Chapter 57: Ah, I Really Don't Want to Talk to Him
Ah, I Really Don't Want to Talk to Him
"Minsoo, calm down. You've never tasted it anyway."
Minsoo continued to scream endlessly. He couldn't even hold the phone properly as the screen showed the asphalt road.
I turned the volume down, realizing it would be a while before I could make sense of what he was saying.
"Ha… Ha… Ah… Ah… Am I… Am I amazing…?" Yoomin squeezed her pussy harder and mumbled as if my words pleased her.
In an effort to enhance Minsoo's auditory experience, I drew the phone closer, and as I smacked Yoomin's ass, a scream filled with pleasure resonated. While sobbing, he spoke unintelligibly, reducing his pronunciation to a tangled, senseless jumble.
"Why am I doing this? Because she's too good to be wasted on someone like you." I spat out my words and thrust my hips.
You think you deserve a girl like her?
Minsoo would likely blame me more than himself. He'd paint me as the villain, thinking if it weren't for me, they'd be the lovey-dovey couple. He's probably convinced that Yoomin is falling for some twisted scheme.