CH 113

Every time his hard and long thing went out then back in, my fingers scraped the floor. Intense pain paralyzed my brain. My limbs were weak, and despite attempting to crawl away, I was pulled back toward him. That repeated several times before I understood what Woorim meant.

“Ah…!” As soon as I got used to the pain, I felt a stab of sharp pleasure. As painful as it was before, my body felt sweetness. I knew it wasn’t right, but my spine tingled from pleasure. I shuddered in horror, and my belly melted from the sweet sensation inside. I felt my head growing cold.

“Ah, ah, n-no!” My screams devolved into pleading moans. The sweet, tingling s*xual gratification resonated through my stomach and made me beg for more instead of crying in pain. “Woorim, Woorim…! Please!”

But even if I were him, I wouldn’t listen to my pleas. Woorim, pleased with the turn of events, gripped my hips again and pressed doggedly at the spot I reacted to. Each time he entered me, my hips writhed. Out of breath, I panted.

Scratching the floor, my hands reached out toward Woorim. I wanted to push him away, but it was impossible. My hands slipped countless times from Woorim’s arms and shoulders. Woorim also avoided my grasp. “D-don’t! Stop it! Woorim, Woorim!”

“That’s wrong, Haeseo,” Woorim finally responded. He held one of my hands and pinned it above my head. He leaned into me as I panted shallowly. As his torso leaned in, more weight went into the point where we were connected, and our skin was flush together. His firm abs and waist stuck close to the inner flesh of my spread thighs. I held my breath.

Woorim’s black eyes gazed down.  “Call me Yeonseon. I want you to call me Yeonseon.” He continued to thrust his hips up and urged on, “Okay?”

The friction from where our skin met down below caused the heat to rise to my head. ‘Oh, oh, oh…’ I grimaced and shook my head.

“Come on, call me Yeonseon,” he whispered as he nibbled on my earlobes, but I clenched my teeth, withstanding the painful sweetness overcoming me. There was no way he didn’t know that the fact that I was enduring this meant that I was being enticed by him. He laughed over my head.

Soon after, his devilish whisper clung to my ears, “I love you, Haeseo. We promised to have a hotel date, right?”

His voice was venomous.

My breath hitched. It was what Yeonseon said the day before he died. “Let’s have a date at a fancy hotel. It’s not fun to just start dating, right? Answer me later. I love you, Haeseo. Do you want to go out with me? Thank you so much. I’ll see you again.” The next day, the text message that arrived wasn’t about our promise but the news that Yeonseon Ham had died.

Tears welled up in my squinted eyes. ‘Stop.’

“I’m really late to hear your answer, aren’t I? I’m sorry. Did you wait long?” he asked.

“S-stop it,” I breathed.

It was the exact same voice as what I heard the day before he died. ‘Oh, Yeonseon.’ My body that reacted to his voice shivered again. He kissed me on the lips. The tongue that came in through my slightly swollen lips was cloyingly sweet.

When I closed my eyes, I could feel a familiar presence from an unfamiliar body. ‘Yeonseon, Yeonseon…’ He poured down a soothing shower of kisses and moved as he watched my every reaction. The accruing heat, electrifying pleasure, and his accelerating hip movements made me feel as though I would burst. I felt like I would go crazy.

Eventually, I cried and scratched at his back. “How come you’re Yeonseon? Why?!”

‘Oh, Yeonseon. It would have been better if you were a grim reaper who came to put a curse on me and kill me…!’

“If you’re Yeonseon, what about the real Yeonseon…?! What about Yeonseon?! Why you? Why are you Yeonseon?!” It was pointless to struggle and scream at the feeling of impending release. My body bounced with his movements, and I came, screaming between my teeth. S*men wasn’t the only thing that spilled out—my cries burst out as well. “Why was it you?!”

Could I complain about the misfortunes that Yeonseon experienced? No, I could never do that. The Yeonseon who I knew was standing in front of me. The original Yeonseon Ham… He didn’t like me. There was no way he would have liked someone like me. The one who persistently approached me and showered me with affection, the one who waited patiently for me until I could trust and love another person was…

“Despite knowing it was me, you liked me so much that you wanted to kill Hyehyun,” he said.

That person was the one before me, tickling my eardrums. I already knew that.

Yeonseon was my first—my first for everything.

The one and only…

Woorim Eun licked my lips that trembled from sorrow.