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The man moved his finger in search of a wiretap that did not seem to care about Min-joon. Min-joon was trying to think of something else, but began to mutter something with a moaning sound, wondering if he could not do it.

" …… East Sea water and bag ...…and Doosan dries up...…so that God...…independence on Sergeant...…hurrah…."

When Min-joon sobbed and sang the national anthem, the man's hand stopped and raised him up. The wind swept the leather-gloved fingers through the inner wall.

"Hoor……ab."

When a strange sound came out, Min-joon covered his mouth with his hand and looked at the man. The man was frowning at the temple, apparently feeling extremely bad. In the midst of that, Min-joon almost gave up because he felt the man's appearance was very sexy.

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The man pulled something white and threw it on Minjun's face as if throwing it. It was a tissue extracted from a tissue container.

"Wip it. I can't see it because it's dirty. Why are you making such a fuss about what will end if you don't do anything? Get dressed."

The man threw his gloves into the trash can and pressed the intercom.

"Come in."

Surprised by the man's words, Min-joon roughly wiped his face with tissue and inserted his panties and pants into the place that had yet to be recovered. The place, which was blocked by the passage without being discharged, was likely to catch fire as the clothes brushed past. However, the genitals subsided little by little, perhaps because of the harsh situation or whether it was the effect of the national anthem.