Folder of Desire: Dreams Turned Reality

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In the runway waiting room of the company, Choi Aran was embarrassed by the unidentified pleasure rising in her lower body.

That's right… She didn't do anything, but she kept feeling numb and hot… So how could she not be embarrassed?

She hurriedly went into her dressing room and looked at her pussy.

Even though she had covered her pussy well with tape, her love juices were flowing out.

Choi Aran saw this and laughed at her absurdity.

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[… What. It's really wet. Why am I so excited when I haven't even touched it?]

[Ha... Now, if I just make eye contact with him, do you get wet?]

[It's not a big deal. Now it's time to go up again.]

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She clumsily retaped her pussy and left her dressing room.

Meanwhile, I increased her sensitivity by caressing the mannequin's clit and her pussypetals.

And so when it was her turn on the runway. She came on stage with a redder face than before.

Choi Aran consciously avoids my gaze and only walks forward.

However, because of that, others gradually began to catch suspicious details one by one, which I could hear whispering around me.

─Hey. Don't you think Choi Ahran has become a little strange? Her movements are somewhat stiffer than before.

─Did you feel it too? I just thought that too.

─His face is now bright red, and her walking has also become passive. I feel like something has become erotic.

─Hehe... That's right. She always had a Black Panther-like vibe. Don't you think that she is feeling a bit shy today? If I were to compare it, I would say she is like a rabbit now.

─Haha. It's perfect. She looks like a scary rabbit.

I smiled slightly as I listened to the conversation between the two men.

In my opinion, Choi Aran's mood had completely changed.

The girl who walked so confidently and arrogantly in Part 1 was walking as if she was being chased by something in Part 2.

The sight was interesting, so I opened the mannequin's pussylips slightly with my fingertips.

As the tip of my nail dug into her pussy entrance, Choi Aran trembled for a moment and bit her lip.

With her superhuman patience, she seemed to have somehow held back her moans, but her poker face had half collapsed, revealing her slutty sow face.

At this, the two women who were chatting behind me opened their mouths again in surprise.

This time they were a little more confident.

─Hey, look at that. Did you just see it? Her facial expression was suddenly shaking.

─Yes, I saw it. What? It was a facial expression that really felt it. Right?

─ Yes. Is she walking around wearing a rotor in her pussy or something? There's something like my boyfriend gives me a sexy mission.

─Aahh... That would be a little too far. She would be crazy to do something like that on a stage.

─No. Let's think. Just now, she was looking over here and blowing a flying kiss with her hand and winking.

─Huh? Come to think of it... it was a little weird, right? She's never done anything like that before.

─Look. Is there a real possibility of her wearing a pussy rotor?

─Crazy. If it's real, it's legendary. How perverted does she have to be to do something like that on a stage like this?

─For now, let's keep watching. She might send another signal to her boyfriend.

I was once again amazed by the reasoning skills of these two people.

I thought they only felt that something was fishy, but I never thought they would dig into it this sharply.

'But what are they going to do?'

Of course, the two couldn't do anything.

Let alone making it public, it was impossible to verify its authenticity.

Therefore, their curiosity was just a fun seasoning for me.

I focused on targeting the mannequin's chest as if showing off to those two people.

Choi Aran, who was already very sensitive, was shaking every time I touched her.

As expected, the conversation between the two continued again.

─… Crazy. Does our theory look real?

─… It's real. Choi Aran won't do that because she's sick.

─… Awesome. That facial expression is so fucking sexy. It's very lewd.

The two women's feelings have now become half confirmed.

To be exact, it was not a rotor but a mannequin's ability, but the context could be seen as similar.

Just like that, Choi Aran hurriedly left the stage, radiating her sexual energy to the fullest.

Some quick-witted males had oddly flushed faces at the mysterious aura that was implicitly felt.

"Hehe. All right. Let your imaginations run wild, everyone. Even if you wake up from death, you can't fuck her because she is a top-class pussy, but I'm going to fuck her until I'm tired of it without a condom.

Before I knew it, my crotch was also swollen with heat.

In response to my desire, I sent her a text message.

[Aran. How long is the mid runway period?]

Then, within a few seconds, her reply arrived.

[The next walk is in 5 minutes. Next is the finale, so it's in 15 minutes. Why is that?]

I think it can be done in roughly 15 minutes so I sent her a reply with a mischievous smile.

[After doing the next thing, come to the men's bathroom for a moment. Are you so fucking wet right now? Your Oppa will take care of your wet pussy?]

In short, it means having sex before the final runway.

In some ways, it was a crazy play that risked one's life career.

But as expected, a positive response came back from her.

[Please take care of my pussy, oppa.]

"Hehe... I knew that."

I left my seat early and headed into the dark hallwaywhere there was an restroom in a remote place where people rarely reach.

'Come to think of it, I once enjoyed outdoor play like this at her company.'

For some reason, I remembered that time and smiled softly.

'Of course it will be a little more thrilling this time.'

I opened the tablet and looked at her situation.

She had just finished the runway and was changing into her finale outfit.

Now she was wearing snake-patterned lingerie reminiscent of a boa constrictor with sexy enamel boots.

Just by looking at it, it was an outfit that gave me the impression of a mesmerizing queen.

However, funny enough, she was actually a bitch and a whore who was completely obedient to the cock.

She had a freezing and chic expression, but inside, she was hoping to be crushed and fucked by me.

She pretended to be relaxed and touched up her makeup, then spoke to the coordinator in charge as if it was no big deal.

─Yesul. I'm going to go to the bathroom for a moment. My stomach hurts a little.

─Ah. Yes, noona. However, you must arrive by 2:30 PM.

─I understand. I won't be late.

After looking around, Choi Aran walked to the bathroom where I was, kicking her sharp boots.

She then looked around her as before, cleared her throat in embarrassment, and entered the men's bathroom.

I knocked on the door of the toilet stall where I was sitting and told her where I was.

At this, Choi Aran opened the door, saw my face there, and immediately hugged me.

"Haaa♥ Master♥ I thought I was really going to cum in the runway.♥ "

She fawned over me, rubbing my face against her own cleavage.

I naturally made Choi Aran sit on top of me and asked.

"Why? Just looking at your master's face made my pussy flutter. You were walking with complete arousal?"

Choi Aran's face turned red at those words.

"… Ugh♥ It's obvious♥ "

"Of course. The two womens in my backseat were giggling that Aran had a rotor in her pussy. Even though I didn't do anything."

When I said that to her, she urgently rubbed her body and showed her cuteness.

"Aaahhh ♥ What should I do when I was horny? ♥ I was just walking while imagining my master dick ♥ "

"Okay. I'll forgive you this once. Instead, for the finale, you are going to walk with your master's semen in your bitch's pussy. You are going to prov in front of everyone that your pussy belong to your master only."

Choi Aran's cheeks turned bright red at my suggestion of walking on the runway with semen in her pussy.

She kissed my lips lustfully, as if just imagining it gave her a thrill.

"… Well, I like that♥ I think it's crazy♥ "

"Really? It's going to be so fucking thrilling, right?"

"… Yes, I want to try it."

"Other people will never drool over you again. I'll fill you up with your master's semen. Only the two of us know that. Other people will erect their cock while say saying they likes you. Not even knowing that I've already fucked your pussy like a slut."

"… Ugh ♥ I want to walk with the master's semen in front of the idiots ♥ ♥ Aahhh ♥ It will be awesome ♥ "

She clutched her chest and let out her strange breath.

The snake pattern of the lingerie wriggled, creating a sensual and provocative atmosphere.

"Whoa. You are wearing a lot of sexy underwear today. Are you going to wear them separately later?"

I was disappointed that the quality was too good to only fuck her once, so I asked for it.

Then Choi Aran licked my cheek like a snake and whispered.

"… Of course♥ I will dress up the way you like and get fuck ♥ Because I'm your sow slave, exclusively for you♥ ."

Then, she lowers her hand and pulls down the zipper of my pants.

Then she raised my thick erection and pressed it against her own pussy petal.

─Chuuup♥

Just when my dick touched the entrance to her pussy, a sticky friction sound was heard.

It meant that Choi Aran's pussy was excited to that extent.

She savored my dick with her pussypetal for a moment and then slowly started lowering her waist while her hungry pussy began to swallow my dick.

"Haha♥ my pussy will eat it well♥."

─Slap♥

A soggy sound spread, and the temperature of our pussy and sick meat was transmitted to each other's bodies.

I was fucking a lingerie model's pussy while she was wearing a stage costume.

"Ha. It's so good."

It was the ultimate fuck feast that was melting my brain.