CH 107

“Hngh, ugh, ngh.” I couldn’t differentiate between breaths and moans as they escaped my nose and mouth.

“You can call me Yeonseon. Or maybe I’m too different that you don’t feel like it?” He stroked me up and down with his finger and mumbled, “Then shall I help you so that you can imagine that I’m Yeonseon?”

Then, he covered my eyes with his hand. He leaned close to me and whispered in a voice only audible to me, “Haeseo.”

“Ah!”

In a soft voice, he merely whispered my name in a similar voice to that of Yeonseon, but my hips jerked up. Beyond the darkness granted by his hand, I heard Woorim’s soft chuckle. It was a bit mean, but it was filled with affection. That laughter spread across my heart and resonated down to my belly. Ah, he used to laugh like that. Tears ended up spilling out.

“Haeseo, let’s feel good together.” Woorim’s hand that was holding my member left, making me feel empty. Instead, something hot and hard replaced it. His wet member rubbed against me. He grabbed both his and my flesh in one hand so that more skin touched. His palms were slippery.

Woorim slowly rolled his hips against me. Through my slick groin and thighs, I could feel his firm waist, abdomen, and hips. They collided with squelches.

“Ah, ah, ah…!”

“Haeseo, Haeseo.”

“Haeseo, Haeseo,” Yeonseon’s voice seemed to overlap with that of Woorim.

Perhaps it was because my eyes were covered, but as he called out my name and let out hot sighs, I felt like they were from the past and not the present. The tongue that buried itself in my lips was hot and slippery. “Ah, ngh.” Our lips rubbed, and our tongues tangled into a mess. I was busy gulping down the air through the gap between our mouths. I felt like I was melting waist down, tenderly and wistfully. I cried as I clung to him.

“Call my name, hurry,” Woorim mumbled. It felt like Yeonseon in the past whispering to me.

I embraced the other’s feverish body, and I ended up saying what he wanted. “Y-Yeonseon, ah, ah, Yeonseon, Yeonseon!”

Just like a peeping chick as it followed the mother hen when I called Yeonseon’s name, Woorim pecked my cheek, chin, and earlobes. He didn’t go near my lips. If he did, the name I was calling out would be smothered. He thrust his hips and removed the hand covering my eyes. The dark ceiling re-entered my vision.

“Oh, Yeonseon, Yeonseon!” I screamed.

As I let out heated sighs, I also saw Woorim, who was leisurely watching me call out Yeonseon. Laced with enthrallment and joy, his gaze wasn’t unpleasant at all. He squeezed his hand below tighter.

“Ah!” I couldn’t withstand the increased pressure and let out a moan. My body trembled, and I came in his hand. Woorim pulled close and patted my head as if telling me I did well. Afterward, he laid on top of me and frotted against my stomach and groin before coming as well. My body and his became a mess with each other’s fluids. The scent of sweat and s*men filled the room.

I felt a part of my brain growing numb and blinked a few times. He rubbed my flat stomach and kissed my lips. The wound inside my mouth and the blood that came from it had stopped after the other man licked it away. I tasted something sweet and moist from the other’s mouth. Perhaps it was from me since the last thing I ate was chocolate.

I lifted my arms and hugged his head then called out the other’s name. “Yeonseon.”

“Yeah?” Maybe he thought he was still acting as he spoke casually to me. I hugged him tighter and asked in a tearful voice. “You…”

My voice refused to come out properly.

However…

“You… You’re Yeonseon, right?” I had to ask. It was the right time to.

Woorim sealed his lips. My eyes met his. But that was all—Woorim didn’t tell me anything. He didn’t ask back in astonishment, and he didn’t think I was being ludicrous. He simply didn’t react.

Since he didn’t react in any sort of way, I had no choice but to ask again. “No—you were Yeonseon once, right?”

My tears gathered behind my ears. It was just that, but I felt like I was one degree more secluded from the world. I felt like something cold, moist, and unpleasant was filling me up to the brim. I almost felt like it would consume me.

The air touching my now-cooled body was chilly. It was almost ominously chilling. I… I looked up. I looked at the person who was looking down at me. A person… I didn’t need to ask who it was anymore. I knew who they were now.

I recalled Yeonseon Ham, who was wandering the road, and then…

“Who’re you?” I remembered the voice of Yeonseon Ham when he fell on top of me.