Chapter 314 – Extraversion – Evening Milking (Hong Wol-Yeong)
Normal evening hours.
I stopped in front of Hong Wol-young’s room.
I usually train in the morning, do outdoor activities in the afternoon, and rest freely in the evening.
In the meantime, I visit Hong Wol-yeong’s room every once in a while.
She used to promise that every night she would tell her what happened that day.
In her leisurely evenings, it was also for milking her that she became my wife.
“Hmm.”
Before I open Hong Wol-young’s room, my heart rises in advance.
Depending on how she’s dressed, how she’s feeling, it’s because my juji will explode right away or a little later.
As long as he meets Hong Wol-young, it is natural for Juji to swell.
She was born enchanting, her national treasure-class breast milk constitution.
It would be difficult for any man to bear looking at her big breasts, her twitching hips, and her soft smile.
Anticipating that a storm milking sex would happen today, and considering that my stamina and mind would walk a tightrope, I knocked lightly and entered her room.
“Are you lucky? Welcome.”
When I enter her room, Hong Wol-yeong greets her with arms wide open.
She was sitting on the bed, and it seems she was lying down and got up in a hurry when I came.
She is wearing an all-in-one slim dress and cardigan.
To put it simply, it was miss look.
She wore no bra and a layer of clothes whenever she went to the dorm because she felt comfortable in that outfit. It always made my heart flutter, but now she’s better.
Sometimes she waits for me wearing only see-through string lingerie, and in those moments, we kiss, have sex, and milk as soon as we meet.
They skip conversations or anything and begin by sharing love.
Missy look is tolerable.
Showing off her magnificent form, her bouncing breasts, the curve of her round nipples clearly visible, her Hong Yue-yeong beauty and her gorgeous red hair shined brightly, but I couldn’t just hit her right away. .
“Yes, I am here.”
I sat on her bed and hugged her.
After properly confessing to Hong Wol-young, she stopped showing affection to me.
As soon as she hugs me, she buries my face in her own breast and rubs her breasts.
Treat me like a precious baby
I, who had been confined for a while between those soft breasts that looked like the universe, barely lifted my head.
The warm, soft feel of your breasts.
I want to become a baby right away and be held by her, but I am also her husband.
I take the initiative to give her a hug.
“Whoops.”
Hong Wol-yeong: She likes to hold me, and she likes to be hugged by me.
As I wrapped my arms around her waist and shoulders to immobilize her, she leaned her side of her head against my chest and smiled.
“What were you doing?”
I wanted to touch her milk and have sex with her, but since I would be milking Hong Wol-young all evening today, I began to hold back and ask a simple question.
“Me? I was playing a game.”
Hong Wol-yeong pointed to the TV monitor screen across from her bed.
The game was paused, but since the game device and pad were separate, it was a Nintendo game.
She said that there was nothing to watch after watching all the movies and dramas, and she was also playing games.
She was a woman who loved vacations and leisure time the most.
As long as her idiosyncratic magic did not attract her attention, she was as lazy as possible, chatting with women and lounging around in her room.
“Is it okay if I don’t exercise like this?”
As long as you have a national treasure-level breast milk constitution, you don’t have to worry about gaining weight or deteriorating your health.
But hasn’t Hong Wol-young been too lazy lately?
She asked worriedly.
“Yes? I have to rest at home because of my child.”
Hong Wol-young rubbed her lower belly gently, she said.
The eye smile was tearing me apart.
*
When I asked a difficult question, Hong Wol-young used my child as an excuse these days.
Because if the amount of training is reduced, our child is at risk.
If you get caught playing pranks on me, tell my child to have fun.
A break for my child if he is playing alone during outdoor activities.
It was a slick coping method using my psychology that I would take care of everything if it was for my child.
The child is still one month old, so you don’t have to do any special prenatal training.
Naive Lee Yu-na couldn’t even think of using the child in her belly, but Hong Wol-young was using it as an appropriate excuse.
“My child is glad you came. Now, hello.”
Knock knock. Hong Wol-yeong pats her own stomach.
It is hard to tell whether or not there is a baby in a month.
He caressed her slim waist, just below her belly button.
How can you be so cruel?
She is Hong Wol-young, who seems to have grown up learning only nasty pranks in the magic tower.
At times like this, I had to scold her by pinching her nipples, but if I touched her body now, somehow it would lead to violent sex, so I wanted to continue a more comfortable conversation.
“What game are you playing? Take a look.”
Physical conversation is good between couples, but it was necessary to confirm each other’s interests and bring the psychological distance closer.
I asked her, changing the topic of her conversation with Hong Wol-yeong, because she would have a physical conversation with her if possible.
“Game? These days, I find this fun.”
When she asked what I was doing, she explained the game she had just been playing.
He picks up the gamepad, unpauses it, and continues the game he was playing.
It was a type of Mario game, and the mustache man character we are familiar with was running around the map advancing and gaining points.
I watched Hong Wol-young’s side profile as she sat on her bed with her cross-legged posture.
The red-haired beauty of Missy Look is strangely sexy as she is concentrating on playing while holding a gamepad.
No, actually Hong Wol-yeong is sexy no matter what she does.
She was the sexy type of woman even walking down the street with her clothes wrapped up.
Is it really sexy to play games?
Who does it, people are important.
The no-bra breasts seen from her side and the side face of Hong Wol-yeong looking at the screen were very pretty.
“How is it?”
She turns her head and makes eye contact with me.
I was asking her impressions of the gameplay, but all I could think of was her side profile.
Want to have sex?
Putting aside the excitement of the male that was filling up in my head for a while, I looked at the game screen.
“Does it look interesting? Can I join you too? Can this be for two?”
It is my last desperate attempt to continue a long conversation with her, even for a moment.
If you’re not concentrating on the game, I’ll kiss her on the lips right away.
“Will you? Whoops.”
Hong Wol-young seems to have noticed my flushed face and my gaze on her chest, but once she handed me another pad to see if she wanted to play a game together, she pressed the two-player play button.
“I do this character and you do this character.”
Playing games together as a couple is one of the romances of a man.
On top of that, if my wife was such a pretty woman with big breasts, I wouldn’t hate her at all.
It was a game that we started together for one reason or another, but it seemed like it would be very fun.
Looking at Hong Wol-young, who was looking at me with her thin, curved eyes, her enthusiasm welled up.
*
Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep.
A mechanical sound like blowing a flute unique to Mario games is overlaid with the background sound, and the two characters run around beeping.
Hong Wol-yeong and I each became a Mario character and roamed the map.
She was Mario in red, the original character, and I was Mario in the green hat called Luigi.
Beep beep beep!
When you bump your head against a wall, you grow by eating mushrooms that come out, and sometimes you step on the approaching monsters to get rid of them.
I was clearing the stage peacefully, but in front of the boss, Hong Wol-yeong’s red Mario stepped on my character’s head.
Tteing-
My Mario, who seemed to be stunned for a moment, with a sick expression on his face.
You collide with the boss and take damage.
“?”
I looked back at her at her mistake, as Hongwol-young did for her.
Oops.
Hong Wol-yeong, holding back a smile, has a smile on her lips.
I don’t know if the game I just played was a joke or a mistake.
“Uh? Hong Wol-yeong already ate.”
Then steal my item.
Hong Wol-young’s Mario, who ate his fill and gave off full power, clung to the mushroom my small and insignificant Mario obtained and robbed it.
“Oh, yes.”
Hong Wol-young smirks at my reaction.
Mischievous eye smile.
I can’t say anything because it’s nasty and pretty.
Hong Wol-young’s Mario played with me and subtly interfered with me.
Deliberately tricking her into traps, stealing items, and stuns her by stepping on her head, causing her to run into monsters.
“Ugh!”
Every time I flinched and made an unfair expression because of my character going through hardships, she covered her mouth and laughed.
The gameplay is also very naughty.
As if he was excited to play with me, he messed around in the game.
“Ugh! That’s too much!”
In the end, when my character lost all of her lives, I looked back at Hong Wol-yeong and argued.
“No, Una. Don’t be angry, my child is surprised.”
As I groaned, she stroked her belly.
A foxy smile.
She teases me for coming to her room.
What is the conversation, what is the process of getting to know each other’s interests between the couple, should we just let it go like this?
Her desire arose to attack her and punish her.
“Woo-heung, isn’t Cheon-woon not good at games?”
I was speechless at the sound of her voice.
Can’t play the game, can’t play the game
If it wasn’t for her interruption, I would have completed the Mario game without losing my life.
“It’s crappy.”
Hong Wol-young, who turned her gaze and whispered quietly, almost inaudible.
In the Mario game, Hong Wol-young’s character, who was left alone, was circling around and insulting my dead character.
“I can’t play games?”
“Luckly, you only train and milk every day, so I think your game skills are a bit lacking.”
Hong Wol-yeong’s provocation cuts through my heart.
I don’t know why the game is so unfair.
Wasn’t it actually Hong Wol-young who killed me in the game?
“Pu-huh.”
Hong Wol-Young bowed her waist and laughed, as if I was laughing at me.
“Would you like to bet? Who is good at games?”
I asked her
In this case, it is 1:1.
She beats her to prove that I’m good at games too.
“Bet?”
“If you win the game, the loser will grant your wish. How is it?”
“Um, what game are you going to play?”
“This Mario game I just played. I wouldn’t have died if my sister hadn’t interfered, so let’s bet who will break this faster.”
“Okay.”
When I decided to win with her Mario game, she nodded her head.
I met her eyes with Hong Wol-yeong.
We had the confidence that we could beat each other.
