Writings are almost exclusively for kpop girl groups! Might try something new every once in a while though
I try my best to be open to all kinds of writing, that being said, limitations still exist. Including, but not limited to : incest, yaoi, scat, piss, bestiality, necrophilia
Strictly no minors for smut! (minors are those below 18 of international age, not the korean system)
Zero AI usage, please support and respect human writers! (and every other kind of artists too, for that matter)
I don't take requests, but any ideas are always welcome! Feel free to share it with me
That's pretty much it, enjoy your journey from here on out!
aespa
Supernova - Winter
Fusion Ignition - Winter
A Better Relationship - Ningning
BABYMONSTER
Hide and Seek - Asa
Hearts2Hearts
The Glowy Hole - Jiwoo
Selamat(,) Tinggal(?) - Carmen
IVE
They Are Watching - Wonyoung (experimental)
Still brainrotted, but still cute - Rei
KiiiKiii
Miraculous Delusion - Jiyu & Haum
Fantastical Destiny - Jiyu
LE SSERAFIM
Curiosity Killed the Cat - Eunchae
LOONA
Anastasis - Jinsoul ft Chuu (experimental)
MEOVV
Who Are You? - Sooin
Meddling - Anna
NMIXX
The Ghost of You - Sullyoon
Silly! - Lily (a continuation of The Ghost of You)
special shoutout to @dotoliwrites & @octoberautumnbox for betareading this! check out their works to see a masterclass in writings! also a much-needed mention for @erospandemos enjoy the Jiyu birthday! <3
When was the last time you looked in the mirror?
Such is the question wandering around Jiyu’s head. For it’s been a long, long while since the last time she did.
An elf doesn’t forget, and she couldn’t stress enough how much she wishes they would.
You overheard your mom’s prayers in the middle of the night. Your cheeks felt warm, and soon after it felt wet too.
~
“I wish he was never born.”
.
Living with your mom should be enough. You only have each other. A good son would have to be able to persist, to live strongly, to pay back all the good deeds your mom has ever done to you.
Good deeds. Breakfast, mostly consisting of cheap spaghetti and salt. Dinner, still spaghetti and salt. Sleep? You’d be lucky if your mom didn’t call you to her room. Extinguish her half consumed cigarettes on your back. Throw the cans of beers right onto your head. Smash your shins with the handle of the broom. Study. School? You only ever learn by overhearing the kids next door working and mumbling through their homeworks.
You still considered your mom as the kindest person ever. She still tended to your needs, even after everything she’s done in between. She provided a house, a bed, foods. That’s what’s called being responsible, right?
.
“Why did you leave me?!”
Why indeed. Why would father leave her alone? Why would he leave you in her care? You would never know. After all, what even is the point of having a father? Your mom is all you ever need to live.
.
“Take off your pants.”
“Yes, mom,” you obliged. Reluctant, hesitant, but never defiant.
It’s a ritual, she once said. To strengthen our bond. You nod. You could never remember what happened in those nights.
.
“I finally got myself a boyfriend! I will get rid of him tonight. Thank you, Lord!”
What was she even saying? A boyfriend? But she always said she hated dad. Mom always said she would never, ever have another dad. Weren’t you enough? She always said you were the perfect companion. A friend. A partner. Get rid of him. By him, did she mean…you?
The door to your room slammed open that night.
You weren’t there.
You weren’t everywhere.
=
“Neighh! Neighhh!”
Laughters. The two girls laughed in front of the mirror.
“That’s not how unicorns sound, stupid Haum!”
“Eh? Have you even seen one? I have!”
“Where?”
“In my dreams! Bweh~”
“Stupid Haum!”
“Stupider Jiyu~~”
Crash!
“Whoah!” the girls scream in unison. A boy suddenly came rushing through the front door of their house.
“Hel-help, help! My mom-she-she’s trying to kill me!”
What? The initial reaction is silence. Confusion. A complete stranger just broke through the door. Now he’s saying something taboo so very casually? Well, not casually per se. He was gasping, his face as pale as the sea of Banyu. He wasn’t lying. But, to say that his mom was going to kill him?
Jiyu decides to kneel forward. She’s trying to hold his shoulder as gently as possible. He still jumps at contact.
“W-what? Whe-where am I? I was just running through the forest…, and-and…, this was the first house that I see…,” you still gasp. You’ve run for so long, so far. Your throat can no longer lubricate itself. The sweats on your body have completely dried out. You pass out seconds after.
Thud.
“Akh!” the girls still standing are screaming.
“Haum! Go get the guy water, or something. Hurry! I can feel his soul trying to escape the body!”
“O-okay, okay! Hang on!” Haum rushes to the water source just at the back of the house. She pulls out the leaf of the Kelor around this small fountain. Holding just enough water to–hopefully–bring you back.
Jiyu doesn’t stay still. She quickly lifts your body and takes you to the bed. She puts you on the cushioning layers of animal hides. Your body is sizzling hot to her touch. She leaves you there, going to the kitchen to conjure up a special mixture of herbs to bring your temperature down. She’s really quick with her hands.
“Here!” Haum hands Jiyu the bowled leaf, full of fresh water.
“Give me a hand?” Jiyu carefully lifts your head up, then rests it on her raised thigh. She’s kneeling beside your unconscious body.
Haum quickly responds. She brings the leaf closer to your mouth, nudging your stiff chapped lips slightly open. The water trickles down, you gulp instinctively.
“There, there,” Jiyu points her mouth to where the special mixture is placed. “It should help, the Jamu will stabilize his body.”
Haum nods and does exactly what she did before, just with Jamu instead of fresh water this time.
And work it really does. Your breath calms down almost immediately as your dangerously high fever cools down. Jiyu puts your head slowly back down and leaves you to lay there in peace.
“Phew!” Jiyu wipes her forehead upon leaving the room.
“What even was that?! I thought unicorn was something, but this? This is a whole new world!” Haum excitedly exclaims.
Jiyu looks up at her–Haum is slightly taller, a fact Jiyu will never be able to live down. “Don’t treat her like some kind of an exotic creature. That’s not polite.”
Haum shrugs. “Welp. He broke into our house. Don’t know which one is worse at this point.”
“You know what, that’s a fair point.”
=
It’s been a week. Maybe. You’re not entirely sure. Actually, you’re not even sure if this entire ordeal is real or no deal. You just remembered feelings. Anguish. Dread. Exhaustion.
All of a sudden you’re here. Inside this really weird shaped house. Being taken care of by two divinely pretty girls. Come to think of it, you haven’t even talked to them at all–you did, you forgot those, you were messed up then anyways.
“H-hello-”
“Oh, hi! Are you feeling well already?” Jiyu answers attentively. She’s initially just standing in the room, looking into the mirror–specifically, at your reflection. Her eyes catch yours when you open your mouth. She turns around to face you, face all bright and sparkly. This is the first time you open your mouth for reasons other than eating and drinking.
“Yeah…, those bitter liquids…, I feel like they help a lot. Still very bitter though.”
She chuckles. “Yeah, I know right? Those are called Jamu, they’re good for you! Even if the taste isn’t,” she’s sitting on the edge of this…bed…? It feels very primitive. Seeing that it’s made up of nothing but woods and mixture of animal skins and furs.
“Yeah. Uhm, thanks. Y-you’re so kind.”
Jiyu closes the distance. Very quickly at that. This was something you realised ever since you gained consciousness. She moves like the air itself, light, swift, weightless. This is one of those examples, by the time you know it her hand is already on your shoulder. “You’re very welco-”
You hurriedly back away. Dragging the sheets of animal fur with you. Your heart is palpitating. Hands gripping the sheets tight. Your eyes blink rapidly, without you realizing. You look at her like she’s holding a knife pointed right at your face.
“I’m sorry. I, uh,” she retracts her hand awkwardly. “It seems like you still need some time. Well, if you ever need help, just call my name okay?” her voice is naturally high pitched, but it sounds gentle and caring. She backs away and stands by the bed, just as swiftly as always, before leaving the room.
Your breath is stuck at the upper part of your throat. You know she doesn’t mean any harm. Your body just does these things involuntarily, ever since you left that place. Actually, you don’t even know whether or not your body has been doing this for as long as you can remember. Which is the main issue for now, you can’t remember shit.
Just a memory of someone threatening you, apparently a female. Mom. Do you even have a mom? You’re not sure, but this exact figure is super vicious, scary, everything regarding her is just so bad. Then you remember being exhausted to the point of almost dying, before you came here. That’s it, anything else is just a hazy memory.
.
“So, how was he?” Haum asks. Her hands are muddied. She just tended the garden.
“He finally speaks.”
“Well that’s good then! How about we-”
“Still terrified of us. Like, he’s looking at me like I’m something really, really bad. I don’t think there’s much we can do for now,” Jiyu sighs. Her position shifted from just in front of Haum to now sitting on the chair behind. A chair made entirely of solid dirt and pebbles.
Haum sways her hand, pointing sideways. The chair Jiyu is sitting on is extended just enough to fit two people. She crashes her ass down; “Huft! Well, at the very least you’ve introduced yourself, right?”
Jiyu exaggeratingly facepalms herself. The air around the room breezes upwards in accordance. “I haven’t!”
=
Weeks gone by. You have now understood that this isn’t the world of humans. It’s unclear what it is, at first. But you slowly start to pick things up.
The residents of the house, the two beautiful girls–can you even call them girls?--named Jiyu and Haum are creatures that utilise the energy around them for everything they do. Elves, they told you, when you mumbled about it on the bed. Jiyu uses the energy of air, which explains her tendency to move really quick. Haum on the other hand uses earth, which explains the frequent vibrations in and or around the house–you genuinely thought they were earthquakes at first. She’s way stronger than she appears.
“Morning!” Jiyu greets. She’s floating in the air in the backyards. “Ah, do you wanna try? Here, hold my hand!”
You politely decline. Yes. You have progressed to explore the world outside the room now. This house is way larger than what you’re familiar with.
“Aw cmon, how many times do I have to tell you that I won’t bring you any-” Jiyu pushes the air below her, blowing into the fountain and redirecting the air right onto your face; “-harm!”
The water is wet in this world–duh.
Your hand fidgets around your waist. You’re soaked. Jiyu is laughing now with her belly pointed up, she's curling up in laughter. You’re not sure what to do. So, in the midst of confusion, you dig up a handful of dirt and throw it to her. It lands right onto her face.
The laughter stopped. Jiyu freezes up–still in air. Then, in one swift motion, she’s floating right in front of your face. Her slender finger, the index, is tapping your nose. “Now up!”
You scream. You’re fucking flying. How can you not scream?
Jiyu’s laughter is back with double the intensity. You’re finally floating with her.
You spend the whole afternoon in the air. Floating around. Screaming around. Playing around. It was an afternoon well spent.
“O-okay Jiyu, n-now is really the time to go back to the ground…I’m…hungry…?”
Jiyu chuckles at your pathetic attempt to lie, though she does let you go down. In air, she’s lying down while resting her chin on both of her palms. Her legs are folded, her soles swaying around similar to how a duck moves. “So, how was that?”
It was an unknown variable. To try out flying, of all things. But the fact that you didn’t feel hurt anywhere, whether physically and mentally, could only mean that you actually had some fun, right? Jiyu has done nothing but good deeds.
“T-thanks. What do I need to do i-in return, Jiyu?”
Jiyu’s wide smile loosens. Her facial muscles are tightening in response. She’s landing gracefully. “Hey, you don’t need to do anything. We just had fun. Together. Us. Okay?” she’s considering gently patting your shoulder, but decided against it.
Your jaw trembles. That doesn’t feel right at all.
“B-but, I have to repay any good deeds I get! O-or, or else-”
You feel something touching your cheek. It feels feathery. Like falling into a sea of pillows. It’s warm, comforting, it’s everything you’re expecting a touch from someone would be. For the first time since you got here, Jiyu braved herself to touch you, on your cheek of all places. Weirdly enough, you have no intention to shy away from it.
“If you insist, let’s eat dinner together. Is that okay?” Jiyu’s voice is a warm soothing wave crashing into every ending of your nerves.
You’re not entirely sure of it, but for the first time in your life, you feel like it’s really okay to just be.
“Did you guys have fuuunnnnn??? I brought mushroommsssss from the jungiesss~~” it’s Haum. She sounds elevated—zoomies exists here.
Jiyu instantly withdraws her hand the moment she hears Haum. Her cheeks are slowly filled with life as she throws her face aside.
=
Months into this life in the new realm. It is very similar to the environment you lived in before. Same reds. Same greens. Same blues. Everything looks the part, except for the fact that everything is bigger here.
You’re outside, floating beside Jiyu, waiting for a flying creature to pass by. The familiar term for this is hunting, but Jiyu insists on calling it an act of maintaining the balance of nature. Quite a roundabout way of spelling hunting, but you shrug.
“Have you ever done this before?” Jiyu whispers. Her eyes are focused on the sky.
“Hunting-” Jiyu cuts you off with a sharp stare. “I mean, maintaining balance? No, not really.”
Jiyu looks proud of herself, high smile and all. “Well, you’ll learn from the best,” she points at herself, displaying a cocky smirk. Chin pointing high up. Her chest is puffing up. What a cute elf. Wait, cute?
Then, a thundering sound is heard. It sounds like a clap, almost. A clap that cuts through the air, a cannon. This clap can be heard multiple times. And it gets louder with each repetition. Whatever it is, it’s huge. And approaching fast.
You look at Jiyu. Your face is all scrunched up. This is dangerous, right? What if the creature is overly aggressive? Based on the sound you already know it’s gonna be massive. Your brain is running on nothing but negative thoughts. On the contrary, Jiyu looks thrilled. Wide smile. Bright eyes. Her most excited face so far. She’s making multiple hand signs–no, it’s not a Rasengan–as the sound gets closer and closer.
“It’s here! The Elang!” she says, all smiles.
What you see next, however, isn’t something exactly fitting to be smiling at. It is a creature, and it is flying, but you cannot comprehend one thing; the sheer size of it. It’s a floating goliath. Its wingspan is as big as a damn schoolbus, if not more. The body is feathery, and the head has a pair of beaks, instead of horrifyingly sharp teeth–thank God. But then you see the claws, they’re the size of a small moped, each. You take cover behind Jiyu’s back. You’re not sure why, but the air behind her feels way more intimidating than the literal monster closing its distance.
“Here goes nothing,” Jiyu stretches her neck, turning her head left and right, before jumping ahead. Her hands are vibrating. No, the air around them is. Her fingers are all straightened up, like a blade almost. As she’s getting further from where you’re at, the air around her hands are vibrating more and more, making it look thicker and sharper. “Hey!”
Slash!
That’s it. That’s all you hear before this flying behemoth suddenly stops in its tracks. It doesn’t even have the chance to screech. It doesn’t even seem to realize that its head is slowly separating from the body, with Jiyu floating closely underneath its neck. Wow.
“Hup!” Jiyu claps her hand, the thick air around it instantly disperse. She keeps her hand together though, seemingly charging the air. Then, she motions her hands down and up. The creature, that was starting to fall, is held on by the invisible force.
Jiyu gives you a thumbs up. “It’s done!” she says, all smiles. Like she didn’t just kill a monster without breaking so much of a sweat.
You can’t close your mouth, the same applies with your eyes. You’re not sure whether it’s fear or astonishment. Probably both. However, seeing Jiyu so cheerful like that you can’t help but follow the excitement. You clap for her. Then she’s waving you over, bringing you closer with a gentle push from behind your back.
“Uhm, do we, uh, what do we do with… this?” you point to the lifeless body of the creature towering above the two of you.
“We eat them, of course. But this doesn’t belong to just us! We will share the meat with the other house, and the animals around. And the carcass will be the food for the jungle! Haum will take care of that. Now, to cut them evenly~”
Jiyu does the hand signs again, before the vibrating air appears around her hands. The invisible blade cuts through the meat and bones effortlessly. It takes no more than 10 minutes to split the creature evenly in 10 portions. She separates the remains and lets it fall slowly onto the jungle below. You can only watch with your hands folded and your legs curled up. You would consider throwing up at the gruesome scene playing right in front of your face, but Jiyu’s surgical cuts and her seriousness negates it. Instead you’re left with an open mouth and an open mind. She really is cute.
“So, do you wanna come with me delivering these to the other house?” Jiyu asks after clapping her hands.
You shake your head right after she says that. Not because you don’t want to, but because your thoughts get really far, really fast. One second you're thinking she’s cute. The next you’re thinking of having a happy family with her as the center of your everything. The audacity. What do you even have to offer? You can’t even kill a monster by yourself. Escaping one is your only achievement–barely.
“Uh, no! I mean, sure! Haha…”
You glide alongside her to a place further than ever. The landscape slowly changes. What was first a sea of thick-dense forest has now changed into that of literal sea. You are traveling along the skirt of the ocean. The sea breeze, the sound of the waves, the unique smell, are all something you have never experienced before. It is soothing your nerves–ones that are completely overwhelmed by the fact that you are traveling in flight mode with nothing but a thin veil of air for protection.
“This is Banyu!” she shouts. Barely audible. “We could search for animals here, but the one who protects it is rather annoying, and don’t get me started on her companion. Tch.”
You completely missed that one. Probably not important. You instead focus more on the jumping fishes below, seemingly greeting your presence. Those fishes are hella big.
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“And we’re here.”
You nod. In front of you is a house right by the end of the cliff, on the edge of the beach. It looks just as big as the one where Jiyu and Haum live.
You land with a thud, while Jiyu’s is smoothly silent. “This is the house of fire and water.” she exclaims with an uncharacteristically flat voice. Upon second look, the house does look darker than hers–aura wise.
Jiyu knocks on the door. Three times, before an answer comes up.
Click.
The door opens. Two girls are behind it. Dark hair, and an even darker stare. Both of them are taller than Jiyu and Haum.
“Ssup,” one waves, it’s the tallest girl. The shorter one only greets you both with a chin-up.
“I got Elang meat. Here. About three months worth of supplies, more or less. Is my cured meat ready to pick up?”
“Oh yeah, come in. Let me pick it up for you.
Wait, Jiyu only, not that,” the taller girl points at you.
“Watch your mouth Sui.”
The mocking girl, apparently named Sui, faux a smile. “What? Jiyu.”
“This, here, is not that! He’s a friend!”
“Hah! A friend you say. If he’s really just a friend then why do you tend to him this much? Hm? You think we wouldn’t know?”
You can feel Sui literally heats up. Even though you are standing quite a distance away from the door, the heat emanating from her body is felt. Clearly she doesn’t want you in the perimeter. First it was a tickle, gentle poke of heat here and there. But then it escalates into a smothering ropes of fervor. The heat is so intense you can feel yourself almost getting a heatstroke. It doesn’t get better that the air around you feels a lot thinner than it initially is, as if all the oxygen is being sucked up to a point somewhere. Your head is getting lighter as your knees start to sway.
“Sui. That’s enough.”
“Shut up Leesol! Jiyu is the one at fault here!”
Leesol, the shorter girl, grabs Sui on the shoulder. The exact spot where she grabs her is steaming. An evaporation, if you remember the term correctly. The heat around you instantly cools down. You can breathe again. Then you look at Jiyu on your side, her hand is already forming the blade sign.
“Jiyu, it’s okay. I don’t really mind this at all, alright? Please don’t get hurt because of me,” you struggle to form sentences. Sweating all over the place.
Hearing that, her invisible blade dissipates. She huffs to the side of the ocean, it creates a strong gust of wind. “Relax. I won’t lose to her.”
“Jiyu, that’s not what I meant,” you grab her by the arm. You know there’s something around it, but you won’t pussy out just because of that. You’d rather get hurt yourself than seeing her fight for your sake. The air surrounding her cuts your hand, unintentionally. “Grrh!”
“No!” her air dissipates in an instant. Jiyu approaches. Her eyebrows furrow, her eyes are full of regret. You instantly back away. “N-no, sorry. I didn’t mean to do that…,” tears well up in the corner of her eyes.
She is crazy powerful. That’s a fact you can never forget. But, strangely, even though you are a bit terrified at the moment, the thought of her being angry at you still doesn’t get you in the slightest. If anything, you pity her right now.
“Ha! See? Just a friend you said? Then why don’t you accidentally cut his arm clean off!”
“Sui!” Leesol grabs Sui’s shoulder tighter. You can feel apprehension in her voice.
Jiyu grits her teeth. Her fists clench so hard it turns red. Is that blood dripping through her fingers? In a move you can never expect, she punches the air to the direction of their house. The boom is loud, so loud in fact, that you didn’t notice that Jiyu is screaming her heart out in front of you. A flurry of storm-like air blasts in the direction of her punch. Then you see the point of attack. There’s a thick wall of water shielding it.
Behind the water you can see Leesol is putting her arms up. Her entire person becomes a body of water. Beside her, you can also see Sui’s entire body enveloped in flames. The two have similarly turned themselves into an embodiment of their power. The ocean roars. Sending terrifying ripples of waves to the rocky cliff. Even through all the rough winds and splashes of water, you can still feel the air literally heats up. The situation is pretty similar to how it would feel to stand inside of a tornado. It’s fucking scary.
Your breath is halted. Your saliva is stuck in your throat. The impact from the heat before is still hindering your ability to speak normally, let alone scream, but you fight through it. It should be infinitely easier than watching them fight right here right now. “J-Jiyu!” you grab her shoulders once again, now also leaning into her. Your forehead touches hers.
Jiyu looks up at you. Her eyes are sparkling with a green hue, almost glowing. You haven’t considered it up until this point, but her tensed cheek, her gritting teeth, and her deep stare. Jiyu looks like she’s desperate for someone. Your hands move upwards to grasp her jaw.
“Let’s go home,” you give her a smile. Earnest and hopeful.
A gulp. You can see her eyes sparkle. She silently nods. A single tear leaves the corner of her eye. The attacks stop. Much to your obliviousness, the sky that was dark before brightens up once again. She brings her fists down. Her tight jaw slackens, as is her shoulders. She’s calmed down.
The heavy atmosphere surrounding the area also gets lighter. As the sky gets bright, the wall of water slowly disappears. The raging noise of turbulent water slows down. The hot and uncomfortable air is getting cooler. The literal heat you can feel staring and burning into your body is gone.
You brave yourself to look at the house. Sui and Leesol are no longer enveloped in their element. Sui folds her hands, looking to her side—the one without Leesol in her view—with pouting lips and furrowing eyebrows. She looks incredibly annoyed. Leesol beside her shakes her head and release her grip from Sui’s shoulder. She then walks up towards the two of you.
“Hey, Jiyu. Sorry about that okay? Just hang on a second I’ll bring your cured meat,” Leesol calms her down. She then looks at you with an apologetic pair of eyes. She bows a little, too, which is a surprise to both you and Jiyu. Leesol returns inside after you bow back. No more than 10 minutes later she’s back bringing heaps of supposedly cured meat. You can no longer see Sui around.
“Here you go, should be enough for five years or so,” then she leans in forward. “And if you all have it in you, please forgive Sui as well. The girl can be really fiery sometimes. Because, well, you know, fire,” Leesol gives you two a wink.
Jiyu weakly turns her head towards the house. Gives Leesol a nod. It is indeed a lot of processed meat, probably equal to two or three portions of the raw Elang meat she brings.
No further conversation is made after the exchange. Jiyu gives them more than enough raw meat, before taking off with all the cured meat behind her. It goes without saying that you’re following her flight by the side. Jiyu stayed silent for the whole trip, even after we reached home.
“Welcome~” Haum opens the door to see Jiyu in a somber expression just walks past her. She doesn’t look as puzzled though, when she sees the state you’re in. “Come in.”
Right when you pass her, Haum stops you in your tracks. “Come with me tomorrow,” she whispers.
=
You and Haum walk through the jungle. It is her duty to take care of yesterday's remains. Unlike Jiyu–and probably the other power wielders–Haum doesn’t really have a method to travel fast. Walking to yesterday’s spot will take us about four hours.
Similar to Jiyu's manner yesterday, Haum doesn’t really speak much, if at all. You don’t try to conjure up a conversation either. Four hours felt like two days. You notice that your steps are way lighter in this realm. Or is it the residue from Jiyu’s power?
“Hey,” Haum strikes something up, finally.
You are already near the spot. The carcass is visible to the naked eyes. The smell is starting to get bad. “Yeah?”
“Brace yourself,”
“Wha-” then a hit. You bounce off the ground, flying several meters back. Haum’s hand is forming a fist towards where you were standing. You’d expect to get hurt, badly. Like several broken bones level of hurt. To your surprise, it doesn’t. It felt like the punch was cushioned, and so was your fall.
“Hah. So it is true,” she sighs. Then jumps towards you–she leaps like a leopard.
You wince, instinctively backing away. With those predator eyes she has, who wouldn’t?
Haum just laughs at it. “Relax, I won’t do anything more. She would kill me herself if she found out I hurt you. Here,” she lends you a hand.
You grab it in confusion. Still without a word.
“You notice it too, right? Don’t play dumb or else I will punch you for real this time.”
“N-no-I mean! Yes! Yes I do. No, please don’t punch me,” you raise your hands in surrender.
She chuckles. “Haaah…Jiyu likes you,” her voice low and sorry.
“...”
Haum looks up, staring at your face. “Do you not understand?”
You’d honestly prefer lying to her. To say something like ‘I do’. But you don’t, you can’t. Not when you truly don’t know what it even means to like someone. “N-no. I-I don’t know, I just, I don’t meet that many people. My world was limited to only…, one person before. I, respectfully, really don’t know what it is like to like people. But I do feel comfortable around Jiyu.”
“Yeah that’s called liking someone, asshole-” mean words, but her voice is soft and polite. “-You see, in this world, liking, loving someone is a taboo. Something we don’t normally do. Ever.”
“W-wait, I thought Jiyu and you are lovers?”
A laugh breaks through her mouth. It is quite hysterical, to the point of her bowing down holding her stomach because of it. “Seriously? Do we even look like that?”
“I mean, you two live in the same house…”
“Just because of that?” she laughs still, just not as hard. “Hah, oh well, I don’t really know the rules in your world, but no. We aren’t lovers okay? We came in pairs. Born in the same place. That house,” she wipes the tears from her eyes.
You frown. “Born? So your parents are?”
“Mother Earth, or Biyung, in our language. You see, we elves are an extension of our respective element. I’m sure you already know at this point, but Jiyu is air, I’m holding earth, and the two girls you met yesterday are fire and water. We keep the balance of our world, until it’s time for someone to take over. Well, I mean, we’re not the only ones per se, there are lots and lots of element wielders spread across this realm and us four just happen to be the strongest for now.”
You open your ears wide and keep your mouth shut tight.
“Don’t fret though, we still have like, around 5000 years more to live, before the change happens again. We’re still below our 500, so still young, one might say. The problem is, we can only live so long because we have no need to love. You see, loving someone means sacrificing our power.
Now, do you see why it’s taboo? For us specifically, loving means we will share our power with the partner. A shared power means a weaker one. A weak power means a weak link in the chain of the world's balance. A weak balance, well, to put it simply, means a fucked up earth. Every earth.
It happens before, exactly once, this phenomenon of love. It was a couple we refer to as Annyeongz. The curse of it-”
“Curse?” you can’t hold it back. Cutting her mid sentence.
She laughs, a somber one. “Yes. Curse. Like I said, love drains our power. So the lovers will be forced to return their power back to Biyung. In other words, to die an untimely death.
Because, once we fall in love, we love forever.”
A silence. Haum’s face is filled with an emotion so complex you can’t quite get a grasp on it. Grief being the biggest, presumably. Her eyes keep staring at the ground.
“You see, Jiyu is a good elf. I like her, as a sister, but yeah. If she already fell to it, to you, then I guess there’s nothing I can do,” Haum rubs her eyes with her forearms.
“Wait, you said love drains your power, right?”
She nods.
“So it doesn’t happen in an instant?”
She shakes her head.
“In that case, you’re in luck,” you sigh in relief.
“I can only live to, I dunno, 70, on average,” your lips curve in satisfaction.
Haum on the other hand, is looking at you with a grief way deeper than before.
=
It’s been five years in the realm. You slowly start to get better and better at controlling air.
“Now straighten your hands! Keep it tight on your sides!” she yells at you mid flight, before flying at a speed you can only guess is faster than a commercial plane.
You did what she told you to. But bravery is one factor making all the difference, you couldn’t catch up to her.
“Waah, you arrive about 15 minutes later than I do, hmmmm.”
You land on the colorful hill. It is a flower field right on the edge of a cliff. Quite the scenic place she’s chosen for the fly training this day. A loud blow is audible once your feet touch the ground, you are nowhere near Jiyu’s level of smoothness and mastery.
Jiyu laughs. A crisp laugh full of freedom. It’s the way her head tilts slightly up, her eyes shut tightly, her teeth showing, and her nose slightly scrunched up. So this is what it means to fall in love. You still don’t understand how such a beautiful thing could be considered as a curse.
You sit beside her standing self. Even in your sitting position she’s still about three apples tall. “That was scary.”
She looks down, still between the laughs. “What is?”
“You’re going so fast!”
“That was not my full speed you know~”
“I know,” you let your body fall on the soft grass. Thud. “Oof. Hm,” your hand reaches the clear blue sky. “I wonder how do you feel the first time you fly,”
She sits her body down right beside you. Looking up towards the same view you currently indulge in. “I remember it like it was yesterday.”
You turn your gaze towards her. Her neck-length hair flows and twirls to the motion of the wind. Her skin is so smooth you could’ve swear you almost mistook it for the sky itself.
“It was…scary.”
“Wait so you can get scared as well?!” you feel an elbow poking at your stomach. Aw!
“Of course I do! I still have feelings like all elves do! How about you?” suddenly she drops her body on yours. She’s laying herself on top of your chest, her hands folded between it and her chin. “Do you remember the first time getting scared?”
Remember. Remember. A flash of unpleasant imagery comes to mind. A woman. A bleak and dirty bedroom. A scene of-
Your body jolts forward. Your heart is palpitating. There are cold sweats all over your body. Your hands instinctively cover your suddenly aching stomach.
Jiyu, surprised by the sudden movements, is watching you in silence. It’s been five years. Your wound hasn’t healed. She touches your shoulder as gently as she can. You look over it. Jiyu offers you a home. You drop your head onto her shoulder. She feels nice. Peaceful.
She’s cradling you like how a mother carries their firstborn–supposedly. “I’m sorry.”
A stream of warm tears flows through her body. You feel freedom whenever Jiyu is around. She brings you safety, comfort, everything you could only dream of before. You let yourself cry the scars away.
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“Feeling better?”
“Yeah…thanks.”
“No problem.”
A question pops in your head. You raise your head to see her eye to eye. Your face is no more than a palm away from hers. “Why do you do this Jiyu?”
Rose slowly filled her cheeks. “W-why? I-I don’t know, I just want to keep seeing you happy. I-is that a good answer? I don’t really understand it myself, you see-”
“Jiyu.”
“Yeah!”
“I love you.”
You lean in. Closing the gap between her breaths and yours. Jiyu couldn’t believe what’s happening, her face flushed rose. You kiss her as softly, as gently as you can. You have no idea where you learned to kiss someone before, but you don’t mind. You shouldn’t. The most important thing is the girl in front of you. The one currently freezing in place, even though her body is heating up. Her small, shy lips are slightly open, unmoving. You guide her slowly through it. Her eyes slowly closed.
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You unlatch yourself from the comfort her soft lips bring. A string of drool is the only thing connecting our body. Quickly, you stand up and back away. You look at her for several seconds. Neither of you can make eye contact. Jiyu is sitting there dumbfounded. By comparison, she is still the brightest flower of them all.
In this haze, you fly away from the flowery field. You let your heart take your body away wherever it wants to. You cut through the air. Butterflies in your stomach. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling wide. A little giggle comes through every so often. Your mind feels clear. The thought of Jiyu makes you happy. Then you remember what she said. Straighten your hands and keep it tight. You do that. It makes you fly at a speed supposedly faster than a commercial plane.
=
A year later.
You’re in the kitchen. Cooking the last of the cured meat with a makeshift pasta out of the greens you find in the backyards. Jiyu and Haum like your cooking, and you never expect that you can cook at all. For the things you ate from the past have been nothing but canned foods. Is it curiosity? Is it bravery? Is it freedom? Or maybe even love? You’re not sure. One thing that is certain is both of the girls are waiting behind you with a grumbling stomach–and probably a drooling mouth!
You flip the food inside the clay pan. The meat is slowly regaining its moisture, the silky pasta is thickening, the slowly melting grated cheese. Also the green sauce to your left, waiting to be added to the warm everything. It does look appetizing.
“C’mooon hurry up!” Jiyu whines. She’s had the biggest appetite so far. That said, Haum to her left isn’t doing much better. Her mouth is closed, yes, but she cannot hide the way her throat repeatedly moves up and down due to her excessively salivating mouth.
“Here you go girls, enjoy~”
“Yeeyyyy!” Jiyu claps repeatedly, like a seal in a circus(authors note : do NOT support animal exploitation folks)
Haum awkwardly nods. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure.”
The three of you eat dinner happily.
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You taste her neck. Mmh. Smooches on the underside of her jaws. Mmffhh. Licks on the collarbone. She tastes divine. Your palm travels through her smooth surfaces, every single one of it. Rubbing her sides, and up. Your fingers meet her stiffening nipples, you pinch it. Ah! She squirms under your weight. Her back arches impossibly high, her chest heaves as the diaphragm touches your abs. Her legs are squeezing your waist, the warm feel of her soft inner thighs declares her feelings. Ngghh!
Then you stop. Raise your head up high, sitting straight below her crotch. Jiyu is profusely sweating. Her surfaces are all flushed. Her back crashes back down as you release the teasing. She’s writhing in heat.
“Please…,” a bite. Her own teeth against her bottom lips. Her eyes, hazy, high, desirous. Her legs spread wider. Blessing you with the view of her wet, smooth, glistening fold.
You stroke your shaft gently, pointing it to her entrance. Push a little, the head is breaching her tightness, ever so slowly. It stays, for now. You look up. Nghh! Jiyu is arching her back. A drop of sweat glides down her sweaty midriff. Her right hand is pinching her own nipple. Her left hand plays with the pink pearl below. She opens her hazy eyes, noticing your stare. Mmhm.
You push further. Your tip parts her damn tight walls. Her tightness is soaked, heavily, but it is exactly that, tight. You cannot go any further. The noise from her mouth is just moans and indescribable babbles. Your hand explores her sweaty core, rubbing it, worshipping her.
You go down. Nibble on her ear for a bit, then whisper. “Brace yourself honey.”
Pop!
A paused, guttural moan follows as you thrust your cock in the deepest point of her pussy. Her tightness is a borderline violence on your shaft, pushing it from every side as if to crush it. Your groan matches hers, though her neck is stretched far up, she’s facing up, digging the bed with her head. Both her hands are tightly gripping the sheet.
Your hips stay still, her hole you–fully–fill. You cradle her jaw, planting kisses left and right to her tensed facial muscles. Relax. You whisper right in front of her mouth. A kiss ensues. Sloppy from the get go, her tongue reacts. There’s still a fight in her, so you pull your hips, leaving only the tip in her narrow heat.
Plap!
Your hips meet hers, again, harder this time. Her mouth is wide open, even with your own guarding her from doing so. No voice lets out this time. You pull again.
Plap!
And again.
Plap!
Ooooghh! Well would you look at that, a new reaction. She can finally open her eyes. Her hands crash into your neck with an exaggerated speed. There’s a barrier of air vibrating around her fingers. You’re lucky you can control the air around you too somehow, as Jiyu is gripping your neck as tight–if not more–as her pussy is to your cock. She pulls you towards her, pushing you into her own neck. She squeals into your ear. Harder!
A rhythmical clapping sound emits. You fuck her steadily hard. Maintaining the pace to not explode quicker than you’d like. Kissing really helps, as it is the least stimulating in comparison to biting her neck or just looking at your girl in the heat of sex. All hands are on each other's neck. Cradling, squeezing, worshipping.
I’m close. You whisper to her ear, in between kisses to her lovely rosy cheek. Together! Jiyu moans.
Smacks, brutally hard. Squelches, incredibly arousing. You wrap your hand around her back, she does the same. Fuck! You scream, together.
Silence follows, both being forced as the two of you literally cannot make any noise. Both mouths open, subtle ahs, but nothing more. Spurts and spurts of thick whites shoot inside her. Excessive squirts sprays on your crotch. The bed is ruined.
Then the crash. The tension suddenly disappears. Both of you can no longer move a muscle. All spent, gasping on top of each other.
“That was awesome…” Jiyu utters weakly.
Your head is lying right by hers. You giggle. “Yeah. Hah.”
“We should do this more. I love it.”
You smile, seriously there’s no strength left to respond. She turns her head towards yours. Coincidentally, your forehead is right in front of her lips. Jiyu gives you a small loving peck.
“I love you.”
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The door to the bedroom opens only for Haum to see a pile of passed out naked bodies. “Whatthefuck!”
=
You slash through the massive piece of log in the forest. An attempt to make new furniture by yourself, with the guidance of Haum looking from afar.
“Is this enough?” you scream at her.
She leaps closer. “Huh. No. You have to cut cleaner, more precise. Cmon, you can do better than this, surely. Considering how you cut through Jiyu’s pussy like that.”
“Goddammit Haum it’s been years and you’re still hung up on that? Listen, I’m sorry okay? Not like I intentionally forgot to lock the door for you to see us like that. Would you please forget it…”
“Brother. Believe me. I would do anything to be able to forget that,” she pinches the bridge of her nose. “Alright, alright sorry for bringing that up. Anyway, let’s go through another piece. You’re already doing good actually, the next one should be perfect.”
“Okay, phew!” you stretch your arm out.
“Wait, your nose.”
“Hm? What about it?”
“It’s bleeding…”
Your vision blurs. Haum splits into multiple people. It looks like she’s worried about you, why is she reaching out anyways? Huh, you can’t hear anything she says. Your ear is ringing. Your head feels like it just spins itself three times in a row. Your body is heavy. And all of a sudden everything goes black.
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You slowly open your eyes as you feel the warmth of the sun lights up the room. There’s something, someone, weighing the left side of your body. As your vision gets clearer, you look down. Jiyu is sleeping on you. Her head is on your stomach. She’s not fully leaning down on you though, as you feel your hand can still move unobstructed. Her air helps fill out the miniscule space in between, her hair flowing freely to the shape of her face. You swipe the strands of her hair to see her sleeping face beneath. You would never know otherwise, that the sight of someone sleeping could be this ethereal. Your fingers swipe her forehead, it’s a bit damp. Then your thumb sweeps across the corner of her eyes, it’s also damp, and crinkled up a bit. She opens her eyes slightly as she notices the touch on her face.
“Hey cutie,” you palm her cheek as she opens her eyes fully.
All of a sudden you feel her arm around your head. Your face nuzzled up against her shoulder. She feels as comfortable as ever. You can hear her sobbing, then warm tears falling on your shoulder. You hug her back, gently rubbing the back of her head. Hoping to provide her the same amount of comfort she always gives you. Then you hear the door creaking open, Haum enters with a hand covering her mouth. Her eyes aren’t as sharp as usual. She walks up towards the bed to hug the two of you.
“H-hey, guys. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I like being hugged. But what is it? Why are you all acting like I’m dying or something? Ahaha.”
“You’re out cold for two weeks straight,” Haum says. You can’t see her face, but her voice sounds like she’s holding back tears herself.
Two weeks straight. What the hell? You don’t even feel like you’re tired back then. Just that Haum told you about the nosebleed. That’s all. What does this even mean? Is it because you’re a human? Is this the limit of your body? Can you even blame yourself for using the power Jiyu blessed on you?
“It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m probably just tired,” you exclaim. Sighing after. A weak curve of your lips shows. Your eyebrows drop down as the muscles in your forehead tightens. Your words leave an uncomfortable sensation in your mouth. You’re never a good liar.
=
You’re not sure how many years have passed. Your hair has turned white. Your body feels sluggishly weak. You’re nothing but skin coated bones now. You can barely walk out the room nowadays, and Jiyu has been tending you for the past five years or so. Her looks, on the contrary, hasn’t changed one bit.
You see her entering the room. Flashing you a smile. It’s fake, you know it. You know that once she’s out, right after she closes the door, she would break down right then and there. She would usually cry her eyes out right beyond the door. To the point of no tears are left for her to cry any more. You know it. For her eyes have been swollen to the point of no return.
“Morning,” she greets. Her lips subtly quiver. Her voice trembles in desperation, but she’s masking it with a smile. It doesn’t really help in hiding her sorrow whatsoever. You respond with a smile, an immediate cough follows. It hurts to even move your lips.
She’s immediately giving you the Jamu in her hands. The one she’s been giving you for the past…you’re not sure. It’s been so long. The bitter taste doesn’t even faze you anymore. It does the job though, you feel better right after the liquid traverses through your fragile throat. A surge of strength comes in, you can somehow feel like this would be the last of it.
“Jiyu,” your weak hand grabs hers. “Can you take me to the flower field on that cliff?”
She nods. She doesn’t even ask you where it might be. She instantly knows what you mean. With one flick of her hand, you’re floating. The sheet and the blanket wrap around your body, tight, leaving only your face visible. Jiyu exits the room with your wrapped body floating in her trail. Haum sees her, she was about to ask, but decided against it when she noticed the way Jiyu bites her own bottom lips so hard it bleeds. Jiyu’s jaws tremble, no, her whole body is trembling. Her fists clenched up. Her shoulders tensed just as much. Her head is looking down, so much so that her spine is visible through the back of her stretched neck. With the last of her attempts of suppressing a cry, she flies away. Leaving Haum alone.
You can feel the wind gently rubbing your face as you fly to that place. It feels nostalgic. You remember everything. Your first time floating in the air, Jiyu was there. Your first time doing the act of maintaining balance, Jiyu was there. Your first time seeing Jiyu genuinely angry, you were there. The first time learning to fly, Jiyu was there. She was always there, by your side. Even now, when you can no longer do anything by yourself, Jiyu is still there. You feel your cheeks warm up as your tears break out from the corner of your eyes. Jiyu is always there, but you can’t always be.
You arrive. You notice when the cloud stops moving and her face shows up. Jiyu brings you closer as she lands on the ground beneath. She opens the layers covering your body. She sits on top of her folded legs and puts you right on top of her laps. Jiyu gently strokes your hair. The smell of flowers, the colorful sight, the beautiful sky above, and the pretty girl looking at you from above, you remember. The same flower you were once sitting on top of, the same colorful scene you were once enjoying while you fly yourself, the beautiful sky you once had no trouble reaching. This is the same place you confessed your feelings to her. The same place you once shared your first kiss with Jiyu.
It turned out to be both a blessing and a curse. You finally understand why Haum said so. This, love. This act of sharing powers. You can do anything, everything you could only dream of before. You can fly away from all the troubles. You can shove everything away with your own hands. Not that you ever need to. Ever since you came here, you’ve been met with nothing but good deeds. From none other than Jiyu, a friend, a partner, a teacher, your lover. Perhaps this is where the good deeds are finally paid. With your own life, no less.
Is it worth it?
Yes. Yes it is. It is always worth it when you get Jiyu in return. If you could do it once again, with everything at stake, you would still choose Jiyu over, and over, and over again.
Look at her. You struggle to open your eyes once more, just one more time. You see her face right above yours. Her lips are quivering hard, even with her teeth biting and holding it in place. Her eyelids tremble, doing everything they can to hold those tears from breaking away. The way she looks at you, even with all those tears in the way, is still the same as the way she looked at you all these years. With nothing but love beneath those warm and comforting stares.
Thank you, Jiyu. Thank you for all these years. Thank you for showing me that the world can be beautiful. Thank you for helping me heal my wound. Thank you for always being here by my side. Thank you for loving me.
You meant to say that out loud. But your throat feels like it’s lodged by the harsh air on top of the cliff. Nothing but coughs come through it. You try harder, but it only makes you cough harder too.
Strangely, it looks like Jiyu understands. Her tears finally flowed freely. Her face is no longer as tense. Her lips curve in this gentle smile. She’s blushing. You can see her trying her hardest to keep an open eye. Then she mouths “I will always love you, too.”
You smile back. You give every last bit of your remaining strength to move your hand towards her trembling hands on your hair. Your touch calms her down. It trembles no longer. You drag her hand to your chest. It beats one last time as you close your eyes.
Silence.
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Jiyu crashes her head down on your unmoving body. A guttural scream scratches upwards from the pit of her lungs through her already sore throat. Her voice grows hoarse with every passing second she spends venting her worst frustrations, hoping the pain she's causing herself would somehow be enough to bring you back.
It doesn’t. It never will.
=
Jiyu hates mirrors. For it always reminds her of the day you first met her.
An elf doesn’t forget, and she couldn’t stress enough how much she wishes they would.
Can you believe that?! They asked me the same exact question for at least three times! Jeez.”
You laugh watching Jiyeon sulk. Your wife looks cuter when she is angy–intentional, she’s that cute.
It is three years into your marriage, and you have yet to have a child. It is supposedly by design, as the both of you have agreed to be childfree for the first five years. But, it seems like the talks from last night’s Christmas Eve have gotten under her skin.
“So like, do you actually want to have one or is it just you being annoyed?” you lean on the kitchen counter, watching her scramble some eggs.
“Well, I, uhm. It would be nice to have one that’s for sure,” hesitation in her voice. Albeit you’re facing her back, it is very apparent that she is blushing behind the stove top.
You chuckle at it.
“That can’t do. This is a very serious matter, Ji Suh-yeon. You can’t just say that about having a kid. Very, very serious this is,” your tone is threatening, though you mean it to be playful.
She can feel your hand enveloping her from behind. Your presence looming over her as she leans back. “Heh, scaryy~ is what you want me to say after hearing you say my full government name right?” she elbows you right on your liver–height difference can sometimes be an advantage.
You step back in pain. Lucky you that she didn’t choose your balls as the target of the attack, but still, several grunts are due. “I’m joking babe, damn.”
A smirk of victory is something rightful only to her, as you can see Jiyeon put up her hands on her hips in this pose of pride and satisfaction. What even is she proud about? Well, probably the fact that you’re on your knees right now.
That being said, the view from below and behind your wife makes it seem like you are the one victorious instead. It is her glorious toned legs and butt, which, once you indulge in it, is always a win in any scenario. Lost the fight but won the war, one might say.
“Anyway, I kinda understand it now, you know?”
Still in between grunts; “What?”
“Having children.”
You don’t answer. Let the silence marinate, the answer is best served ready and cooked.
“At first it was fun. Like, reaaally, genuinely exciting, to spend every single day with the love of my life doing whatever we want. Traveling, working, … fucking, heheh-
But after three years, I kinda feel like I’m satisfied, y’know? Like, I really enjoyed it, these past three years have been nothing but the best years of my life. Serious. And now, I think I’m ready … to have a kid …,
To be a mom.”
You get up slowly, cradling her from behind. “Jiyeon.”
“Hm?” she looks up. Those bright, sparkly, innocent eyes that you’ll never get tired of are looking at you with full anticipation.
“The egg is burnt honey…”
“Oh shit!”
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Jiyeon is hot.
You can hardly think of anything else when she’s laid bare on the bed. Stomach inches away from your face.
Her belly is wet. The result of your affectionate munches–may or may not be caused from the burnt eggs incident, she is your breakfast for the day. You hang on her tits like it’s a pull up bar.
“Ah! Eheheheh! That tickles!” she coordinated her own hands on top of yours with the relentless squeeze on her cute tits.
Her laughter is cute, which really throws this whole situation off if you’re being honest. Any more of that will definitely replace your burning lust love with a strong urge to cuddle, and possibly with an addition of tickles. So you stop squeezing. She looks confused.
“Let’s just make us a child honey,” you get off of her to undress.
Doesn’t take long to be naked yourself, an effort to bring balance to the nakedness in the room. Jiyeon raises her head, smirking at you. Or is she smirking at your cock? You have no idea, not that you’d care either way.
You go back to the bed–jumping on her like a tiger pouncing its prey.
“Kyah!”
Her limbs are all loosely restrained under yours. Due to the nature of gravity–and the fact that you literally pounced on her–your erected cock is bouncing on and off between the two stomachs.
“...”
“...”
“HAHAHAHAH!” a rather vulgar laughter escapes your mouth, but she’s laughing harder.
“That was so funny!” she says, wiping tears from the corner of her eyes.
“Yeah, I did not expect it to ricochet like that,” you too are tearing up from the laughter.
“And like, the feel on my stomach,” she rubs hers in circling motion. “It’s like I’m being massaged by one of those massaging guns y’know. Pfft!”
“Haaah …”
“Heh.
Wanna continue?” she asks.
Of course you do. You lower your head. She closes her eyes. The soft sensation of her lips ignites the romance once more. It’s weird. You’ve kissed her countless times before. Being, well, your wife and all. But you never get tired of it. You never get tired of her taste, of her smell, of her.
You love Jiyeon.
Ah.
A string of drool connects the lips as you unlatch. Her eyes, pearly, pretty, are staring at you. An unspeakable bond is formed, or rather, strengthened. You give her one more quick smooch before reluctantly breaking eye contact. Looking down, she’s already squirming. Rubbing her inner thighs together, her legs fidget closer. Higher, too. she’s rubbing your balls with her inner thigh.
You move down. But not without planting a plethora of smooches all the way. It’s essential for you to taste her entire body before breaking into her most sacred–almost a ritual at this point. An appetizer is crucial in a five-course meal.
She still laughs amongst the moans elicited from the barrage of kisses, but you can feel the weight of expectancy from those. She wants you.
You spend a bit more time on her belly button than the others. You kiss it, lick it, suck it. Let her feel your-
Smack!
“Awch?”
In the middle of her panting breaths, she says; “Cmoon, don’t tease me any long-kyaah!”
In an abrupt motion you bring her legs up, simultaneously lifting her body from the chest down. You sit on your knees and plant her toes on the sides of her head. Putting an armlock around her hamstrings. You effectively folded your wife in this position, presenting her entire crotch right in front of your face. A revenge for the slap earlier.
“Hang on! Waitwaitwai-eEEK!”
You dive in. Who in their right mind wouldn’t? Your wife’s holes are displayed on a silver platter. Of course you’re eating her out.
I’ll eat(you) well.
Start slow. Kissing every area but her folds, including her puckered hole. Her hole is wet, that’s a given, but not so much around it. The objective is to spread everything evenly. The hidden objective is to torture her for the sake of it.
You lap her up like you would an ice cream. Licks, licks, licks, ooh, it’s her ass! Insert.
“Aghhhh!” her ass trembles when your tongue invades the tight hole.
You move your head up and down, stretching the rim with the repeated thrust of your tongue. Not the easiest thing to do, but her hole is very accommodating. A sign of complete trust.
“Ngghh! Fuck, FUCK! Stopstopstop-”
And so you stop.
“Huh? Why’d you stop?! I was close!” she hits your sides with her free hand.
Without any warning you release your right hand to stick your middle finger knuckle deep inside her ass. It silenced her immediately. You start rotating the finger inside, clockwise. Pretending to search her pleasure point–you already know where it is.
“There~” you say, shortly before she squirts uncontrollably.
You wait until her high is over, Jiyeon is quietly enjoying it.
Zero fucks were given as to where she sprays, as your face became the reservoir–not that you’d mind.
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“Are you done?”
“Oh fuck you,” she says, weakly. Her voice barely above a whisper.
“Yeah that’s the main goal here,” you smooch her folds one last time before putting her back down. Must’ve been sore to cum in such a position. A good thing that she’s flexible–years of ballet came in clutch.
You let her rest, as you need one too for a cooldown. Though it doesn’t last long, as she calls you with “Breed me babe, c’mon!” as she’s tapping her own belly.
Well, if she insists, a good husband will oblige.
You approach her. Once again lifting her legs, you’re only half-folding her now, as you hoist her legs up onto your shoulders. You position yourself right below her, hips already sticking. You lean in, watching her sweaty, sweety face. Ah, what a beauty.
“You ready honey?”
She excitedly nods. “I said breed me. Daddy.”
You chuckle. She’s exactly how you would picture a girl getting a sweet treat. Only this time the treat is in the form of a male reproductive organ.
You hold your fully erect shaft, tapping it several times onto her entrance. She giggles. She really is weak to tickles.
You pull your hips back a little. She looks at you, and you look at her. Your tip is already sticking. Eye contact is never broken as you slowly move forward. She gasps, a moan is next. She’s looking at you deeper, somehow. As deep as you are within her warmth.
“Mmhh,” she’s biting her bottom lips, trying so hard to maintain eye contact.
You can relate to her struggles, as you are literally one with each other. It takes a huge willpower to not throw your head back and groan in satisfaction. The pleasure she offers is unbeatable, and you are pretty sure she feels exactly the same.
“Fuck,” you hold it at the deepest point. You lean into her, cradling her jaw to give her a kiss. She does the same, swiftly moving her legs to wrap around you.
“Ah,” a symphony of moaning escapes our lips once they leave each other.
Jiyeon briefly stares at you within that inch of a distance, before releasing her hold from your jaw to throw her hands up. Her armpit’s exposed, complete with a taunting smirk. Jiyeon is stretching her back, arching her flexible body. You are forced to back away, shifting your gaze onto her alluring body. Damn.
You hold her cherry firmly, which earns a chuckle or two, before rocking your hips back and forth. Purposely setting the rhythm slow to see her squirm beneath you. Another sight of her you wouldn’t ever get tired of.
You draw this out for as long as you can. Holding your own desire to completely break her. That’s because you know your wife well. You know that when she can hold it off no longer, it will be herself that’s asking to be broken.
It doesn’t take that long.
“Argh!” she reacts to your tip hitting her deepest point, for the umpteenth time. You never pull any further than about ¾ of your length, letting most of it rest inside. Turning it up and around, stirring her up–body and mind alike.
“Fuck - me - seriously -,” she suddenly grabs your forearm, looking at you with a begging eye. “Please.”
You rock your hips one last time then move the grasp on her breast towards her arching back. Leaning back down, technically hugging her hot–both figuratively and literally–body. You position your mouth right beside her ear to whisper to her. “At your service my queen.”
The room blends into nothing but screams of pleasure and delight once you start to fuck her in the way a beast would. She moans, you groan, the claps, you both bite each other.
Time stretches itself, you feel like you’ve been fucking her for an eternity. At the same time, it feels too short for it to be over as you start to feel that familiar knot in your groin.
“Grrh. Shit.”
She notices. She stops her bites on your neck, tapping your cheek. You understand the signal, lifting your head to stick your forehead onto each other.
“Fuck! Inside, put that baby in me!”
You can’t muster an answer anymore. In response, you pound harder. Her legs locking your back as strong as your pummeling gets until eventually you can no longer move. You thrust one last time, the deepest so far.
You both scream into each other's mouth as you shoot ropes and ropes of baby batter right into her baby factory.
Then silence. Time stops itself altogether. Your world shrinks until Jiyeon is the only one left. Her happy face. Her hot breaths. Her heaving chest. Her limbs, shackling you. Her clammy surface. Her warm, tight, and filled pussy. She is your entire world.
Your hug on her gets tighter. You nuzzle into her neck for a brief moment before lifting your head to look straight at her.
Weakly, you muster. “You’ve been nothing but submissive and breedable tonight babe, thank-”
The echo of a slap is heard throughout the room. Alerting each and every living being in the vicinity with the sole exception of you. You couldn’t even get the chance to see Jiyeon’s tomato face as your consciousness left you way sooner than anybody thought.
“Ah…, oops…”
“Did I seriously pass out like that? From a single slap?”
Jiyeon laughs in the shower. “Yep! So weak! Who would’ve known?”
You laugh in accordance, before flushing the toilet. “Can I join?”
You can hear the water stop. “Sure. No sex though-” she looks surprised when you enter the shower. Jiyeon faces you while looking down and rubbing her lower belly, treating it like the world’s greatest treasure–it is, she is. “I wanna…, feel it. Y’know?”
“Yeah. I know.”
~
Three weeks later. Jiyeon suddenly rushes in the work room, in the middle of your meeting with clients from overseas. You glance at her over the computer screen.
“Honey! I missed my period!” she shouts.
You gasp, along with several clients inside the screen. You try to not show your immense elation. That said, you cannot lie to yourself. A big grin is there for everyone to see. Some who catch it on screen express congratulations.
You go and hug your happy wife as soon as the meeting is over.
~
“What is it honey?”
“I don’t feel like finishing this, it just, I dunno, tastes weird…, urp!”
“Okay, it’s fine. I’ll just ask for a box. Are you not hungry though? You’ve barely eaten anything since morning,” you pull the kimchi fried rice out of her sight. It is her favorite meal, and she’s barely taken a spoon or two.
“Well, I’ll be lying if I say I don’t, but I really don’t feel like eating anything right now,” she frowns.
“-that being said, I do crave a nutella sandwich.”
“Ah, okay. That’s, yeah, we have those at home, let’s go back-”
“-with onions. Raw, uncooked, onions,” her mouth flashes a nasty grin. Must be the pregnancy cravings.
“O-okay…, we can stop by a market on the way home…”
~
Eight weeks later. Jiyeon goes to the bathroom in the middle of the night. She’s been going at it, back and forth, for at least five times in every hour.
You raise your head from the pillow as she comes back to the bed. She turns on the bedlight.
“Honey, I think my breasts swell, it’s been really sore for a few days now. Look,” she’s pulling her pajamas up. They’re indeed swelling up.
“Oooh, my steak too juicy, my lobster too buttery-”
“Not funny.”
“Sorry. Well, how do you feel about it?”
“I dunno…, it just feels weird. I feel, kinda bad, I guess? But not so much that it makes me…, huft, I dunno babe.”
You sit straight up to hug her, still topless. “Hey, I’m always here for you okay?”
She hugs back. You can feel her shoulders slack. “Thanks. Ah, gotta pee again-”
“Need help with that?”
She laughs. Standing up, she farts right in front of your face then sticks out her tongue. “Bweeeh~”
~
Jiyeon is getting bigger, literally. Her entire body is swelling up. She notices it herself in one morning before going to work.
“Babe?”
“Yea?” you stick your head out of the bathroom, toothbrush in mouth.
“I’m getting fat,” she shows you her belly. Her pants couldn’t even be zipped all the way up.
“...so?”
She frowns. Clearly unsatisfied with your response. “What do you mean ‘so’? I’m getting fat! Don’t you hate it?! Don’t you hate it when your wife is getting fat and ugly?!”
There are tears flowing through her cheeks. You take your toothbrush out of your mouth and approach her crying self. “What do you mean ugly?”
“...”
You step closer towards her. “You’re still Jiyeon. My wife. The love of my life. The girl I will ask out 10 times out of 10, no matter what conditions she’s in. You’re never ugly to my eyes honey, ever,” you open your arms.
Jiyeon jumps to it. Quietly sobbing on your chest as you pat her back.
~
It is right around the time for the first trimester to end. Your wife has been looking rough all throughout. You’ve been regularly taking her to Sins, a GP(General Practitioner), since the fifth week, they say this is the time for her symptoms to get worse–worst, even. As a good husband–and how every husband should–you’ve been patiently attending to her every need.
As she wakes up this morning, you’re already in the kitchen. A pregnant woman needs an adequate amount of nutrition to sustain both the body of the mother and the needs of the child. It’s a bit complicated on this front, since Jiyeon’s taste buds have been everything but normal. She’s barely eating anything but her cravings. According to her, all foods taste bland and weirdly metallic–except the food she craves. To tackle that, you’ve been cooking in small portions. Eating small but frequently really helps her to take in those much needed nutritions.
Today, the menu is baked salmon with mashed potato and stir fried asparagus. Jiyeon entered the kitchen looking beat up. She hasn’t had a good night sleep for some time now, bladder problems.
“Mornin’ babe,” she groggily says, almost missing the kitchen counter as she’s putting her arms down.
“Morning! Feeling good?”
“Nope,” she slumps. Her sighs audible through the counter.
“Wanna go out this week? We can go to the beach, been quite a while since last time,” you present her your cooking. Not the best, but you did what you could.
She raises her head to smile at you. “Thanks, but I’ll pass,” she lazily grabs a fork and takes a chunk out of the salmon, wincing once it enters her mouth. Though, she still finished her plate in the end.
You can only smile in response.
~
Jiyeon is well into three weeks of the second trimester. Her tummy is getting bigger. The baby bump is getting more and more apparent as time goes. Weirdly enough, she’s really, really energized for the past two weeks or so. Gone were the days of her in the gloomy, dark aura.
“Babe!”
“Yea?” you lift your head up from the computer screen. Jiyeon is sneaking into your side in the work room.
“Let’s go to the beach tomorrow!” it’s Friday. A weekend date would be a nice change of pace.
You smile earnestly in agreement. Also remembering what she said the day before when you’re consulting Sins the GP.
.
”The mood swings might reduce, conversely, her appetite might increase a lot as the placenta fully took over the role as the baby’s main source of food instead of the yolk sac within the uterus like it was before. But mister husband over here should still be cautious at all times, the growth spurt of a baby is usually very quick in the second trimester-”
“So can we have sex now?” Jiyeon says, out of bumfuck nowhere, without an ounce of shame.
.
You almost spit your coffee remembering that moment.
The beach looks lovely. Almost as lovely as your wife laying beside you, without a single piece of clothing on her pregnant body. You two are lying on the sand, covered with nothing but a thin piece of blanket.
You’re spooning her, just as naked as she is.
“Don’t. Move!” she orders, there’s an elderly couple passing by. The grandpa looks at you for a second and immediately gives you a wink. Dude knows what’s up.
You’re already halfway inside, actually. Much to her insistence.
Recalling it, it was her that wanted to do this.
.
“You bring extra clothes right?”
“Uh, yeah? Do you wanna swim there? I mean, the doctor says it’s good to be physical, swimming is a whole lot of that.”
“Yeyeyeah. Swimming, sure. Noot noot,” she chuckled to herself as she packed up her clothes earlier in the afternoon.
Fast forward to now, you’re fucking your pregnant wife. At the beach, with buttloads of people around, with nothing but a flimsy sheet as a cover. Jiyeon is hardcore.
It would be wrong to say that you don’t appreciate this though. You’ve been sexually deprived for a little more than three months. Which you initially have no qualms about, until she asks you about it. Until she orders you to get rid of your swimwear. Until she told you to fuck her from behind. Because now, you feel like you are at your hardest, biggest erection of your entire life.
She’s not that much different either. Ever since you shifted her bikini thong aside, she’s already drenched. To say that she’s turned on by all of this would be such a massive understatement. Your wife couldn’t even properly speak as you inserted your whole shaft. She’s immediately squirting on you, which you take as a signal to start moving.
The entire ordeal has to be kept in secret, somehow. None of you dare to make a noise, all the more a moan. Jiyeon even has to cover her mouth as she’s squirting earlier.
“You dirty, dirty mother!” you whisper into her shuddering ear as you start moving.
You fuck her in a pace no more than a measly rustle. Nonetheless, the sensation is heaven. Her walls have never been this tight, this hot. You hold on to her swelling breast, twisting her enlarging nipples as you cork your cock inside her cave.
“Fuck,” a moan finally escapes your mouth. You’re close.
Jiyeon can only whimper as she pushes her hips back ever so slightly, chasing her own high as much as you are. You move your hands toward her hips, pushing it back. Your own hips meet it in the middle, crashing forward. Her hand accidentally slipped.
“AH!”
You immediately cover it again. Every pair of eyes focus on your place for a slight second. Shit. You’re throbbing, she’s tightening.
“Shoot!” a kid shouts from afar.
Shoot. Your dick erupts inside.
Shit!. Jiyeon rolls her eyes back as she’s squirting the second time, much stronger than before.
Your body shudders, as seismic as hers.
~
“That was insane,” you say, one hand on the wheels, one hand holding hers.
“We were. I didn’t think you would agree to fuck me right then and there,” she responds, chuckles in between.
“Heh. Well, you asked for it.”
“Don’t give me that! You’re already hard when I put on the bikini back in the house!” she shoots you a teasing look.
“Okay, okay, I’ll be honest. It’s been awhile okay? Can’t hold myself back when you’re wearing something like that. Absolute Cinema,”
“Haha-hands on the wheels you idiot!”
You almost swerve, almost. “Kidding~”
“You fucker-, that was not funny!” she’s seriously angry.
Gulp. “Sorry.”
She throws her face aside, but not letting go of your hands. You’re gonna spend the remaining trip in silence. Or at least you think so before she suddenly, excitedly, jumps on her seat.
“Honey!”
“W-what?”
“It’s moving!”
“What?”
“The baby is kicking!”
~
It’s late into the half of Jiyeon’s pregnancy. And you’re presented with both good news and a bad one.
Good news first. As Jiyeon’s tummy keeps swelling impossibly larger, the doctor recommends you to take a more accurate sonography. Surprise, surprise, Jiyeon is carrying a twin! (presumably)It’s a boy and a girl too! She’s never been more elated to hear something before. While you on her side is crying, the tears of happiness wouldn’t stop coming out.
The bad news is, well, it’s a twin. Jiyeon’s body will be shocked, without a shadow of doubt. Albeit she’s well toned and flexible from her ballet training, Jiyeon is still nowhere near a big girl. Her physiology isn’t exactly the most suited to birth a child, since her hips are actually thinner than most, let alone a twin that is. The only thing the two of you can do to mitigate the risk from birthing the children is to let Jiyeon train her body as best as she could, in this remaining half of pregnancy.
You could only hope for the best for her.
~
Gharlkl!
You pat your wife’s back. She’s slumped in front of the toilet. It has been a rough few weeks. She hasn’t had much sleep, if any. Jiyeon has stopped coming to work ever since the twentieth week. You too spent the entirety of your days accompanying her. You have never felt more grateful for the fact that your work is mostly done from the convenience of your own home. So you can spend more time by her side.
“It’s okay honey, I can-urp!”
You rub her back gently. Your other hand is binding her long hair off her neck, keeping it clean from both the toilet surface and the splash of everything.
You two spend the next 10 minutes in the bathroom.
“You think I can do it?”
You look at her by your side. She’s sleeping to her right, facing you(it is recommended for a pregnant woman to sleep by their side). You don’t answer, but swipe the strands of hairs off her forehead. She’s such a mess, so fragile, so small, so pure.
“I’ve been thinking, y’know. What if I don’t make it? Will you be able to handle everything alone? I mean, it’s a twin, a boy and a girl. You could hardly do housework as it is, let alone do those AND take care of the kids-” she laughs.
“Haaah…, you’ll be overwhelmed…,
-honey? I’m serious, in the off chance that I’m not surviving, I want you to know that it’s completely okay to marry another-”
You hug her. You don’t need to hear those. You don’t want to hear it. Not now. Not ever.
“You will make it honey. I swear it. We will take care of the kids together.”
Silence. No voice comes out of anybody’s mouth after. You can feel warm wet spots on your chest. She can maybe feel those same wet spots on her forehead.
Neither slept that night.
~
“Huufffff. Haaaap. Huuufffffffftt,” Jiyeon is on the mat, doing some light yoga with a trainer in front and you behind her. You have transformed the garage into a makeshift homegym. The car can park elsewhere, lots of parking space in the city anyway.
She has a scheduled workout now. Four to five times a week. One day consisting of yoga and stretching and three consisting of weightlifting, minimum. To your eyes, she’s been cruising through everything, easily.
“Haaaaahhhh~” Jiyeon sits while slumping her body forward in a perfect split. Her pregnant tummy is huge, but she’s still as flexible as ever.
“That concludes the training for today! Do you feel good, miss Jiyeon?” the trainer approaches her, gently tapping her shoulder.
“Y-yes ma’am! Never felt better,” she shoots her a smile. The trainer smiles back in relief.
“That’s good then. I’ve been through pregnancy myself, and I can tell you that the decision to workout, even in the middle of it, is never bad! Oh, you’re on week 30 now right?”
Jiyeon is slowly nodding. The trainer continues to yap for at least 20 minutes before she’s off. Your ears are burning up by the end of it, and you’re pretty sure Jiyeon shares the sentiment.
“Phew. What a woman honestly,” she slowly throws her body on the mat.
“Yeah. It's insane. I bet she doesn’t even notice that her body is very buff. Nien, was it? Cool name. Would be even cooler if she’s more socially aware though.”
You both laugh together, filling the empty space with joy. At least, that’s what she wants you to think.
You understand her. She probably understands that you do. But she has been giving nothing but fake laughs, fake smiles, fake everything. She keeps telling everyone that everything is okay. Everyone believes her, too. With the sole exception of you.
You know for a fact that she is actually terrified.
~
It’s week 35. A little more than a month before what many consider as a normal birth. Jiyeon has never looked so rough. She can barely pass through each day with your help, let alone her workout schedules.
But, she already gained what you think is a mother’s energy. She never gives up when it comes to the babies interest. She eats what’s considered good for their nutrition, regardless of the fact that she almost always vomits it out–then eats some more. She trains very hard, regardless of the fact that her body is literally breaking to accommodate the babies in her. She even helps you out in preparing the kids room, something the two of you had planned long before she even got pregnant.
“What do you think our boy would like?” she’s sitting beside the kids' bed this evening, instead of resting like what everyone else told her to. Jiyeon is looking at you while resting her head on the edge of it.
You look at her from the top of the ladder, currently placing the decoration. It’s an ornament of classic games from your olden days. You like games, so it’s only natural for your son to like it too, right? “I dunno, games perhaps?”
She laughs. Her voice so free, her expression so serene. Jiyeon is so beautiful.
“That’s such a you answer, y’know. Heh.”
“Well that’s because that, right there, is my son!” you jump off the ladder. Landing right in front of your lovely wife. You give her shoulders a rowdy massage. “He might even make annoying his mother as his hobby too, who knows~”
You immediately get a slap. Right on your balls.
Urgh.
You roll around the floor, squirming in front of her laughing face. “That’s a critical hit damn.”
She laughs harder. “Yeah, I would not be surprised if our daughter will be the type to discipline her own father.”
Suddenly she groans. A guttural sound straight from her core. It sounds painful.
“Honey! Are you okay?!” you shot up from the ground to tend her hunched body.
“Nggrrrhh. Cramps. It’s all over my body. Shit, that’s so fucking painful. Fuck!”
You give her a hand to hold. She’s going at it. By the end of those painful moments, you find your hand bleeding from her grip.
~
Week 36. You’ve been regularly going for check ups. It’s getting more and more frequent, contrary to Jiyeon’s struggle to move around. It gets harder to mobilize her past the third trimester. She feels pain everywhere and every time she moves.
She doesn’t even want to go to the doctor today. You have no choice but to oblige. One look at her and you realize that she’s in massive pain for now.
“Let me rest for the day, yeah?” she’s laying sideways on the couch.
You nod.
“It’s so painful, being a mother. Ah, no no, a soon to be mother, y’know?” she weakly laughs.
You nod, slower.
“Why aren’t you answering? Answer me babe…
I-I, I'm scared. I regret this. I regret being pregnant. I don’t want to be a mother! I-
-Idon’twannadie. Idon’twannadie. Idon’twannadie!”
You jump forward to hug her. She’s crying uncontrollably in your hold. You swear on your life you will protect hers.
~
“My water broke! Babe my water fucking broke! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!”
You wake up immediately to search for the car key. Shit. The car is parked across the town square, in the public parking hall. Why didn’t you bring it back home when you had the chance?!
“Babe! Hurry the fuck up! Aaaaaaaarghh!”
You panic. Theoretically, you could run to fetch the car, but that would take no less than 20 minutes. Shit! Should you borrow from the neighbour? They know your wife is pregnant, but then you look at the clock. It is 2am. Fuck!
“BABE!” she shouts. Already sitting up on the bed.
You hurriedly reach for your phone. The GP. That is an option. You call the number, Sins doesn’t respond. FUCK!
You’re desperate. Jiyeon is groaning in pain behind your back. You say fuck it, just call your neighbours. ANY of them would do.
The first choice is Star. The chef across the street. You call his number, to no avail.
You don’t give up. There’s one right beside your house. You never know what his name is, so you name his contact as Duckduck–there’s two big statues of duck in front of the house for whatever reason. You call his number, ‘the number you’re trying to reach is not available right now, leave a message-’’.
Holy fucking shit that’s 0-3. Your wife is starting to cry. It’s been almost 10 minutes since her water broke.
Then you remember a trusted gentleman. An old friend of yours you can always rely on. Emrys. You call his number.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Click,
“Hello?”
“YES!”
“Holy, I know you miss me but chill out my guy. Don’t you have a wife or something-”
“EMRYS CAN YOU PICK US UP MY WIFE IS ABOUT TO GIVE BIRTH! PLEASE!”
“Oh shit. I’ll be on my way! Just, hang on a minute aight?”
“THANK YOU SO MUCH.”
You turn to your wincing wife. “It will be here soon honey, the ride. Let’s do a breathing exercise, okay?”
She nods quickly, biting her bottom lips.
“Breathe in - breathe out - breathe in - breathe out.”
It’s not even five minutes later that you hear a honk from upfront. Emrys has come to the rescue.
You walk outside, Jiyeon is on your left, her hand is holding your body, the other her own stomach.
“Oh shit,” Emrys' eyes widened as he sees you walking with your wife through the door. Never in his life that he’d expect your wife’s tummy to be that big. He immediately gets out of the car to open the door to the backseat.
You and him help your wife enter the car, with much difficulty.
“St. Peter Hospital. Please hurry Em.”
“Will do.”
The ride to the hospital is nothing but chaos. Since Emrys is speeding the shit out of his car, the bumps are felt quite clearly on the passengers. Which in turn hurts Jiyeon’s already hurting tummy. The three of you never stop screaming through the entire trip.
“HERE, WE’VE ARRIVED!” Emrys shouts as he unlocks the door.
“THANK YOU!” you respond.
“AAAAARRGHHHHHH!” Jiyeon…responds.
The hospital crews are thankfully very quick. Immediately bringing in a wheelchair as soon as they see a pregnant woman.
“Should I wait?” Em asks.
“No, this much is enough buddy, thank you so much. You literally saved her life,” you dap him up, it is the crispiest dap to ever dap in the history of dap ups.
~
Your grip never leaves her fist. You waddle through the halls as she is wheeled by the nurse into the LDR Room (Labour, Delivery, Recovery).
The nurse, with your help, positions Jiyeon to her most preferred birth position. She chooses sitting. The doctor arrives not long after, immediately examining her vagina.
“It’s still very early in the labor process, sir, ma’am. The cervix has opened, but only for 4cm. It will open some more, but it might take quite a while. Expect about-” he examines Jiyeon’s body one more time. “5-6 hours. You can rest in the meantime. Now if you’ll excuse me,” the doctor bows to you two.
The nurse does some cleaning here and there, and brings her the birthing clothes to wear later–or now, her choice–before leaving us alone in the room.
“Are you scared?” it’s Jiyeon. Her breaths slowly stabilize.
“Excuse me, miss pretty. I’m not the one that’s pregnant.”
A laughter, small, brief, earnest.
“I am. I am so, so, so, so, so scared right now. Don’t leave me, okay? Don’t let go of me,” she tightens her grip on your hand. You envelop her tiny, trembling hand with the entirety of your palms.
“Never. I’m here honey, I’ll always be here. No need to be scared alright?”
A rosy hue is apparent on her cheeks. “Kissies.”
“Right now?”
“I don’t see a time more fitting than now, honestly-”
You’re not letting her finish the sentence. Your lips wrap themselves around hers. You can feel a bit of the pain she’s been enduring these past few months. The taste of struggles, sour, bitter, metallic. The kiss lasts no longer than the minute passes, but somehow, you find yourself already in the next step of the birthing process.
~
“When it’s time to push, we say push! When it’s time to breathe, we say breathe! Is that understood?”
Jiyeon nods. Her face is paler than the nurse’s gloves. She looks at you with a pleading eyes. A twinge of regret could still be seen from within, but it is overshadowed by the joy, love, and everything else in between. You have only seen that look once before. It was your marriage.
You give your hand to hers, something familiar to hold. It will help the mom feel better, the doctor says.
“Push!”
“AAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHH!”
“Breathe!”
“Huuuuffffttttt.”
“Push!”
“GYAAAAAAAAAAAAARRGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
You honestly have to hold yourself back from screaming as well, as Jiyeon is breaking your fingerbones like it’s a breadstick.
The process goes on and on for about 30 minutes.
“The baby is out! It’s a she!”
You sneak a glance at your wife, she’s already looking at you, smiling. Then you see the baby, still covered in all the liquids. She’s crying.
“Thank God.” Jiyeon sighs.
“Now for the twin!”
“Oh God whatthefuck.” Jiyeon sighs(angrily).
“Push!”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHKK!”
~
“Oh my god, they’re beautiful!” tears spring up on your face. You’re holding the babies. The boy is on your right hand, while your left is holding the girl. They’re crying. Full of love, full of life.
“Aw look! The girl’s got your eyes! And our boy’s got your nose, hahah. What should we name them honey?” you look up. Jiyeon doesn’t respond. Understandable. She needed rest, she’s literally been fighting for her life for the past hour. You give her hand a squeeze. It’s cold.
“Sir, would you kindly step back. Now. And please put the baby into the incubator, thank you sir.”
The turn of events happened so fast. You’re not entirely sure what happened. Suddenly you’re outside. Waiting in suffocating, terrifying silence. The last thing you can subtly hear coming out from the doctors mouth was;
“Patient is going through a severe trauma from the blood loss due to the fourth degree vaginal tear. Immediate care is needed. We’re moving her into the ICU.”
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Tosh : Its our graduation next week dad, can you come?
Dad : Of course son
Yeon : Duh, of course dad can, i told you. Jeez. believe in your dad, AND your big sis for once.
Tosh : For the last time, youre only older than me for TWO MINUTES Do NOT call me lil bro. Ever.
Yeon : Yeah. thats a whole ass two minutes older than you. Lil bro.
Tosh : YOU! DAD, GROUND HER!
Dad : Im gonna pretend i didnt see anything…
Yeon : :p
Tosh : URGH
Yeon : Anyway, isn’t it the exact same day as mom’s birthday?
Dad : Yeah
Tosh : oh really? I didnt notice sorry. Happy birthday momm!
Yeon : Happy birthday mom.
Dad : Thanks kid, you two are the best thing that ever happened to me. Pretty sure if your moms watching, she would agree with me from up there.
Tosh : Aw, suddenly? Thanks dadd
Yeon : You’re also the best dad. Ever. Thanks dad.
~~~~~~
Writing this has been fun! Special thanks to : @toshyun for introducing Jiyeon to me, @sinswithpleasure for the extra info on tripleS, @limemrys for being such a cutie || special mention : @starconstruction @ducktoo
Cheers!
“Stupid — idiot — shit!” The 150kg bench moved up surprisingly easily. The sheer shame of recalling that scene increases your strength, with no apparent limit. You continued doing one more set of three–and a half–reps of it, before retiring the bar.
“Haaah~” a quick break was much needed. You just hit a PR there, though there was no immediate sense of accomplishment. You moved over to the cables, after cleaning your sweats off the bench of course.
“Basic gym etiquette people, please respect that,” you thought to yourself while wiping the shape of your wet ass. Apparently, the one who used it before you didn’t care enough to clean after themselves. Fucking disgusting.
You shook the annoyance off of your head. It happens. Not all people have basic human decency. Carry on. As you grabbed the ropes to do some triceps pushdowns, the memory of that night continued.
“Okay..? Uhm, well, I am honored. That’s for sure, but I’m here just to help you forget her. Not to stay. I’m sorry,” Sooin exclaimed as she gave you the look of pity that night. Like she’s looking at a puppy that was about to be put down. You respected her for being honest, at least.
You cranked the weight to the maximum capacity. Your triceps were screaming to it, the bench earlier put quite a strain on them. Well, better physical agony than emotional misery.
You finished up the day’s workout by doing 3 sets of 10’s, each set with max weight. The pump was glorious. Chest, arms, you probably looked like Chris Hemsworth, not that you’d care at this point. You released the pin off the weight on the machine before taking off. Still secretly annoyed to the unknown for leaving their sweatprint on the bench earlier. Basic fucking manner.
With a heavy mind you walked towards the bathroom. The soreness normally arrives the next day or two, but your head was aching so bad already, not even five minutes after the workout. “You stupid fuck, if I just be patient and think about it with my goddamn head instead of my cock then maybe Sooin wouldn’t be so disgusted,” you blamed yourself for something that might be entirely untrue, as per usual.
The self blame was only the breath of what’s to come. As you stepped your foot inside the bathroom, you’re starting to descend.
“What did I do wrong?” is a question that will never find an answer. Your chest was starting to hurt. Sooin succeeded in helping you forget Karina, that much was true. But you, in turn, were only thinking about her now. Like ditching cigarettes to vape due to it being ‘healthier’.
Your steps weakened. It’s not because you just benched your PR, multiple times–for fuck’s sake it’s not even a leg day. Stumbling deeper into the bathroom, it’s empty. Perfect recipe for a spiral. You tried to swallow it all away, but then you saw the mirror. “Who are you?” you screamed inside your head as you felt your own face. The face of someone who has never done anything right.
Bathing had never been so uncomfortable.
You managed in the end. The loathe of the self was weakening as much as the water washed away the sweat on your body. Hopefully–at the very least, you did feel better after the brisk shower.
You didn’t stay too long in there, lest a spiraling happen again.
It’s almost midnight. The gym was almost empty, except for this one girl you spotted in the corner of your eyes once you got out of the bathroom. Then you remembered something. “Is she the one who didn’t wipe her sweats off the bench?”
As a long time gym goer, the urge to explain things to her was unfortunately a lot bigger than the desire to isolate yourself.
You treaded your steps lightly towards the currently-on-the-stairmaster girl.
“Hello,” you said, coming from her side. (Note that you should always be cautious when you approach a stranger. You can never know what they’re thinking about.)
She didn’t notice at first, focused on managing the tempo of her breaths. So you decided to just wait until she’s finished her workout.
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.
“What are you doing? You’ve been ogling me for the last 15 minutes. Kindly explain yourself before I call the authorities,” she interrogated you right after the machine turned off. Her voice was calm, but you could feel that it's filled with malice. Which, to be fair, you were the only person in there aside from herself. Creep.
Extending your palms that were facing her was the only option you have. “I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to bother you with the workout, so I just waited. Sorry again,”
She’s not relaxing, instead she inched closer with her menacing aura. “You didn’t answer my question.”
Holy shit she’s pretty. ‘NO!’ You internally shook your head.
“Okay, sorry. It’s just, I wanna make sure before anything, were you the one who used the bench before? If so, then would you please, with great urgency, clean it after use? That goes for everything in the gym actually. That is all. Again, sorry for being rude, and sorry if I accuse-”
“-yes. What are you gonna do about it?”
The abrupt cut off left you in silence for a second or two. Is she serious? Here you are trying your best to sound polite and respectful, only to get brushed off like that.
“If that’s all then would you please excuse me? I need to get going,” she said as she walked past. You were NOT gonna let her pass.
“Sorry, miss,” you grabbed her hands right when she’s by your shoulder.
She looked reluctant to stop before turning her body around. Then you realized something, this woman looked like she descended straight from the heavenly realm to grace the mortals with her godly presence. Her looks scream danger, but you couldn’t help yourself to not stare from such a close distance.
“Get your fucking hands off.”
It was only when you heard that ice cold voice of hers that you let her wrist go. She looked offended. Her eyes expressed herself louder than her words. The eyes of someone thinking about everything but benevolence. You were too deep to give up now.
“Respectfully, I will not let such things pass,” God you sounded like a literal Karen.
To your absolute surprise what she did next was to slap your face so hard that you had to lean to your side to lessen the impact. She hit you way harder than Sooin did.
“And I will not let you touch me again,” she brought herself closer to your wincing face below. Only after you opened your eyes did she finally leave you behind.
She’s heading towards the bathroom–needless to say, it’s separated by gender. You catched a glimpse of her turning her body around before entering. “Oh, and my name is Anna,”
You lost the battle.
=
“So how was it?” Gawon asks with an enthusiasm of a cat hearing their owner opening a can of tuna.
Your gaze is fixed onto the ceiling. Drool almost leaks from the corner of your lips, fortunately the woman beside you nudges your shoulder before it happens. “Huh?”
She raises both her eyebrows in curiosity. “Sooin! Tell me about her!”
“Oh, yeah, uhh, I don’t know.”
“Oh c'mon! There’s gotta be more than that. Have you guys been in contact? It’s been a week! She’s really great(in bed), right?!!" Gawon drags the chair she’s sitting on by her sheer nosy energy–and her long legs, it helps. Gotta give her credits for that.
“Gawon, I just, I don’t know, really. I confessed to her and she said-”
“YOU CONFESSED?!” the whole office briefly turns head towards the source of the sound. She duly apologizes.
Now in a much quieter voice. “Are you serious?!”
If you could fold your face and file it into the desk container beside you, you would. Gawon is the type to never let go. “It was in the heat of the moment okay?! Jeez, and it was your words too that inspired me. Fuckin “sex so good- yada yada” don’t you dare laugh!”
But your warning came a little bit too late. Gawon already erupts into laughter once she hears the word ‘sex’. The office doesn’t even bother to look this time. You had to threat her with your empty lunchbox–the threat being : washing it–to shut her up, to which she thankfully did.
“Happy?” you shade(slang for throwing shade).
“Yeah, sorry sorry. But seriously, I didn’t think you would be so bold like that!” she pats an encouragement pat on your shoulder, which really feels like an insult more than anything else.
“I would blame you if you weren’t my senior, but oh well, shit happens,” your shoulders momentarily raise.
“Well, she gave you the nicest ass you’ll ever have, that’s also thanks to me, junior,” she somehow looks proud of it.
“Anyway, anyway-” you move your head closer to her, positioning your mouth next to her ear before whispering. “What is your opinion about being slapped?”
She jerks her head backwards. Giving you this look as if she’s watching a seal(the animal) clapping for the first time. “Didn’t know you were into that,” she nods in agreement, perchance.
“Yeah me neither,” you go back into your former position. “So there’s this girl I met at the gym…”
=
You go to the gym three times a week. Contrary to popular belief, that much is enough training for most ‘normal’ people. That is, people who don't compete in bodybuilding and/or make the gym in itself their entire personality. Of all three of those days, you seem to meet Anna more frequently than you’d like to.
She still doesn’t clean after herself, probably ever, but she always comes to you after each workout after you met her that night.
“Here.”
“Again?”
She doesn’t answer.
“You know that if I were anybody else I would seriously ban you from going to this gym, right? Actually, any gym in the entire state.”
She hands you her towel and leaves you alone, like she always does. And you always clean after her, like you always do. What are you? Her dog? Or her dawg?
Why would you do it? One might ask. It’s simple really. When you bend yourself to her will, the voices in your head go quiet. And for now, that is all you really need.
Anna goes into the bathroom. It is midnight, the gym has no one else inside beside the two of you. You circle the area to wipe the remnants of her efforts. It is leg day for her, so you mostly deal with ass-shaped patches of sweat.
You usually finish everything up almost the same time as she finishes bathing. She’s taking quite a bit longer than usual today, was her work out really intense?
“Anna?” you shout from the other side.
Silence.
“Don’t tell me she’s passed out in there,” you force your way in–against your conscience, since, who else is gonna stop you but yourself?
Enter the ladies bathroom. It is surprisingly similar to the men’s counterpart.
You scan the place before hearing a voice.
“You call yourself a righteous, upstanding gym-goer, but here you are barging your way into the sacred place, hypocrite much?” Anna is sitting on the floor, naked. You instinctively cover your eyes, though you got a glimpse still.
“Anna!” you quickly snatch the clean towel closest to you, covering her up. She’s shivering under the blanket. One look at her though, and you know she’s not gonna spill the beans. Her face no longer has that intimidating aura to it. She looks, and this is the most polite word that you can think of, pathetic.
“Hey, it’s alright. You don’t have to tell me anything, I’ll just wait outside until you’re ready to, y’know, become your usual self … yeah! Okay,” you awkwardly stand up. Anna refuses to look at you, however.
“Wait,” she calls you not even three steps away. There’s something different with how she sounds just now. What was once a deadly calmness has now turned into a silent desperation. This is the first time you hear her in this voice.
You turn around. She still refuses to look at you, but her face is no longer as tense.
“Would you help me take a bath? … I can’t do it myself,” there’s a speck of red slowly filling her pale skin, especially around the cheeks.
This completely destroys your image of Anna. She does have a cute side, after all.
You breath through your nose a bit rougher than normal. Looking down, you find yourself putting on a wide smile. Not something she has to know, yet. You raise your head to look back at her. “Sure.”
Helping her stand on her feet turns out to be a bit more complicated than you initially thought. It’s not that Anna is actually heavier than she looks. It's just that she has zero strength in her two legs, they’re completely limp. You have to position yourself as such to make her hold the vertical position, and this is before you’re even getting in the shower.
You offered her a piggyback, which to no one’s surprise she vehemently denies. She insists on still standing on her two feet like normal, with your assistance that is. In this kind of situation, you feel like there’s really no room for argument. Slowly but surely you guide her towards the destination, one step at a time.
It is already halfway through the bathroom–it being large is more of a bother for this occurrence–when Anna tugs you on your side. “Take it off,” she whines, her eyes repeatedly pointing towards the towel enveloping her body.
“No way. One time is lucky two time is jinxing it, no?” you haven’t got the time to respond when she decides to pull it off herself. Your eyes shot wide open. Albeit being the second time you see her naked, one being an accident and this being her giving the full consent will always feel different. It is now your turn to have your cheeks go red.
For the first time since more than a month of meeting her, you hear Anna laugh. It is a shy little giggle, with her fully leaning towards you. You can feel her heaving chest grazing your abdomen every so often. Damn.
The next few minutes feel like you’re living in a world of slow motion. Helping her clean herself after a work out, a leg day no less, unironically feels like cleansing your own soul. She is pretty. She works out. Her body is smoking hot. But you somehow don’t feel any lust towards her–okay, maybe a little–as you start cleaning.
The gym bathroom provides some kind of a sitting platform under the shower, meant for the elderly and the disabled, which really helps for now. You gently sat her down before turning the shower on. Anna asks for the hottest setting, you oblige. You start from her neck, though you gradually heat it up instead of setting it straight into the furnace setting. You rub her neck and the parts behind her ears, which earns a giggle from her. You continue downwards, showering her body with hot water before rubbing every inch of her using your soapy hands. Anna’s body looks delicate, but it is surprisingly firm. A sign that she takes her work out seriously, she must’ve carved her body for a long time to achieve this build. You treat her body as graciously as you can. Rinsing off, it’s time to clean her lower body, her limp legs.
You tell her to support herself on your back while you crouch down low in front of her. Her lower region is entirely different from her upper part. While her upper body is very nicely developed, her legs almost look like she hasn’t even used them to walk. They’re so skinny. In the gym world you normally call things like this as a ‘chicken leg build’ which means someone doesn't train their legs as disciplined as their upper body. But Anna’s is different, it looks like she’s recovering from something. There are some developing muscles to it, which is a clear sign that she’s been working hard through it. Whatever it is.
Still in your crouching position, you slowly look up to Anna who’s leaning forward with her hands on your shoulders. You look intently at her eyes, without words, asking for permission. She smiles. She looks at you warmly. Those are the eyes of someone who does not give up, so you smile back. You spread her leg as considerately as you can. She’s sweating a lot. You lather some more soap before rubbing her crotch, then raise her up a bit to clean her backside from beneath. That doesn’t take long, but you can feel her hands gripping you very much harder when you clean those parts. You sit her back down to continue rubbing her quads, the hamstrings, her calves, the shins, then her soles. She laughs a bit when it comes to the soles, which makes you laugh in accordance. Then you rinse everything off.
Anna is clean. She is still sitting under the shower—already turned off, with you patting her dry using the towel she unwrapped before. You’re drying her up from behind, so you have no idea what face she’s making throughout the process.
“There, all clean and ready to go,” you say as you once again wrap her body in a now-wet-towel.
“Can you take me home?”
You pause hearing the request. What?
Anna looks up. Eyes scanning at you from below. “What? Are you afraid? Of me, or yourself?” she gives you a wicked grin. There she is, that damn dominatrix in her is flaring back up in full strength.
“Eh, whatever,” you thought. You smile. You fulfill her wish of having a companion for the night.
=
Anna lives alone. It is something you pretty much already expected since the first time meeting her. Although, seeing it for yourself when you enter her house with her under your arms explains more about her. Upon entering, you can see that her house is dimly lit. The minimum light in there makes it seem like the house is cleaner than it is supposed to be. It is very neat though. Then you step further inside. The walls are full of safety handles–you’d normally find those in bathrooms–to the point of it encircling the whole house.
Before you can question anything, Anna tugs your side.
“Put me down,” she’s pointing at a wheelchair parked right beside the door. You don’t even notice it until she tells you, for its color blends into the woody walls of her house. You carefully place her on it, the wheelchair looks a bit worn out.
“Anything else?” you’re crouching in front of her, positioning her feet onto the footplate.
“Strip.”
You huff. “You’re joking,” as you look up, the look on her face is indicating zero playfulness.
“Are you serious?” you frown, gasping.
She doesn’t respond, she’s not playing around.
You stand up and step back, creating a distance as if it would help. “Anna, this is-”
“You saw me naked didn’t you?”
And just like that, she shuts you down entirely. You have nothing else to defend yourself with. Sighing, you slowly take off your shirt then throw it aside. You look at her one more time, only to be greeted with a nod. You sigh a long one before taking off the entirety of fabrics covering your body.
Anna is giggling at your naked body. Not an ounce of awkwardness in those laughter. “See? With great penis comes great fuckability. Come here.”
“Is she fucking joking?”
It’s her turn to sigh now. Rolling her eyes around and slacking her shoulders, seeing how you’re standing there, still, like a statue. A statue with great penis.
“I don’t like repeating my words,” she rolls her chair forward. Closing the distance in no time at all. Since Anna is sitting, your dick is positioned right in front of her face. It is slowly getting harder.
You don’t say any words. Can’t. Even though the girl in front of you is literally on a wheelchair, probably at her weakest state even, her sheer presence succeeds in eliminating your willingness to fight. You cannot say no to her. And then, she grabs your penis.
She’s genuinely smiling at it. Like she just found a long-lost favorite toy of hers. With great interest, she starts jerking it slightly by the base with both of her hands. She does that until you get a full erection. Only then she looks up, with your dick in her hands positioned closely to her face.
Her right hand lets go of your base, moving up. Those dainty fingers of hers are playing with your glans. Her thumb rubs the slit around, spreading the leaking pre cum all over. “You look cute like this,” she’s saying while still looking at your dick.
The fingers on your glans are getting rougher while the hand by the base grips tighter. An involuntary moan comes out of you, immediately warranting Anna’s stare upon your face. You can’t look at her straight, not even if you try, because-
Anna slaps you with every bit of strength her body could muster. The sound of the impact echoes throughout. It leaves your mouth open, your ears ringing, and even your eyes tearing(up).
“I never said you could cum,” a great emphasis is put onto that last word. She moves the hand on your base to yank your balls down. You almost screamed, if it wasn’t for your immediate bite on your bottom lips.
Seeing you wriggling around like a worm meeting salt, she smiles again. “Good,” Anna is yanking your balls one more time before returning her hand to your shaft. She’s jerking you off with this excruciatingly slow tempo for much longer than you’d like.
You wince at the throb of your cock. Normally one would enjoy the sensation of being close to ejaculation, but this is already your third time in the span of an hour. Anna is enjoying edging the life out of you. Your knees are irrelevant at this point. It’s a good thing her house has guard rails all over the walls.
“Anna, please,” you accidentally touch her shoulder at the fifth edge. You should’ve hung onto the rails instead, Anna doesn’t seem pleased.
“Kneel.”
gulp
“Good.”
Anna starts to undress. She’s struggling a bit when it's the pants, but you can’t help her. Since every time you’re about to do so, she gives you the murder eyes. Anna is once again naked for your eyes to see. This is completely different from when you bathe her in the gym’s bathroom. The position has completely switched up. You’re now the one under her mercy, and it doesn’t seem like she’ll let go anytime soon.
“Lick,” she points at her feet.
You don’t question, only do. You raise her feet up, grabbing it by the heels, then lick it from the bottom upwards. She’s giving you a satisfactory smile.
You’re licking her feet like you’re eating an ice cream. But it’s not. It’s warm, like feet. It’s not melting, like feet. It’s salty instead of sweet, like feet. That said, you might like feet more than you like ice cream after this.
“Stop,” she commands. Her feet are soaked with your spit.
“Fuck yourself on my feet.”
You almost couldn’t believe what you heard. But then you look up to see Anna with a devilish grin. So it is real. You have no choice, reluctantly–lies, the idea of fucking her soles is massively turning you on–putting her feet together before lowering it again. You turn her soles inward, facing each other. Her feet are closed, and it’s close to your cock.
You take a peek at her face one more time. She’s already waiting for you up there, her eyes stare deep into your mind. Your hips start to push, along with your hands keeping her soles closely together. The tip of your penis makes contact with the gap between her soles. The sensation is weird, it is both warm and cold. It helps that her feet are already wet from your licks earlier, so you start to move yourself forward.
Multiple ahs and fucks are starting to come out from your mouth. Anna is silent, letting you enjoy the fucking on her feet. Though, that doesn’t last long. Your spine almost shot itself out of your body when she’s suddenly grabbing your head to make you face her.
“Don’t look at anything but me until you cum.”
Your motion is getting rougher. The friction is quickly getting intense. Your spit dried up very quickly, and fucking a feet in dry condition isn’t exactly the best feeling. But your fuck-her-feet energy is exponentially bigger than the pain your dick suffers.
This is probably not the right time to say this, but Anna’s intense eyes are insanely attractive. It was your ego that didn't let you realize that for the entire time you knew her. That is all thrown out the window now, what matters is fucking her feet faster and harder.
“Ah… Anna…!”
She nods. That’s all she needed to do. You explode all over her feet. Your cum splatters up until her quads, some even reaches her pussy. You shot it like a missile. Fuck!
You keep her feet by the base of your dick for some time, your butt is clenching hard while your hips are launched forward. Keeping this position helps you release everything from your cum reservoir, her feet are full of cum spots.
Anna is keeping your head still the entire time you’re blasting off. It’s weird. What she does is cruel, but at the same time, you feel like the deepest point of your entire self is being caressed by this goddess of a woman. You pass out in her hold.
Your eyes shot wide open. Your breath is running. And, your dick is burning up. Ah shit, you recalled it. Must’ve been bruised from how hard you were fucking her feet earlier.
You look around, this isn’t the same room from before. It looks like a bedroom … you are sitting on the bed, under a blanket.
“Hey,” Anna greets you with her usual cold face. She’s entering the room wearing what looks like pajamas made out of satin. Every line of her body is visible for you to indulge.
“You’re out for the whole night. So I brought you here,” she sits on the edge of the bed, with her back turned on you.
“Thanks.”
“For what?” she glances over her shoulder. Expression still flat.
Looking down, you think for a second before answering. “Nevermind. Just, uhm, can I sleep here for the day? Don’t feel like working today.”
She’s fully facing you now. “Sure.”
To your absolute shock, she crawls up to your side. There she lays on your blanketed chest. She’s offering you the view of her hair.
“I should be the one thanking you, you know?”
That is the voice of the cute Anna. It’s melting you down. You caress her hair. “Sure. you mind if I ask what your problem is?”
“My problem? You mean, my attitude?”
You muffle a laugh, that much is obvious. “No no, I mean your condition. I saw your legs, and your house has all these safety handles on the walls. Surely something is up?”
She doesn’t answer, but her idle hands move to wrap around your body. “Promise me you won’t leave me alone?”
“...Yes?”
Only then she looks up. Her eyes are glassy. It isn’t a void as it usually is.
“I have a rare condition that makes the muscles in my legs weak, or even paralyzed entirely. It comes and goes, lasting for minutes, hours, even days at times. It’s called Primary Periodic Paralysis, or PPP for short. I have had this since I was born and it is incurable. My parents…,”
She’s sticking her head onto your chest, face to the side. She’s looking afar, with her usual empty eyes. “They stopped caring when I was in high school. But hey, they leave me with the house, at least.”
You stroke her hair once more. “When your legs don’t work like it used to before~”
The room goes silent. Not even the mosquitoes dare to move under her gaze.
“Joke like that one more time and I will seriously cut your dick off.”
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“I’m joking…,” her cheeks were getting very red when she said that, after the long awkward silence.
“Yeah, figures, wouldn’t want to have my great penis gone, would you?”
A crisp laugh breaks the silence between you two. Anna is laughing earnestly.
Suddenly all you see is only her closed eyes. She is crashing her face onto yours, interlocking those sweet lips together. This is yet another side of Anna. The one that is gentle, caring, and loving. The kiss tells you everything you need to know.
=
“So yeah, I think I’m with her now. She can slap me all she likes, I definitely like it…, maybe.”
Gawon laughs her ass off. The office ignores that, save for the blushing of your face.
Is what the actors in this JAV(Japanese Adult Video) are screaming inside your laptop in the middle of the night. (Yes, those are the subtitles, the actors are indeed talking in Japanese.)
You, the one that’s currently watching, is pumping your shaft up and down until you too are close to blow.
“Shit!” you frantically turn your head around in search of the tissue. Who even jerks off without preparing such thing(s)?. Luckily you find one right when your sperm are on the tip of the iceberg(by iceberg, it means your penis).
Your whole body goes slack after the white liquid leaves your body entirely. Landing on the much needed tissues you grabbed milliseconds before erupting. This is your third time jerking off to porn this week, and it’s only Monday.
The post nut clarity hits you like an F1 car through the 130R corner at Suzuka Circuit. Your eyes cry harder than your dick ever could.
Honestly, your life wasn’t always this pathetic. Not until last week, at least.
=
Your girlfriend of five years broke up with you last week. Karina–yes, THAT Karina–said, and you quote her exact words :
“I’m sorry babe, but I really don’t see a future with you. Not that it’s your fault, of course, I just had, different vision of life. And I don’t see you ever appearing in that vision, I’m sorry. You can hate me if you want. Actually, please hate me, okay?”
She left you as abruptly as she once came into your life. To this day, you haven’t gotten any news from her. Hell, you’re not even sure whether she was still alive or not–of course you hope she’s alive and well, thing is, you don’t fucking know shit.
She’s history. Try to understand that. And you did try, for the past entire week you tried your best. To forget her. To hate her, even. But be honest to yourself, how realistic is it actually, to hate–and forget–Yu Jimin of all people?
Last week felt like an eternity. “So this is what it’s like to be a zombie” you thought to yourself on a random Wednesday night on your way back home.
You tried drinking, but your body really cannot handle alcohol. You tried lifting weights, but you already do ever since you were a teenager, it makes no fucking difference. You tried exploring nature, only to realize it makes you even lonelier than ever. Lastly, is what you’re doing now, jerking off to porn.
Does it work? Absolutely not. All it does is bring back the memory of the insanely delicious body of your former girlfriend. Granted you only started jerking off this Sunday, so you can still search for yet another alternative to numb the pain.
=
“How do you get over a break up?” you ask your co-worker.
Her head goes forward a little. Her eyebrows are furrowing, eyes squinting. “WHAT!” it shocks the whole office. “Sorry, what?” she says once again after turning her head around the place to apologize.
Her name is Gawon. A senior of yours. A respectable worker, a responsible adult, and a heavy smoker. Seriously, she smokes half a pack on lunchbreak, more if she is stressed out–which is often the case. Just by your first introduction with her, you already knew you could trust this woman.
“Yeah, I broke up last week.”
She leans her head down towards where you’re sitting. “You lost her?! The Karina? Seriously? How???” she’s half whispering now.
You shrug. Normally you’d throw hands for what she’s saying, but you can’t even muster the energy to get angry right now. “I don’t know, nor do I have the chance to get her back, I think. She’s gone. Like, really disappeared for this entire week. That’s not normal for a girl like her, right?”
She’s nodding. “Riiight, if I remember correctly she hasn’t posted anything on her insta so far, that is pretty weird. Well anyway, what was your question again?”
Okay, she’s really getting on your nerves now. “Tck. how-does-one-get-over-a-break-up-with-Karina. You happy now?!” you hiss.
She cackles over your shoulder. “Alright alright, sorry! Uhm, well, I don’t know how you’ve been faring this past week, but what have you tried? Tell me.”
You look at her with empty eyes. “Gawon, I’ve tried everything. Everything I could, at least. Tell me, what should I do if I don’t know what the fuck I should be doing,” you cover your face with your palms before sighing a long breath.
Her hands are doing the thinker pose–she doesn’t mean it to be funny, but you genuinely find it hilarious. “Ah!” she exclaims, with her right index finger pointing up and all. “You said you tried everything you could, right? Which means, you’ve been fighting it alone?”
“Uhm, yeah?”
“Then you should try fighting it with someone else!”
You almost jump out of your seat to bonk her in the head. But you persist, she’s still your senior at work, remember that. “Haaaaaaah-. Well, if it were that easy then everyone would’ve done it already, no? Gawon I couldn’t even wake up without the urge to kill my fucking self for FUCKS sake,” you–and her–immediately cover your mouth. That ‘fuck’ was way too loud.
After you and her are done looking around–there were stares, but ultimately nobody cares–you both are sighing almost simultaneously.
“Alright. Jeez, I’m sorry for trying to help” she mocks, hands on her hips now. “But seriously, have you tried seeing someone new? Anyone?”
“Well, yes, uhm, you?”
This time it’s her turn to be annoyed. She smacks your head right away–lightly. “Not like this dumbass, I mean, seeing someone as in, asking someone out. A dating, or maybe just a one night stand. Whatever you’d want. Have you heard of the phrase ‘sex so good it changed their life’?”
You laugh. Actually laugh. After wailing in self-pity for an entire week, this is the advice that you got. “Yeah? Well the sex with Karina was good too, so,” mentioning her name successfully makes you weep again.
Gawon looks at you with pity. She gently holds your right shoulder. “Hey, I’m not saying this as a bad thing. But you never know until you try, no? And you only ever tried it with her, right?”
You squint at first, but then you understand what she’s trying to say. You nod after, defeatedly.
“Plus, I have a friend that might be able to help you out. Of course, only if you’re willing,” she shrugs. Her hands are in the air to her sides, palms facing up and spread out.
You unknowingly blush to that. “This doesn’t mean I’m a bitch boy slut, am I?”
A stifled laugh comes out of her mouth. “N-no, no it doesn’t. I mean, for me at least, I would 100% understand,” she pats your back.
=
“My name is Sooin,” the girl standing in front of the hotel room introduces herself. Her right hand is offering a handshake, still waiting, floating in the air.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” you scream inside your head. “HOW THE FUCK?” still inside your head.
“Uhm, yeah, come in. Make yourself comfortable,” you accept her hand, guiding her inside.
As you let her pass, you watch her closely from behind. What. The. Actual. Fuck. How does Gawon have a friend that looks almost identical to Karina?
She glances over her shoulder. Seemingly knowing that you were watching her. “Is there something wrong?” she says with a smirk.
You just shake your head silently. Standing there like a statue with her presence towering over you.
She chuckles. “Dude, no need to be that tense, alright? Gawon already told me everything, and yes, she also told me that your ex looks a lot like I do,” she stops midway to point around and puff up her chest. “Except this part, of course.”
You look dumbfounded. Yes, both dumb and somehow founded–by this pretty girl in front of you. Wait, did you just say she is pretty? “Uhhh,”
She chuckles, harder this time. “Dude, seriously, relax! You’re scaring me!”
She’s walking towards you. Like, seriously. She’s approaching you menacingly. You still can’t form any coherent sentences. Your brain is a fucking mess.
She’s standing exactly a foot away from you. She grabs your right hand with both her hands. “Hey, I understand that it’s hard. Don’t push yourself. I’m more than happy to just hear you talk,” she’s looking up with her stupidly large eyes. She’s tall, so the way it is now, your face almost touches hers.
You can’t look at her eyes for more than a second. Other than the fact that she’s unusually similar to your ex, upon closer look, she’s … also different somehow–well duh, they’re two separate people.
Your adam’s apple is visibly oscillating. Sooin–still close to your face, separated by nothing–giggles. You can feel her breaths nudging your jaw. Oh, fuck it.
Grasping her jaw to give her a kiss isn’t something the both of you expected to happen. Or at least that’s what you’d like to think, completely disregarding the fact that Sooin has already wrapped her arms around your hips.
The kiss isn’t slow, nor is it polite. It’s hard, rough, and full of emotions. Especially from your side. Sooin is a stranger, that’s for sure. But the way you suck her tongue with all your might. The way you swirl your tongue inside her mouth. The way you lick everything your tongue can reach. Is not something a stranger would receive. This way of kissing, no, devouring her mouth is precisely how you would treat your girlfriend.
You kiss Karina lovingly. Yes, despite how sloppy it may look, that’s really how you and her show love to each other. What you do to Sooin however, isn’t something born out of love. It is hate. Pure, unadulterated hatred. You start to bite her lower lips. Then release it only to bite her tongue, trapping it inside your mouth. You lift her up to bring her to the bed. Interestingly, for all the duration you invaded her mouth, she never lost her ground. She followed your play, but she didn't complain. If anything, she keeps on tempting you to do more.
You arrive on the edge of the bed. Stopping the kiss, you let your body fall forward, with Sooin still in your hold. Beds are soft, yes, but Sooin falls on it with your full weight on her body. It doesn’t help that you’re probably more than double her weight. She whimpers at the point of you crashing into her, knocking the air out of her lungs. Naturally, her mouth instantly unlatches from yours. You shift your attacks onto her neck.
You sniff her like a hungry predator sniffing their prey. Intense. She’s still recovering her breath. Although her face looks overwhelmed–you take a quick peek upwards–her hands never stopped rubbing your back.
Your hands move impatiently to undress her top. And what do you know? She’s not even wearing a bra under that skimpy white dress. You raise yourself slightly to yank her clothes off. Her hair is instantly messy. Then you see her face. Her eyes are covered by the strands of her hair, but you can clearly see her mouth. And she gives you the nastiest grin you have ever witnessed. You are about to eat her whole.
Once again, you go down on her. She does have a smaller breast than your ex-girlfriend. But then again, a breast is still a breast no matter what size. And Sooin’s are fucking sexy. You squeeze her breasts simultaneously, hard. She screams. You silence her with a kiss, without stopping your violence towards her perky tits. Sooin is squirming beneath you. Again, her body language doesn’t show any sign of rejection.
You stop your kiss to once again admire her tits, now a bit redder due to your rough squeezes. You then see her flushed face. She’s smiling at you, wider than ever. You notice she’s mouthing something.
“Fuck, me.”
“Shit,” you mutter, reluctantly getting off of her to stand by the bed. You repeatedly fumble in the attempt of undressing yourself, to which the girl who’s currently sitting up is laughing a little.
When there’s finally only your boxer left to cover your skin, she goes quiet. You look up at her one last time, asking for approval. The girl just has this sluttiest smile ever doesn’t she? She‘s giving you a nod. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. “Here I go.”
And it’s off. Your dick in all its glory. Standing up, brave and proud. You convince yourself to open your eyes, slowly. Little by little, your world is filled with light. The shape of Sooin slowly develops, you can now see her face. Holy, her eyes are opened the widest thus far.
“W-what the fuck is that?!” she shouts, half laughing. Actually, you’re not even sure what the hell is this reaction.
“Is it not good?” you shyly question.
“The fuck? No! I mean, it’s good! Now, come here,” she sits on the edge of the bed. Her long limbs reach out to your shaft. She’s gently holding it with both of her hands, stroking up and down ever so slowly.
“See this?” she points your shaft up while also leaning herself down. “Your dick is literally longer than my face, just, wear it proud will ya?”
To be fair, she does have a small face. But hey, a compliment is a compliment nonetheless. “T-thank you,”
She chuckles. “You really act like a virgin, you know? Do you not have that many sex with your ex?” she spits on her hand before going back to slowly stroking your shaft.
The mention of her makes you tremble, but you exert your entire willpower to not be affected by it. Though, Sooin notices the shift in your mood right away.
“Ah,” she gasps as she looks up. “Sorry, didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything, let’s just get on with it shall we?” she releases her grip. She’s laying back down, then unbuckles her jeans before sliding it off.
You are greeted with the sight of a clean shaven pussy. She’s crazy beautiful, that’s a fact. You haven’t had the chance to truly enjoy the sight of her body in its naked splendor, so you spend approximately the next 2 minutes standing in silent appropriation—your dick is also standing out of respect.
“Y-you’re so pretty.”
She erupts in laughter. For a while. “... wait you serious?” for the very first time since you met her tonight, there’s a visible red hue on her cheeks.
Seeing her blushing makes you feel more confident. As if it’s her saying everything is okay. You brace yourself to do the deed, for real this time. You gently grab her feet and raise those up, kissing the toes alternately. She’s chuckling because of it. Then you slowly lower them off to your side, making her spread her legs. Her pussy are slowly opening itself to you, it’s very pretty in her color. You’d immediately jump to it if it wasn’t for her calling you. Well, there’s always next time.
“Hey, come here,” she’s waving you over to her face. You oblige.
Once you’re on top of her however, things start to progress in ways you would never expect.
Sooin’s face contorts in an inhuman manner, like a blackhole sucking everything and reduce it into nothingness. Her chest balloons out of control, stretching the skin until blood squirts everywhere. Her hair burns away, until the scalp is ruined. Her skin melts off until her bones are the only thing left. Everything about her is fading. Sooin is dissolving, only for Karina to suddenly take form. You look at her with horror. You’re stuck in place, right on top of whatever thing that is laying under your body right now. The unfolding of this whole scene is placing your entire mental state in utter desolation.
=
“Hello? Helloooo?” Sooin snaps her fingers several times under your unmoving body. Your body is stiff, almost like a statue. It’s been an uncomfortable amount of all this, whatever this is. Even someone of Sooin caliber is bound to be scared eventually.
“HELLOOOOO?!” she’s raising her body slightly to scream in your ear, to no avail.
Desperate, Sooin gets up from her lying position to slap the shit out of your face. The recoil of the slap is actually strong enough to knock you off the bed. The spot where her hand meets your cheek is bruised. It’s bleeding. You’re–quite literally–taken aback, sitting down there with a running breath.
“Uhm, you okay?” she hurriedly follows to check up on you, though still on the bed herself.
What the hell just happened? It feels like your whole body just factory resetted itself. You feel like you just think about something so horrifying, but all of a sudden there’s a force crashing into you, wherever it may come from. After that you gain conscience once again. You can’t even remember what you just think about. But you realize something, it’s that you no longer think about her. It is Sooin, only Sooin, who’s filling each and every neuron in your brain. For now at least.
“Sooin, what just happened?” you sincerely ask her.
In response, she sincerely smiles. Her eyes are much more tender than it was earlier in the night. “You had a nightmare? And I slapped you awake, literally,” she rests her head on her left palm while showing off her right.
You feel your cheek where it’s hot, then you see your fingers. It is indeed bleeding. The two of you chuckle, then out of nowhere Sooin snorted, which only intensified the laughter.
“Haaa~”
“Haaah~”
“Well, wanna continue? I’m still ready,” she says, swaying her tits as an invitation.
“Sure,” you get up from the floor, rejoining her on the bed. But before you top her like you did before, Sooin taps you on the chest.
“Might be better to take me from behind this time,” she winks at you, then positions herself on all fours. Ass up high with her head laying level on the sheet. She brings her hands backwards, spreading her ass cheeks. The puckered hole is delightfully fuckable.
You don’t say a word. The heavenly view in front of you is overwhelming enough. No need to struggle even further by saying useless things. More than anything though, your dick is harder than ever before. That’s statement enough.
“You sure about this?”
She peeps over her shoulder. “Dude, I’m a professional. You can trust me with it, come!” she says as she’s spreading her ass even more.
You just silently nod then prepare yourself for one of the sex of your life. You’ve never had anal before, so this is a completely new experience. It seems like she–as per usual–knows about that, so once again she encourages you.
“No need to worry, I’m very experienced there. Tuesday for me is anal day, so I’m always prepared, well, guess what day it is today.”
You nod once again, now, with an added knowledge that it’s okay, you start to compliment her hands. Putting yours on top of hers, to keep her ass stretched at all times. The anus gets more and more pink in color as time goes on. It’s honestly very interesting to watch. Not to mention, it looks really tender.
You lower your head to take a closer look at her asshole. The inside is twitching, and it looks so damn wet. When she said she’s prepared, she really meant it. You brace yourself before taking a sniff, and surprise surprise, it really doesn’t smell of anything bad. It even smells slightly pleasant actually. The combination of her musk, presumably the smell of the lube inside her ass, and her perfume, works in perfect harmony.
“Liking the view?” Sooin no longer spreads her asscheeks on her own, since you’re the one doing it after inspecting her ass for more time than you’d like to admit. She chuckles at your utter fascination towards her ass.
“Oh! Just so you don’t forget, before you fuck me there, use the lube I bring in my purse. The clear bottle one. You’re gonna need it, and I’m gonna be glad if you do.”
You obey her like a dog doing everything their owner told them to. You are the dog. Sooin is your owner. And her ass is your new favorite treat.
Your cock is slathered in lube now. All ready to go. You waste zero time getting on it right after she told you to. Now, the moment of truth. The penetration action.
You go balls deep right from the start. And it’s probably not the most optimal thing to do for the both of you. You two let out a muffled scream almost simultaneously, both due to pain.
She hits your stomach repeatedly. “Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuuuucckkkkk! You’re not supposed to go all the way in right away! Fuck! You-”
“Want me to pull it out?! I mean, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do okay?! Sorry!” you say as you pull out your cock as quickly as you put it in.
“Nonono sto-nngggghhhhh!” her ass lets out this weird almost-farting-sound as soon as your cock gets out. Sooin goes slump, lying flat on her stomach. Her legs, especially the quads, are trembling hard. You can’t see her face as it is covered by her hair, but her hands are fisting the sheet very hard.
You immediately think of the worst. “Sooin!” you shake her shoulder, placing your head right behind her ear.
“Stop it you fucker, I just came, let me savor the feeling,” she whispers in her weakest voice so far. Then you realize, your fucking penis is stuck on the bridge of her thighs, resisting against the surface of her pussy. No wonder she asked you to stop.
“Ah, sorry, again, it’s just,” you raise yourself to sit beside her.
“It’s alright, really. Just give me time to recover, okay honey?”
Honey.
It’s the nickname Karina loved the most. What a pathetic man you are. You just penetrated another woman’s ass, and you still think about her? Do you need another slap? Or even, a gun to your head?
Then you feel a warm touch on the back of your hand. It’s Sooin. Her delicate fingers are enveloping your hand.
“Hey, u okay?” she’s looking at you. Her body hasn’t moved—safe for the head—, but she goes out of her way just to once again bring comfort to you. Truly, what have you ever done for her to receive this much care and affection?
You cry. Genuinely cry. You feel loved, again. Even though you know you shouldn’t. But, just for the moment, you would like to savor the feeling.
You gently grab her fingers to give it a smooch. Then you lay right beside her before raising her limp body up and put her in your arms. You’re now cuddling her from behind. She’s giggling underneath all that hair. Her little giggle feels so homey. Her hair smells like a flower field bathed in warm sunlight. Her entire self feels so small within your grasp.
“Bit romantic now, are we?” she weakly states.
“Yeah, you gave me massive feels,” you kiss her behind the neck.
“Yeah? Well you gave me massive cock. That damn thing is still as hard as a rock.”
You laugh. Your cock is indeed still in full mast, pressed between her buttocks and your abs. She snuggles against your arm.
“I…, I’m sorry I had to say this, but I feel like such an idiot for still clinging on to my memories.”
“... go on.”
You shift your head closer to her, now practically glued to her neck. “I’m just weak…, even after everything you’ve done to help me. I’m sorry,” you sob once again.
Sooin quickly turn around to face your crying self. She very gently puts her arm around you and pull herself closer. You’re now snuggling against her chest. It feels nice and warm, in a loving way. She holds your head in her embrace until you stop crying.
“Are you finished?” she asks quietly. You only nod to it.
“Now can you get up for me?” she raises herself first then pats you on the shoulder.
You slowly get up to sit. She’s sitting cross legged in front of you. You then immediately feel a hand crashing onto your cheek, on the side that hasn’t been slapped before. You look at the girl in front of you confusingly, though deep down you kind of understand where that’s coming from.
“That’s for being an idiot,” then she hugs you very tightly. “And this is for being weak. Stop that, just, stop.”
You can’t lie anymore in front of her. A concrete proof of that is how painfully hard your dick is right now.
She hugs you for some moment. Once your tip makes contact with her however, she starts laughing. “The little guy wanna continue?”
You follow her laugh. “Sure.”
A french kiss ensued. Aimer à la folie.
You push her down. Guiding her hands up to the sides of her head, interlocking fingers to trap her. You shift your mouth lower, welcoming her standing nipples. Sucking those brown candy produces a melodious moan, it’s awesome. She forces her hands down, but your grip is far stronger. You drag your tongue down until eventually you see her clit. Only then you release her fingers, to which she immediately grabs your head.
Suckling the little pink pearl gets you a hair pull. You invade the territory inside her pussy, she’s warm down there, and delicious. You use your hands to grab the inside of her thighs and spread her legs apart. Being longer than it seems, she chooses to circle your head instead.
Minutes ahead, you have to forcefully free yourself from her clamping legs. Making out with her pussy is nice, but that’s not the end goal. There is another hole that is waiting to be filled once again.
You look up to her to see she’s still lost in the world of pleasure. Proceed it is. You move your hands to grab the cheeks and spread it out. It opens wider than the first time, probably because of the penetration beforehand.
You search around the bed for the lube you tossed somewhere before, it’s beside the pillow above her head. You grab it, soak your dick with it, all because you believe in one thing. “The dildo of consequences rarely arrives lubed.” Don’t ask why that’s the thing that comes to your mind.
You pat her ass before inserting your dick once again. She notices this time, looking at you with a drowsy eye. “I’m going in again. Ready?”
She weakly nods. “Go slowly this time,” she says as she raises her thighs close to her body to then hug her own knees. Effectively folding herself.
You lean forward to kiss her forehead. A reassurance for not-being-stupid-again is much needed.
You hold your shaft with your right hand, while your left is holding her ass open. Slowly, you move forward. Your tip is sticking onto her puckered hole, it still feels as tender, if not more. The self control to not slam your hips forward is not a thing to be underestimated. Every single cell in your body is screaming for you to do exactly that, but your brain keeps holding you back. A mutual satisfaction is infinitely more important than your own. As you slowly go inch by inch, Sooin’s holding your forearm. Her face winces. Even as an experienced person, she still struggles in the first–technically second–penetration.
Takes a lot of patience and eye contact before you’re finally all the way inside her anus. Now that you have the chance to be inside for longer, the sensation could send you all the way to heaven then back to earth for at least two ways around. Her walls massage you with this soft pinpointed pressure towards all your pleasure spots. It radiates a warmth that matches the sensation of sitting in front of a fireplace in the middle of winter. The way her ass throbs makes it seem like she has molded her insides to fit your cock perfectly.
You’re not sure if she’s feeling the same way or not, so you lean down to ask her what’s up. Her face is surprisingly calmer than when you first enter her. “You good?”
She looks at you with an alluring eye. Then she grabs your jaw to give your lips a peck. “Fuck me, cowboy.”
You smile. “Yeehaw.”
Your hands grab her waist. Bracing her for what’s to come. You retract your hips along with your dick slowly. Letting her feel all your veins, the bumps, and everything in between. She groans all the way through. There’s an audible ‘pop’ when the head is halfway out, then you clench your glutes and hamstrings before slamming your hips forward with every ounce of your strength. You instantly break her. Her body goes stiff, also goes with the face of hers that is frozen in motion. Her neck is stretched from her looking up and away, you can see her elongated neck is stiffening. Her mouth is wide agape–not as wide as her ass–without letting out a leak of a voice. Her eyes are rolled back, leaving only whites in color. Best part of everything, her pussy is squirting.
You repeat the process. Slowly retracting, then slamming back in as hard as you possibly can. Her body jerks every time you do it. You go faster and somehow harder for each repetition. The heat her ass produces is only getting more and more intense. You have to give yourself a break to prevent premature ejaculation. You slam into her one last time before slowly getting out.
Sooin lets out an unholy moan from deep within her throat once your cock is released from her clenching ass. It’s like the lust within her soul is fully unlocked with how deep that grunt sounds. In accordance, her ass also emits the filthiest squelch ever as it loses hold of your throbbing cock. On the contrary, her face looks like she just entered paradise.
“Earth to Sooin, are you okay?” you ask in a not-so-much-better-state yourself.
Still in an expression of bliss, she answers shakily. “Boy you can really fuck, that was so fucking awesome.”
You go down to kiss her. “Can you stand up? Err, actually, nevermind. Can you roll around instead?”
She opens her eyes fully, looking at you in confusion. “Okay? … Like this?”
Sooin is lying face down now, her legs are still folded underneath, her arms are supporting from her sides. Her ass is gaped and leaking.
“Yep,” you get off the bed then reach under her arm. You gently raise her body until she’s half sitting, then you go ahead and hook your arms under her knees, then you yank her up as you stand beside the bed. She’s folded in your hold, limbs locked and unable to move.
“Whoa, whoa!” she shrieks. That’s the only thing she can do right now.
You hold her in place with your right hand circling her leg, using your left to fish out your cock–it was trapped between her back and your stomach–and aim it back into her ass. With little assistance from your left hand, you roll your hips forward and up, and voila! Your dick is back into her ass. Sooin moans and throws her head backward, resting it on your right shoulder. Your left hand goes back into supporting her weight, now each hands hold the respective underside of her knees. You prime her up with the first rocking motion that lodged your dick far up into the anus.
The gravity is working in your favor. It pulls Sooin down as you thrust your cock up. The full nelson position rewards you with the deepest possible penetration. Sooin is reduced to a moany, whiny mess within your grasp–and your heavy thrusting. As she said it herself mere minutes ago, it feels so fucking awesome. This position gives you the maddest sensation ever, but it also takes quite a lot of toll. You can’t hold it for long. So, you resort to giving her the nastiest pounding ever in her suspended position before your body gives out. You break the limits of your own body for at least 8 minutes, preferably also breaking hers too–she’s squirting uncontrollably.
She whimpers in your ears for the whole duration. When you can no longer feel anything from below your waist, that’s the sign for you to stop.
“Fuck!” you shout in the middle of her wails. You slowly bring her forward and down to the bed. You rest on her back. Catching your breaths while your dick is still balls deep and throbbing inside. Everything is sweaty and sticky. You’re close.
You kiss the line of her spine before rising up. You can barely feel your feet on the floor. It feels like you’re flying right now, literally. Sooin in front of you is lying on her stomach, with her hips turned out, knees bent and spread wide, almost resembling a frog. A frog with a cock in the ass.
You go slightly forward and grab her shoulders. Her shoulders work as a handle as you hammer your cock down into her anus. A clapping sound of your hips crashing with her ass is reverberating around the room. The bed sheets might be forever ruined with all the liquids the two of you are producing.
Your balls are tightening, your dick is impossibly swelling inside her. She only groans harder as a response. “FUCK!” you go as deep as you can.
“AAGHHH!” she screams as jets of cum pour straight into her ass. She can feel the heat of your cum quickly coating the entirety of her anal walls. The warm sensation feels like nothing she has ever felt before. Her mind goes blank as she’s squirting the biggest so far. You unload quite a lot too. Even with her tight ring hugging your penis like a vice, it couldn’t fully contain the sheer volume of the shooting liquid. Your cum leaks, dripping onto the soaking pussy below.
You literally feel your life leaving your body as you unload yourself into her ass. Your vision fully goes white, all with a ringing in your ears. Your body goes stiff as your balls empty itself. Once everything is out, you slump and crash forward, unconsciously pinning her down. You both are out for some time.
=
When you come around, you see that you’re already laying on your back with your legs hanging on the edge. Sooin is nowhere to be found. How long did you pass out?
Raising your damn body feels so hard. Feels like it is three times heavier than normal. You have to exert everything you got just to sit up. “Sooin?”
There’s a pause before you hear an answer. “Yeah?!” it’s coming from the bathroom, sounds like the door isn’t even closed.
You chuckle to yourself. Trying to get up was hard, all the more so for standing. You give up on even trying for it, you can’t feel your legs after all. How the hell can Sooin even go to the bathroom? Then you hear a flush. She is slowly crawling back to the bed. Ah. So that’s how.
You chuckle one more time seeing this silly girl and her behavior. She goes to the couch instead of the bed.
“What?!” she barks, annoyed.
“No, it’s just, yea, I was wondering about the logistics, since I can’t even feel my legs, but then you come in and the question answers itself, heheh.”
“Oh fuck you. You ruined my ass, my legs, really basically everything below my stomach,” she’s climbing the couch, with much difficulty.
“Sorry. Does it hurt?”
“Yes!” she’s sitting facing you now. “But I don’t mind it that much,” she continues after hugging her knees, hiding her face in it.
Her face is hidden, yes, but you can feel her blushing as clear as how you should be forgetting about your ex. Ah, there she comes again. Wait, you’re not feeling anything?
You laugh. It sounds like how Shrek is finally accepting her ogre self. Total freedom.
“What part of that was funny you idiot?” she shoots you an angry face. Not hiding now.
“No, no, haaah,” you lean back, supporting your weight with an arm on both sides. The bed sheet is completely drenched. “You ever heard the phrase ‘sex so good it changed their life’?”
Her angry face turns to that of curiosity. “No? I mean, kinda?” she tilts her head slightly right.
A. N. : this is the result of a prompt event that was hosted by the cuties @jmuns-kpop & @azelfty! If you haven't already, go check out their blogs~ (needless to say they each have amazing stories there)
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Selamat : adj. Congratulations; Safe
Tinggal : adj. Stay; Left(behind)
When you put the two together, the meaning transforms in a literal manner to a way of saying “Good Bye.”
But, honestly, is there ever a good in any bye(s)?
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The sun is scorching hot. Some would probably say Bali is a heaven of a destination, and that might probably be true in a lot of sense. But for you who’s been living there for your entire life, you would probably argue that any other place is a better place than the one you’re at.
Heat makes you stupid. Literally. It slows down your brain. Hinders your bodily functions. Which are not the things you would exactly prefer when you’re doing the work of at least five men today.
As a pig farmer, you’re not really expected to work in cool places anyway. Farms are hot, stuffy, and really just borderline uncomfortable. But you endured. To be fair, you can be called lucky for having this job. The economy has been on a steady downfall for the past few years now. The slump from COVID, and the absolute shite of this new regime of government in Indonesia, have only been doing bad things towards the workers class.
Again, you’re lucky to be able to work at all. The unemployment rate is at an all time high. Prices are skyrocketing. Wages on the other hand, is at a steady decrease. That being said, it doesn’t mean that you can’t complain about having such a shitty day at your job today.
Shitty day. Pigs eat trash. Literal trash. It doesn't mean that farmers would deliberately give them trash for their meal every day, it’s just that these animals' appetites are so bottomless that they would eat everything they can set their eyes upon. Normally, your job is only to count things. Yes, as a bachelor of Economy, you’re tasked to manage the financial aspect of the whole farm. But most business owners in the country are the type who want maximum profit for minimum cost, which means doubling jobs is a common occurrence here. The farm owner you work for isn’t an exception. Today, your job is quadrupling.
The one in charge of cleaning the site, feeding the pigs, and managing the meatstocks are usually different people. Somehow, someway, in this very miraculously unsuspicious manner, they are all absent for the day. Needless to say, your job today is to handle all of those, on top of your own.
“I never fucking signed up for this,” you wipe the beads of sweat off your forehead. You’ve been cleaning the farm for almost an hour now. Which you now know, is not the wisest thing to do at literal noon. If you weren’t already conditioned to the smell of a pig farm, you would probably have fainted since the first time you entered the place.
“Rude 이랬다저랬다, no rule 꽤나 뻔뻔한 attitude (I'm not bad) You can't make me act right Rude I don't care, 이게 나라구 아무렇게나 추는 춤 (따라 해) You can't make me act right”
The energetic beat of this newly released song from Hearts2Hearts, titled RUDE!, is blasting off your SONY WF-1000XM6 Wireless Noise Cancelling Earbuds.
You smile a bitter smile. The voice is crisp, clear, and oh so harmonious to your ears. No, it’s not because you’re wearing the state of the art earbuds(even though you are), rather it’s because you heard a familiar voice. A voice that belongs to a woman you knew, an acquaintance, you would probably go as far as saying she’s a friend. It’s the voice of Carmen. She sounds as powerful as she ever was in this song. A tear slowly forms on the corner of your eyes.
The whole discography of Hearts2Hearts played out in a heartbeat. They’re a new group, so there really isn’t that much song as of now. But, of all the songs that they do have, it all sounds good. At least for you that is. You don’t even know if they actually are that good, or is it just your particular feelings towards Carmen that makes the song good.
You knew Carmen back when you’re still in high school. She’s a fleeting passage. A presence so mystifying that you’re not entirely sure whether she was actually real or not. She enrolled in the same school as yours for only the first year before dropping out and going radio silent. To be fair, the time when this happened was in the middle of the pandemic. So you wouldn’t know much about people of your age in there anyway. But, Carmen was not just any person.
–
The first time you ever heard her name was when the class was doing its first ever roll call. Her student’s ID is right above yours, so naturally you got to know something about her—albeit only her name at the time. On that same day, you decided to chat with her. If you were to be asked why? You’re not sure. You just felt that you and her would have a good chemistry in some way.
Artman : hi
Carmen : hi. Who is this?
Artman : im the person right next to your students ID. Teacher called my name in first period, you happen to be right before me so..., nice to meet you. Save my number?
Carmen : ah! nice to meet you too. okeyyy
It started off like that. If you went back to the past to tell this little guy in his first year of high school that this friend of his would become one of the biggest rising stars in the K-Pop world, that little guy would probably laugh it off and call you delusional.
–
“I cannot focus on anything but you, baby I cannot focus on anything but you 초점 뒤의 흐릿한 반투명한 my view, baby I cannot focus on anything, on anyone, but you”
You whistle to the melody. Being lost in their songs is a good way to forget the fact that you are currently scraping off pig’s manure from the flooring of the farm.
“Wait a damn minute,” you raise your head and pinch your eyes in order to remember something.
“I cannot focus-”
“SHIT!” you shout, unironically standing beside a pile of shit.
“IT’S HARVESTING DAY TOMORROW!” you hurry to the main office of the farm. “How can I fucking forget that its already November whatthefuck,” you mumble as you open the sales logbook.
Harvesting day for a pig farm really means to sell pigs that are deemed ready to supply the market’s demands. The larger a farm is, the more often the sales become, since pigs are generally marketable in every age they’re in. The farm you’re working with is, however, not that big of a farm, so you really only have to account for pigs that are ready for slaughter—6-8 months old, weighing around 100-130kg.
Despite the farm being only adequately sized, the nature of the Balinese people to have so many holidays in a year makes it so that the sales of the pigs are still frequent enough to be called ‘busy’. The busiest day is still the same as it is anywhere else internationally. That is, during Christmas and New Year.
You jot down the number of the pigs that are available for December. There’s quite a lot of them currently, even you are amazed by the number of possible sales in the coming month.
“Alright, phew, now to send it to J-mon, my favorite boss. Man that guy must be stoked to see this number,” you say before reporting the numbers in the book to the owner of the farm. You’re honestly expecting a hefty bonus for this amount of pigs.
J-mon : thats nice. We’re selling a lot this year.
Artman : I know right? Meaning, a lot of bonus too, right?
J-mon : haha. No.
You laugh behind the screen. You know your boss is joking, he’s that kind of guy. He’s actually pretty chill, but the best thing about him is that he’s a fair person. Always compensates his workers as much as they have worked. You’d put him in a higher regard if only he knew the limit of a human body–which apparently, he doesn’t.
Then you close the chatbox.
By sheer accident, your hand slides across the archived message that you’ve kept hidden for the last three years. You accidentally open that chat again.
Carmen : I’ll be going for god knows how long. Probably wont return to school.
Carmen : Good bye
You take a good five seconds fixating on her messages. It is the last remnant of her trace in your life. After that message, She was never seen, heard, or really showed anything at all. Radio silence, for approximately three years. It was a scary experience to suddenly have her disappear from the face of the earth. You thought something bad happened. You couldn’t get any clearance on her. Not even her family knew what was going on. Until suddenly, last year, her face emerged once again. Carmen, a Balinese girl, a girl you befriended in highschool, a member of Hearts2Hearts, a K-Pop idol.
Good bye.
What the fuck is good about this?
You almost threw your phone into the bucket of pigs feed, but your self control got in the way. You can only smile in defeat. Your whole body feels weak—completely separate from the fact that you just did four men's work for half the day—so weak that you feel like you’re about to pass out in that farm’s office.
You try to be reasonable. Reason to yourself. Try to understand the things she must have gone through, for her to become an idol. It doesn’t happen overnight. Three long years in the making. Presumably, three long years of complete suffering and isolation. She must have had her own reason(s). But then again, so do you.
You miss her. Is that not reason enough?
--
December has come sooner than later. Your body gets more and more beat up these past few weeks. As it turns out, two of the workers in the farm have resigned without doing so much of a notice. J-mon couldn’t find a replacement soon enough for the year, so the remaining workers have to put up with the amount of extra work they have until the new year. That is, double the amount for every-single-day.
“Fuck! I’m beat,” you slump on the floor in the farm’s office. The sun is almost set, you just finished your day’s work.
“Tell me about it man, good God,” the man stretching his limbs beside you is the other remaining worker, Azel. He’s your senior. A bit of a strict person, but he’s still a cool guy to hang around with.
“So tell me, how is it even possible to finish bachelor’s degree in only two years? Isn’t Economy like, one of the hardest majors? How?” he asks.
You giggle, still lying on the floor. “This again? Seriously? I told you many times that you just have to completely dedicate yourself into studying, everything else will follow.”
“Yeah, well, you always give that same answer as well.”
“Cuz that’s how I did it!” you laugh, he smirks in appreciation.
“Y’see, it’s my little brother actually. He’s graduating high school soon, and he’s been pestering me nonstop with these questions about university and whatnot. I mean, what can I say? I didn’t even finish high school for crying out loud!”
You don’t want to laugh. Might be his way to cope, a self deprecating joke. But then again, when the man himself elbows you in the stomach, what other reaction can you give other than a sincere laugh?
You raise your body to sit straight up. “You didn’t finish high school?”
“Yep. I don’t mind it that much. Family needed something, and I was the only one capable, long story short, here I am, overworking my ass off in this pig farm along with this Bachelor’s degree of Economics of a man! Life is great!”
Okay. You’re not sure if he’s being sarcastic or genuine. Well, either way, as long as he vibes. You laugh it off.
The faint pulse of your memory with someone who also didn’t finish her high school is successfully buried, again. Or at least that’s what you’d say if he were to ask about it.
You pack your things up after a bit more banter with him. You excuse yourself first, leaving him alone to do a bit more cleaning up in the main office.
The way home after a work day is always surreal. The world slows down, it feels serene. Even through the insane traffic of these Bali roads, you’d still take it without a complaint. Why? It’s the sunset. The warm light bathing your entire being for the whole time you’re on the road. The same golden sky you once enjoyed with her.
--
Artman : Finals were insanely hard right? Much different than the one in SMP(junior high). SMA(senior high) is truly something else!
Carmen : it is indeed very difficult. But stop it with that, ur exaggerating the hell out of it. I mean u ranked first for crying out loud
Artman : uhmmm, that may or may not be a lucky shot. A hail mary, if ur familiar with it
Carmen : yeyeye sure
Artman : anw, ure not so bad urself! U rank third!
Carmen : u do know i will take that as an insult right?
Artman : 100%
Artman : try to take my place princess
Carmen : WKWKWKWK
Artman : wkwkwwk
Artman : well, anyway, holiday is right around the corner! U free this Christmas Eve?
Carmen : hmmm, sure
You’re surprised by how easy it is to ask her out for the date. To be fair, she probably didn’t think much of it–of you. For the entire year the two of you were freshmen, you regularly chatted with her. You’ve also met her several times before, although it was always school related. This was your first time doing an outing with her for no other reason than your invite. Honestly? The butterflies in your stomach were rapidly increasing.
It was 24th December 2021. The weather that day was spectacular, despite it being a rainy season. The sun was glowing warm. The air was breezing cool. The whole earth in itself felt like it was already in an agreement to make your first hang out with Carmen be the best day of your life, hopefully hers too.
Little did you know, that day would also prove to become the last day you spent your time together with her.
“Hey!” she waved at you from across the street. She’s wearing this knee length dress in a light brown color, paired with a flowery patterned white cardigan draping over her shoulder. The dress politely accentuates her figure while the cardigan also adds up to how ‘light’ she looked. Her dark brown-ish hair flowed gently over her shoulder, it looked silky smooth and shiny. She wasn’t wearing her usual big round thick glasses, instead, she wore chic square framed glasses that boosted up her cuteness by several levels. Though, being as near sighted as she was, the lenses in those glasses were still comically thick.
Her little wave—completely contrary to the fact that her hands are bigger than her head, her slender fingers could literally cover her whole face—was so cute that you had to repeatedly smack yourself within your imagination to avoid losing control of your own reality.
You came up to her to return the greeting. She suddenly gave you a high five.
“Cheer up! For someone asking me to spend my time with you, you seem awfully full of yourself~”
“Ah-” thank God she noticed. Otherwise you would just spend the entire day thinking about scenarios of you together with her. Specifically, in the far future part of your life, and hers. “-Sorry!”
She giggled, covering her tiny mouth with that impossibly large hand. “No, no, don’t be. You look quite cute while overthinking.”
You unknowingly blushed. She giggled even harder.
“Alright, alright. Huft. So, the agenda today is simple. Aquarium this afternoon, then sunset at the beach. How does that sound?”
“Sounds lovely,” she smiled. She no longer covered her mouth with her hands, so you could see how she’s smiling from upclose. Perhaps, the sunset in Bali has lost its placeholder as the wonders of the world.
Carmen tailed you for the entire trip in the aquarium. Fish is a big part of your childhood, though you’d still prefer a zoo over it. You were saving the zoo for the next outing, so the fishes would have to suffice for the time being.
You entered the middle part of the aquarium when all of a sudden Carmen grasped your palms from behind. Interlocking her fingers with yours. Weirdly, her palms were cold, and a bit sweaty.
“Are you okay?” you looked back. You tried your best to sound nonchalant throughout.
“Y-yeah! It’s just that, uhm, it’s a bit dark here,” she tried to smile, but her failing to do so only made it infinitely cuter.
You ended up gripping her hands tighter. You gave her a reassuring smile before looking ahead. Jokingly, you said “Relax. The fish won’t jump out of the glass.”
The girl behind you was muffling a laugh, though her hands were still getting colder. “It’s not the fish that I’m afraid of, idiot.”
“Heh, rude!” you took another glance at her. For a very brief moment, there’s an indescribable sadness unveiled behind that awkward smile. Is she hiding something?
The two of you strolled the remaining parts of the aquarium at a pace much quicker than before. It was still a little past 3pm when you got out. She finally exhaled freely once she’s outside the dark place.
“Gosh, what a trip,” she was panting. Her body slumped forward with her hands resting on the knees. Fuck, this was a massive error on your part.
You gulped. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know you’d hate places like this-”
She pointed her right palm at you. “Stop. Don’t be, if anything, it’s my fault for not letting you know prior to this,” she looked up. Were her eyes always this innocently cute-looking? “So, I’m sorry.”
You laughed at it. It’s not that you found her apology funny, it’s just the fact that you also never really like aquariums in the first place. You just randomly decided that she’d love it, without ever consulting her first. What a joy it was to find out that in the end, you both equally disliked it.
She looked at you confused. “Is something funny?” still with her panting breath.
“No! no no no, it’s just, yea, nothing. Let’s just do something else next time, okay?”
She raised her right eyebrows. “Next time?”
You also did the same thing. “Yep, do something else?”
The both of you erupted in laughter.
You moved to the beach soon after. It wasn’t that far, in fact, not far at all. Only 30 or so minutes with the bike you were riding. You joked about everything with Carmen sitting behind you.
“Here we are,” you exclaimed as you parked your bike beneath a tree.
“Yea I can see it, I happen to also have a pair of eyes, see?” she pointed at her own two eyes.
“Well yeah, but, aren’t you like, legally blind in those?”
“That's so rude!” she slapped you on the chest.
Despite her doing that as a joke, you’d lie to yourself if you say it wasn’t a bit painful. Big hands do make a difference huh? Who would’ve thought. As a man though, you would never admit to that, so you just laughed it off like any other man would.
You grabbed her hand once again. This time though, it wasn’t her initiating it. “Come! I know a place!” you said as you pulled her along. Carmen, without you knowing, was blushing really hard behind.
The place you’re talking about is a random hut placed on top of a hill just on the NorthWest side of the ocean. The way up hasn't really been explored by tourists—which is a rarity in Bali—so it was rather hard to path. Your act of holding her hands earlier was largely due to the rather difficult terrain. Though you wouldn’t pass up on the chance to do it whatsoever.
“Ta-dah!” you gestured a ‘giving a gift’ motion once you arrived at the hut. As expected, it’s empty. There were monkeys around, but that didn’t count.
“I would rather not know how you even stumbled upon this place,” she said as she scrutinized the place. She looked a bit worried.
“My dad showed me! About two, maybe three years ago? I’m honestly surprised it hasn’t changed much.”
“Hm. the place has seen better days, that’s for sure.”
“Alright, alright, enough of that. Come here!” you patted the spot right beside where you were sitting.
“You do know that’s like creepy af, right?”
“I am 100% self conscious.”
“Hah. What a weirdo,” she said while approaching the spot you initially touched. She gave herself about a palm length of distance from your position. Honestly, it wasn’t that much of a space. Her cardigan still grazed your arm every so often.
There was a silence between you and her. The sun was getting lower and lower on the horizon. The wind was getting rougher, and noisier. The birds were chirping, completed with an occasional whoops from the monkeys around. It was honestly quite festive for a place with no humans other than you two, but somehow it was the most peaceful scene you’ve ever experienced in your life.
Feeling brave, you asked her a question. A question you will remember for the rest of your life. "Do you have a dream, Carmen?"
You glanced at the girl to your left. Her body glowed under the overwhelming golden hue from the warming sun. Carmen was smiling, giggling even, but why did it look so sad? Carmen’s eyes were fixated on the golden sky. They were glassy, too. Was she crying?
Your hand moved to grasp her shoulder. You were about to say something, but she opened her mouth first.
“Thank you,” her words tasted bitter somehow. Like she had replayed those same exact words over and over again until it had lost its taste.
Your hand stopped in the air, your fingers retracted itself. You waited for a while to respond. “What?”
She looked at you right then. A singular tear dropped and flowed through her cheek. She was smiling, but her lips were visibly quivering. You could also see the way her shoulders trembled when she tried to open her mouth again.
“I said, thank you!” she bit her bottom lips. Her pupils moved rapidly to avoid a lock into your gaze. She failed, there was a split second of her stare catching yours. Then she mightily turned her head down, hiding her face with her long hair. Droplets of tears were wetting her dress.
You couldn’t react. You didn’t know how to. What were you even supposed to do in this situation? Carmen was crying. After all the things that have happened today. All the smiles, all the jokes, all the stares, everything. Why was she crying? Did you do anything wrong? If so, what did you even do? You couldn’t comprehend it at all.
“You’re welcome?” you gently held her shoulder.
Carmen cried even harder.
--
The golden sky always reminds you of that scene. The last time you've seen her. The image of Carmen broken down, helplessly crying beside you. And you sitting beside her, unable to do a single thing to calm her down.
Honestly, it’s fucking painful. Probably it is your fault. For not being able to understand her at the time. But then again, you’re not that selfish of a man to prevent her from pursuing a life of her dreams. Who knows how long she’s been wanting to become an idol.
In the end, your only solace is knowing that she might have suffered the same pain as you had, and probably more. That’s all you could ever hang on to, the baseless thinking of you still having this connection with her. It’s evil. You realize that. To wish pain and suffering to someone you love is never a thing a kind person would do.
But you know your limits. You know the way of the world. You know how unfair it may become. You know the sheer absurdity of you still thinking about her. Still thinking that you have a chance with her. Still hurting every single time you hear her voice in their songs. But what can you do?
“There, there,” you assist your drunken friend in sobering up inside the bar’s toilet by patting her on the back.
You first met Jiwoo in a cafe on the far corner of the city. She’s cute. That’s your first thought. Being the gentleman—another word for : dumb—that you were, you approached her seat and told her a single sentence.
“Hey, sorry for interrupting your, thing, but I just wanna say that you are very, very pretty.”
She was drowned in what she was doing that she didn’t realize at all that there was already a man standing right in front of her. She looked a bit startled when she looked up to see you there. Standing and smiling as politely as you possibly could. She didn’t react to the compliment whatsoever, so just in case you were being rude, you bowed and cowed.
“Fucking hell what am I even thinking there. Could’ve been called out for being a pervert or something, jeez. Me and my impulsive ass,” just when you cursed yourself while facing away from her, you suddenly felt a light touch on your lower back. It’s safe to say that your goose was bumps(ed).
Your body trembled as you tried your hardest to turn around once again instead of running away from that cafe and burying your own body alive. “Y-yes..?”
“You can’t just say something like that and run away, you know? What do you think I am, an animal? Anyway,” she handed out her right hand, expecting a handshake. “I’m Jiwoo.”
“What the hell?” you pondered.
“Uh, yeah, uhm, nice to meet you, Jiwoo...?” you said, still in confusion.
“...That’s it?”
“Yeah? What do you mean ‘that’s it?’ Am I being rude or something?”
“Well, not really, but, it’s me! Jiwoo! The leader of the hottest girl group right now, Hearts2Hearts! You must be shitting me right now, stop the act!”
Your already furrowing eyebrows were furrowing even deeper. “Respectfully, also seriously, what in the hell are you talking about?!”
What the hell is Hearts2Hearts? A girl group? The hottest? Well, to be fair, it’s no understatement to say that she was indeed the prettiest girl you’ve ever laid your eyes upon. But what the hell was that attitude?
=
Fast forward to now, a little more than a year after your encounter with Jiwoo. You and her are good friends now. Nothing more, nothing less.
“I still remember the time we were in that cafe and you suddenly came up to me and say I was pretty,” she giggles with a shot of soju in her hold, the first of many.
“And I too remember the way you were being so weird about it,” you shake your head lightly.
“Well excuse me would you?! I was incredibly stressed right then. Me debuting, the immense pressure of being an idol, insane training regimen, and so on. You being oblivious just so happened to trigger something deep within myself. How would I know that you actually have no idea about who I am? Hahahah! Sorry. That feeling of being on top of the world is really intoxicating sometimes,” she downs that shot. Her face is as straight as it could be as she pours another.
“Miss number one in the world, I humbly apologize for living in another world.”
She raises her fist with a threatening air around her, of course paired with an ominous face. You shrug her off with a laugh—nervously, she’s the type to punch unprompted. Thankfully, she laughs instead.
“Don’t be. I think I said it multiple times that I enjoy it. You know? Not being gawked at. Not being considered as a ‘friend’ just because I’m an idol. Thank you,” she downs another shot, still pouring another after.
“Honestly I don’t care either way. You’re cool. Though you might benefit from learning about anger management. Just saying.”
She punches you for real now. Right in your Adam's apple too, of all places. Almost knocked the wind out of you.
“Shit! I’m sorry!” she immediately cradles your neck once she lands the punch. Hoping it would offer you any sense of comfort—moreso about not wanting you to punch her in return.
You cough for minutes in succession, still with her palms enveloping your probably bruised neck. Any stranger that sees this would probably think that you just got punched by some random drunk. They don’t know any better, probably for the best. Wouldn’t want to tarnish her idol image right then and there.
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you say in between your coughs, signaling her to release her grab on your neck.
She nervously laughed it off. “You won’t take any revenge right...?”
Now it’s your turn to laugh. Of course not.
“Prepare yourself,” your shortcoming precaution before you flick her on the forehead right after. The night continues with warm laughter and a soothing atmosphere. That is, until she’s vomiting rainbows out her stomach after downing an entire bottle of soju.
=
“You good?” you ask the girl to your left whose hand is wrapped across your shoulder just to prevent her from falling down.
“Ssshhhhhh. Just, just take me back to my dorm.”
“Alright, just hang on for a sec I’ll call the members.”
“What? Are you serious? Two whole days?! Damn. I mean, well, enjoy your break I guess. Yeah, okay, I will. Take care Carmen, say my greetings to all the others. Alright, bye bye.”
“Yeah as it seems like you’ll be spending your time alone in ther- Jiwoo!”
=
“Ungh... Fuck, my head is fucking spinning. Carmeeeen! Helloo?”
“Yo,” you suddenly appear beside her. Jiwoo is holding her head so she can't see that you are laying on the floor right next to her bed. It scares the bejeebuz out of her.
“Fucking hell you almost gave me a heart attack,” she says after screaming her lungs out.
“Likewise, was there a need to scream like that? Jeez.”
“Yes? Yes! Was there a need for you to be here?!” she raises her voice as she rises up.
“Ah,” you chuckle. “You passed out, so you might not remember. But all the members are having a vacation on an island, you’re left alone for the next two days or so. Carmen personally asked me to take care of you after I told her you were drinking, she must’ve known you’re a bad drunk. So, here I am,” you stretch your arm with the palms facing her. Showing that you should not be considered a threat.
She looks down and palms her own forehead. “Seriously? Huft. Leaving their leader just like that, what the hell,” suddenly she sounds incredibly sad.
You gently grab her left shoulder with your right hand, giving her a firm and hopefully encouraging shake on it.
She puts her hand on top of your grabbing hand. Jiwoo looks at you with her doe-eyed innocence. A rarity in her personality. “Be honest to me, am I a bad leader?”
It takes a tremendous amount of self control to not laugh at that question. You shouldn’t laugh, not when she’s showing you her vulnerable side. And so you muster your strength to answer her in all honesty. “Yes.”
Her already gloomy face turns even darker. Her lips curve downward. Her eyes are watery. She’s about to cry.
“But, I don’t really see how you should be good anyway.”
“?” she tilts her head. Her eyes are still watery, but it’s also filled with curiosity now.
“I mean, even as a leader, it’s okay to be ‘bad’ you know? I know the pressure is insane and all that, but you’re still a human first and foremost, not a machine. You can’t perform your best all the time every time, so, chill out a bit. And also, you’re not a leader when you’re with me, just a person, a friend. So please, be as bad as you want to be around me, I believe that you can trust me.”
She finally smiles as her face slowly lights up. “Heh. Since when did you become this cool?”
You sincerely smile back. “I’m always cool,” you puff your chest with both of your hands now resting on your hips. She faintly laughs.
The air in the room feels warm and lovely. You enjoy her laugh, probably just as much as she enjoys your presence. The laugh is soon replaced by a short moment of silence. Of you and her catching breath. You are just about to stand up when you suddenly feel a weight crushing your body from upfront, followed by warmth and comfort. Jiwoo is hugging you.
You’re taken aback. She’s never behaved like this before. To act like you two are more than a friend. Honestly, you are confused. Should you just let it be? Let her do as she pleases for now? Should you stop her from proceeding? No, it’s not about her at all actually. It’s about yourself. You are afraid of the possibility of thinking about her as more than a friend.
“Jiwoo-”
“Shh,” she’s hugging you even tighter.
Your conscience is at war, all while she digs deeper and deeper into your chest.
Eventually, you give up. You convince yourself that it’s okay to just let it ride. Slowly, your hands move up. Your fingers weave through the strands of her hair from below, parking right behind her ear. Her body heats up nicely against yours. She smells nice—much to your favor, your brain blocked the smell of alcohol.
“Jiwoo,” you whisper to her, now also gently rubbing her hair. “Hey.”
She still snuggles, not saying a word.
“Look at you, are you a cat or something?” you try sneaking a giggle in.
She giggles, finally a sound comes out. “And if I am? You did say that I can become anything as long as you’re around.”
“I don’t mind. It’s just that, are you sure-”
“Yes. Yes I am. Don’t make me change my mind,” she raises her head as she says that.
You haven’t quite processed how cute she is in this situation when you feel a soft surface enveloping your lips. She’s launching her head forward, landing lips first right onto yours.
“That’s my answer.”
As she mutters those words inches apart from your face, your entire body feels like it’s about to explode. Weakly, you form a sentence of gratitude.
She laughs at it. “Why would you thank me?! I should be the one who is thanking you, y’know,” her giggles trail the words all the way through.
“Well how about we just thank each other? Seems like the most fair option.”
“Okay ... but I feel like I still owe you a favor.”
“You owe me a lot actually,” you snicker. She pouts to that.
“Oh! How about I let you in on my secret!” her eyes sparkled. She’s repeatedly tapping your chest.
“What secret?” you raise your right eyebrow in curiosity.
She looks down to hide her giggling face for a minute. “Okay, here I go,
“You know that people often praise me for having the fairest skin of all the members right? Well, there’s actually a secret to it. You see, for some reason, ever since I was born I think, I’ve been producing, or is it excreting? At any rate, I’ve been letting out some kinda form of energy every single day without fail. I think it’s heat? Probably light as well, I dunno. It just does! That is actually the main reason why my skin is so bright and glowing, cuz I literally shit light!”
You flinch. The recoil of your head tilting in confusion is so extreme it feels like your neck is about to twist 180degrees. And even that isn’t enough, you still had to do an actual double take. What the hell kind of secret is even that?!
“Do you not believe me?” her voice sounds disappointed, but a different kind of disappointed. It is a fake disappointment, a fake so good you almost couldn’t tell. But Jiwoo smirks. She’s challenging your belief.
“Aha, Jiwoo buddy, it’s not that I don’t believe you. It’s just that it was so-”
“Absurd?” she’s inside your head now. “I know right. That’s why I kept it a secret. Huh, I thought you’d react differently to be honest.”
“I mean, any other secret than that then I would for sure react how you might want to see me react! Tell me literally anything else!”
“Ooo, getting defensive now, ay?”
You won’t win this. It’s Jiwoo. “Gahhh. Okay! Okay! Fine, I believe you, Jiwoo, the girl from outer space whose body works like a literal star.”
She’s cracking up. Her pretend angry/annoyed act has faded entirely. “You know what, I never even think about the possibility of me being born from a meteor or some kind. But that is interesting!”
You only give her a lenient smile. Almost mocking actually.
“Well, since you wouldn’t say whether or not you believe me, there’s only one way to find out.”
Jiwoo unlatches herself off of you in a hurry. She then quickly stands up and turns her body around, her back is facing you. “You ready?”
You still can’t comprehend the clusterfuck of occurrences that just happened. Why on earth would she stand up to ask you about your readiness. But oh well, there’s only one way to find out. “Y-yeah, sure.”
Without any warning, without any kind of precaution, in one single movement, Jiwoo slides her pants off and leans forward to show you the clean unobstructed view of her backside. Namely, she’s emphasizing on her crotch area. “See?!”
“WHOA WHOA WHOA,” you instinctively jump backwards once you see the naked ass right in front of your face. You swiftly cover your eyes with your hand as well, but what has been seen cannot be unseen. You’ve seen the pure naked body of your friend. Albeit only a glance, Jiwoo is indeed glowing down there. It’s abnormally bright even, almost like she’s emitting a light from inside her body. Her ass is literally blinding you. Wait, so it is real?
Jiwoo is laughing. Completely unbothered by the fact that her butt is naked. She looks kind of proud of it too.
“It’s alright! You may see it, you have my permission,” her voice is as sweet as it could possibly be. She’s leaning forward once again, now hugging her own backside of the knees, almost like folding her body. She’s putting an even greater emphasis on how her ass is presented to you.
You take a big, spiky, and painful gulp before freeing your eyes from the cover of your hand. Slowly but surely you can see Jiwoo in front of you displaying the full view of her ass. Wow. Your eyes are instantly glued. “Holyshit.”
Once again, she’s laughing. “Come, come here!” she waves you over. You reluctantly inch closer towards her.
Other than the fact that her asshole is shining as bright as a lamp, she is also clean shaven. A detail that you probably would’ve preferred to not know, ever. Oh to hell with it, you’ve seen her ass. What use is there to hold yourself back at this point? Just remember that she’s still your friend. Don’t break her trust.
It looks like she knows that your mental state is in absolute shambles right now, so she gently grabs one of your hands to guide it towards her asscheeks. You’re a little bit surprised by her touch, but you don’t disobey. Her ass—again, it’s still a little hard to accept the fact that it is shining—feels … smooth. You can’t feel a hair, nor any kind of coarse spot there. It’s uncanny how silky it is. She lets you do as you please.
It must have been a full five minutes of you just feeling every nook and cranny of her beautiful bottom. You notice that the one that glows is only her asshole. Her pussy looks normal, though it is also silly smooth. It should also be noted her skin is very warm. Might be coming from the heat that her asshole is emanating nonstop.
“Is it painful?” you say as you spread her ass.
“What is? The heat from my ass or the way you’re spreading me so wide right now?”
“Ah,” you immediately release your hold. “Sorry. Can’t help it when I’m seeing such a beautiful ass. So bright too, ah, sorry, uhm, I think I was more curious about the heat. You say that you excrete energy right? Does that mean..., I’m sorry. That was a weird question to ask.”
What’s even weirder is how she is laughing to respond to your question, while also swaying her ass left and right. “It is as you thought it is. I don’t really know how it works, but my body turns food into energy only. I never do that.”
“Wow. Remarkable. So you’re saying it is clean right?”
“Yep. Pretty much-”
You suddenly grab her hips. “And that’s all I need to know,” you waste no time to dive your face into her ass. It’s unbelievably clean indeed. You inhale as deep as you can, there’s no aroma at all other than the flowery perfume she’s wearing–and the faint smell of alcohol. The next step is of course, eating her out.
You start slow from below, pitting the surface of your tongue against her folds. You press your face deeper until your tongue finally catches the clitoris and your nose is basically buried within her pussy walls. You move up excruciatingly slow, indulging in every millimetre of her. Your trail on her finally stops once your tongue touches the glowing hole. Once again, you’re still amazed by the fact that she looks and feels normal there. Everything is as normal as an asshole can be, other than the fact that it’s gradually getting brighter. Eating her out feels like plunging your face into a steaming pot of soup. It is great, but you’d be lying if you say it’s not borderline painful.
“Nggghhhhh! Fuck! I’m, I think I’m cumming?! Don’t stop!”
Stopping is for sure not an option. Not when she’s wriggling helplessly in your grasp. Not when her moans are so insanely harmonious to your ears. Not when she’s literally using her hands to pull your hair and shove your head into her ass. No. You can’t stop until she cums.
You can feel her holes are gradually getting tighter. Your laps are getting quicker too, moving swiftly between her pussy and ass. When her fingers are locked up in your hair, her limbs are all tensed, you know that she’s cumming. But, one thing, for all this time you’ve been eating her, not a single drop of liquid was coming out. Actually, now that you think about it, Jiwoo doesn’t sweat, ever.
“I’m cummingggghh!!” as she says that, her asshole becomes intensely hot and bright. So much so that you have to back away to prevent yourself from getting retinal damage from being so close to the source of light. As she screams her loudest thus far, the entire room is also enveloped in a blinding light with her as the source.
You try your hardest to hide the fact that it’s painful for your body to experience all of that. Your skin feels like it is almost experiencing a grade 1 burn. Your eyes are having a hard time focusing. The pain is exceptionally felt in areas with direct contact with her skin. But, you can’t let your discomfort ruin her moment. You end up just grunting silently.
As the light gradually decreases, you can see her already slumping on the bed with her ass still hanging on the edge. Her face looks intensely red, her breathing is ragged, safe to say that she enjoyed it.
You come down from your standing position to sit on the floor just beside the bed, leveling your head with her still-resting-on-the-bed head. Her eyes are still half closed when she opens her mouth. “Thanks. That was fucking awesome. My first time cumming, ever, I think.”
You caress her head. “My pleasure, princess.”
“Stop that,” somehow, her cheeks are still getting more and more red. At this point she literally looks like a tomato.
“What? Not ready to be a princess yet? Fine then, my lovely girlfriend.”
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A. N. : in case you didn't know, April Fools! (here have a glowing Jiwoo)
M! Reader x ARTMS Jinsoul & Soloist Chuu (mostly referred as Jiwoo in the story)
Tags : smut, horror, dark // Wordcount : 12k~
TW : Contains death and is disturbing. Please do not go any further if you are weak to the aforementioned warnings.
A.N. : I apologize in advance for writing a fairly extreme fic. This story in particular is mostly me venting out for my happenstance irl and really how I feel about life in general.
A. N. 2 : I would appreciate it if you can keep in mind that the story itself is fictional, BUT the writer is real, so, if you do have something to say, saying it nicely would be cool~
A. N. 3 : that's three whole author's notes now, wow, what the hell, anyway, extra thanks to @limemrys for beta read and just understanding me kinda, lovyu, and also @starconstruction for being my inspiration once again! extra mention for @bunnsfw for no other reason than just because, enjoy the read~
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The warm evening sun wraps around your body like a blanket. The sound of waves crashing into the wall of reef is a harmony to the ear. The refreshing breeze of beach air. The smell of the water and sea creatures combined. All adds up to the romantic atmosphere of the beach date for you and your wife, Jinsoul.
Except, it’s not really romantic when her hands are both gripping your cock like her life depends on it. It’s rather, erotic—much so, actually.
“Mmmh, baby, we’re in public, calm down,” you groan, scanning the beach as if you just did something heinous.
Jinsoul, still with her hand stroking your dick beneath the swim trunks, shifts closer to you. “And when has that really ever stopped us?” she whispers with that luscious voice.
She’s not wrong. This isn’t the first time you two do lewd things in public. She likes it, no, you both like it. That rush of a feeling when you two are almost caught doing something indecent, like that one time she insists on giving you a blowjob in a freaking opera performance–those lavish ones. It was pure luck that you two weren’t immediately banned from the theater. Granted the sinful act only lasted about 10 seconds—yes, you came lightning fast—, but still.
She continues stroking your piece of meat. Pausing every few seconds to give you a deadly stare, much of a contrast to the fact that she has the dreamiest eyes you’ve ever witnessed. The beach is seemingly empty from where you two are sitting, thankfully.
“So,” she grips it hard while shifting even closer to you, whispering right in front of your face. “Wanna fuck?”
How could you say no? You don’t even answer her question before abruptly grabbing her stomach to lift her onto your lap, she only yelps excitedly. Yes, a big yes, is the answer.
You and her inspect your surroundings once more, before proceeding to kiss passionately. She unlatches herself off after about 30 seconds of tongue-wrestling, looking at you from up top with a burning gaze of lust. Your state isn’t that far off either, hard as steel down below, your bulge is poking right into her bikini covered pussy. Needless to say, the bikini she’s wearing does nothing but elevate her allure.
You move your hand to her ass, squeezing her soft butt several times, she giggles at it. She teases you even further by slowly grinding your shaft. The layering pieces of garment really should retire themselves sooner. She grinds on you even quicker once she feels your finger tugging the fabric covering her crotch. You give her still-covered-albeit-not-by-much-asshole a quick circling move just to tease her in return.
“Hey!” she playfully slaps you. Her being the clumsy woman that she is though, fails to stabilize herself after that slap. She falls right on you with her face landing right onto your neck, almost hitting your apple. You successfully evade it, thank God. She giggles even harder after the fall. “You naughty!”
You only smirk at it. Her bikini is finally off, it’s your turn now. Your other hand is trying to fish out your painfully throbbing cock from its fabric prison. She helps you by raising her hips, her ass floating in the air while her chest is pushing flat against yours. Your cock jumps once it gets out, hitting her right in the belly button. Both of you moan.
She drops her hips down, slowly. She moans again to the feeling of your pulsating member sandwiched between the two abdomens. You’re leaking a healthy amount of precum, thankfully, which makes it feel even better for the both of you during those rubs. She bites her own bottom lips. “Cmon, put it in honey.”
You look down to her looking right at you. Begging you—hypnotizing would be the more fitting term—to do just what she asked for. Again, how could you say no?
Without wasting any more time, you grab the sides of her stomach to lift her up while her hand directs your member to her entrance. She shakes your shaft up and down slowly, rubbing your head into her pussy lips. A formal greeting, how polite of her.
“Ngh~” she’s squealing to the sensation of the glans breaching her walls. Unsurprisingly enough, you also groan to it. She’s insanely hot. Both figuratively and literally.
She’s slowly lowering herself—with your guiding hands—until her crotch glues onto yours. You moan together with her. The feeling of having your entire shaft lodged inside her warm pussy will never get old. You hold her down to savor the sensation, she enjoys it just as much. It isn’t until she starts cradling your neck, also smooching it, that you start to direct her hips to move slowly in vertical motion.
She breathes into your neck. The warm air she exhales is gradually getting quicker in accordance with the pace of you moving her hips up and down. She’s clamping her thighs into you tighter. You move your grip towards her hamstrings, feeling her muscles contract within every motion. She’s getting warmer, and tighter.
You straighten yourself up. With the now elevated upper body, you’re practically sitting, while also being a seat to your lovely, sweaty, moaning-y wife. Jinsoul is clinging so tightly like a koala holding a tree. Her legs are wrapped around your body, making her ass the only option left for you to use as a handle. You squeeze it harder as you begin to rock her body even more vigorously.
Her arms are wrapped around your neck. The smell of her sweat mixed with her perfume is intoxicating. You’re gradually getting more and more drunk. Drunk on love. Drunk on lust. Drunk on Jinsoul.
You can’t think about anything anymore. Only the flame of desire is left within your mind, probably hers too. You can only think of pleasure, both for yourself and your lovely wife. You smooch her neck in return to how hard she’s biting yours down. None of you realized at this point that your hands are no longer guiding her movement. She’s furiously slamming her hips into you, just as hard as you are squeezing her ass.
“Fuck. I’m close baby,” you whisper to her ear before nibbling it out. She can feel your cock throbbing more. The veins are all scratching the right pleasure point inside. Her walls are perfectly made for you.
She’s close. Dangerously close to losing her own mind. She can’t form a sentence to answer. Her eyes are shut. Her limbs are clamping you harder. Her pussy is getting tighter. She’s about to cum.
“Jinsoul-!” you half scream as you bury yourself as deep as you can in her. Spurts of cum shoot out, lots of it, all flowing straight into her. You nuzzle your nose against her flushed neck. She’s soaking wet everywhere.
Jinsoul throws her head backward as you cum into her. Her eyes are rolling upwards. Her mouth is wide open with a short gasp before going completely silent. Her nails are digging into your shoulders while her legs are completely locked around your hips. She’s cumming, squirting even. She’s in a trance. An overwhelming state of pleasure.
The sense of awareness is no longer present. For now, the two of you only have each other within the mind. The complete lack of care towards the surrounding area lasted for at least 30 seconds, before you two crashed back down. She’s panting. Her body goes limp within your embrace. You’re not doing any better. You’ve got no strength left in your body. Forget about lifting herself off of you, you can’t even raise a damn finger. Strangely enough, none of you gives a fuck—not a pun.
“That was…, nice,” she says. Her head is resting on your left shoulder. You can’t see her face but you can be damn sure that her gorgeous face is smiling so wide right now. “Also, don’t you remember that we rented this beach for the day? There won’t be anyone but us.”
Your eyes widen, then you break a laugh. “Hah. I completely forgot!”
The both of you laugh together, still with the body sticking to each other. Your cock is softening inside her pussy, gradually. She laughs at both your obliviousness and the somewhat funny feeling of your shrinking penis.
“I swear you always go braindead whenever you’re with me. How could that be? The number one Neurosurgeon in the country is literally turning into a rock once he sees his wife. That’s for sure a phenomenon.”
“That’s a high praise. But cmon now, how can you blame me? It’s so easy to get lost in those eyes,” you say while trying your best to see her face—you almost strain your own neck by how far you twist it sideways. Jinsoul is visibly blushing on your shoulder.
“S-shut up. You stupid, stupid doctor,” she pouts while throwing her head to the side, averting her face from yours.
You just laugh at it then kiss her on her neck lightly. You can taste her on your lips. She tastes salty, a bit bitter, but most of all, she tastes lovely. “Right, we need to clean ourselves up. We sweat like crazy.”
Jinsoul audibly giggles. Her shoulders tremble lightly. “Don’t you like that the most?” she says while turning her head to look at you. Her eyes finally meet yours.
“Whoa,” it is indeed ridiculously easy to get swallowed by those eyes. Presented with the view of your lovely wife smothered in sweat, you are dumbfounded.
She slaps you on the cheek, blushing once again due to your genuine reaction. “Stop thattt,”
The slap wakes you up before you travel further into the world of Jinsoul’s universe. You chuckle. “All right, I’m being serious now, let’s go. Do you want to dip in the ocean or just take a bath in our room?” you point to the cottage behind.
“Let’s just go back to the room, I’m spent,” she gives you an awkward smile while scratching her head. You nod at her before giving her a light kiss on the lips.
It’s incredible how the two of you can casually talk while having each other’s genitals interlocking. She slowly raises her hips with your hands supporting her weight. You can see her legs tremble once she gets off of your cock—which automatically makes the both of you moan. She gives you one more kiss before standing up to proceed walking towards the rented cottage. She doesn’t even bother to fix her disheveled bikini panties. Her pussy is leaking your cum.
You palm your own forehead seeing how your wife behaves. There really is no one around. It truly amazes you how you can forget such an important detail—that you rented the whole freaking beach—because of the sheer power of her beauty. “Wait up darling!”
Jinsoul looks back at you to beckon you over. “Let’s bathe together!”
That’s all you need to hear to instantly replenish all of your energy. Naturally, once you two get in the bathroom, sexual intercourse is bound to happen.
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The bathroom sex isn’t as intense, as it turns out. It’s a slow paced coitus, before continuing to a thorough cleaning of each other’s bodies. You feel loved, just as much as how you make her feel loved. The bathroom is steaming with the air of love you two exude for about an hour long.
“Do we really gotta go tonight? We haven’t even slept here,” she asks in front of the bedroom’s mirror while drying her hair.
“Unfortunately so. I have a case to attend in about, uhm, three hours from now,” you say after briefly checking the watch you just put on.
Jinsoul exhales a long sigh. “Well, perks of being a doctor, I guess,”
You can’t really respond to that so you just resort to giving her a hopefully-seen-as-apologizing smile.
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Before long, you’re already on the highway with her sitting beside you in the passenger’s seat. She hasn’t spoken at all after leaving the beach.
“Babe, I’m sorry,”
“For what?” she quickly answers, with a flat voice.
“For leaving the beach in such a hurry...?” your eyes quickly shift back and forth between the road ahead and her change in expression. She’s still giving you the cold stare. You’re in for a long, long way home.
“I don’t mind that,” she responds, still fairly flat.
You have no idea what you have done wrong. This is the same woman who makes you feel like you’re the most special man in the world. The same woman that makes you go dumb every time she’s in your vicinity. The same woman who would like to be as filthy as she possibly could if it was for the excitement of the two of you. That woman, Jinsoul, your wife, who is now giving you the nastiest side eye while you’re driving home.
“Uhm, is it about my Physician Assistant?” you carefully ask her after about 30 whole minutes of silence.
Her face goes darker the instant she hears that. You hit her right where it stings, as it seems like. It takes her quite the long and an uncomfortable pause before answering. “Yes.”
“I mean, what do you-”
“I don’t like her,” she cuts you off mid sentence. You’re taken aback.
“PA Jiwoo? What’s wrong with her?”
Her face goes even darker. Shit. You might have rubbed salt in the wound. “I just don’t like her, okay? That woman is hiding something. Call it a woman’s intuition, and this woman happens to be your wife,” her voice is calm, but you can certainly feel the depth of anger hiding underneath her words.
You take a deep breath. “Okay. I won’t talk to her tonight.”
She chuckles. It’s a fake laugh, clearly meant to doubt your words. To ridicule you, even. “Heh. Not talking. To your own goddamn assistant. Sure, sure. You can at least make an effort to make up a better appeal.”
“I mean, communicating with each other doesn’t always have to be by talking right? For what it’s worth, I can use sign language,” you carefully speak. This is a fine line you’re threading on. One wrong word, or even, one wrong tone will make it so that she’s angry for the entire week.
Thankfully, she laughs. Genuinely this time. “I said make a better lie! You just make yourself a clown!”
You laugh with her. The car stopped. There hasn’t been a better timed red light other than this particular one in your entire life. You revel in the success of defusing Jinsoul. “Well, what can I say? I love you so much.”
The sudden declaration makes her cheeks flush red. “Oh shut up. That’s cheating, you idiot,” she says, but she clearly is smiling so wide at the moment.
You give her your right hand, your left is holding onto the steering wheel–safety is the number one priority. “I know, sorry, but I love you nonetheless,” you say, your hand is still hanging in the air.
“Heh. Okay. I accept,” she grabs your hand, but refuses to look at you. She’s looking ahead. “But I’m serious, okay? Be careful around this Jiwoo girl, I just have a bad feeling towards her. Ah, look, it’s green.”
You smile at her. Her hand feels so soft, so gentle and warm. You take a few seconds enjoying it before gently stepping on the throttle. “Of course honey.”
All of a sudden you hear a loud horn coming from the right side. The side where Jinsoul is sitting. There’s a deafening skid sound from that side as well, along with a rapidly closing bright light. Then there is this thunder-like sound that comes after everything. This series of events is happening so quickly that you can barely register what happens. You can’t hear anything after that. You can’t see anything. You can’t feel anything. But somehow, you feel this massive sense of longing toward the love of your life, before the world shuts itself down and everything goes black.
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“Doctor!”
There’s this constant almost stab-like pain from the sides of your head. There are bright lights right in front of your face. You slowly open your eyes. The headache won’t stop, but you slowly start to recognize faces around you. It’s the hospital. Your assistant, PA Jiwoo is the one examining you from up close.
“What happened...?” you weakly ask her. You try to sit up but that damn stinging pain in your head won’t let you do so.
“Take it easy doctor!” Jiwoo responds, almost in panic, but even in the state you’re in you can sense that she’s trying her best to sound calm. “You’re experiencing a moderate concussion, it may take you-”
“I know that,” you cut her off harshly. “Ah, sorry. Just, tell me what happened, would you?” you furrow your eyebrows.
She hesitates. She’s repeatedly opening her mouth only to quickly close it again. It seems like the words stopped at her throat.
You fight the headache as best as you can in order to sit straight up. She tries to prevent you from doing so, but you’re more persistent. You grab her in the shoulder to make her look at you—which she wouldn’t, still. “Jiwoo. Please.”
She takes a massive gulp, and even that fails to give her the guts to look at you in the eye. “Y-you w-were involved i-in a car accident.”
Suddenly your head isn’t painful anymore. All the throbbing pain moves towards your chest. You notice something. The room only consists of you and Jiwoo. Jinsoul is nowhere to be seen. Panic starts to set in.
“M-my wife. Jinsoul. Where, is, she? Please tell me,” you weakly mutter those heavy words. You sound hoarse. Your hand on Jiwoo’s shoulder is trembling. You want to shake her up, but your hands are slowly losing strength.
Jiwoo lowers her head. She’s drooping her head down low. You can see her sobbing. You don’t want to see this. You don’t want to know what’s next. You pray to God to not let what you think has happened is actually happening. But alas, Jiwoo is slowly shaking her head.
Your hands lose all of their strength. Your entire body is in pain now. “No, no. That can’t be. Tell me you’re kidding, Jiwoo. Please. Please tell me you’re joking. I’m awake now. I can help with the surgery. Let me help with the procedure. Please, argh!” you get off the bed in a hurry, only to immediately slump at your assistant in front of you.
She’s crying even harder. “Doctor, please. I want you to calm do-”
“Calm down?” you see below. Your right leg is already in a cast. You’re not sure how severe the fractures are, or how many plates are inserted in there, but that doesn’t matter. You use the person in front of you as a standing support. “I need to see my wife, Assistant, do not tell me to calm down,” your voice is bone-chilling cold. You learn it from your wife, to speak as intimidatingly as possible without so much of a yell.
Jiwoo’s complexion goes pale, more than it already is. She gives up, nodding weakly to your request. She guides you to sit back on the bed behind. “I-I will help you onto the wheelchair,, please sit here, doctor,” she pulls the wheelchair that is readily available in the room, just beside the bed. You oblige, reluctantly.
Jiwoo helps you get on the wheelchair before steering it out of the room. Your eyes meet every other doctor that is currently assigned in the hospital. Every single one of them, without fail, is looking at you with a sympathetic face. It does nothing to get you to feel better, since no amount of pity will change the fact that Jiwoo is pushing your wheelchair towards the morgue.
“Doctor,” the girl behind you stops the track right before the door. The staff guarding the room notices the two of you, and Jiwoo signals them to prepare.
Before she can say anything more, you look up to her. “I appreciate the concern, really, but it is only right for me, her husband, to see my wife-,” once again, your words stop at your throat. Your assistant gives you a nod, before proceeding to open the door.
There’s a body lying on the mortuary table, covered in white sheets. The staff stands on the side, waiting for approval to do anything. Even he is trembling knowing the fact that the body lying on the table belongs to your wife.
You shiver. As a doctor, it should be nothing new of an experience to handle a dead body. After all, you encounter it almost daily for as long as you remember being a doctor, even since your academy days. But, this is different. It’s not just any body. The one lying there, is none other than Jinsoul.
It feels like you’ve been sitting on your wheelchair for an eternity in front of the covered body on the table.Your breaths are ragged. You can’t bring yourself to do anything. You are petrified. For the very first time in your career—or life, even—you are very, very afraid of death. But then you feel a hand softly caressing you on the shoulder. You never believed in superstition, but you can swear that you hear Jinsoul speaking directly into your ear.
“It’s okay, darling.”
“It’s okay, doctor,” Jiwoo gently patted your shoulder.
You’re taken by a complete surprise by the realization that it isn’t Jinsoul’s hand on your shoulder. Nor is it her doing the talking. It’s your Assistant, Jiwoo. Your wife is gone. You will never hear her voice ever again.
“Thank you, PA,” you smile at her, which ironically makes her cry even harder than she already was.
You take a deep breath. Then you nod to the staff standing aside. You politely request him to open the cover. “Let me see her face,”
He takes a big gulp before complying to your order. He steps closer to the body, then slowly lifts the sheet from up top, revealing the face of Jinsoul.
You can’t hold your tears back. You move closer towards her body to palm her cheek. It’s cold. You caress her forehead, gently swiping it free from strands of her hair. She’s really cold.
“Can you guys give me some time alone?” you beg to the others currently in the room. They immediately obliged.
You hear the door closing behind you, leaving you alone with Jinsoul still in the palm of your hand. You struggle in bringing yourself to a stand, to get closer to her face. You teeter beside her before setting yourself right on top. You slowly lower your face to hers, examining her from upclose. Her eyes, along with her mouth, are shut. Her cheeks are white as a bone. Her lips no longer have that glowy red hue in them, there are small cracks all over. However, you don’t see any expression of anguish emanating from her. She looks serene and peaceful. Jinsoul, even in death, is still beautiful.
You caress her cheeks with both hands before gently sticking your forehead to hers. She feels even colder than before. You stay there for several seconds, somehow hoping for a miracle, that she would suddenly regain the warmth you always look for within her. But it never comes. A streak of tears fell onto her unmoving face.
“You must hate it for me to see you like this, huh? Why don’t you scold me now? Hey, honey, darling, won’t you answer me?” you ask her as you raise your head. You wipe your tears from her face.
She’s not answering. You cry again, your head is now resting right below her chin—you instinctively went for the pulse. Once you fully realize that there is no breath, nor there is any pulse, you glance lower, scanning her still covered body under the neck. You look back up to her face before asking her again. “You want me to see your body? Are you sure? ... Okay.”
You take a deep breath once again. You slowly uncover her. She’s laid on there, bare, still. You can see the aftermath of the car collision on her body. She’s taken the full force of the crash. Her body is ... you can’t even describe it. Gruesome. That is the only word you can think about before hastily covering her body back up.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sor-”
Jiwoo and the staff waiting outside can hear a clattering sound from inside the morgue, which urges them to immediately open the door. They find you passed out there.
=
It’s been three weeks since the accident that took the life of your wife. You are still recovering. Physically, your leg is slowly healing. Mentally, you won’t ever accept the fact that your wife is gone without putting the blame on yourself.
“Are you feeling better doc?” Jiwoo asks while inspecting your right leg that is now free from the cast. It’s about to be replaced with a newly fitted cast due to your leg becoming smaller from the muscle atrophy.
You only give her a smile as an answer. Jiwoo has been closely monitoring your wellbeing for this entire time. Which is only natural since she is your PA, thus the closest person to you in the whole hospital. That said, you’re still reluctant to have her visit your mansion house, so all the home treatment so far has been communicated through the phone. Not that you need any help whatsoever since you are still a doctor yourself—is what you think the reason should be.
Truth is, you are not letting her—nor anyone, really—anywhere near the vicinity of your house because of one thing. Jinsoul. You are hiding the fact her body is still laid in your house. Preserved, for a reason.
It started as a way to cope for you, to delay her burial by just a few days until you are truly ready to let go. You have legal permission to decide what kind of final disposition you would want to be done to her body, whether it be burial, entombment, or cremation. You could’ve sworn you only wanted to hold her for a few more days. But the day you were ready, would prove to never arrive.
It’s been three weeks. You have been secretly preserving the lifeless body of your wife for three weeks, and probably, for many more to come.
=
“Have you been eating well?” Jiwoo asks you in the washroom, post an overnight surgery on a patient suffering from spinal cord injury due to a car accident, which ended in a success.
“I would say so. Just enough,” you briskly soap your hands— from the fingers up until a little bit above the elbow. You answer the question with a not-so-friendly tone. You intend to keep her at bay, indefinitely.
Jiwoo stares at her own hands under the running water—also soaped in similar fashion. “I see, that’s ... good to hear,” she desperately tries to fake a sincere smile at you.
You haven’t been eating well. You haven’t been sleeping well, either. It has been a year since the accident. You have been spending all the down time you’ve had during your recovery to further refine your skills in neurology. You swore an oath to yourself, that you will never let any other patient die from a car accident. Never again.
It might’ve been visible to the others that you do such things during your ‘free’ time. You’re getting skinnier by the day. To date, this has been your scrawniest look ever. So it’s only natural for Jiwoo to be concerned.
You check on the watch sitting in your locker after you’re done washing everything clean—which includes a quick shower, because why not. “We got like, 5 hours free time until our next schedule. I’ll be going home in the meantime. See you later, Assistant,” you wave to her from across the locker room.
“I, ... okay doctor, see you later,” it looks like she wanted to say something, but quickly abandoned the thought. Not that you’d care anyway, so you smile at her one last time before leaving her alone. She smiled back. Her smile is sincere this time around, but it is that of an utter desperation.
You catch a taxi in front of the hospital. Since the day you got into that car accident, you haven’t had the courage to drive again.
Home is in front of you after about 30 minutes of car ride through the traffic on the busy morning highway. You made use of that duration to sleep to the best of your ability. It has been your habit to only sleep during your commuting time for the past year. Because you have things to study at home. A lot of things.
“Thank you,” you say to the taxi driver, giving him a generous tip. The driver could only smile at it awkwardly. He does seem happy with it. You wait for him to leave your driveway, then wait some more to make sure he is completely out of your vicinity. Then, you walk across the road to enter the smaller not-so-fancy house right in front of your mansion.
*click* You open the door, then quietly lock it back up once you’re inside.
“I’m home honey.”
==///==
“Have you seen Frankenstein?”
Is the question lingering around in your head for the past year. It was just a simple, innocent question of a child that was thrown into his parents who, at the time, was mourning the loss of his big brother. The child was about five, so he probably didn’t understand much about how things work. You heard it from across the room, unintentionally. It should just be a simple, innocent question. But to you who’s also mourning at the time, that question opens up a whole new world of possibility.
Scientifically, the concept of Frankenstein bringing life into the creature, is stupid. Almost comedic, even. As much as Hollywood makes it seem like it’s highly probable, electricity has got nothing to do with how human physiology works. To put it simply, your organs need blood flow to sustain them, they need oxygen. The idea of ‘jolting’ the organs awake is simply impossible since those organs would be long dead before the electricity manages to flow in. And even then, electricity would do no such thing as ‘reigniting’ life. It would just rupture the organs, if not worse—keywords : try to learn what happens when electricity meets liquid, and just for precaution, it is not a pretty sight.
Then, there is the problem of the nervous system. There are millions of interconnected neurological networks in the body of a living human. And all of those networks need to function properly in our bodily systems in order for humans to live normal lives. Failure at even just a few of these neurons would mean a permanent disability, or even, death itself.
There really is no such thing as breathing life back into a dead body. That is, until you remember something, transplantation. To be more specific, head transplantation. You’ve spent the past year studying about it. The possibility of it all. The chance of bringing Jinsoul back to life.
=
You bought the house in front of your mansion at almost the same time as you bought the mansion itself. Just for contingency, you thought back then. Jinsoul didn’t agree to it, but she still lets you buy it eventually. Then the time has come to finally use the house. Only thing is, Jinsoul is something now, no longer a someone.
You use the house as a facility for your experiment. To be precise, it’s an experiment to bring Jinsoul back from the dead. It only took you a short time to build up an entire facility dedicated to do a head transplantation in the disguise of an old shabby house in front of your mansion. As far as facilities go, the house is actually quite complete. Although you built the specified rooms in a hurry, it still does the job.
The first one to be built was the freezer room. This is due to the importance of preservation. An organ, or basically the entire human body, is running on oxygen as a fuel. Being dead would mean that oxygen no longer flows, and that makes it so that the body is going to rot. By freezing a body, and/or parts of it, one can effectively halt the process of decaying. Jinsoul is dead, so naturally she is going to be decaying sooner than later. Thankfully her body is now already in a cryogenic state. It still is quite a bother though, for you to see her body from the neck down is completely destroyed due to the accident, but you can’t exactly keep her most important part, being only the head, for now. Not yet.
Next up was the operating room. As a neurosurgeon yourself, you are highly familiar with what should be present in there. Getting stuff especially suited to do head transplantation was remarkably easy. So building this room wasn’t exactly a problem. If anything, it’s even a bit exciting knowing that you have an entire room to do as you please with how far things could be. You have to be ambitious. Otherwise the chance of you succeeding, the chance of you reconnecting with your wife, would plummet.
Next up was the experiment itself. You couldn’t straight up do the procedure to your wife without first using something for training. You needed bodies. Lots of it. Hospitals have that, but there would always be the question of ‘why?’. Eventually, you resorted to the black market to keep things anonymous—to your surprise, it’s not that hard to do so.
You struggled the most mentally. The doctor part of you strongly advised you against all of this. To stop exerting your energy on this unethical project and instead spend time on rehab. It wanted you to start letting go. To accept that things happened, and it was not your fault. But you can’t. Not like this. You will never forgive yourself if you don’t try. You resolved yourself to continue, no matter how much harm you may cause. And what’s harming anyway? You only used dead bodies—and animals, living animals, but it’s already buried deep within your conscience before it could even make you feel any guilt.
“I swore to myself to not let any of my patients die, ever. So it should be okay for me to tamper with those who are already dead in the first place. I won’t stop at anything, Jinsoul.”
=
To start it off with, it was nearly impossible. There’s just so many constraints in order to revive someone. There is the hurdle of ethics. A question of whether or not humans have the rights to control life. Then, the limit of physiology. It is possible to save someone from dying, but Jinsoul was pronounced dead at the scene, approximately 2 hours before her body was retrieved in the hospital. Her brain didn’t get any blood flow for that entire time. Even if her head is visibly untouched and still intact—post the collision, the probability of her brain being damaged to the point of no return is almost certain.
You shook off the doubt. There’s no room for hesitation. You’ve brought her back, built an entire facility for this very purpose. You could bring her back, you have to.
“Just you wait honey,” you blow her a kiss. She looks graceful in that freezing glass casket.
=
To connect one’s nervous system to another’s is exceedingly difficult. You practiced on the dead at first. Putting together the head and the body of two different cadavers. Almost like how children would mix and match the body parts of their Barbie dolls, but you’re doing this with corpses. Dissecting the head starts with cutting off the nerves connecting the body with the head, which are mostly in the spinal cord. You can do that no problem. The difficult part was the reconnection. To stitch two completely differing anatomy. But you’re not the best neurosurgeon in the city without a reason.
You finally succeeded in assembling a body together with a completely different head to the body. However, even with your expertise, it still took approximately three full months to finish connecting everything—if unpaused, then it would take 72 hours for your first try.
That is a problem. Because once you get a healthy body to pair it with your wife’s head, time is of the essence. Wait, did you just say a healthy body? A healthy living body?
You immediately halt your thought, trying to process everything. How did you not realize it would come to this eventually? No. It’s not that you didn’t realize. You knew it from the beginning. You just constantly chose to not pay it any mind until you deemed that it’s too late. You subconsciously prevented yourself from sabotaging this project.
Right after the realization, a wave of nausea hits you. Making you barf all over the test subject. You tremble at the horror of what’s to come. But you can’t stop. Not now. Not like this. And so, you convince yourself to keep going. You slowly stand back up.
=
You’re gradually getting faster. After your first attempt, your time is only getting better and better. After about 8 months of trying, you finally can get it done in about 36 hours, that is enough time to keep the bodily function alive and well. And so, you continue to do the surgery on living beings.
You were starting to collect animals. Monkeys were the first thing that came to mind. Mostly due to the similarities they have with humans. Also courtesy of Robert Joseph White as the first neurosurgeon to have successfully transplanted a head into another body—you block the fact that the monkey body in this case only lasted nine days after this surgery.
Your first attempt was unsuccessful. Both the monkeys died immediately after you finished connecting the nerves. It was to be expected though, you still learned something. That you would have to match the two immune systems to prevent self destruction. The body will naturally assume the newly fused head as a threat, then begin to attack it from the inside, thus self destructing. You had to learn the method to synergize this factor.
=
10 months in, and many experiments later. You haven’t had any success. The test subjects kept on dying, again and again. Even though you already knew what the problem was, to assimilate the immune system, it was still quite hard to do so. The most that you’ve achieved so far has only been the extraction part. You’re good at severing the head off from the body, and keeping that head alive for as long as the procedure needed.
Test subject 37.
It died, again, immediately even. None of my head transplantation attempts on animals see any light?. Honestly, I’m getting a bit tired. Maybe I should take a break.
You wrote in your logbook. The latest one—so far, there’s already about 11 of them. You prefer handwriting way more than keeping tracks digitally.
Then it was cleaning time. You disposed the dead animals. You’ve been burying every animal that you used for experiments sake in the forest located about 10km from the facility. For the human bodies however, you store it in the freezer, all of it, just in case. There’s no problem so far with this particular procedure, but you’d be lying if you say it wasn’t grueling.
“No rest for the wicked,” you told yourself as you bag the corpses of the animals.
=
And so, a year has passed since you first started. Studies after studies. Experiments, one after another. Your extensive knowledge in neurology proves to be helpful. To add to that, you are ambitious, dangerously so.
The experiments with the animals are proven to be more than fruitful to this journey. You finally crack the code on how to keep the subjects alive after the transplantation. The longest record was subject #48 that lives on, up until a month after the surgery. Granted, it could barely respond to outer stimulus, but to see it alive and exert normal bodily function—for the most part, which includes sleeping, eating, and reactive eyes—is more than enough.
The problem has now shifted from how to keep the subject alive, to how to do this on a human. You still have trouble bypassing your guilty conscience. A doctor should do their best to save one’s life, not to take it. This is your recurring thought. You can not escape from it.
This matter of mental conflict drags on into your life. You’ve been losing more and more sleep these days. On some occasions, you even have no sleep at all during your work shift. It naturally affects how you perform during surgery. It gets so bad for the past two weeks that your assistant has to take over most of your work.
“Doctor, you zoned out again, you’ve been looking more and more, sickly. Is something the matter? You’ve been taking your medications, right?” Jiwoo worriedly asks you in the washing room. You two just did an endovascular procedure to treat an aneurysm from a patient and she had to take over halfway through because you almost inserted the catheter in the wrong blood vessel. It was a grave human error that was thankfully prevented because your assistant was closely scrutinizing you.
“Uh, yeah. Sorry. I was just tired,” you lie through your teeth. You give her a smile, not caring how fake it might look. Your mind is occupied with the thought of searching up a body, one that is not dead.
=
Days turn into weeks. You’re basically a zombie yourself. You have had a recurring nightmare of Jinsoul. The scenes are blurry, but one thing you can clearly remember is how she looked in the last moments of her life. She looks at you in this unexplainable expression of sadness, and you can see the car that is going to hit the side of your car slowly inching closer. All that is happening with you as the bystander, not having the power to do anything. This particular nightmare is so, so bad that you sometimes hallucinate your wife walking around you in the facility.
“You said you missed me. But it’s been a year, baby, you either give it up or man the fuck up and go search for a person.”
She’s been repeating that for awhile now. In your mind. By your side.
Slowly, the question of why turns into how. You’re starting to do research on candidates that have a matching physiology with your wife in order for it to be a successful head transplant. But your conscience is still your biggest enemy. You spend day in and day out battling with it.
=
A month has passed. You are currently in the facility, scribbling nonsense on your log book—it’s data about the perfect candidates to choose from. Right when your pen glides onto a familiar name, you halt its movement. You watch that name, then you scream your heart out.
You throw the book off the table. Then massage yourself in the temple. What the hell are you thinking? Is it really that easy to kill a person? Would it really bring Jinsoul back? Would Jinsoul really want all of this to happen in the first place? Are you really doing this for her?
You slap yourself in the face. Hard, multiple times. Until your own cheeks are bruised. Until the corner of your lips are bleeding. Then you stop. You realize you couldn’t feel anything, even after all those slaps.
“Oh well, I guess I’ll just continue tomorrow,” you mumble as you stand up. You look at the freezer room. The image of Jinsoul flashes in your mind. You remember the beach. The last memory of you having fun with her. Then tears form in the corner of your eyes, before you leave the facility. You decide to cool off in the mansion.
As you finish taking a cold bath, you decide to cook yourself something to eat. When was the last time you ate anyway, was it yesterday? Or even the day before? You’re not entirely sure. You’re not entirely hungry, either. You open the fridge to see a bag of rotisserie chicken, already rotting. You sigh, you forget when did you even buy that. You eventually settle on two packs of instant ramen.
As you sit on the dining table with a bowl of ramen in your hand, your phone rings. It is almost ridiculously well timed, just right before you lose your mind for the umpteenth time in there. You needed someone, anyone. So you just pick your phone up without even a glance of who is calling.
“Hello?” you say with the utmost attempt to mask your frustration.
“Doctor? Are you okay?” oh, it’s your assistant.
You had to pause and distance yourself from your phone for a second.
“Does she know what I’ve been doing? How?” is your inner monologue. “Yeah...? What do you mean?” is what you say to her.
“Your leg, doctor, it’s doing fine, I hope?”
“Oh. Well, more than fine, Assistant Jiwoo, thanks for asking,” there’s almost an audible sigh of relaxation after you say it.
“I see. That’s good to hear, but other than that, is everything really okay? I’ll specify this time. Are you really doing fine doctor? Mentally,” she sounds concerned.
You take a long pause before answering. You really shouldn’t let her be near you in any aspect. Other than the fact that you feel your mental strength is only getting weaker, it is also a threat to your secret experiment. For as long as you have known her, Assistant Jiwoo is a highly perceptive individual. She once again speaks before you answer the question earlier.
“Your appearance for the past few weeks, months even, have only been getting worse, doctor. Not to mention your work performance. Forgive me for prying, but I am heavily concerned about your wellbeing. I mean, I know you had it rough, but it’s been a year. I am always open if you need any help, no, actually, please let me help, doctor.”
“...”
“Trust me, beating yourself up over it isn’t going to do you any good.”
“Hm. Okay, Assistant Jiwoo. You wouldn’t let me go anyway, would you?”
“Nope. Also, you can just call me Chuu from now on, outside of the hospital of course. This means it’s okay for me to help you, alright? I mean, help you for real this time.”
You contemplate. On one hand, her just being there would greatly improve your work efficiency–especially in your experiment–, on the other, it would mean to betray your wife’s trust that you already promised to keep. You decide to pick the earlier option.
“Okay, Chuu, is it? you can do it,” you finally answer after a long sigh.
She might not notice it but you can hear her opening her lips in a smile, so wide that it is apparent even through the phone. “Okay doctor!”
You exhale gravely again, not knowing if this decision is a well made one or not. On the bright side, it does somehow bring relief in knowing that you have someone to look up to, after a year of being holed up in the facility.
“Alright, well, see you in two hours, i guess,” you scratch the bridge of your eyebrows. She only said yes to it before you ended the call.
“Wow,” you bring your body forward and down, resting on the table. Your mind once again drifts into the memory of your wife. Your appetite has disappeared entirely–there was barely any in the first place.
“I’m sorry, Jinsoul. But I promise this is all just for me to meet you sooner,” you mutter quietly. Then you close your eyes, drifting asleep in the kitchen. Not for long though, since the nightmare of you being helpless while looking at your wife with the car slowly getting crashed is coming back to haunt you again.
=
The regular work shift today is rather slow. And you only have like three on-call shifts from the other hospitals in the city. The atmosphere is made even better with your assistant looking more cheerful than ever. She’s been smiling non-stop every time she’s by your side—not that she ever stops smiling. There’s something with her smile today that you can’t quite put a finger on. Oh well, what’s important is to have a nice and recharging day for you to return to your experiments in prime condition.
Much sooner than you expected, the day ends at 6pm. You pack your things in your office before your assistant comes barging in.
“Hey doctor!” she’s still all smiles.
“Hey, Assistant Jiwoo, already done packing up?”
“I told you to just call me Chuu didn’t I, but otherwise, yep. Say, would you like to have dinner together? It’s my treat!”
You look at your watch on the left hand. “Hm. Ah, yeah, sorry about that. Dinner? Sure, why not. May I ask where?”
Her eyes sparkle. “There’s a Korean-style restaurant in the far north side of the city. They have an amazing beef bone soup there. Also various cuts of beef which honestly are all good according to my taste. What do you say?”
You finish packing up, slinging your bag over your shoulder before answering. “Near my place huh..., okay.”
“Okay! Uhm, let’s go catch a taxi doctor,” she says as she goes out of the room, leaving the door open.
Your eyebrows reflexively shot up for a split second before going back down. She knows...? But you shake your head. It can’t be. Your secret is safe. She must’ve just thought that you are traumatized—which isn't entirely wrong.
=
Jiwoo can’t keep her mouth shut for the whole ride to the restaurant. This is your first time spending your time with her outside of work. This is also your first time noticing that she is naturally loud, almost obnoxious even. It should annoy you more than you let out, but you keep it cool.
“And we’re here!” she points towards a building with a very noticeable banner saying ‘Korean beef’ placed right on top of the door.
“Yes, Jiwoo, I sure hope that the place serving Korean food is right here in the building that has the banner saying ‘Korean beef’, good lord,” is what would become of your answer if your smile can speak outloud. Since when did you become so cynical anyway? You shake your head again while following her steps.
The inside of the place is surprisingly proper, for what seems like a shabby place from the outside. It has this homey feel to it, even though the place itself is quite large. Jiwoo greets the owner, an old lady, in fluent Korean. Once again this is a new side of her that you only find out on this occasion. They then converse for some more after Jiwoo tells you to pick a seat in the corner, the furthest side from the kitchen. It seems like she is a regular here—duh.
“Heyyy!” she greets you once she’s finished talking to the old lady, who smiles at you before going into the kitchen, she seems nice.
“You know Korean?” you ask, is it even a good conversation starter? She’s been having a monologue the entire time you two left the hospital anyway, any words seem like a good starter at this point.
To your surprise, she laughs at it. “Oh, doctor. I am Korean!”
For the very first time in the past year, you laugh. You actually, sincerely laugh. You don’t realize it but once you’re laughing, Jiwoo’s cheeks slowly turn red and she doesn’t laugh anymore.
“Oh, my. Sorry for the laugh, I just, that was so stupid of me. I, yeah, that’s for me to blame, Chuu.”
Now even her ears are turning red. “No no it’s, uh, it’s fine! I get that a lot. I left Korea when I was a kid so my accent is completely gone. Not to mention I don’t really look it, haha!” she turns her head sideways while rapidly fanning her face with her hand.
The conversation went smoothly after that. Although she stutters quite a lot from the point you laughed.
The food is served piping hot. Judging from the looks of it, and the aroma—which is actually its strongest point—you know that this might be the most delicious food you’ll have for a while. Once the first spoon of it comes into your mouth, you smile, you almost let out a single tear even, just by how tasty it is. Needless to say, the two of you enjoyed it very much.
“Doctor, are you good with alcohol?” Jiwoo asks. Right after placing her eating utensils neatly in the now-clean bowl in front of her. Yours is clean, too, so to speak.
“I actually don’t know, never been one to indulge in alcohol. Why?”
“I guess we’ll see tonight,” she gives you her sweetest smile so far. She orders two bottles of soju right after.
=
The watch on your hand is showing a little past 10pm. You’ve been spending the last three hours with your assistant, of which, only about one and a half of it are spent sober.
“You don’t get it Chuu. Jinsoul is like my angel, my savior, she was everything to me. And then, and then, she’s suddenly-” you weep on your palm again. You’re not sure how many times you cried already, but your entire top is wet—presumably from tears.
Jiwoo is only silently nodding. She knows it’s not her place to give you any advice, so she just becomes an ear for you for probably your entire duration of being drunk.
“JINSOUL COME BACK, PLEASE! I MISS YOU HONEY, PLEASE!” you suddenly got up from your seat. Luckily for the two of you, there’s no one else in the restaurant by then—the place closes at 9pm, the only reason the two of you are still in there is because Jiwoo is buddy-buddy with the owner.
“Hey, hey! Doctor, calm down!” Jiwoo immediately follows your move, grabbing you in the arm to force you to sit back down. You oblige.
You sit. You feel light. Like you have no spine in your body. Jiwoo moves from sitting in front of you to now sitting right beside you, supporting your body to prevent it from falling down.
“There, there,” she pats you on the back.
“Sorry, it’s just. It’s been so hard. I’ve done everything, absolutely everything, to bring her back. But it’s just so hard. I-” you unintentionally rest your head on her shoulder. “I miss her, Chuu, I miss my wife,”
Jiwoo isn’t sure about what you’re saying. What she knows is that you need someone, not to do anything aside from just being there for you. She pats you on the head. You’re crying so hard on her shoulder.
The old lady comes to check the two of you after your shout. Right around the time where you are resting your head on Jiwoo’s shoulder. She only gives Jiwoo an understanding smile after seeing how the situation looked like. Then she silently mouths “Should I call you guys a taxi?”
Jiwoo nods. Then she also silently mouths. “Please, and thank you!”
=
The next thing you know is that you’re already in front of your mansion with Jiwoo still supporting your weight by your side.
“Assistant Jiwoo..., is this, my house?”
She chuckles a bit. “Heh, you’re really bad with alcohol you know? Yeah, yeah it is, doctor. You brought your keys, right?”
You quickly tilt your head up and down before frantically searching your bag for your key. It took you several seconds to find it. “Here it is! My keys!”
She chuckles again. She lets your arm across her shoulders go. *click* Your door opened.
“This is it for me doctor, see you tomorrow!” Jiwoo says right after you step your foot inside.
Hearing that, you immediately turn around and grab her by the wrist. “Assistant-, no, Chuu. Stay,” you give her an earnest look. Sharp, and desperate.
It took Jiwoo several seconds to respond. She takes a big gulp before agreeing to you. “S-sure, kyah!-” you suddenly pull towards your body.
You let her feel your heartbeat. Not really hugging her yet, just letting her head stick to your chest like that. You close the door behind you. “Thank you.”
She’s still too perplexed to say anything. She only feels your heartbeat in silence. Her heart is beating fast, much like yours.
You only stand there with her head still on your chest. Still not hugging.
“Doctor,” she disengages. Her eyes are looking at you, not with pity, but with compassion. She looks ... beautiful.
You throw your head aside and down. Your head is suddenly very, very dizzy. You feel nauseated too, extremely so, that you start to crouch. “Urgh!” you throw up.
“Doctor!” she once again pats you on the shoulder all the while.
The vomiting works wonders in sobering you up—not fully, but enough. Jiwoo is always by your side through everything. From guiding you to the bathroom, you cleaning yourself up, even now she is cleaning your vomit on the floor while you’re applying an ice pack onto your ringing head.
“Chuu, I-” you try to get up from the couch when she walks in front of you to throw the bag of vomit into the trash.
“Shh. Just, you can rest doctor, let me help, won’t you? You’ve had it hard enough so far,” she smiles at you.
“Tch,” you look down. Your eyes are full of tears. What the hell are you doing?
It only takes her like 10 minutes to finish cleaning up. She excuses herself to the bathroom. You can hear the sound of her showering—naturally, since there’s no one else in that big house of yours. You spend your time pondering what you should do next, but then you hear her calling.
“Yeah?” you ask from outside the door.
“Doctor, please come in.”
You hesitantly do as she asks. What awaits you there is her wearing nothing but a wrap of the towel. You immediately try to look away, but the view of her is already etched into your mind.
She walks towards you, only stopping right within your reach. “Doctor? I know this is very disrespectful of me, and I will completely understand whatever you have to say about me. But, we can do it, if you want to,” she doesn’t look at you, yet she is blushing still.
Your lips quiver. You can’t answer. You are afraid of it, yet, your crotch is warm. Your dick is slowly getting up. You’re torn between letting yourself go or holding back. You made a promise, but then again, if it’s for experiment’s sake?
That last thought clears everything in your mind. You’re suddenly thinking very straightforwardly. You gently grab your assistant by the shoulders, she still hasn’t looked up at you. “Chuu, ..., let’s, uhm, do it.”
You pull her closer. Finally hugging her now. You feel her warm heat. Her pleasant smell. Her comforting presence. You apologize to the soul of your wife one last time before finally completely letting yourself go. You gently rub her hair, still damp from the shower. One of your hands is placed on her back, the other is gently grabbing the side of her head. Your thumb swipes the strand of her hair covering her forehead. She looks up, at last.
“Doctor,” her eyes still sparkle with that warm and compassionate feeling.
You lower your head slowly until your lips touch hers. Her lips feel so nice and fluffy. You lost yourself into those luscious lips. She opens her mouth slightly to keep up with you. Soon, your tongue intertwined with hers. You both suck each other's drool. Your hand that is placed on her back is aggressively rubbing it, which causes her towel to unwrap. Jiwoo is naked in your embrace, enjoying your mouth deep in her own.
The kiss with her is so enjoyable that her juice is dripping. Her breath is getting faster and faster. You also feel your dick, now painfully hard, is leaking into your pants. The kiss is only getting more and more intense.
After about five minutes—you’re not sure, the kiss is insanely good—her body is shaking. She parts her lips from yours. “Doc! I’m cumming!” she says as she falls forward into your arms. Her body locked up while you can see her actually squirting down there.
She’s flushed. She came pretty hard. You can feel her hard nipples rubbing on you. She’s still burying her face in your chest after she finishes cumming. “Chuu?”
“Sorry, again, that was rude of me, it just feels good doc, I’m sorry-”
You grab the sides of her head with both of your hands to make her look at you. You peck her on the lips. “Hey, don’t be. It was good for me too. Do you want to continue?”
Her face melts again. She only nods at you. You smile back. You give her one last kiss before softly pushing herself off of you. Your hands move to strip yourself off. Your boxer is the last piece of your garment. Your cock shoots straight up once you get rid of it. Jiwoo’s eyes widen to the view of you naked. Her eyes move swiftly to your eyes and your penis back and forth while she’s giving you this smile of amazement.
You walk up to her while she’s still fixated on your manhood. Once again, you pull her right into your arm. Difference being, both of you are now naked. She can feel her navel is being squished by your hard and throbbing penis. She unconsciously takes a big gulp.
You kiss her on the forehead. “Are you ready?”
She clumsily nods. She sets herself free from your grasp. She walks towards the sink and bends herself with her face facing the mirror. She brings her hands backwards to then spread her ass, complementing that with her legs that are also taking a wider stance.
“Whoa,” it is now your turn to take a massive gulp. You are taller than her, so your only view of her so far has only been from the top-down, and she is beautiful at that. When she bends and spreads herself unpromptedly like that, you can clearly see that she takes good care of her entire body without missing an inch. She is smooth down there. Her pussy is nice looking, but what grabs your attention wholly is the way her ass magnificently winks at you.
You bow to take a closer look. Her anus is without a doubt the better option. You grab her hands—which are currently spreading her own ass—to give her a stronger grip to the unveiled pandora box. You inch even closer, taking a whiff of her most intimate scent. She smells of ass, and strawberries? That confuses you. Upon closer inspection to the tantalizing anal cavity, you notice something. It seems like she’s leaking a love potion. Already?
You are just about to ask her when she says. “Uhm, I believe you’ve noticed it, but I’m ready. If you want to do it from behind. It’s uhm, a hobby of mine, hehe.”
It’s funny. Here she is displaying the innermost of her body for you. She’s literally holding her ass open. And the part that makes her shy is this so-called ‘hobby’ of hers. Who cares if one likes it up the ass? Not you, definitely.
You give her winking butthole a smooch. She whines, while her anal ring twitches. “So you won’t need a lube then?” you ask her while standing up, then sticking your tip onto the gate of her ass. It’s very warm and tender, you both moan to the sensation.
She shakes her head. “No need, it’s, primed. Go ahead docto-”
You don’t even let her finish your sentence when you suddenly insert the entirety of your cock in her anus. She immediately half screams—the sound halted halfway in her throat—and rolls her eyes upwards. Her limbs are tensed up, spasming outwards right after the penetration. You lean forward to give her shivering neck a kiss. It’s still unclear whether she’s enjoying this or not, but you for sure are having a blast being balls deep in her anal walls.
After several seconds—which felt like eternity passed—you whisper to her. “Are you hurt, Chuu?”
She winces. Her eyes are still buzzing around, unable to focus. “N-no. I can do it,” she weakly mutters in the middle of her panting breaths.
You give her one more kiss in the back of her ear, then impulsively nibble it–only briefly though–before raising your body back up. You grab her by her waist before clenching your butt, retracting your cock from the grip of her anus. You take a breather, preparing to give her the anal session of her life. You slap her ass once to see her yelp, she does, and it sounds really cute.
By the next minute, you give her the hardest drill that you could possibly generate. You drive her ass down with no mercy. To be fair, her asshole is only making it easier to pound her harder and harder. Her rectal walls are so wet, warm, and just feels so good to fuck. Despite your size, her anus is enveloping you quite easily. You see her face in the middle of your poundings—which admittedly isn’t the easiest to do since the sight of your cock going in and out her ass is extraordinarily gorgeous. Her face is in contrast showing a silly emotion. Drools everywhere, her eyes are there but her vision is empty, snot is dripping out her nose, not to mention she seems to not be able to control her tongue, which is out and swinging.
You only chuckle at it. You slam down her ass with her bent over the sink for about 10 minutes before you grab her by the tits from behind. You force her body up and let her lean on you, which is easy to do since she’s practically limp all over. You stop moving your hips to guide her walking back, before lifting her legs by holding the underside of her knees. She’s now suspended in the air with your cock still lodged deep inside her ass. In the position many would call a ‘full-nelson’ you once again go to the poundtown with her.
Her being supported by basically nothing but your arms holding her legs is giving you an unbeatable sensation of the entire weight of her body crashing down into your dick. You groan right in her ear, she only responds in incomprehensible rambles. Gravity is your best friend right now. Another 10 minutes in full nelson though is basically a death sentence to your lower body, so you had to calm yourself down and take a breather. You slowly step backwards to sit onto the toilet. Needless to say your cock is still fully sheathed.
Jiwoo regains consciousness once you sit down for a few minutes. “Let me,” she says before slowly standing up with her wobbly legs.
Being placed right behind her, you naturally see the entire process of her anus letting go its hold of your dick. The way the sphincter is slowly sliding off your penis is insanely sexy. You are greeted with the view of her gaped anus the very next second. You have to expend your entire willpower to not fall into the temptation of launching your mouth into the winking hole.
She finally fully stands up. Kinda funny to have her towering over you for once. She turns around to give you the full view of her beautiful pert breasts—which of course you give those a squeeze or two. She straddles you meanwhile, lowering her head to kiss you once again. Her free hand is frantically searching for your cock, then directs it into her awaiting anus. “Ngh!” she squeals once it enters.
She immediately goes full speed. The sound of her wet ass slapping your crotch with every motion is nothing short of a harmonic masterpiece. You would gladly record that just to use it as an alarm. She’s moving even wilder by the minutes. Rotating her hips to give you the maximum sensation, also giving you the nastiest french kiss up top with her hands gripping your hair hard. She’s truly giving it all.
“Mmh. Fuck! I’m cumming!” she screams.
You hug her by the tummy. “Together!” you say as you shoot your hips up. Getting as deep as you physically could.
You tensed up in perfect synchronization with her. You moan as you spurt your cum deep inside. She let out a muffled scream—she’s biting her own lips—as she squirts onto your entire body. Then there is silence. You two are melted into each other in this symphony of sex, sweat, and sadness.
Yes. Sadness. The guilt comes crashing down as soon as the last spurt of your cum goes into her. You immediately remember Jinsoul. You remember her last words.
“I don’t like her. Be careful around her.”
A stream of tears is flowing from the corner of your eyes. “Oh, Jinsoul, how could I do this?”
Your hands unconsciously creep up onto her neck. She jolts awake when she feels your palms enveloping the skin of her neck muscles.
“Hehe, doctor, I’m still really tired,” she kisses you on the forehead. Not knowing what’s about to happen.
Your grip is getting stronger. You squeeze her neck tighter and tighter.
“D – gah – docto – agh – what – argh – are – grah!” she hits your hand several times.
You don’t feel her struggles at all. The only thing going on inside your head is the image of Jinsoul sitting beside you. You both are in the car. She’s looking at you in disdain. Angry, disappointed, but most of all, anguish. She’s crying beside you, and you can see the car that is about to hit the side of your car. It is all going in slow motion. You can do nothing about it.
When you snap out of it Jiwoo is already flopping in your grasp. Your eyes widen in shock. You instinctively throw her limping body forward. She doesn’t react. You are breathing in panic. “Did I just kill her?”
You approach the unmoving body laid in front of you. You bring your hand into her neck, which is bruised right now due to your action. There are still some pulses, albeit very weakly. She is not waking up soon, if ever.
“Hah. Well, thank God you’re still alive, Chuu. I can see why Jinsoul is wary of you, you fuck like an animal,” you look at her, unconsciously smiling too. You move your hand towards her now-kinda-pale cheek. You gently cup her jaw before standing back up.
You think quick. Your last brickwall in the experiment is to acquire a living body that is compatible with the remaining part of your wife. Not only does her blood type match perfectly with that of your wife, she also has a nice healthy body to use. You quickly grab her neck once again to measure the width, sure enough, she has exactly the same size as Jinsoul’s. She’s not as tall, but that shouldn’t be that much of a problem. Everything about her body is a suitable choice for your wife to use. Then you remember, the best candidate of your choosing, the most suitable one to your wife, is indeed Jiwoo.
You convince yourself once more. The time is now or never. You’re not getting another chance of a body so perfectly compatible with your wife’s. Alive too, that is. And so, you lift her body up to carry her on your shoulder. It’s midnight by then, so sure enough, there’s nobody outside. You quickly tread your way to the facility in front of your mansion. You don’t even bother to dress up, you can’t risk her waking up soon—even though you know she wouldn’t, by rough estimation you choked her for about five minutes, just enough to cut the oxygen flow into her brain without causing severe damage.
You enter the operation room immediately. Setting up everything has come natural for you by now. In less than 10 minutes, Jiwoo is already lying on the operating table with all the necessary drugs up and ready to be injected. You connect the life supporting tubes to her spinal cords, especially the parts around the neck connecting her spine to her brain. You have to keep her body alive but unmoving for the whole operation, so you paralyze her from the neck down. Everything is going well, the preparation procedure has basically etched itself into your being. It’s time to do the very thing you’ve been waiting all this year for. It’s time to transplant Jinsoul’s head into Jiwoo’s body.
You go towards the freezer room. There, your wife is sitting nicely, still in that glass casket. You pick her up. The preservation is going as smoothly as you calculated. She’s still fresh. Her brain is damaged that’s for sure, but the important thing is that she can soon open her eyes once again. You are very close to that point. You can’t wait to see your wife in the eyes again. Although with a different body this time.
You put her body down on the operating table, right beside the unconscious body of your assistant. You bring the table of scalpels around the tables. You pick up the Ultrasonic Bone Scalpel, it boasts the highest precision to cut bones without damaging the surrounding soft tissues. You turn it on and start doing your work. It is done so quickly by now that you are almost amazed yourself by how good you sever the head of your wife. You cut her head clean off before picking it up and give her a peck on the cold lips.
You bring your wife’s head into the device that’s keeping her brain activity going. You connect her head with all the necessary circulatory systems. Pumping oxygen into it once again, after being suspended in the freezing state for a little more than a year. It’s working well. You can see there’s brain activity slowly occurring by the monitor. You caress Jinsoul in the forehead, kissing her there.
“Just a little more honey, just a little more and then we’ll be together again,”
It is now the turn for prepping the body. You turn towards the table of your assistant before turning on the scalpel once again. You bring the tip of the scalpel near Jiwoo’s neck. But, as you see the first trickle of blood flowing from it, you remember the way she looks at you. You remember her eyes. How it has always been concerned with your wellbeing. How she compassionately looks at you for the entire time you’ve been grieving. You remember. You remember how you might have actually fallen for her.
You jump back. Lucky you haven’t reached any veins. You only graced the epidermic layer of her neck, not enough to cause any damage. You drop the scalpel while stepping back several times. You’re breathing hard, very hard.
Jiwoo opens her eyes to see a pair of blinding lights preventing her from having a clear vision. Her head is awfully painful. She also feels no strength in her entire body from the neck down. It takes her tremendous strength just to attempt raising her head.
“Wh-what is..., this? Wh-where am..., I?”
Her vision is slowly getting clearer. And with it, so is her memory. She remembers the restaurant. She remembers you getting so drunk you let out your entire feeling onto her for two hours straight. She remembers accompanying you to your mansion. She remembers..., getting fucked by you in the rear. Then nothing, she remembers nothing after that.
“What was it? Where am I?”
She slowly gathers enough brainpower to comprehend her surroundings. It turns out to be very familiar to her. The bright lights, the cold table she is lying on, all the monitors around her, the arsenal of scalpels beside her. She knows what kind of room she is currently in. It’s a surgery room. The similar type that she always enters when she’s working. Panic slowly starts to set in, her heartbeat raises, but her body is still nowhere near movable. She still has absolutely zero strength. Was she paralyzed from the neck down? It must be so. Then, with all of her power combined, she lifts her head to look upfront. There, she sees you.
She sees you slumping in the corner of the room, holding the head of your wife in your embrace.
Jiwoo tries to scream. She screams her very hardest. But alas, her voice in her current state is not nearly as loud as she meant it to be. Her thoughts are in disarray. The sight of you broke her.
You look up. Your eyes meet hers. Those are the eyes of someone in complete fear, a trepidation. You slowly stand up then walk towards her. Still with Jinsoul’s head in your arms. Jiwoo continues screaming to the best of her ability. Her entire body is trembling, she’s trying very hard to move, anything, any part of her body, just, move!
You stand right beside her, then turn off the blinding operating lights. It acts like a flashbang to the two of you, so there was a brief moment of silence. Once you both regain visions, you put your wife’s head on the table beside Jiwoo. She’s looking at you with cold sweats. Your assistant is trying to talk you out, but before she can mutter anything, you speak first.
“I’m sorry, Chuu. I know it must be hard for you to process-,” you point around the room, then finally to the head of your wife. “-all of this. Well, to put it simply, these has been my obsession for the past whole year. It must be utterly incomprehensible to you. But I’ve been trying to bring my wife back, Chuu, I’m trying to bring her back.”
You can’t hold back your tears. But you still do everything you can to look your assistant in the eyes.
“I was trying to kill you, Chuu, I’m sorry. I was trying to transplant my wife’s head into your body, I’m sorry. It will take you about three hours or so to regain strength in your body, you can take it easy. I won’t do you any more harm.”
You pat your wife’s head. Somehow it looks like Jinsoul is subtly smiling.
“Thanks. Assistant Jiwoo. Chuu. You might not know this, but my wife has never taken a liking to you. Heh. She might’ve known that you are one hell of a woman. So much so that you could actually pose a threat to her. I wish she was here to share the story with us, well, I mean she is physically here, so she might’ve been hearing us all the while. She must be fuming in heaven right now. Hahah! What a joke of a husband am I? Right honey,” you look at Jinsoul, then look up in silence for several seconds. Tears are still flowing from your eyes.
“You’re free to do anything you want, Chuu. I would personally advise you to report me to the police. For attempted murder, I truly did try to kill you to bring her back. But you made me realize that I should stop living in the past. I will be forever grateful to you for that. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I will reminisce some more with my wife here. This could be our last time meeting each other, so good bye. And thank you for everything.”
You pick Jinsoul’s head back up, hugging it again. Then you bow to Jiwoo before leaving her alone in the operating room. She couldn’t mutter a single word for the entire time you were speaking. But, she is crying, out of fear, out of agony, out of compassion.
=
That day marked the last day of your sightings in the whole city. The best neurosurgeon in town was nowhere to be found. Gone into thin air. Jiwoo never reported you for your act. The authorities never did make a case out of it as well. They did find out about everything, about this experiment of yours. But the whole council agreed to cover everything up. It would paint the town in a bad color, this case of yours.
So, uniquely, you’re exempt from any definitive punishment—that is, if they could find you, which they haven’t exactly succeeded at.
Jiwoo herself immediately quitted her job as a Physician Assistant. She was traumatized by everything related to surgery. After that day, she continued working in a daycare for the elderly, which she spent her remaining life upon. She never really smiled after that day, and decided to stay single for her entire life.
Kim Minjeong, or more commonly known as Winter of aespa, is dating Kim Hawthorn Willow, a British-Korean F1 driver for the Mercedes team. This story is an extension of this universe.
“Say, what are the chances of Charles winning the World Championship this year?”
“What? Suddenly?”
“Yep. I just watched a recap of the 2025 season, and I feel so bad for him driving in that team.”
“Heh. Indeed. The SF-25 was hot garbage. Well, I mean we’d never know, the chances are always there you know, for every driver, as long as everything works out for them. Charles is an exceptional driver that’s for sure, so yeah, I’m sure he, uhm, could hypothetically win this year. ...
... I mean, are you not even the slightest bit curious about my chances here? I’m still your fiance you know.”
“I will be, only if you can come here and sit next to me by the end of this week, bweh,” Minjeong sticks her tongue out, knowing full well she’s only talking to Will on the phone.
“Ah. Hmm, I’m so-”
“I know, I know. You’re sorry. You’ve sent me your schedule alright. No Valentine’s day for us. As per usual that is. Just let me be angry in peace,”
“...Okay.”
“...”
“...”
“Say something for gosh sake!”
“But you just said to let you be angry in peace!?”
And so the couple drifts through the night in those perpetual banter.
=
It’s currently a testing week for the 2026 season of F1. To say that Will is busy would be a massive understatement. He couldn’t even breathe outside the track this week. This is only his second season with Mercedes, and F1 decided to do a massive change in the regulations, meaning an entirely new car, with drastically different style of driving and a lot of needed adaptation. Will is completely tied up.
On the other hand, Minjeong also doesn’t have the right to say that she's free. She’s in the middle of a world tour. There’s also an impending comeback for the second quarter of 2026—it’s a full album too, to top it all off. She could probably do a comparison of which schedule is busier and win it, easy. But to compare such things in a relationship—a progressively serious one that is—is just immature and hurtful to both sides. Minjeong understands that. She just couldn’t stop herself from being irritated.
=
“Would you date Charles if you were a girl?” it’s a trap question. Minjeong is a sneaky one.
“Baby, what?”
“C’moon, I need to know!”
“Hmmm. Okay. Honestly, he is the hottest man on the grid. Pretty cool guy to hang out with as well. I would find it difficult to not want to date him,” Will says. After much, much consideration. It seems like he might’ve said the wrong answer though, judging from how long it takes for Minjeong to respond.
“Fine. That’s fair. So you would go for the face after all. Disappointing, but not surprising,” she finally answers with a cold tone after about 20 seconds of silence.
“See? Why would you ask that if- Hello? Baby? Minjeong, hellooo? Dammit, she hung up? Uurrrghhh,” he does breathing practice taught to him by none other than Toto Wolff, The Team Principal, to calm himself down. He proceeds to text her an apology after.
Baby, I’m sorry, okay. It was a hypothetical. Even if I were a girl I would still consider you as the number one. Don’t really know how you would accept that though. Oh well, regardless, I’m sorry okay? Love you.
Oh and also, first day of testing is starting in 9 hours. I’ll be sleeping now, see you soon. Love you, once again!
What Will doesn’t know is that Minjeong is literally giggling while rolling on the bed right now, after seeing how her fiance is reacting like that. Is it wrong to do so? Yes, probably. Does Minjeong know how important it is for him to stay focused? Of course she does. Will that stop Minjeong from annoying him even further? Absolutely fucking not.
“Aaaand, that’s it. Hup, click send! Ta-dah~” she says in between her chuckles.
ok.
Then she turns her screen off and throws herself in the bed once more. She now covers her face with a pillow–screaming into it–while kicking the air.
“I looooove you Will! Ah, I hope you’re doing well tomorrow, good night honey,” she says as she blows a kiss into the empty air in her room, imagining Will being in front of her. She falls quickly asleep after.
=
Will wakes up the next morning to see that haunting message from his fiancee. Nothing in this world is scarier than a simple, harmless text of just two words consisting of an ‘o’ and a ‘k’ from your significant other. Not even a 300+kph crash straight into the wall with a combined force of 100g’s could hold a candle to how scary the image of an angry Minjeong is to him. His timber truly shivers that early in the day.
He initially intended to answer the message after taking a shower, but ultimately decided not to. As to why? He thinks it would only make things worse for the both of them. For him, he needs all the focus he can have for while he’s driving the car. For her, he just thinks that from this point on, anything he says will just infuriate her even further—in other words, Will just didn’t have the balls to answer the message.
The day goes almost as quickly as Will does in the new car. He set the fastest track time of the first day of testing in Bahrain this year. Overshadowing even the likes of McLaren and Redbull–Max Verstappen, to be exact–which makes him optimistic for a title contention soon in the process. But, the haunting idea of responding to Minjeong’s text is still etched in the back of his mind. He dreads for the day to end.
*beep* *beep* *click*
“Baby!”
Minjeong has to calm herself down as best as she can in order not to burst out laughing from hearing the anxious voice of Will. “Yeah?”
The voice shudders him. It’s freezing cold. Winter is the one speaking right now, not Minjeong. “I-I’m sorry.”
“... and?”
“I, d-don’t know what to say babe.”
“Okay,” she says before hanging up. She immediately cackles after closing it.
*beep*
He lets out a defeated sigh. Also a quick “I’m fucking fucked” under his breath.
=
Before the sun rises, Minjeong is already awake. Sleeping for 8 hours is such a novelty for an idol, something she doesn’t get a lot of for the past few weeks. She only slept for about 4-5 hours today.
Minjeong’s schedule for the day is recording. Not the most physically taxing, but still exhausting nonetheless. Her skills as the main vocalist of the group really shines here, as the members all do their recording session for a full 10 hours.
“How’s it going between you and Will?” Jimin asks in between the sesh. She’s still the only one with the information of their engagement.
“It’s going well unnie, relax. ... I might be a bit evil though.”
“Huh?”
“Hehe, err, it’s uhm, I’m pretending to be mad at him. It’s been two days now, i just think it’s the fairest thing to do since we couldn’t have a Valentine’s day. Again.”
“Minjeong, dear. Huft. I will only say this briefly okay, but you shouldn’t do that kind of thing. Even as a joke. It’s not nice, for the two of you. Trust me on this,” Jimin grabs Minjeong’s hands in the middle of her sentences. She forces Minjeong to look her in the eyes.
Minjeong can’t look Jimin in her eyes. She keeps shifting her gaze onto anything other than the person whose face is now only about 5 inches from hers. “O-okay unnie. ... I’ll make it up. Tomorrow, alright?”
Jimin sighs again as she relaxes her shoulders, visibly slackening her entire body. “Okay. Just do it as soon as you can, okay? My cutie Minjeongie, you are the devil, seriously,” she says as she pinches Minjeong’s nose. They laugh together after.
It should be noted that these two have been conversing in extremely low voices, due to the secrecy of the topic and the straining of their vocal cords. By the end of the day, none of the aespa members are able to speak, nor are they allowed to.
Upon her return to the apartment, Minjeong’s phone beeped. She sees that there’s a message from Will.
Minjeong’s eyes sparkled reading that message. Tears are welling up in the corner.
Can we call again tonight? I missed you babe. Honestly the only thing I could think of when I was on the wheels, is you. Heck, almost swerved the car because of that. So, if you may, please let me call. Love you honey.
Sorry, I can’t speak right now.
=
13 February 2026. The final day of testing in Bahrain. Will didn't sleep much last night. There are dark circles around his eyes. He keeps going blank while putting on his racesuit.
“Hey, hey,” his race engineer taps his shoulder as he enters the car. Will only nods up to respond. “Is something the matter?” the race engineer asks.
Will smirks, then shakes his head. “Heh. No. Well, there was something, but I guess I shouldn't think about it now. Thank you, I needed that,” he smiles through the helmet.
The race engineer lightly shakes the helmet. “Any time mate. Now go and test the shit out of this.” They fist bump each other before Will’s car leaves the garage. He earned a whopping 113 laps for the team later on the day.
Meanwhile, Minjeong in Korea is starting to get consumed by guilt. It is now her turn to feel anxious. It’s choreography day. Minjeong’s lung isn’t fully healed yet—nor will it ever be—her being not in the best state mentally only further worsen her condition. Slowly as the day goes, her anxiety turns into fear.
“Stop. Again,” the dance instructor says, almost scolding.
It is already past 9pm. The girls still couldn’t quite nail the choreo, but out of all of them, Minjeong is doing the worst.
“Stop! Gosh. Okay, that’s it for today. I don’t think we could get any better as of now. Go get yourselves some rest girls. Also, Minjeong in particular, I don’t know what’s on your mind right now, but I really hope you can work it out. If I’m being honest, you’re heavily dragging the others down, alright?” the instructor finally puts an end to the practice after an extra hour of dancing.
Minjeong nods. She won’t show her face to the instructor. She’s crying under the cover of her hair. Her shoulders are trembling, no, her entire body is shivering. As soon as the instructor left the room, Minjeong collapsed on the floor.
“Minjeong-ah!” says the members simultaneously as they watch Minjeong fall on the floor.
“Are you okay?!” Aeri asks in panic.
“Here, here have some bread! I bought it yesterday, but it’s still edible!” Ningning sprints to grab a pack of melon bread from her bag in the corner of the room, before sprinting full speed back to where Minjeong is at.
“Minjeongie,” Jimin says carefully as she embraces Minjeong’s cheek, it is quite a bit hotter than it normally should be. Jimin then looks up, alternately looking at Aeri and Ningning who are now crouching to her sides. “She needs to rest. Extra rest. I don’t think the instructor knew about her lungs yet, I’ll let her know tomorrow. Now, girls, help me bring her to the apartment would you?”
Aeri and Ningning nod in unison.
The three of them carry Minjeong to the apartment, all the way into her bed too.
“You can leave us, go get some rest, Aeri-chan, Ningie.”
“Yeah. Minjeong, get well soon alright?” Aeri says as she tightly holds onto Minjeong’s smaller hands—it’s dripping cold sweats.
“Uhm. I left the bread on the table unnie, it’s my favorite, you would like it, probably, but yeah, get well soon unnie,” Ningning feels Minjeong’s neck, also wet with cold sweats.
The two girls leave soon after, leaving only Jimin and Minjeong in the room.
“Minjeong, can you hear me?” Jimin gently strokes Minjeong’s forehead, also clearing her face from the wet strains of hair covering it. Minjeong only nods slightly, it seems like she can’t open her eyes.
Jimin stretches her arm to grab the tissue container from across the bed. She then proceeds to wipe the visible surface of Minjeong’s skin. It’s getting hotter.
“Hey, don’t think too hard about it. If it’s about the choreo, I can handle it. If it’s about Will, I’m pretty sure he’s not mad at you. Just busy, probably. I trust him, and he trusts you too as far as I understand it. You should try to trust him too, alright?” Jimin says while wiping the sweat off of Minjeong’s body.
Right after saying those, Jimin can see Minjeong’s body relaxing. Her breaths are slowly evening. She can only smile at the sight of that. “I’ll put the medicine on the night stand alright? Some water as well. Get some rest, Minjeongie.”
=
The 113 laps Will did on the track is precious data to analyze later on after the testing session ends. It gives the team a much better insight into the car’s capabilities, and its compatibility with the driver himself. The day isn’t ending before the meeting is finished, of which, it only finishes at around 8pm.
Will excuses himself out right after the meeting ends to catch the flight to Korea about an hour later. By estimation, he should arrive in Korea at 9am the next day, perfectly timed to celebrate Valentine with Minjeong.
The reason he decided to go to Korea despite his schedule is because of the text he got from Minjeong in the afternoon. It was a simple text, but this is Minjeong. He knows she’s not one to be simple.
Will, I’m sorry.
=
Minjeong wakes up to the warmth of the sun breaching through the shades. She passes out after that rigorous dance practice. She can barely recall anything from last night, aside from the fact that the members carry her to the bedroom. Everything is hazy.
She gets up from the bed to see her meds are all prepared on the night stand. She subtly laughs. She’s really grateful to have someone as caring as Jimin by her side. Then she remembers something else, Will. Right as she is about to look for her phone, the apartment’s bell is ringing.
It rings about three times before it stops. Then it rings once more as Minjeong walks towards the door after taking her prescribed medication.
“Alright, alright! Jeez. I’m comingg!”
Minjeong opens the door.
“Ta-dah. Happy valentine’s.”
There stood Will, smiling like a child, holding a bouquet that’s two times as big as Minjeong’s body. Minjeong is petrified by the sight.
“...”
“...”
Minjeong steps forward. Will doesn’t move. She lifts the bouquet, seizing it from his hold, to then put it aside on the floor. She stands straight again after, briefly looking at his face. He smiles awkwardly. There’s a split second of her smiling, just as awkward, before she launches her body straight into his embrace.
“I hate you,” she pouts, she’s sobbing in his chest.
He gently caresses her hair. “I love you, Minjeong.”
Their hug tightened.
They keep their position. The heat is radiating. Minjeong in her casual clothes is fine with it, but Will is in a full blown traveling attire. He’s sweating his ass off.
“Uhm, honey, I think I’m gonna need to uhh, take a bath first or something.”
“Shush. Huggies.”
“...Okay...”
She’s chuckling. He’s slowly starting to laugh. They eventually laugh together while still in each other’s embrace.
“Okay that’s enough hugging I guess, come get in!” Minjeong releases her wrapping arms from him. Before she turns around, she raises her heels to stand on her toes. She grabs his chin, forcing him to look at her eyes, before kissing his lips slowly.
Will about to kiss her back when she suddenly backs away.
“Oop. No kissies until later~” she sticks out her tongue at him. She then turns around, stepping back into the room.
Minjeong then looks around, searching for something, before she looks up. She looks at you, the reader. “That’s my valentine. I hope you have a Happy Valentine as well.”
This is a tribute for the amazing Rei story made by the one and only @starconstruction! They're one of my favorite writers in this platform so go give their blog a visit~ You will not regret it, I promise :D
I made this story on a whim (also out of love for star the author), it is not a part of the scheduled Rei fic which is still in the making! Consider this an appetizer, if you may~
You take Rei to a cafe this Sunday afternoon, after a long discussion of where the two of you are supposed to go the day before. You suggested going to any cafe with a nice view to enjoy the sunset, while Rei—being Rei—of course insisted on an anime themed cafe located in the dead center of the city. You ultimately gave up.
Accordingly, here you are, seated, with Rei to your side, drooling. In front of you are some dishes called “rabu-rabu omurice” and a ramen with a literal gun—probably a replica, or an airsoft, you’re not entirely sure—jammed in it. It takes your entire concentration to not question anything about it. Rei looks excited, that’s all that matters.
“Woah! You see that? They go all out with the references! Where else can you get a perfect remake of that scene from Assassination Classroom? Nowhere! And this omurice! ... hm, I’m not sure where it’s from actually, way too generalized to be specific.”
You scratch your head. “I mean, as long as it tastes good...”
“Who cares about taste?! The most important thing is being cultured! Wa – ha – ha!”
You smile at her, trying to be nice. Truth be told, you want to get out of this place as soon as possible.
“My spidey sense tells me that you’re not pleased with all this. The matter, young padawan, what might it be?” Rei turns to you. She leans forward while placing one of her hands on her back, acting like an elderly.
You almost snorted the ramen out of your nose hearing Rei suddenly talking like that. You understand this one. Not everyday she references something from the olden days.
“You know Star Wars?”
“Muri-muri-muri. Never watched it. It's way too old. There’s almost always a meme of it though, I just said what I’ve seen in those.”
“Hm. We should see it together one day.”
“Chotto matte! You’re not answering my question.” Rei sits straight back up. She’s leaning towards you. You can feel her self-proclaimed ‘anime tiddies’ pressing against your arm. Wait, is she not wearing any bra? Again?
“I’m fine, Rei. Really.”
Rei pouts. Her body retreats. You can see her breasts jiggle freely under that oversized Jujutsu Kaisen shirt. “Hngh. Souka. So you want to do this the hard way? Fine then,” her hands move up to tie her hair in a makeshift bun. She’s gritting her teeth while her hands are in her hair. The way she’s upset while messing around with her hair. Her neck showed itself bare. Her armpits peeked out. Her hardening nipples poked through the shirt. She looks so damn sexy like this.
You know this move. “Rei, what are you doing? Rei-”
Rei only smirks, condescendingly. You wanted to stand up and back away, but alas, your back is against the wall. Rei’s smirk widens.
“Oh God,” you say as Rei goes down on you.
The cafe is large enough for it to have some kind of a gap in between the tables, so normally people wouldn’t know what’s happening in each table. Problem is, the cafe is empty—save for the two of you. The rustling sound Rei makes while unbuckling you is definitely audible.
Rei’s hands move swiftly. She’s a professional autist that’s for sure. “Hup, hup. There we go. I unsheathed The Sword of the Hero! Frieren must’ve been proud of me.”
“Rei-!” you gasp in panic as soon as your dick leaves the confine of your boxer. You are already half hard since you notice Rei isn’t wearing any bra. Rei wastes no time sucking you off.
“Ah-!” you squeal, but immediately cover it with both of your hands. The way Rei immediately swallows the entirety of your ‘sword’ is making you insane. You want to grab her hair and slow her down from how quickly she’s spinnin’ on it, but doing so means you have nothing to cover your mouth from grumbling. So you resign to just covering your mouth with one hand and grabbing Rei’s messy hair bun with the other.
“Gahk – aghk – glug – hlgk – glhk – gahk”
Rei deliberately makes that noise as she’s bobbing her head up and down. She knows that you’re afraid of getting caught. She also knows that the threat of it greatly arouses you, from how hard you’re getting. She feels great pleasure from both.
Your crotch is wet. Rei’s drool flies everywhere around her mouth, including the seat. The workers here would’ve instantly noticed the trace of what you two are doing. You feel heat creeping up your spine. Your cock is throbbing. It hasn’t even been 5 minutes since Rei’s giving you the sloppy throaty, but you can’t hold it any longer.
“Rei, I’m-”
“Fwaah~” Rei suddenly stops her action. Her mouth is covered with drool. Her lipstick are all spread out and messy. She’s wiping her lips with the back of her hand before giving you a nasty grin.
“What the fuck! I was close Rei!” You say, quietly. You still can’t risk being found out. That said, you’re unconsciously throwing your hips forward in the search of that never-coming pleasure.
“Womp womp. Your fault for not being honest. Now you have to face the wrath of the Demon King!” Rei sticks out her tongue at you.
Your cock is still throbbing. If this were to happen in your place then Rei would be on the floor, folded, with her pussy already flooded—with cum. But you’re in public. In this fuck ass anime cafe or some shit. You need to have some decorum. So you groaned, quietly, while tucking your rock hard penis back inside your pants—with great difficulties.
Rei chuckles beside you. She goes back to eat her gun ramen as if she didn’t just let her throat take your entire length.
Your eyes widen in surprise. There’s never a dull day with this girl. “Alright, alright, you got me Rei. I don’t really dig this place, hm? But it’s not that big of a bother for it to make me want to flee. And fucking hell my cock is painful right now, thank you for that,” you let out a big sigh as you end the sentence.
Rei laughs a little bit louder. “Do you want to wager your luck to the gacha gods?”
You look at her confused. “What?”
“C’mon! You still have a 50/50! Granted, still far from the pity, but the chance is never zero! To top it all off, you can be a pure F2P and still win this.”
“What?!” you say, even more confused.
Rei stands up from her seat. She’s standing weird. Like she’s taking a stance, about to do something. Her feet are distancing away from each other as she leans back slightly. She shakes her head to let her shoulder-length hair hang freely again. Then she crosses her hands right under her chest—now wet with drools but not soaking.
“KAKEGURUI MASHO!” she screams while giving you a very devilish smile. She’s giving you an ahegao right then and there. No way the staff didn’t notice this.
You immediately jump forward to cover her mouth. “Ssssshhhhh!” you say before nervously looking around. You catch one of the employees looking at the two of you weirdly but he quickly averts his gaze as soon as he notices you looking at him.
“Rei! What was that!?” you reprimand her in your embrace.
“I already told you about the gamble~” she says in between her laugh. She frees herself from your arm to then grab it and pull you away from that area. “Follow me!”
Rei’s guiding your way through the tables, then passing the cashier—who gives you an awkward smile right when you pass. And then, ah, you get it. She’s about to trap you in the toilet.
“Now activate my trap card!” she says—again, loudly—as she opens the bathroom door before pushing you in. She follows you in and closes the door behind her.
“Ryoiki Tenkai, The Fuck Chamber!” she says as she puts up her hand to form some weird hand signs.
“What the fuck is going on Rei” you nervously scan the entire bathroom with your eyes. It is abnormally clean for a public toilet. Quite spacey as well. There’s some distance from the toilet to the sink, enough for two people to do things.
“Sit.”
You turn around to see Rei standing behind you menacingly. “Huh?”
“I said sit.” Rei points to the toilet. “This is my cursed technique, and whoever is trapped in my domain expansion should follow my instructions down to the minute details. With no exception.”
“Rei is being Rei, okay then,” you tell yourself in your head. You oblige her shortly after.
She smiles right as your ass touches the toilet—it’s covered. “Now, remember about the 50-50? You’ll see what you get very soon,” she says as she starts to lower her pants. It’s off now. Rei is just wearing her panties and the oversized JJK shirt. She looks at you once again before turning around to showcase her ass. She’s wearing a g-string. Upon a closer inspection, you notice something shiny buried between her glorious asscheeks.
Rei hinges her hips to present her butt even closer to you. She then tugs the string aside to show you her buttplug. “Congratulations! You won the 50-50!” she says as she shakes her butt left to right, the buttplug lodged inside visibly sways, leaking out some lube.
You feel your cock flares back up, returning to its full mast in no time at all. You quickly free yourself up from your pants and the boxer simultaneously. You’re now sitting on the toilet, in this random cafe in the middle of the city, with your cock pointing straight up, with Rei in front of you flaunting her plugged asshole. What a life.
“From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me.”
Rei walks backward, still hinging her hips. She’s actually quite flexible with how she effortlessly hugs her own ankles right now. You would probably comment on it if it wasn’t for the distraction of her majestic ass with that sparkly ornament in the middle getting closer and closer to you.
“I’m gonna bounce on that dick, crazy style!” Rei says as she finally makes contact with your cock through her butt. She reaches your shaft with her right hand to put it snugly in the valley of her ass. She shivers to the hot sensation of your cock resting in between her ass.
You can feel how warm Rei’s ass is, although the coldness of the plug really throws you off. You slap her ass, light enough for it to not make a noise. It does produce a squeal though. You giggle at her squealing from your slaps.
“Poor guy, can’t resist the temptation of the behelit. Careful there, else you’ll fall beyond salvation and join the realm of Apostles themselves,” Rei is giving you a sharp icy stare, completely in contrast to how she positions herself on your dick.
“Poor me indeed. Say, would you mind if I humbly unplug your booty? Lest you’d want me to, uhm, join the Apostles?”
Rei’s eyes are shining after those words. It’s not often that you play along, let alone understand her words—you don’t, you very clearly just repeat what she said.
“Awww! You know Berserk?! Okay, you may undo the seal. Need I remind you, that you shall have the strength to conquer the tailed beast locked inside.”
“... Oh! I understood that reference. Is it Naruto?”
“Yes! Finally!”
Again, the contrast of Rei smiling so innocently, her face looking pure, her happiness permeating through it, and the fact that she’s presenting her plugged asshole to you in a goddamn cafe’s toilet is something so incredibly hot for both you and her.
You caress both of her cheeks before spreading it wide. Rei whimpers. You have no idea how long the plug has been sitting there. Her anal muscles are already loose. You flick on the handle of it, making it vibrate inside her ass. Rei whimpers again. Then you finally slowly pull it off. To nobody’s surprise, you did it quite easily.
Her anal ring gapes for some seconds before winking at you repeatedly as you remove the plug. Her walls are already flooded with lube. A lot of it is leaking. You insert a finger into her ass. It’s incredibly warm and slippery.
“Ngghhh. The law of equivalent exchange demands that you should stick your sword in me. Hayaku!”
You just smile and sigh. Can’t a man enjoy the view of his girlfriend’s beautifully gaping ass?
You twirl your finger around before releasing, making sure you scoop enough lube to apply it onto your cock.
“Okay Rei, ready?”
“Are you challenging me-”
You don’t let her finish her sentence. Cutting it off with your dick penetrating her balls deep from the start. She immediately falls silent. Her eyes rolled up. Her lips parted ways, still without a sound.
“Ggrrhh. Fuck. Your ass is always so tight.”
You don’t move for a while. The sudden penetration shocks not only her, but you are too. You’ve fucked Rei in the ass multiple times. Each time you do it though, she’s never this tight. Is it because you two are fucking in public? Does it excite her that much? Or is she actually afraid of being caught? Doesn’t matter. You pull out little by little, before sliding fully back in by pulling her hips closer to yours.
You try your best to stay silent, even though her anal walls are giving you quite significantly better sensation than her throat a few minutes back. You savor the feeling, fucking her slow and deep. It’s very different from the usual anal sex you have with Rei. Normally it is never this quiet. Intense clapping sound from the contact between your crotch and her ass, your moans, her screams, and her frequent prattles are the norms. She’s never this quiet. Wait, she’s being quiet? Ah. So she does have some shame.
You try to take a look at her face over that voluptuous ass in the way. You can see her tits moving freely, her shirt all bunched up just under her head. She’s sweating. Her breasts are shiny, much like her armpit shyly peeking out through her crumpled shirt. You look even further, there it is, her face, it looks so red. You’re not sure what causes her blood to flow all the way there. Probably because her head is in fact on the floor right now, or is it because she’s holding herself from making a sound? Or probably both at the same time. She notices you looking at her, so she gives you this pleading look while subtly shaking her head.
You notice her earnest request, probably asking you to slow down. As a response, you smile at her. Then you slowly shove her forward, releasing yourself from the vice grip of her asshole. ‘plop’. She immediately slumps forward. You also lean a bit forward from where you’re sitting, following her movement. The two of you are gasping for air.
“Cat’s got your tongue Rei? Why are you so quiet?” you say in the middle of your ragged breaths
Rei needs some time to stabilise her breaths. She’s looking at you from below, slowly raising her body after resting on the floor. She’s still kneeling with her ass facing you. The circular hole hopelessly opens and closes after losing its grip on your cock. Again you silently thanked the cafe staff for keeping the toilet super clean.
“Y-you fool. T-this isn’t even my final form-kyah!”
You grab her by the hips and force her to get back on her feet before turning her around. Then you tug her down to straddle you. “Yeah? Then try to endure this,” you slip your dick back inside her ass. She almost lets out a scream if it isn’t for her hands quickly covering her mouth again. She sits on top of you with your dick fully lodged inside her anus.
Your grab on her hips tighten as you lead her bouncing her ass. Interestingly, for someone so meaty, Rei feels so light on your lap like this. You slowly rub your hands upwards from beneath her shirt—it’s a bit annoying to see those Japanese symbols rather than her straight tits—to feel her body. Her entire torso is hot and sweaty. The sweat makes it easy for your palms to glide towards her tits. You squeeze those melons, she squeals—still with her mouth covered.
“See? Is it not better to just enjoy sex like this Rei? Hm?” you say, thrusting up. She complements the movement by driving her hips down every time you go up.
Rei throws her body forward—yes, throw, the back of your head banged the wall because of it. “Ngh! Nah, I’d win.”
You haven’t quite processed the twinging pain in your head when Rei suddenly says shit again and proceeds to go absolutely ham on you. She grabs your shoulders to use it as a handle as she drives her ass down. She twerks on your lap as wild as a hungry lioness—probably even wilder. You desperately hold on to her ass. The only thing you can do now is praying to whatever entity you can think of as your girlfriend really starts to drill herself into you with no mercy.
It doesn’t take more than 10 minutes of this for you to feel a familiar knot in your groin. “Fffuck. Rei! I’m close.”
“Aaah. Tell me, do you yield?”
“Fucking hell Rei, fuck! I yield!”
“Himmel the Hero would’ve done the same! The one piece is real!!!”
That last sentence almost negates all the things that've been building up. For a split second you almost decide to ‘whattheactualfuck’ yourself out of Rei, but thankfully you persist. Your sack is full, it’s about time to shoot everything you have into the depth of her anus. She’s not doing any better, you can feel her walls clenching you hard. She’s squirting on you soon after. The both of you scream while releasing everything.
You and Rei stop moving altogether. She limps and drops her entire weight onto you. Your hands also slump aside, letting go of her ass. You can feel her heartbeat, it’s matching yours. Her nose is exhaling hot air into your neck. You kiss her forehead, before she looks up on you with those doe eyes. Despite everything—its about your dick, it's still in her ass—she is still your cute and clingy girlfriend, looking up to you with love and affection deeply planted within her eyes.
“You like that baby?” you ask.
She nods. “How does it feel to get mogged while lovemaxxing your dihh into my ahh homeboy?”
You cringe. You cringe so hard your cock withdraws itself out of her anus from pure disbelief.
“What the fu-”
“Have you ever fucked my ass with your life on the line? Forget about fucking my ass, it’s time to kill each other!”
You laugh. Her words are just so incomprehensible that the only reaction you can emit is laughing. Oh well, this is Rei in her element. She may annoy you sometimes, and you might hate her for it. But in the end, it’s still her. You will always love her. You’re about to open your mouth, but she’s faster.
“So, how do you rate me from 1-10? Is it one-two-three-four-five six seven?” she says with a flat face as she sits straight up to do a weird hand gesture of raising and lowering her hands on the sides with her palms facing up.
“I love you Rei.”
She doesn’t expect that. Her cheeks are slowly turning red as she looks away in shame. “B-baka! ... I love you too.”
