Reunion with Eunji

Eunji sat in her car, restlessly tapping her fingers against the steering wheel to pass the time. Anyone looking at her could tell she was on edge.

"Damn it... Why isn't he calling?"

She opened and closed her phone every few minutes, staring at the screen until her eyes ached, desperately waiting for a notification.

Without him, there's no joy left in my life... Would it kill him to text me if he's going to be late?

Eunji was currently waiting for Dohyeon at their usual meeting spot. Back when Dohyeon and Taehyun had their wager, Dohyeon had brought Eunji to his house. Every single evening until the bet concluded, he had fucked her right in front of Taehyun's eyes. To Eunji, those had been the happiest moments of her life. To Taehyun, it had been a living nightmare that made him weep tears of blood.

The moment the wager with Taehyun ended, Dohyeon had cut off all contact with Eunji. His sudden disappearance had left her utterly bewildered. She had never imagined he would vanish without a single word of warning. Even so, she had managed to keep her composure at first. She reasoned that Dohyeon wasn't the only man in the world; she could easily find someone else to replace him.

But that was nothing more than wishful thinking.

When she began sleeping with new men to replace Dohyeon, Eunji ran into an unexpected problem.

What is this... Why does it feel so empty?

Sex with other men was physically pleasurable, yet she was constantly plagued by a nagging sense of dissatisfaction. At first, she assumed it was just a lack of sexual compatibility with her partners. She broke up with one, met another, and then another, repeating the cycle over and over until the truth finally forced its way into her mind.

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My body... It's been ruined. I can't satisfy myself unless it's him...

No matter who she slept with, none of them could replicate the sheer, mind-melting ecstasy she had experienced with Dohyeon. Forgetting him was no longer an option. Eunji resolved to find him.

However, she immediately hit a wall: she knew absolutely nothing about his true identity. She had initially met him just for fun, assuming they would part ways quickly, so she had never bothered to look into his background. Once he cut her off, he became a ghost—a man with no name and no address. Eunji had absolutely no way to contact or meet him.

Growing desperate, Eunji visited a private investigation agency to commission a background check on Dohyeon. Determined to find him at any cost, she threw money at them without a second thought.

Yet, contrary to her desperate hopes, it was impossible for a mere private investigator to find any trace of Dohyeon. And that was only natural. Dohyeon had already used magic to thoroughly erase his existence from the world while he focused on training the other three girls. For ordinary humans who couldn't use magic, tracking his footsteps was an impossible task.

Even the house where Dohyeon currently lived with his slaves appeared completely abandoned to the eyes of outsiders. Whenever he went out, magic blocked every CCTV camera and dashboard recorder from capturing his image. No matter how hard Eunji tried, she could never uncover anything about him.

The complete lack of evidence was so absolute that Eunji began to wonder if her memories of Dohyeon were some kind of hallucination. She even suspected it might be an elaborate plot to trap her. She couldn't fathom how a single living person could erase their existence so thoroughly without massive institutional backing. She worried that someone had intentionally made her addicted to Dohyeon just to extort money from her.

Terrified that she might have been covertly drugged and addicted to some substance, she underwent various medical tests, but the results came back perfectly clean. Furthermore, no blackmailers had contacted her since Dohyeon vanished, leading her to conclude she was just being paranoid. But as time wore on and every avenue of inquiry turned up empty, Eunji's mind became consumed by sheer, suffocating anxiety.

Driven by an unbearable libido, she occasionally slept with other men, but it was like scratching an itch in the wrong place—completely useless and deeply unsatisfying. Eventually, she stopped meeting other men altogether. Her body had been conditioned to crave only Dohyeon. At night, she would masturbate while fantasizing about his touch, but even that failed to quench the burning thirst inside her.

As she languished in this state, her phone rang earlier that afternoon. It was an unknown number. Sensing something unusual, Eunji answered.

The moment she heard the voice on the other end, her heart leaped into her throat. It was the very voice she had been desperately searching for. She recognized it instantly.

The first emotion Eunji felt upon hearing Dohyeon's voice... was not anger. It was pure, unadulterated joy that she was finally going to see him again. She didn't even realize that her smile had stretched so wide it practically reached her ears.

Eunji wanted nothing more than to run to him right this second and lose herself in him. Just hearing his voice after all this time made her panties grow damp. Yet, she did her best to suppress her excitement. Her pride refused to let her yield so easily, feeling as though she would lose some unspoken power dynamic if she did.

In reality, Taehyun had long since been captured by Dohyeon and broken into a completely ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠different creature. However, Dohyeon had used magic to maintain the illusion that Taehyun was still away on business, and Eunji believed it without a shred of doubt.

The moment Eunji heard those words, a flush of heat spread through her body. She had assumed he had abandoned her for good, but hearing him say he missed her filled her with an involuntary, fluttering joy.

Though she acted cold and prickly over the phone, Eunji was practically ready to jump for joy at the prospect of finally seeing him.

In the past, Dohyeon had often suggested meeting at her house. Every time, Eunji had refused, making up excuses about the risk of Taehyun catching them. She opened her mouth to decline this time as well, but the words caught in her throat. The thought of rejecting him now and having him disappear from her life forever was simply too terrifying to bear.

Dohyeon hung up immediately after his reply. Hearing the dial tone, Eunji let out a deep sigh. She looked up toward the second-floor bedroom.

"Sigh... Is this really okay?"

Her voice lacked conviction. It wasn't because she felt guilty toward her husband, Taehyun. Rather, she was worried about the consequences if she brought Dohyeon into the house and Taehyun somehow found out.

But that hesitation didn't last long. She rationalized that Taehyun loved her unconditionally anyway; surely he would forgive her for a single slip-up, or understand if she just apologized. Brushing the anxiety aside, Eunji arrived at the meeting spot much earlier than scheduled, driven by her eagerness to see Dohyeon. Yet, as she waited, her mind began to fill with a new anxiety—what if he didn't show up?

Tap! Tap!

Suddenly, there was a knock on the window. Eunji turned her head to see Dohyeon—the man she had yearned for so desperately—smiling and waving at her. Meeting her gaze, Dohyeon pointed his thumb toward the back of the car. Unsure of what he meant, Eunji rolled down the window.

"Pop the trunk."

"The trunk? Why?"

"Well, it's been a while since we last saw each other. I couldn't show up empty-handed, could I? I brought a gift for you. Pop the trunk so I can put it in."

Eunji felt a surge of pleasure; she had never expected him to prepare a gift for her. After Dohyeon placed the gift in the trunk she popped open, he walked around to the passenger side, opened the door, and slid into the seat.

"It really feels like it's been forever. You look like you've been doing well."

"...Why didn't you call?" Eunji asked, her voice a complex cocktail of longing and resentment over his sudden abandonment.

"I told you, I had some things to take care of. I sorted it all out and called you, didn't I? Why are you so angry?"

"I'm not angry. It's just... disappearing without a word like that was a bit much. And seriously, who are you anyway?"

"Me? My identity? You make it sound like you've been digging into my background."

Eunji scoffed at his nonchalant grin.

"Of course I did! You suddenly vanished... I was worried, so I looked for you. But there's no record of your name, where you live, or even your face on any CCTV. Who the hell are you?"

"Why does that matter? Is any of that important? What matters is that we're back together right now."

"...Fine. Let's just go to my place and talk."

Dohyeon's dismissive attitude left her with nothing to say. Since she had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠failed to uncover a single shred of information about him, she had no way of forcing the truth out of him if he chose to keep his mouth shut. Yet, she was unwilling to walk away from him despite how suspicious he was. She put the car in drive and headed toward her house. Along the way, she tried questioning him several more times, but Dohyeon merely brushed her off, offering no real answers—not even his name.

Upon arriving at the house, they both got out of the car, and Dohyeon retrieved the gift from the trunk. Having been inside the car earlier, Eunji hadn't seen the gift he mentioned. She gasped when she saw the massive box he pulled out.

"What on earth is that? Why is the gift so huge?"

The box, wrapped in decorative paper, was large enough to easily fit a household standing fan. As Eunji reached out to touch it, Dohyeon caught her hand, stopping her.

"It's a surprise, so you can't open it yet. Let's go inside first, talk for a bit, and then I'll show it to you."

"O-Okay..."

Eunji's heart fluttered at the sensation of his hand holding hers after so long, a warm blush creeping up her cheeks. Anxious not to let him see her flustered state, she quickly hurried inside the house, with Dohyeon following close behind.

Once inside, Dohyeon looked around the interior and asked, "So, where's the bedroom?"

"The bedroom? Why are you asking?"

"Why do you think? We both know what we're here for. Aren't we going to fuck?"

Eunji gasped at his bluntness. While it was true she wanted nothing more than to sleep with him immediately, she had expected them to catch up first before transitioning to sex. She hadn't anticipated him demanding it right off the bat.

"Of course we're going to have sex... but why the bedroom?"

"Well... isn't it just common sense to fuck a married woman in the very bed she shares with her husband?"

"What are you even talking about..."

In truth, Eunji had already planned to take him to the bedroom anyway, since it had a comfortable bed. She figured this worked out perfectly.

"Fine. It's on the second floor. Follow me."

Dohyeon carried the large gift box as he followed her upstairs. The moment they stepped into the bedroom, he set the box on the floor and immediately began stripping off his clothes. Eunji followed suit, her eyes glued to his body as he bared his flesh. She had been with many men in her life, but none possessed a physique as flawlessly sculpted and muscular as Dohyeon's. It was absolutely intoxicating.

When his erect cock sprang free from his underwear, she stared at it, utterly transfixed. Dohyeon watched her reaction with amusement as he walked over to the bed and sat down.

"Well then, shall we begin?"

"Yes..."

"Let's start with a blowjob. It's been a while."

At his command, Eunji eagerly knelt between his thighs as he sat on the edge of the bed, bringing her face close to his crotch. The familiar, musky scent of his cock immediately made her nipples harden, and her pussy began to grow slick with wetness. Dohyeon sneered inwardly as he watched her flush with excitement at the mere sight of his shaft. He could hardly contain his anticipation, wondering how she would react to what was about to happen—and how her expression would warp once she saw the gift he had brought.