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Hello everyone! Here's today's chapter, I hope you enjoy it. By the way, I hate that old bastard Mr. Yoo; sleeping with his sons' wives, what a son of a bitch!
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Seo Joon was extremely annoyed. Seeing his sister's plump breasts, glistening pussy, and beautiful face, he was reluctant to leave this beauty just like that.
"HUH, WHAT'S GOING ON?!" Yoo Dali was also brought out of his reverie upon hearing his father's old voice. He wiggled his butt from side to side to move a little, but at that moment, he felt a huge rod between his buttocks.
This made Yoo Dali's body shudder as he looked down and noticed Yoo Jeon's dishonest hands fondling his breasts. He blushed furiously, but in the next instant, he understood the situation he was in.
"Mmmghha, uhhh, damn it, Jeon, where the fuck are you touching, bastard?" Yoo Dali moaned as he felt Yoo Jeon brush against his breasts.
"Shhh, lower your voice. Didn't you hear the old man outside? Aren't you afraid they'll see us in such a strange situation?"
...
Hearing Yoo Jeon's words, Yoo Dali realized that if she yelled like before, her father would probably hear them. If the old bastard heard her complaints and came in to see the situation, she and Jeon would probably die. After all, what they were doing now was practically incest.
...
"Mmmgh, then... then... stop touching me and come see what... what the hell is going on outside!" Yoo Dali whispered, gritting his teeth at Yoo Jeon's touch.
"Just a little longer, wait." Seo Joon kissed Yoo Dali's collarbone and neck, while simultaneously kneading her sinful breasts.
"Uuuughhhh, shit... Jeon... you... mmghh... I told you to... stop... fuck!"
Seo Joon didn't seem to hear what Yoo Dali was saying. At that moment, his mind was dominated by lust, and the mere fact that they could be discovered at any moment excited him even more.
Seo Joon kissed Yoo Dali's cheek and, with a sharp movement, took his lips.
"Mmmm!" she exclaimed. Da-li was surprised to feel her lips being forcibly taken.
"Shit, shit, I actually kissed my brother!" Yoo Da-li thought, her heart racing.
Seo Joon didn't know what Dali was thinking at that moment; he was enjoying Dali's cherry-colored lips. With a swift movement, he inserted his tongue and began a lascivious dance between tongues.
SUCKING
Yoo Dali's heart was racing after all; the screams outside were becoming more frequent. He was afraid that at any moment someone would come in and find them both in this situation.
"Oh no, this bastard kisses so well!!!" In the end, Dali gave in and followed Jeon's movements, kissing back. Yoo Dali didn't know it, but this strange relationship growing between them began to replace the vague image of Junie Ahn in his heart.
As they kissed, Seo Joon couldn't forget Yoo Dali's breasts. Dali kneaded and pinched Dali's nipples as he pleased, enjoying her body melting in his hands.
For Dali, every touch from Jeon was like an electric shock running through his body, clouding his mind.
At that moment, Yoo Jeon slid her palm down Yoo Dali's belly, intending to touch her pussy.
Perceiving this, Yoo Dali regained consciousness and bit Yoo Jeon's lip, causing him to finally stop.
"Oh, what a crazy bitch!" Yoo Jeon thought as she felt the faint burning sensation on her lips.
Yoo Dali, his eyes clouded, glared at Yoo Jeon furiously. "You bastard, I told you to... mmmhhg... stop, idiot!" he whispered.
"Hehehe, just a little more!" Yoo Jeon hugged Yoo Dali's waist tightly, allowing her to feel his enormous erection even more. Better.
SOBBING
SNIF
SNIF
"Stop... stop... please..." Seeing that her brusqueness wasn't getting Yoo Jeon to stop, she resorted to tears. She showed a pitiful expression, with small drops of water emanating from the corners of her eyes.
Just as Yoo Dali expected, Seo Joon stopped. After all, although Seo Joon considered himself a bad person, he wasn't a fucking rapist. All the sex he'd had before had been consensual, never forced. Hmm, well, it just needed a little nudge.
"Tch, whatever you want!" Seo Joon muttered with a dissatisfied expression.
"How cute!" Yoo Dali thought, seeing the pout on Yoo Jeon's face.
"Hey, why didn't I realize before that this bastard has his charm?"
Seo Joon let go of Yoo Dali, pulled up his boxers, covering his still-erect penis, grabbed a pair of pants, and put them on.
Seeing Yoo Jeon's actions, Yoo Dali smiled inwardly and got dressed again. Looking in the mirror, he noticed the red marks on his neck. "Shit, Jeon, what the hell did you do? How am I going to cover this up?" Yoo Dali's face darkened, and he said in a dissatisfied tone.
"Mmm!" Seo Joon frowned. He looked at Dali's neck and noticed the marks as well. Apparently, he'd gotten a little excited and had inadvertently treated him like Shia.
"Sorry, Dali," Seo Joon replied nonchalantly, put on his sandals, and went out to see what the hell was going on outside.
Watching Yoo Jeon walk out the door, Yoo Dali sighed helplessly. She looked at herself in the mirror and felt proud of her figure. After all, her figure is so good that even a bad boy like Jeon was tempted to sin against her.
After all, Yoo Jeon had never had a girlfriend, or at least not one that she or her father knew of.
"Tch, asshole, what does an apology mean? I'll make you pay!" he muttered in a dissatisfied tone.
"By the way, should we repeat what happened in the future?"
...
Yoo Dali shook his head frantically. "Impossible! It was just a one-time thing. Yoo Jeon is my 'brother.' Even if our relationship is ambiguous, it's still my relationship. Doing this kind of thing is really bad. It won't happen again!" After some thought, Yoo Dali tiptoed out of Yoo Jeon's room and returned to his own to take a bath.
...
"Hiip, asshole, I haven't seen you in a long time. I never thought you'd turn into a thief," said Mr. Yoo, his face flushed from the alcohol. He looked at Junie Ahn's face and frowned. "Besides, what nerve do you have? You're a mess. Are you getting into fights now too? Hiip."
"Huuh, no, no, Mr. Y."
"Fuck, you're useless. You're not just a thief, you're also pathetic... Hiip, you walk around getting beaten up. Who's going to take care of my daughter, asshole? I didn't tell you, you're the horse protecting the princess!" When interrupted, Junie, far from being annoyed, shrank his neck, not daring to answer Mr. Yoo.
"Shit, you thieving bastard! Why the hell aren't you answering?" Mr. Yoo, extremely dissatisfied and annoyed, pointed his finger at Junie Ahn's chest.
Junie Ahn gritted his teeth and endured the humiliation.
"Shit, how useless! If I hadn't sent that kid, Jeon, to my Dali High School, I wouldn't feel safe with you by her side, waiting for you to protect her, hiip...!"
....
Baek Hyun-Ah watched, smoking a cigarette, as Mr. Yoo angrily scolded Junie Ahn.
She took a deep drag on her cigarette and thought, "Looks like I'll have to calm this old man down today to let that kid go, Junie!"
..
On the other hand, Mr. Yoo had forgotten that Junie was about to enter his house without permission. At that moment, he was scolding him for being useless and not protecting his daughter. At that moment, he remembered something his daughter had told him, causing his tone to darken.
"By the way, Da-li told me about it." These words made Junie Ahn's body tense. The next moment, his body tensed even more.
"You've been running in and out of Baek Hyun-Ah's house like a rat, haven't you?"
"This isn't...!" Junie Ahn wanted to defend herself and clear up the misunderstanding, but Mr. Yoo didn't give her time.
"Bastard, do you know why I spend my days with Baek Hyun-Ah?"
...
"It's because Baek Hyun-Ah looks like my late wife. Trying to fuck Hyun-Ah is like trying to fuck my wife!" Mr. Yoo's eyes were red as he spit out these words, and the scene of his wife being fucked by Junie Ahn's disabled father flashed through his mind.
"Uh, I'm sorry, Mr. Yoo, that wasn't my intention!" Junie said in a shaky voice, trying to calm Mr. Yoo down. It was obvious he felt Mr. Yoo was starting to have bad intentions toward himself.
BADUMP
BADUMP
Junie Ahn's heart was pounding; he was obviously nervous, sweat running down his forehead due to the tense situation.
Mr. Yoo got angry and pinched Junie's cheek hard.
"Ugh!" Junie groaned at the pain in his cheek, but he still glared fiercely into Mr. Yoo's eyes.
This disgusting look made Mr. Yoo even more furious, consequently tightening his grip.
"Shit! What's wrong with that Junie guy? Why isn't he saying anything?" Baek Hyun-Ah thought. "Looks like I'll have to fuck Mr. Yoo tonight to get him to sleep and stop bothering him!" With that thought in mind, Baek Hyun-Ah threw away her cigarette and started walking toward Mr. Yoo and Junie Ahn.
"Hey, old man, don't you think it's a bit late to be making so much noise? You'll wake up the neighbors. Besides, aren't you too old to be fighting with others?"
A voice interrupted Baek Hyun-Ah. She looked in the direction of the scene and glimpsed the figure of Yoo Jeon: blonde hair, lazy eyes, silver earrings, tanned skin, a black sweatshirt, black shorts, and white sandals.
"Mr. Yoo's son??"
Seeing Mr. Yoo's son come out to remedy the situation, Baek Hyun-Ah stopped and decided to continue watching.
...
"Yoo Jeon!" Junie Ahn thought.
Yoo Jeon walked down the stairs to where the old bastard and Junie Ahn were.
As he approached, Junie Ahn could smell Yoo Dali's signature scent on Yoo Jeon's body, along with that strange smell. This strange smell reminded his of those sleepless days when he masturbated to Baek Hyun-Ah's moans.
Thinking about this, Junie felt as if his heart was breaking. "Shouldn't that be possible, right?" Although he inwardly denied it, his eyes glared at Yoo Jeon with hostility.
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DING
YOU HAVE STOLEN SOMETHING IMPORTANT FROM THE PROTAGONIST OF QUEEN BEE.
YOU HAVE OBTAINED
A MYSTERY BOX
...
At that moment, Yoo Jeon could hear the mechanical sound of the system in his mind. Reading the reward, he felt extremely strange. He glanced at Junie Ahn out of the corner of his eye and saw how Junie Ahn's pupils reflected hostility toward him, as if he wanted to devour him.
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Yoo Jeon was speechless. How had Junie Ahn realized what had happened with Dali? Could it be the protagonist's seventh sense?
Yoo Jeon didn't know what to say without thinking about it further. He finally approached his bastard father, who was looking at him strangely, and grabbed his arm. "Come on, old man, it's time to sleep. You don't want your health to deteriorate, do you?"
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"Hahahaha, Jeon, you're here. Okay, okay. Since I can hear the concern for your old man in your voice, I'll follow you, hiip, hiip!"
"Tch, you smell too much like alcohol, old man!" Seo Joon said in a dissatisfied tone, sensing the scent of alcohol on Mr. Yoo's body.
"HAHAHAHA, sure, sure. After all, after hiking the mountain with some friends, we went out for a few drinks on the way down... hiip, after that... hiip, I stopped by the cafe and...!"
"Stop, stop, stop, old man. I'm not interested in your sexual encounters!" Seo Joon interrupted, afraid that this old bastard would start telling everyone about today's sexual adventure.
"Hmph, hiiiiip... brat... at your age I..."
...
Seo Joon was speechless. He ignored most of the old man's words. Mr. Yoo leaned on Yoo Jeon and went upstairs with him.
At that moment, Junie Ahn, who had been left behind, gritted his teeth; his eyes flashed with resentment as he watched father and son walk away.
"Damn old bastard, the horse protects the princess, what kind of crap is that?" Junie Ahn's eyes were red with resentment. "Yoo Dali, Yoo Hak Yeong... Yoo Jeon, I'll definitely make you pay for all the injustices, like father, like son!"
With this thought, Junie Ahn entered his apartment. Seo Joon had no idea that Junie Ahn had chosen him as the target of her revenge, but even if he did, he wouldn't care too much.
Upon entering the apartment, Seo Joon carried the old man to his room and threw him onto the bed. As he fell onto the bed, the old man fell asleep instantly. Seeing this, Seo Joon sighed and left the room. He returned to his room, undressed, and lay down, closing his eyes, ready to sleep.
...
A TIME LATER.
BOOM
Seo Joon grabbed one of his opponents from behind and executed a perfect suplex, sending the poor man who had the misfortune of training against him flying.
About a week and a half had passed since that day; that situation with Dali hadn't happened again. But Seo Joon didn't insist, despite this. After all, he wasn't a sex-starved ass-kisser. Instead, he focused on training with this old man.
His workouts have varied, from attempting to uproot trees with his Vin Jin-style strength to attempting to lift people three times his weight.
It's worth noting that his strength has improved. When Yoo Jeon felt this increase, he sighed in admiration. Having a professional coach was definitely a huge help.
After all, he had never taken this field seriously, so his workouts were undoubtedly fruitless.
Seo Joon was drinking water when the old coach approached. "Jeon, I've entered you for the regional competition. Remember to maintain your weight, understand?"
Seo Joon sighed helplessly. "Old man, why compete? Why force me?"
"Hahaha, you're stupid. You should fully utilize that potential and do something!"
Seo Joon was silent for a moment and then sighed. "Fine, whatever you say, whatever you say!"
"Hmph, remember what I told you, maintain your weight!" The old man snorted, turned away, and said nothing more.
Seo Joon shook his head, feeling helpless. In the end, he entered the locker room, took off his jersey, put on the workout clothes he had brought earlier, and got ready to head home.
Seo Joon jogged down the street while listening to music and trying to control his breathing. Lately, he had noticed that, although his physique was truly terrifying, he could get tired, but this only happened when the physical load was exaggerated, something the old coach had noticed. Because of this, the old man had increased the intensity of his training exponentially, with the goal of strengthening his body.
ROAR
At that moment, Seo Joon's stomach growled in protest, a little hungry. Crossing an alley, Seo Joon stopped.
About ten men in black suits emerged from the shadows and surrounded him with fierce faces, obviously having evil intentions.