Fortunately, Minji hadnât plastered my dick all over the villa.
There werenât models of it in every corner, paintings inspired by it hanging on the walls, or printouts of the photo Iâd accidentally sent her displayed like fine art.
It was limited to the banners I saw while approaching from the AV, the statue in the main hall, and a few subtle patterns worked into the décor.
Thank God.
I mean, sure, Iâd survived the initial shock, but the thought of my dick being immortalized all over this expensive mansion? Absolutely horrifying.
âShe doesnât actually like dicks. She just wanted to mess with me.â
This was sibling-like teasingâon a completely absurd scale, sure, but not incomprehensible.
It was sort of a relief.@@novelbin@@
"Do you have any idea how exhausting this has been for me? Those bitches wouldnât stop whining."
Minji led me through the mansion, still sucking on that ice pop.
Now that my mind wasnât stuck on dicks, I finally noticed what she was wearing.
It was practically missing its bottom half.
She had on a thick white puffer jacket, a thin blouse underneath, and a tiny H-line skirtâthe kind that barely covered anything.
The hem sat maybe 10 centimeters below her crotch. From behind, it looked like she wasnât wearing a skirt at all, just a jacket.