#29 Sunflower and Milestone (6)
Humans feel disgust and fear toward things they cannot comprehend. Yuchan realized that this pathetic instinct, which he had scorned as something only they possessed, was now manifesting in him fully. The inexplicable torrents of emotion he occasionally felt from Seohae had turned into pure revulsion. She was repugnant—smiling sweetly even when faced with a threat that could snap her neck at any moment. She was hateful—accepting even his deficiencies as if she knew everything. He wanted to destroy her for lingering by his side without the slightest guard.
What if he were an ordinary person? How would all these emotions have been processed then?
“Ah... it hurts...”
The moment they passed through the state-of-the-art turnstile, Yuchan gripped Seohae’s slender wrist with brute force and strode ahead. He dragged her along, ignoring her whiny plea. Had a station attendant seen it, they would have intervened immediately—but in this sparsely populated station, no one could stop him. This was what happened when you gave special treatment to mere prey. Just because she was a little unique, just because he wanted to learn more about her through this, he had let her do as she pleased. The arrogance of assuming she was fully controllable had been a mistake. With just a few words, she had shaken his composure. An instinctive realization—that leaving her like this would ruin even more—drove him forward.
Yuchan hauled her into the men’s restroom inside the station, slammed the door shut, and locked it. If Seohae was an existence he couldn’t understand, then he’d make her understandable. Make her tremble in recognizable fear. Make her consumed by fear he knew well. Make her scream in ecstasy each time her fragile spots were pierced, turning her into a being he was intimately familiar with.
Even as he dragged her here, Seohae offered no resistance. She could have screamed for help, but instead, she chose to follow meekly to the slaughterhouse like a lamb to the kill.
“I would’ve followed you fine without dragging me so roughly.”
Her delicate skin, gripped tightly at the wrist, bore angry red handprints—evidence of how mercilessly he had squeezed. Yuchan said nothing, stalking toward Seohae as she hovered uncertainly in front of the urinal. She would pay the price for her careless tongue. He wanted to teach her just how dangerous those flippant words had been.
“Did you think it was a joke?”
Someone might walk in, or the sound could leak out. But Yuchan didn’t care. A psychopath’s self-control was far inferior to that of ordinary people to begin with—impulsive and violent. He had only restrained it through sheer reason, knowing a sloppy impulse could lead to bigger problems. That brake had now reached its limit.
“Did you think I was just scaring you with words? How’s it feel now? We’re alone here. If I decide to kill you, it won’t take a second.”
He bent at the waist to meet the eyes of the tiny Seohae. His massive frame—huge even among men—engulfed her small body in shadow alone. And yet, her eyes remained calm in this situation. Did living under constant threat of death make even death itself lose its terror?
“You wondered why I kept hanging around you, right? Proposing a sudden date, acting all friendly.”
“What about it.”
Her words cunningly piqued his curiosity. This wasn’t begging for her life. She was simply voicing what she hadn’t been able to say before meeting her end.
“I don’t want anyone hurting because of me. Even if I disappear from this world, I wanted to vanish quietly like a star fading into the sky, unknown to all.”
Against his will, his vision began to waver. Like an old TV with faulty reception, static dissonance crackled as Seohae’s Black Box floated up unbidden.
“That’s why I skipped high school and cut off contact with everyone I knew to hide here. I couldn’t hide it from my aunt, though. Pretty cowardly, huh?”
Over her canvas-white dress hovered a single sunflower—vibrant petals unfurling toward the sun, standing resolute and beautiful.
“I thought that was fine, but maybe I was lonely too. I visited the lighthouse every day, and there you were. Then I realized.”
“...”
“That you wouldn’t grieve even if I died.”
Seohae closed her eyes calmly.
“The you I met was exactly as you seemed at first. A person who feels nothing, moved by nothing. Incapable of empathy from others or for others—like a dead bird.”
Her eyes slowly opened, gazing at him with tender affection.
“That’s why... I feel sorry for you.”
“I’m the one who’s pitiful?”
“I wanted to give you a final gift. For you to feel this beautiful world I feel.”
“Why?”
Seohae hesitated. She, who had shown no reluctance before the threat of death, now wavered.
“After meeting you, I started thinking. That suffocating tightness in my chest when I’m home alone... maybe that’s loneliness.”
She turned away shyly, confessing awkwardly in her clear, deliberate voice.
“Those mornings I hated waking up for... they started feeling a little enjoyable. Maybe that’s anticipation.”
“...”
“Going to the lighthouse a bit earlier each day than before, just to sit... maybe that’s waiting.”
She turned back with a smile.
“And finding even that wait happy... maybe that’s love.”
Tiny tears welled up, but her voice was bolder and brighter than ever. Composing herself with a brief bow of her head, Seohae confessed with earnest sincerity, no trace of playfulness.
“I’ve fallen in love with you.”
Yuchan couldn’t respond. Perhaps crushed by the weight of her feelings, or tangled in a mix of unease at that moment, or simply unable to fully parse her words.
“It’s natural to want to give a gift to someone you love.”
Speechless, Yuchan stared blankly at her face, unresponsive.
“But not anymore.”
Having finally vomited out the truth she’d buried in agony for so long, Seohae denied it all the same.
“If you accept the gift and gain a heart, you’d surely grieve when I leave.”
The noble poise of the girl who praised life even before death was mere plausible gilding. Just bravado, standing on tiptoes to avoid worrying those around her. It was laughable. Worrying about him without knowing her own place—nothing but arrogance.
“Right now, we could part with smiles, right?”
Seeing Yuchan clench his fist, Seohae closed her eyes. She wouldn’t worry about what came after. She’d endured long enough. Exaggerating a bit, his fist was as big as her head. Swung with full force, it would snap her neck bone cleanly. He pulled his shoulder back to unleash it—but at some point, the punch halted.
It wasn’t regained reason or conquered passion writhing in his chest. His body simply wouldn’t obey, as if broken. Yuchan lowered his fist. Instead, he seized the breast of the trembling, eyes-closed Seohae. Beneath the soft bra, her firm mound pushed back against his hand.
“Eut...!”
“If I’m killing you anyway, using your body first doesn’t matter, right?”
“It’s fine.”
Even against this explosive act, Seohae showed no refusal.
“You made me happy. Kept the loneliness away... so I want to help too.”
She spouted nonsense beyond common sense.
“Don’t expect me to respect you.”
The obvious words might have been a reminder to himself, not her.
“That’s okay too.”
He shoved the nonchalant Seohae into a stall. With rough hands, he hiked her dress skirt up to her chest. As she swallowed hard, her pathologically pale skin gleamed under the harsh fluorescent light. Her round hips and slightly lean legs stretched pleasingly; the dress’s shadow draped from her long navel and soft belly down to the underwire of her soft bra. It wasn’t mere beauty. Her flesh embodied fragile purity and precariousness, as if it might shatter at a touch.
Yuchan released the skirt.
“Hands on the wall, ass out.”
At his low command, Seohae promptly turned and bent at the waist. Frail as she was, her flesh was scant, but the round ass visible even over the dress had perfect shape. Now in position awaiting copulation. Just not seeing her face brought Yuchan an inexplicable relief. From here, it was familiar territory—the dynamic he knew.
He rolled the skirt up to her waist. Her pastel underwear emerged. Devoid of any allure, the plain panties suited a schoolgirl, emphasizing her innocence.
“Aaaak...!!!”
Sudden agony tore a scream from Seohae. Yuchan had grabbed the back of her panties and yanked them up. The front, once covering her mound, now dug into her delicate labia like a cord. Seohae rose on tiptoes, barely resisting the pain.
“I’m going to rape you. So thoroughly and brutally that anyone who sees will pity you.”
Yuchan savored the scene he’d created. Her dry labia clenched the thin rope of fabric. The plump outer lips, pushed out by the pressure, exuded fresh allure.
“Still a virgin?”
“...Pardon?”
“No experience with men?”
“Ugh... Yes...”
“Then Seohae’s first time will be in a train station public restroom.”
“Huu... hngh...”
Yanking the rubber waistband like a handle rubbed the intruding fabric deeper against her clit and slit. Her cute ass swayed slightly left and right with his rough pulls. Seohae desperately endured, hands braced on the wall.
-Rip!!
Like an execution by hanging, Yuchan slowly raised his hand until the rubber snapped. Her lower body shuddered in sudden release from the pressure. He tossed the annoying remnants into the trash. With the cover gone, Seohae’s pussy and asshole lay bare before him. Pristine, without pigmentation or hair, her slit was faintly reddened from the friction. A clean hole to torment—one that promised the thrill of defilement.
“Lower your waist.”
He forced down her awkwardly arched back—like a ridiculous pitched roof. No male experience meant she didn’t even know a position for easy entry. As her waist dropped, her ass cheeks naturally parted. He slid his hand into the valley, spreading her immature, fresh pussy wide with both thumbs. Between the splayed petal-like lips, red inner flesh gaped open.
“Hauk...!”
Seohae moaned as his cold fingers invaded her sensitive spot. Her entrance, stretched excessively, bore a white ring of mucosa clinging tight—the proof of her virginity. Seohae was a true virgin, never even having masturbated with her pussy.
Yuchan dropped his pants. Foreplay wasn’t on the table.
“If you don’t want it to hurt, get yourself wet.”
Rubbing his cock along her cleft, Yuchan thrust in without warning.