#16 Dizzying Cohabitation Life (5)
1. In a parking lot untouched by human feet, the air simmered with a bizarre, lukewarm madness, thick with the musty stench of mold. One man swam in the pool of blood he'd created himself. Another gazed down impassively at the scene he'd wrought, observing the state of his victim.
"Gah!! Kek...!!"
The stalker's wretched form, toyed with in Yuchan's hands for a full hour, was a pitiful sight. To a stranger's eyes, it might look like he'd been run over by a dump truck. His thigh bone jutted out through the worn denim of his jeans, snapped clean. Every joint in his fingers had been crushed with a wrench. His hands, a grotesque harmony of purple and red, swelled to twice their size like some clownish gloves. Both ears had been gripped tight in the wrench's jaws and torn away, making his already ugly mug even harder to behold.
The stalker, who had screeched like a master pansori singer earlier no matter what Yuchan did, now barely reacted to anything. He merely flailed in the crimson blood, smearing modern art across the green urethane floor.
Yuchan methodically demolished him, careful not to let the filthy blood stain his clothes. This wasn't mere whim on his part—it was the punishment duly owed. Honestly, he felt nothing special. No matter how much he squeezed, the guy knew jack shit about X. In conclusion: a waste of time.
Yuchan slipped into the clothes confiscated from him earlier, retrieved from the van, and pulled a cigarette from the inner pocket. Maybe it was the influence of noir films, but scenes like this always made him crave a smoke. On a broader scale, it was a form of cultural brainwashing, wasn't it?
The stalker, limp as a rag, finally pried his mouth open. Blood from his shredded insides spilled over into his throat, spraying out with each cough.
"K-Kill... m-me... kill me..."
"Just a moment—let me finish this first."
He'd started out begging for his life, but after Yuchan's merciless hands, he seemed to sense his end was near. Now he groveled for death.
Yuchan checked his phone. A KakaoTalk from Nayae.
Tiny ziplock packets of powder. It was Yuchan's special aphrodisiac, the one he'd once injected straight into Nayae's womb in liquid form, now refined into powder. This batch included a dash of MDMA for quicker effects—a serotonin booster inducing feelings of security, comfort, and bliss.
For a woman who wasn't a true masochist like Nayae, arousal scaled with psychological and physical ease. Seohyun's body would gradually heat up beyond her will, leading to an intimate bond with Nayae. That's where Yuchan planned to begin everything.
Even a dense girl like Nayae had to realize she was aiding in the corruption of an innocent. Yet she craved only Yuchan's reward, without a shred of guilt. A far cry from her old self, obsessed with moral purity.
Or perhaps, to Nayae, this was just the process of making Seohyun happy. She knew how blissful it was to be dominated and conquered by Yuchan. No sin in that.
Yuchan spotted a plastic bag in the van. Torture tools—modified adult toys that, unlike his own, would ruin a woman for good if used. Unnecessary. He wanted sustainable relationships. He emptied them out and slipped the bag over the shoes. No more filth that way.
He approached the stalker's head, now incapable of proper speech, and kicked the nape hard, like a soccer punt. Steel-toed sneakers. A crunch echoed as the limbs, quivering in agony, went slack, head lolling.
"When am I supposed to clean this up?"
Yuchan sighed. He wasn't even sure where this place was, and tomorrow's work loomed worryingly. First, find the septic tank the stalker mentioned. He gathered the scattered materials nearby.
2. Seohyun couldn't fall asleep. It was past 2 a.m., well beyond her usual bedtime, but sleep evaded her. Maybe because it was near ovulation—her body felt in heat. Or perhaps the intoxicating scent from Nayae tossing beside her. Her lower abdomen burned hotter than ever.
An hour of silent wriggling, afraid to wake Nayae. The girl, who'd clung like a cicada, had rolled away under her own blanket. Hurry up with the new bed, Seohyun thought. This could lead to trouble.
That massive dildo in the bathroom kept flashing in her mind. Then, rustling from behind. Seohyun, who slept sideways hugging a cushion, perked her ears. Did my breathing wake her? Worried, she started to turn—but sensed something off.
-Rustle, squirm. The blanket lifted. The elastic of sleep pants snapped against skin as they slid down. Clothes coming off.
She thought she'd misheard. What? Sleep-undressing? Too hot? No, the boiler was warm, but not sweat-inducing.
It nagged at her. If Nayae kicked off the blanket and stripped, she'd need covering—no catching a cold. Reassuring herself, Seohyun turned just as a sweet sigh escaped Nayae.
"Haa..."
A voice so sensual it raised goosebumps. Seohyun felt dizzying vertigo. A sticky sigh, laced with fresh fragrance.
The bed rocked subtly—not sleep-talk, but motion.
-Squish!
"Haaang..."
She knew that sound. Rubbing love juices in a tight pussy with fingers made that noise. Nayae was masturbating. Thinking Seohyun slept deeply. But next to someone in bed? Normal?
Peeking at the lewd side of the once-cute Nayae thrilled her. With that huge dildo, her libido must be off the charts.
Speak up now? She'd be mortified if Seohyun admitted wakefulness. Strictly, it was Nayae's place—no right to judge solo relief. But that was excuse. Seohyun felt dark desire churning inside.
Pretend sleep, and Nayae's masturbation would continue, sounds broadcasting live from 30cm away. What would that prim face sound like in lustful throes? Wicked curiosity bloomed.
-Squish! Squish! Squelch!
"Hup... hng... heuk..."
Louder wet slaps. Fingers plunging inside, huh? That slim hand stabbing her soaked depths? Imagining Nayae stifling moans, fingering furiously to not wake her—Seohyun's body heated.
Nayae's hot breath tickled her ear. Voyeuring a friend's debauched form excited her.
"Seo... Seohyunnie..."
Her name whispered—Seohyun startled. She knows I'm awake? Answer or feign sleep? Pointless dilemma.
"There... right there... touch me more, Seohyunnie..."
Ice water shock. Nayae masturbated calling her name. Was Nayae lesbian too? Heart doubled its frantic pace.
Visions: hand in Nayae's panties, fingering hot mucosa, claiming her lips. In Nayae's fantasy, Seohyun ravished her thus.
Seohyun's long-suppressed lesbian walls crumbled. Nayae mirrored her so closely.
Somehow, Yujin's face flashed. She liked men. Lifelong pursuit, yet unattainable love. Bitter truth resurfaced.
"Seohyunnie... look... I'm... so wet..."
Sticky squelches yanked her back. Nayae, oblivious, raised her voice in her world.
Gathering courage, Seohyun shifted subtly. No reaction—just fabric on skin repeating.
Cautiously, she peeked over her shoulder. Blackout curtains shrouded the dark room. Adapted eyes caught Nayae clear.
This dimness hid her peeking. There: Nayae, tank top rolled up exposing perky breasts, pinching nipples with two fingers. Hand down pants and panties, squelching away at her pussy. Rough breaths leaked from parted lips. Pleasure-crinkled brow adorable. Such a beautiful body. Want to pounce.
First fierce impulse ever—but Seohyun suppressed. Arousal didn't mean wanting sex; Nayae might just need solo relief.
Realistic thoughts calmed her.
"Seohyunnie's fingers... haang... feels so good... I-I'm gonna cum..."
Eyes squeezed shut, Nayae's voice peaked. Arm snaking like a serpent in pants—erotic. Seohyun watched her climax with pounding heart.
"Huaaang... hik... hik..."
Biting her hand to muffle, Nayae shook the bed, trembling full-body. Ripples fading, she tidied clothes, wiped hands and privates with bedside tissues.
By then, Seohyun faced away again. Tension knotted her chest to bursting. That's the face she makes. First time seeing a known nude and lewd expression. Rare experience.
Nayae basked in bliss, then slept soundly. But Seohyun couldn't shake the erotic visions. Masturbate too? Last time felt ages ago. She shook her head. No guts beside sleeping Nayae.
Nayae seemed bold by comparison. Tonight would be sleepless. Handle it after Nayae's classes tomorrow. Rubbing thighs, Seohyun sighed deeply.