head.
It’s okay-. I shook my hand saying it was really okay and headed for the Miraculous Forest.
Seo-joon didn’t hide the corners of his mouth that pouted until he disappeared into the bush.
