Chapter warning: this chapter contains scenes of sexual content. Please be warned before proceeding.
She took the tip of his member into her mouth, sucking on it like a popsicle, and gradually opened her mouth wider to take him in. She even glanced up with her large, thickly-lashed eyes to check his reaction.
Although only the tip fit inside her small mouth, it seemed to be enough of a struggle for her, as her face flushed a deep red. Still, she moved her tongue around, rubbing it against his sensitive skin.
“Ah…!”
Hyun-ho, who had been momentarily frozen, grimaced and placed a hand on the wall. The white bathroom wall seemed to collapse around him, overwhelming him.
“Phew…”
He met her eyes and began to move his hips slowly. Tears welled up in the corners of Tae-eun’s eyes, and seeing that brought him dangerously close to climax.
Though he wanted to thrust deep into her throat and finish quickly, he didn’t want to see her crying again like she did earlier that morning.
“Ah, ah…”
Hyun-ho pulled his member out and started stroking it himself. Before long, thick, white cum was streaming down his shaft and splattering onto her nose.
When he helped her stand, he noticed her knees were bright red. In that moment, it felt like Song Tae-eun had touched a dark, violent part of him that he had suppressed for nearly twenty years.
It stirred something primal within him. He wanted to mark her entire body like that.
He spread his tongue flat and licked the cum off her face, then turned her around and made her brace against the wall.
With one hand, he grabbed her ample breast, and with his member, he slid between her pale buttocks. Tae-eun looked back at him, showing fear for the first time today.
“Are you scared?”
Sometimes, a mischievous curiosity arose in him. He wondered how he appeared in her eyes. Did she like the changed face she saw, different from the Ji Hyun-ho in the photos?
Even Ji Yong-jae and Kang Bo-yeon sometimes avoided his bright eyes. They would stare blankly at their youngest son’s serene smile, feel a chill, and hurriedly leave.
Ji Hyun-ho’s parents must have instinctively sensed something off about him. But they couldn’t deny their precious son, who had returned from the brink of death. They could only thank the heavens and suppress the uneasy feeling that made the hair on their necks stand up.
But what about her?
Was she afraid of him?
“No.”
Tae-eun shook her head and whispered, blushing.
“I like it.”
In that moment, he realized one thing.
He had become human just to hear those words.
Hyun-ho grabbed her chin and locked his tongue with hers. His member plunged deeply inside her. The warm flesh struggled to accommodate him.
“Mm…”
“Make some noise.”
He released her lips and demanded. But she turned her head forward and covered her mouth with her hand.
This caused her back to arch more flexibly. He watched as her pale buttocks met his slow thrusts.
“Ah…”
His hands tightened around her breasts, nipples jutting out temptingly between his fingers, though he couldn’t see them.
When the tip of his member reached the deepest part, there was no space left between them. Hyun-ho pressed his cheek against hers and picked up the pace.
The sound of wet flesh slapping together and her stifled moans filled the humid bathroom. Even the smallest sounds echoed loudly. He grabbed her wet hair and forcibly pulled her face away from her hand.
“Ah, ah, ugh!”
Hearing her moans right in his ear was incredibly satisfying. Maybe it was because she was being extra cute today. The urge to keep this act going, just for Song Tae-eun, until his body gave out was overwhelming.
His rough breathing and powerful thrusts suddenly came to a halt.
His thoughts had wandered to the possibility of her death.
Tae-eun, her face flushed like a peach, looked back at him. Her eyes were filled with confusion and urgency. Her inner walls tightened around his buried member, almost suffocatingly.
“Why did you stop?”
Hyun-ho closed his eyes and kissed her back. Trying to clear his mind, he thrust deeply with his thick tip. The intense sensations surged through him.
“Ah, ah…”
People die, that was just a fact. He reminded himself of this simple truth.
“Louder… let me hear you.”
He was an entity defying the principles of life, but she was not.
“Too much… ah…”
He was merely a ghost mimicking a human, and this was just a game to entertain himself.
“Do you like it?”
He asked the woman who was like a brief, torrential rainstorm in his long life.
“Tell me. Do you like it?”
He asked as if clinging to her, someone who would disappear in a few decades, leaving only traces behind.
Tae-eun opened her eyes and looked at him with unfocused pupils. She slowly nodded and gave him the answer he wanted.
“Yes, I like it.”
A smile spread across his face. For now… that was enough. He didn’t want to delve into deeper thoughts.
Hyun-ho squeezed her soft breasts and thrust hard enough to make a slapping sound. The rougher his movements became, the more his vision flickered. His long-suppressed desire was reaching its limit.
He lowered his hand and rubbed her clit hard. Tae-eun’s body jolted.
“Ah!”
His middle finger moved rapidly against her clit, enough to imprint his fingerprint. Her thighs trembled, and her juices gushed out.
“Ah, ah…!”
“Ugh…!”
The warm inner walls convulsed, pushing him to climax instantly. Mixed fluids of cum and her juices flowed down his round testicles. His back heaved with his heavy breathing.
As Tae-eun wobbled on her tiptoes, Hyun-ho pulled out and helped her lean against the wall. He knelt down between her legs and buried his face there.
“Don’t… stop…”
Tae-eun tried to push his head away, twisting her body, but he didn’t budge. The loud slurping sounds coming from below made her blush even more than during sex.
“Why do you keep doing this…?”
She couldn’t understand his post-sex ritual. While she thought water would suffice to clean up, he always insisted on licking up every last bit of their fluids with his tongue. He only stopped once there was nothing left but thin, clear juices.
Hyun-ho washed her off, his member still heavy and erect, but he didn’t seem to have any intention of continuing. Unlike his earlier aggressive behavior, his hands were gentle as he lifted her breasts to clean the skin underneath.
Even as he dried her long hair with a blow dryer, his erect member occasionally brushed against her back. But he opened the bathroom door and let her out into the humid air first.
“Why?”
Tae-eun lingered at the door, and Hyun-ho asked while putting away the dryer.
“Are you planning to finish by yourself again?”
When she asked again, he burst out laughing. At the same time, his member bobbed up and down, catching her eye.
“If you’re going to do it alone, why not just do it with me?”
“Why are you being so sweet today?”
Hyun-ho patted her freshly dried hair. His wide grin showed just how pleased he was.
“Since we’re clean, let’s eat and take a nap. We can have sex afterward.”
He gave her a quick kiss and prepared to close the door. Reluctantly, she left the bathroom.
From behind the closed door, she could hear him washing up. Tae-eun put on one of his t-shirts from the closet and slowly explored the second floor, which she hadn’t visited in a while.
Her eyes were drawn to a large bookshelf next to the bathroom door. She immediately recognized a familiar book spine and approached it. On the second shelf from the top was the oldest book in the collection.
“The World Beyond the Line” by Nam Dae-hyeong. Haeon Publishing. Published February 12, 1998.
The shaman she met yesterday said it was written by her father. The reason it kept catching her eye was probably because Hyun-ho seemed to read it often. She wondered what kind of enjoyment or lessons he found in it.
Tae-eun pulled the book out, intending to skim through it. But it naturally opened to a specific page, and something fell out.
“Huh?”
She bent down to pick up the fallen photo. It was slightly burnt on one edge, as if someone had tried to set it on fire. In the picture, a young girl in jeans was smiling brightly.
The girl in the photo was a young Song Tae-eun.
Her gaze lingered on her younger self, who seemed strangely unfamiliar. Her first thought was, “I used to smile like that.”
Then she wondered why Hyun-ho had tucked this photo into the book. It wasn’t impossible for him to have a picture of her—there were many photos of them together in Song Min-jae’s album.
She also wondered how long he had kept this photo.
‘You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you.’
‘Why did you wait for me?’
‘Because I wanted to see you.’
His words, which she had taken as a confession, came to mind. At the time, she had been too flustered to process them, but now, looking at this old photo, she felt like she was starting to understand his mysterious feelings.
So, he really has been thinking about her for a long time…
Her face flushed at the thought. Shaking her head to clear it, she looked closely at her younger self in the photo. She seemed to be holding someone’s hand, but that part of the picture was burnt, making it impossible to tell who it was.
Who could it be? Was it Hyun-ho?
“What are you doing?”
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