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Min-joon, who became a tearful face, hugged his body with his arms and shook as he looked around. They all look awful. One had a bald head as if it were a man's right arm, and a sharp mark under his eyes, and I would like to omit the other two's explanation. It was just a specimen of Yakuza itself. The only thing that seems to be the farthest from Yakuza in this room was the incredibly sexy man standing with his back against the window, but Min-joon can now speak. He's the scariest Yakuza.

Other Yakuza, who had eye contact with Min-joon, caused an earthquake in his eyes by blinking. They were shouting silently together.

How do you think you're gonna get it? I'm not gay. You gay guy.'

"Is there anyone here who can do a man?"

"No, it's not.

"Never."

"Don't say that."

'Oh, if you do well, you'll be fine. I don't like you, either.'

Min-joon, who was offended by yakuza who were so mean and shouted that he liked women, said in an explicitly unpleasant voice, pouting his mouth.

"I don't like it either.”

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"Really? That's enough. Take it off."

"So why are you taking it off? I don't know why.”

"Body test."

"Body... what do you mean a test?"

"I'm careful to look everywhere in our house."

"What are you looking at?"

The man came to Min-joon, who could not understand at once no matter what he said, with a stiff face. Then the bald man put out his leather gloves. The man slowly pushed his long finger into the leather in front of Min-jun's eyes.