Did Kim Minsoo Really Come Dressed Like That?
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Response to [Concerns About My Girlfriend] – PureDiaryAuthor [Solar]
If the guy next to you is getting on your nerves, one way to handle it is by becoming someone even more impressive than him. Let me spill the beans about my school days, though it's embarrassing. We had one of those disgustingly popular guys in our class.
I meticulously dissected that guy, scrutinizing every move and word. But surprise, surprise! There wasn't much setting us apart. Can I claim to have had the credentials of being Mr. Popular too? Well, it's not about talents; I just want to insinuate that everyone has the potential to tiptoe into the realm of popularity.
So, what's the point? Relax, no need to rush; I'll tell you since you asked. Being confident is crucial. Also, throw in the so-called ‘world-class expression,' a term from the popular guys' dictionary, casually.
Listen, luck follows after a prolonged break. SweetStudent, you've been lurking in the ground like a cicada or whatever for ages. Now, it's your time to spread your wings.
They say a confident attitude changes your surroundings. There's a saying like that, so, heh, who knows? Remember the amusement park tips I told earlier. You might end up transforming into a replica of me. But hey, I'm not so sure about that, haha.
As for fashion, you inquired about it. Firstly, points are crucial. I'll snap a few pics and upload them separately later.
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ㄴㅇㅇ:: Lol, are you, by any chance, Park** from the school days? If so, I'm really sorry you lost it. I shouldn't have aimed for your head; it was all my fault.
[Report 2]
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Kim Minsoo checked PureDiaryAuthor's response once again. It stood out as the most enlightening content amidst a sea of essays and self-help books.
Even with a spiteful comment, he could gauge PureDiaryAuthor's popularity. For a star, light and darkness are a package deal. If he's the light, then those trolls are undoubtedly the absolute darkness.
"These popular guys aren't anything extraordinary." Thinking about today's events, a smirk formed on Minsoo's lips.
He reminisced about Baek Taeyang, stumbling over his words while blushing. Melanie, feeling awkward when confronted with confidence, also flashed through his mind.
"I'm the Hero, Kim Minsoo, you bastards." He theatrically punched the air a few times, eagerly awaiting the response from PureDiaryAuthor's supposed expertise. Although considering fashion magazines crossed his mind, it was clear they couldn't hold a candle to the styling insights of a ‘true expert.'
As Kim Minsoo anticipated a trail of blooming flowers to follow his grand gesture, he glanced at his phone.
[Kim Minsoo invited ♥ So Yoomin and Baek Taeyang to the group.]
[Kim Minsoo] :: Hey, let's meet at the Wonderland main entrance by nine tomorrow! Don't be late!]
"Hmm… still unread."
Six hours have passed already. Busy? What could be so busy? Should I prod again…
Ding! A response finally appeared.
"Perfect timing!"
It swooped in just before it could become a concern, the PureDiaryAuthor's styling seemingly tailored to perfection. Though Minsoo wasn't a fashion connoisseur, he could sense it outshined his tricolored sweater.
"Just like Baek Taeyang." The muttered words hung in the air, dissipating like smoke.
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"Slrp… Slrrp…"
"Should I reply now?"
"Slrrp… Slrrpp…"
"Hmm…"
I can't grasp Minsoo's overly confident demeanor. Attitudes don't switch in a split second, so the awkwardness should stick around. It was bizarre to see him attempting something he'd never done before, as if his body were resisting.
"Yoomin, which mouth do you want me to feed?"
"Master, I wanna eat it with my dirty pussy-hole…" As she nodded, Yoomin quit sucking and boldly spread her legs. She hiked up her skirt, drooling as she rubbed her pussy, making it squeak.
"You're really…"
"Yoomin's such a filthy slut, master… Please punish me quickly…"
No need for words. I shoved my rock-hard cock into the fuckhole. It went in smoothly, stretching from root to tip without a hitch.
"Ah…ng…doing it…like this…is nice…Master, it's so… gooood… too… ah… ha…"
Our thighs banged hard enough for the slamming sounds to echo. Her bountiful chest mashed against my body, threatening to burst out sideways.
"At Wonder…land too… If Yoomin is hun…gry… how about…it…ng…master?"
"If it happens, you'll have to eat."
"Master, I like… it…ah…this way… cumming…!"
She was soaking wet down there; she must've been jerking off since she took my cock into her mouth earlier. In the brief moment I checked my phone, she took care of everything herself.
"Inside… inside Yoomin… it's nice, ah…Master, cum…please… give it… to me…"
With those words, her body convulsed, gushing out her pussy juices. As soon as she sagged, her vaginal walls clenched, and my load shot out immediately.
In the afterglow, she intermittently licked the nape of my neck.
"I should shoot a reply now."
Just as I was about to respond, Yoomin's phone vibrated, ringing loudly. With only a phone number, I couldn't know who it was, but it seemed familiar.
In a peculiar way, it felt like a known number, so I decided to pick up the phone.
"I'll answer it."
Yoomin nodded, smoothly making her way down. Probably because of our previous training sessions, she knew she had to give a thorough cleanup blowjob.
Amidst the squelchy sounds, I pressed the answer button.
"Yoomin, are you busy? Just wondering if your battery died or if you lost your phone. If not, did you not reply? I happened to call to find the phone. It's nothing major, but maybe you missed my group chat invitation? If we're late for the meeting time, it'll be awkward for both of us…"
Feeling like someone's right there when they're not. A sensation of being drenched in saliva even though that's not the case. Ears getting damn moist, feeling like my eardrums are about to explode.
It's Kim Minsoo.
He's trying to force out a sweet voice, speaking in a squeaky, low tone. Sounding like a buzzing, pre-pubescent guy, making it uncomfortable.
Yoomin glanced up once or twice, but she was too busy sucking my cock like it's candy to notice.
"…so, tomorrow, let's go to the amusement park together. What do you think? Is it okay? If so, should I pick you up in front of your house?"
"No, that's not necessary, Minsoo. Yoomin has already agreed to go with me tomorrow."
"Huh? What?! what!"
I saw that yelling coming, so I moved the phone a bit away.
With Minsoo making such a racket that the phone vibrated a tad. After a while, he shut up. I didn't feel the need to talk first, so I kept my mouth shut.
"Yoomin is my girlfriend…"
"Who cares? I happen to have a car, so we can go together, right?"
"Are you talking about Rocinante? Riding something like that is dangerous!"
"No, not that. I mean a real car."
Obtaining a car is easy with the black card. The driver could also come and wait in front of my house.
I kept stroking Yoomin's head and continued my words, "Anyway, Yoomin and I decided to ride together. I know you two are dating and… Ouch, watch the teeth!"
"Teeth?"
"No, it's nothing. Anyway, you and Yoomin are dating, but going together from the jump in date attire feels kinda weird on the way, don't you think? I thought you would've considered that."
"Well… true? Ah, of course, I know that much. It was just a test in case you were unaware. You understand what I'm saying, right?"
"Yes."
Minsoo didn't ask the most important question, ‘Why am I with Yoomin?' Though the conversation was somewhat guided, it seemed he forgot about it, perhaps due to his head too high up in the clouds.
"Alright! We'll meet separately at nine then. Don't forget Wonderland at nine!"
"I got it, but Minsoo, why does your voice always get so loud all of sudden?"
"Huh? Is my voice loud? I don't really know…"
"Just kidding, just kidding. It's just right now, so keep it like this."
"Thanks! See you tomorrow then!"
"Yeah."
Minsoo's tone completely shifted away from his original intention to talk to Yoomin. He couldn't comprehend why it was problematic for a guy who found his girlfriend's phone late at night to answer it.
After ending the call, I glanced down. Yoomin was squirming her butt, seeking praise. Leaning down, I kissed her briefly, then dialed the number on the back of the black card.
"Yes, Mr. Baek Taeyang. I am Manager Kim Minju, your exclusively assigned contact. If it's not too much trouble, may I ask what you need first?"
The call connected immediately, even before the dialing sound finished. I was momentarily taken aback by the extreme courtesy that followed. It was the first time I received such extravagant treatment.
‘With a manager-level contact assigned, how important do they consider me?'
"Tomorrow, I need to be at Wonderland by nine. I'm with a lady."
"Shall I prepare the car in front of your place? If I misunderstood anything, could you please explain it again?"
"No, no, you got it right. Also, could you prepare suitable clothes for us to wear? For the woman as well."
"Yes, that's possible. Then, may I confirm if I understood what Mr. Baek Taeyang mentioned correctly? To prepare for coordinating the clothes, I plan to send one vehicle with the clothes to your residence by 8:30. So you have enough time to choose the clothes. Is that acceptable?"
Even though Choi Youngnam praises Baek Taeyang's name, I never actually felt it. No matter how much the media spreads the news of my accomplishments, it doesn't directly resonate. But now, receiving this kind of hospitality, I could definitely understand.
It felt like having an AI assistant straight out of a superhero movie. The manager was thorough, systematic, and she didn't give off the feeling of talking excessively even if she spoke a lot.
"Alright, then please take care of that."
One call, and all the preparations were done. Yoomin, too, seemed surprised, probably listening to the conversation.
"Taeyang, you are…?"
"As you can see."
I was surprised too.
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He never ceases to amaze me.
I foolishly believed that there couldn't be anything more surprising than the top-tier treatment from the corporate level. I was convinced that, no matter what stunts Kim Minsoo pulled, it would all fall within the realm of normalcy.
How naive I was. I had grown too complacent.
Who says you can't set your own limits?
Kim Minsoo is undeniably the protagonist of this novel. He's the main character who effortlessly shatters the structure of my thoughts.
Is he really wearing clothes like that and coming all the way here?
Kim Minsoo, clad in an unbelievably absurd outfit, was stumbling along on one leg.
I wished I could erase what my eyes had witnessed.