SATURDAY 48

It was chilling. It was as if he were trying to steal my face. Everything I had taken from Inha—my face, my fate, my future—Inha was trying to take all of it back from me…. Inha’s cold touch clearly carried that meaning.

「Inyoung-a Inyoung-a Inyoung-a Inyounga」

A voice as fast as music played at double speed called out to me.

「You should have died, you should have died and I should have lived. You should have done as the Shaman told you. Why did you suddenly decide you wanted to live? Why are you alive? If someone is to remain in this world, it should be me…. I’m the more valuable human being. Isn’t that right? Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it?」

“Ugh, eueek….”

The hand that had swept over my face over and over now strangled my neck. The hand was so cold, and blood burst from the wounds, soaking my skin and clothes. I was so scared my stomach went stiff and my heart thundered. Everything around me was freezing.

「You think I can’t kill you?」

“….”

「I’ll bury you in that spot. I’ll bury you in a good spot. Hmm? Hee-hee, hee-hee-hee.」

“…Inyoung!”

“Gasp…!”

Suddenly the scenery around me changed and the air turned warm. Mr. Taeseon was looking down at me with a worried face, his hands gripping my shoulders. I slowly turned my gaze. I saw the living room of the house.

Strangely, I had definitely been on the sofa, but now I was sitting uncomfortably in a dining chair. And while the time Mother left was clearly during the day, it was pitch-black night outside.

“Why are you sleeping in a place like this…. And why is your complexion like this?”

Mr. Taeseon’s hand rose cautiously and touched my cheek. As always, his large hand was warm. Normally, I would have been momentarily terrified by Mr. Taeseon touching me, but because I was so out of it right now, his presence was a comfort.

“Inyoung?”

“Ah, no…. I think I just, had a dream.”

Mr. Taeseon’s face, tilting his head as if to say ‘A dream?’, was full of concern. But there was something that caught my eye even more. Mr. Taeseon’s hand. Bandages were wrapped around and around his hand.

“Mr. Taeseon…! What happened to your hand?”

“Ah, this. I got hurt a bit.”

He glossed over it as he tucked his hands under my sides to lift me from the chair, then lightly picked me up and moved to the sofa.

While sitting on the sofa perched on his lap, I continued to worry about his hand. Mr. Taeseon repeatedly told me not to mind it because it wasn’t a serious injury.

“Why were you sleeping at the dining table?”

Then he quickly changed the subject. Since he didn’t seem to want to talk about it further, I had no choice but to keep my mouth shut. Instead of asking about the wound, I reflected on the events of the morning. Seeing Mother off, thinking about the staff, and then, what did I do?

As expected, my last memory was sitting on the sofa. And Lili ran away… and Inha….

“Did you have a nightmare?”

“A nightmare….”

Ah, it was a dream….

The moment I realized that, the strength drained completely from my body. I had been noticing Mr. Taeseon’s pheromones feeling quite thick for some time now.

Smelling that scent, my body relaxed further. As my tensed body went limp and I naturally leaned against Mr. Taeseon, he wrapped one arm tighter around me and used his injured arm to raise a hand and cover his mouth.

“…Mr. Taeseon?”

“No… sorry, I thought I might laugh….”

“Why are you laughing?”

Is this a laughing matter? Mr. Taeseon wouldn’t know, but I had a truly terrifying dream and I feel like the sensation of Inha’s hand is still lingering on my neck. When I looked at him with a hurt expression, Mr. Taeseon cleared his throat, removed his hand, and spoke with an expression he seemed to have forced into composure.

“Sorry. I did that because it felt good having you lean on me.”

“….”

Come to think of it, he used to show this kind of thoughtless side occasionally…. I eventually ended up smirking too. I decided not to tell him it was a nightmare featuring Inha. There was no need to worry him for nothing.

Mr. Taeseon’s hand cautiously stroked my hair. Very slowly, so that I wouldn’t be startled. I winced a little because I had memories of having my hair grabbed, but Mr. Taeseon simply swept his hand gently down my hair.

When I felt certain that his touch wouldn’t turn violent, I lifted my head slightly. Mr. Taeseon was gazing at me intently. My eyes met his as he looked down, and naturally, our faces drew closer.

The kiss was cautious this time as well. Mr. Taeseon lightly took my lips into his own, then quietly meshed our lips together. In that state, we slowly sucked on each other’s lips and the inside of our mouths, and pheromones leaked from our bodies as if drawn out.

Mr. Taeseon softly kneaded various parts of my body that were still stiff with tension and fear. At that touch, I inadvertently flinched bit by bit. This time, it wasn’t because I was surprised or scared. Mr. Taeseon was simply trying to massage me with no other intention, but I, of my own accord….

My body trembled at the large hand stroking down my back along the muscles, caressing my shoulder blades. Mr. Taeseon’s hand, which sensitively caught the trembling of my body, hesitated.

His pheromones thickened in an instant. I grew increasingly feverish as the pheromones rushed in like I was getting drunk. Shamefully, my lower half was becoming damp and wet.

The kiss continued. Mr. Taeseon gently tickled the roof of my mouth with the tip of his tongue. Unable to hold back, a sound vibrated from my throat. That sound, close to a groan, echoed particularly loudly in the spacious living room.

Mr. Taeseon continued to rub the roof of my mouth with his tongue while reaching his hand downward. I barely endured him firmly grasping my buttocks, but I couldn’t hold back when his fingertip gave a poke, pressing against my slightly wet lower entrance.

“Nng…!”

My insides turned hot helplessly at the ecstatic kiss—so sweet it made my throat tingle—and the hand that slowly rubbed my lower half as if caressing it.

Every time his hand brushed past my bottom, I flinched repeatedly. Through the thin clothes I wore at home, it must have been clearly felt that my lower half was pulsing as if wishing for an intrusion.

“Ugh, nng…. Mmm….”

Our lips parted. Mr. Taeseon stared at me silently with a face as flushed as mine, then pressed hard between my buttocks through the clothes with two fingers.

“Eueeeut…! Ah!”

I groaned, startled by the sudden, strong stimulation. My whole body shuddered, and goosebumps broke out over the skin of my arms and legs. The sensation was transmitted as if a whirlpool had formed in my stomach. My front rose firmly with no way to stop it, even wetting my underwear and clothes slightly.

However, the same was true for Mr. Taeseon, whom I felt beneath my thighs.

“Haa….”

I let out a hot breath. My two arms, which had been hanging down, were now wrapped around Mr. Taeseon’s torso. Mr. Taeseon, who had been trailing his lips down my cheek and jawline, pressed down hard on my lower half again.

“Nn, nng…! Hng, ah…!”

Perhaps because it had been a long time, I couldn’t control my body or my voice. I fumbled over Mr. Taeseon’s body, trying somehow to resolve the excitement pooled in my stomach.

“Mr. Taeseon….”

“….”

At that moment, Mr. Taeseon removed his hand from below with a troubled face and fumbled over my thighs. My head tilted to the side of its own accord. I blinked and called Mr. Taeseon again.

“…Yes.”

“Please touch me more… down there….”

Then, instead of taking his hand back there, he cupped both of my cheeks and spoke.

“I can’t, Inyoung.”

“…Ah.”

Only after seeing his face, which looked extremely troubled, did I remember. Not much time had passed since the miscarriage. I had been told to be careful for a few months, and they said those few months could become a year depending on my physical condition.

My physical condition could not be called good….

“…Lay down.”

When I stayed still, Mr. Taeseon laid me down on the sofa and slid his hand inside my pants. I flinched for a second, but he slowly pulled off my pants and underwear and moved down toward my legs. My hips were lifted in an instant.

“Taeseon… ah, at, hng!”

The tip of his tongue touched my bottom without hesitation. That place, already squelching and wet, began to throb as if it had been waiting for the tongue to arrive. Mr. Taeseon licked and sucked my lower half exactly the way I had grown accustomed to, while holding my member with his hand.

“Nn, nng, wa, wait, hng, Mr. Taeseon, ah!”

Graphic wet sounds echoed, and as excitement spread through my entire body, I trembled while frozen stiff. Mr. Taeseon held both of my thighs and kept my legs spread while pleasuring my lower half with his lips and tongue.

I felt his saliva mixing with the lubrication flowing from inside me. My whole body jumped sensitively with flinch after flinch.

“Aah, at, ah…! Hng, euk!”

I brought both hands to my mouth, but I didn’t block it. Because I know that if I do, Mr. Taeseon acts even more persistently to draw out my groans.

Between my shuddering body, my muddled mind, and drifting in intense excitement, my body reached its limit. I reached a climax while groaning shamefully high. The liquid that burst out with a “Splat” poured onto the inside of my thighs and Mr. Taeseon’s face.

“Heueue, eu….”

I was limp, unable to escape the lingering afterglow of the excitement, when Mr. Taeseon raised his head from between my legs. His cheeks and lips were drenched with the liquid I had poured out.

“Ta, Mr. Taeseon…. Your face….”

As if it were no big deal, he wiped the squelching liquid away with the back of his uninjured hand and stood up from the sofa.