1-Day Anniversary Sex?
Je Eunha was home alone. She looked around the quiet place.
"Did they go on a date or something?"
She quietly checked the first-floor bedroom. As she reached for the door, she clicked her tongue and gave up. Najin wouldn't like it. Shaking her head, she headed upstairs to the second floor. She sat on the sofa on the terrace and gazed outside. A pleasant breeze happened to blow by. But to Je Eunha...
Even the sensation of being alive didn't hold much meaning anymore. Her orange eyes shifted. After tremendous effort, this area was safe. But straying even a little beyond it meant danger.
"I went and confessed. I had a different confession I wanted to make."
She clicked her tongue and shook her head. She sipped the cocoa in her cup. She smiled bitterly. Her gaze drifted to the small table, then lifted up.
"I did tell him. But why isn't he scared?"
If someone received a prophecy of their imminent death, anyone would be afraid. The vague terror and tension of death—ordinary people couldn't overcome it. At the very least, their face should stiffen. But not Najin. He was like the protagonist of a story. Like a chosen hero. Full of confidence.
"Entertainment, my ass. Hilarious."
It wasn't him pretending to be tough. Considering his feats so far, it was genuine confidence. Even so, she couldn't just leave him be. Je Eunha stared down at her palm. She ground her teeth and smiled.
"Was it the 63rd loop? My hand got mangled from a deep gash, I think."
What if a man like Sung Najin had been there back then? If she hadn't had to shoulder everything alone? Remembering the past was becoming burdensome now. Repeating and repeating the Divine Game. Something essential to being human felt worn away. Could she break it now? This endless chain.
"That key seems to be Sung Najin. Haah, driving me crazy."
She took another sip of cocoa. She let out a low sigh. After countless loops. Arriving here with a tattered heart. She discovered the variable named Sung Najin. A variable that hadn't even shown its face before.
"No matter what, I'll protect him. It's time to end it all. And I won't just stand by watching!"
She vowed to herself. To protect Sung Najin. So he could end this game. At least that much, she was confident in.
She drained her cup. Eunha clicked her tongue.
"As expected, cocoa I make tastes like shit. What the hell."
People relieve stress by eating something. They find pleasure in doing things. That ordinary daily life had become a distant tale for Eunha. She listlessly set the empty cup on the table. Leaning back against the sofa, she stared blankly outside.
What if this tiresome bullshit finally ended? As a Foreigner, if the trip ends... will I be free? Or maybe an endless cycle of death awaited. Anything was fine. She just wanted to be free now. Watching storm clouds gather in the sky, she closed her eyes.
"Mm."
"Hm."
We made our way through Cheoljuk Hills. Conversation had dwindled. Sa-eun kept sneaking glances at me, then looking ahead again. I just grinned lazily.
'I can see right through you, sunbae.'
Better not to call her out on it. About that cute act of hers. Of course, even I was surprised by my own kiss earlier. Honestly, I wondered if I was insane. The old me would've just gone for a peck. No need to cross that line. But I deep-kissed her. The feel of shoving my tongue deep, ravaging her tongue and mouth—it still tickled me.
Ha, damn. I really did that? Was I in my right mind?
As I shook my head...
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I stared blankly into space. What the hell was that? Ridiculous. Apparently, some constellations were straight-up enjoying the show. Zeus's female version or something? I scratched my cheek.
"Um, sunbae."
"It's gonna rain."
"Huh?"
I looked up. The sky had clouded over at some point. A raindrop plopped on my cheek. The scattered drops quickly intensified into a downpour, pounding us mercilessly. Insane force.
"Eek!"
"A bit further in, there's a cafe, right? Let's head there!"
"Yeah! Run!"
Forgetting her shyness in an instant. Sa-eun flashed a confident smile and bolted. I ran alongside her. She sparked with electricity as she ran, and the cafe appeared soon enough. We arrived in one go. But the door was locked.
"Ah, it's locked!"
"Hold on."
I checked out the cafe. Glancing up, I spotted the eaves—actually, the underside of the second-floor terrace. This place had a terrace too.
"Let's go through the second-floor terrace."
"Hehe, then I'll leave it to you!"
Sa-eun pressed close naturally. Couldn't I just jump up? After a brief surprise, I nodded. I scooped her up princess-style.
"Whoa?"
"Up we go."
Riding blood droplets, I floated us to the second-floor terrace. Luckily, the terrace door wasn't locked. We went inside.
"Whoa, it really is a cafe. Nice vibe."
"Yeah. Wow, there's even a bed over there."
"Mm, just stuffed animals on it."
"Solid setup."
Pretty clean. A guitar stood in one corner. I sensed for presences. None in the cafe.
'No zombies, huh. Jackpot hideout.'
I turned to Sa-eun. Soaked through, her figure was on full display. Her body was temptation incarnate. As she looked around and met my eyes...
"Ah, u-um, over there."
"I'll find some dry clothes."
"Mm."
Seeing her girlish side, I turned and headed downstairs. The first floor was neatly organized. I wondered what it looked like bustling with people.
'Not anymore, though. World's gone to shit.'
I hopped the counter and opened the "Staff Only" door. Uniforms made for the cafe were inside. Spacious too. I checked them out.
"This one's men's, that one's women's?"
Non-franchise, but they had uniforms. Interesting. Two distinctly sized ones. Plus a shower room inside. I whistled.
"Got everything stocked."
No food, though. Coffee beans, milk, cream in the fridge maybe. Just no rations. Grinning, I grabbed clothes.
"Could turn this into a villa if we play it right."
Back upstairs. Sa-eun stood from her seat, seeing me.
"Sunbae, wear this."
"Whoa, where'd you find it?"
"In the staff room. There's a shower too?"
"Oh, right."
"You first."
I sat in a spot. Women take forever showering—might as well guard. Gotta plan next moves anyway. Could head home like this. But Sa-eun approached. Her soaked clothes clung tight. Pretty outline of her tits visible. Nipples hardening too.
"Sunbae?"
"Let's shower together."
"Huh?"
"What's wrong? It's our one-day anniversary. Silly."
She pouted, turning her head slightly. She stood, startled.
'Didn't know she had this side. Not just bold in fights.'
Thought she'd just be shy. Turns out she's got an aggressive streak. Only Chaerin had showered with me before. Record about to break.
"Yeah, sounds good."
"Then let's go. Together."
We went downstairs. In the staff room, we stripped wet clothes and left them. Sa-eun entered the shower, surprised.
"There's a washer too!"
"Better run a load then."
"Mm. Rain's picking up."
We tossed wet clothes in the washer and started it. Then showered naked together. Screech, splash. Water hit us both. Sa-eun shyly looked up at me, timidly standing under the spray. I took her in. Her light-brown nude body, threadbare nothing on. Toned, balanced from training. Legs blending slender grace and glamour. Water-glistening huge tits. Nipples heating up. Below, sexy abs and a hairless pussy.
My heart pounded like crazy.
'Do I like Sa-eun too? Not just Chaerin?'
Wanted to confirm this feeling. Which meant, eventually... I grabbed shampoo. Washed her hair for her.
"Eek, hey, Najin."
"Stay still. Let me do it."
"I can do it myself! Ah!"
"Can't even move right. Why do you keep freezing?"
"I'm not freezing! Hn, don't shake it!"
"Just washing, jeez?"
I chuckled. Sa-eun was adorable. And pure. Rare girl like this. We tacitly washed each other. Her touch felt warm, sticky. Soaping my chest, her hand slid down. She glanced slyly, past my thin abs, paused at my ass. What're you up to? Decided, she soaped my dick and balls with a soft brush.
"Eek, fu, it's big."
"Should I turn around?"
"No, look at me."
"Yours are big too. Tits."
"Hn, what kinda dumb talk!"
She eyed me mischievously. Somehow, we finished washing each other. Warm shower done, we changed into uniforms. No underwear felt weird, but beggars can't be choosers. Up to the second floor. We sat awkwardly.
"Mm."
"Hm."
A heavy awkward silence settled. Time passed like that. Rain intensified. Normal rain? Maybe. But in this apocalypse, who knows—suspicious.
'Sudden baldness would suck. No cure for that.'
I ran a hand through my hair a few times. Glanced at Sa-eun. Looked tired. Time to man up.
"If you're sleepy, lie on the bed."
"N-no."
"It's fine, I can..."
"Even if I lie down, I wanna with you. Ah! Forget I said that."
Sa-eun flushed red. I watched silently, then smirked. So damn timid. Stood up. Approached her. As startled Sa-eun looked up...
"Sunbae."
"Y-yeah?!"
"This is kinda weird, just sitting like this, right?"
"Wh-what is?"
"How about 1-day anniversary sex?"
Blunt offer. Her face exploded red. But she nodded. Bold, Myung Sa-eun.
"D-do what you want."
"For real?"
"Ha, what am I even doing with my hoobae."
"Not hoobae anymore. Your boyfriend."
"Eek!"
Startled, she jumped up. I groped her tits. Overflowing firmness and chewiness filled my hands, wrapping around my grip.
"Hnnght!"
"Then let's start, us."
I deep-kissed her. Gently stripped off her clothes.