2. Blind Ju Cheong-ah
“……Ian.”
Pushed back by Ian, Cheong-ah lay sprawled on the floor, gazing up at him as he straddled her. His face twisted with lust. And in his eyes burned the exact same greed she’d sensed from all those who had lusted after her before.
Blind as she was—no, precisely because she was blind—she had always keenly perceived the emotions, thoughts, and gazes directed her way. Every bit of it, distilled into that singular look...
“You.”
The only difference now was that she could see. Forced to confront that raw desire head-on.
“Do you want to take me?”
Cheong-ah whispered low, extending both arms. They looped around the neck of Ian looming above her, gently drawing him down.
“……Answer me.”
Ian surrendered to her pull, letting her arms guide him.
“Whether you want to hold me now... as a woman.”
Their torsos bent closer. Faces brushed. Eyes locked.
“Is that it?”
Jet-black irises, pure and unmarred. Ian’s matched hers perfectly.
Black.
Ian nodded to her question without a trace of hesitation.
“Yes. I want to. With you, Cheong-ah.”
“Hehe... Really.”
Cheong-ah let out a low chuckle. He knew nothing about her...
“You won’t regret it? I’m a troublesome woman, you know.”
“Why would I?”
“Well...”
This man wasn’t so different from the others who’d craved her. Just kinder, more naive. Far weaker, too. But if there was one big difference...
He gave me my sight.
Was it the alcohol? Ju Cheong-ah felt a small impulse bubbling up in her mind, sweeping her under.
Yeah, anyway... I can’t go back to Yuldo anymore.
If it had come to this, shaking off the chains of chastity and purity—handing herself over to another—didn’t seem so bad.
I knew it’d end up like this someday...
Repayment for her eyes, too. He wanted her with such fervent eyes.
From the moment her hand had touched his cock. When she’d taken it in her mouth, licked and sucked...
Ju Cheong-ah had known intuitively. That it would come to this eventually.
...Just far quicker than she’d imagined. A bit sudden.
She unwrapped her arms from his neck and spoke.
“Fine. Whatever. Chastity, purity—they’re luxuries I can’t afford anymore. And I wanted to repay you for my eyes anyway.”
She tilted her head slightly. All she saw was a sturdy wooden wall.
“Mind moving aside for a sec? I need to undress...”
“......No.”
Ian didn’t budge. His face twisted through expressions of worry, as if convinced she’d bolt the moment he did.
As if.
Ju Cheong-ah huffed a soft laugh and covered one eye with her hand.
“I won’t run. And even if I tried, I’d just end up back at your side. These eyes belong to you now.”
Had she never seen even once, maybe. But now that she had...
She could never go back to a blind life.
“So don’t worry. I’ve decided to become your woman, Ian.”
Because now she knew midday’s brilliant hues. Sunset’s lonely, warm red. The night sky brimming with moon and stars.
She couldn’t live without this bright world Ian had given her.
Since it’s come to this anyway...
At her words, Ian finally steeled himself and shifted aside.
“Thank you.”
Cheong-ah pushed herself up, rising carefully from the floor. She glanced at him, face faintly flushed.
...Being stared at so openly was embarrassing.
“Y-You’re just gonna keep staring?”
Nod. Ian nodded.
Ju Cheong-ah let out a deep sigh and gripped her collar.
“......Pervert.”
But she had no choice. She’d chosen him.
A little perversion was fine. She’d even heard lustful men made better lovers.
Better fervent desire than indifference, anyway.
§
Rustle. Rustle.
Ju Cheong-ah untied her ribbons, shedding layer after layer. Jeogori off, skirt strings undone.
Her pristine white skin emerged bit by bit, softly aglow in the moonlight spilling through the window.
My breath hitched at the sight.
How long had it been since I’d seen a woman naked...?
“Hup.”
Long, perfectly toned legs. Thighs sculpted from training, yet her milky skin made them seem plush and soft rather than muscled.
She caught me fixated on her thighs and teased slyly.
“What’re you staring at so hard?”
“Your legs. They’re gorgeous.”
“Hmm. I know.”
She giggled aloud. Now only the bandages swathing her chest and belly remained—plus silken panties below.
“Ian.”
“Yeah?”
“Sorry, but mind helping with the bandages? They’ve got a special incantation—tough for me alone.”
“Incantation?”
...This world had spells too?
I asked curiously, and she shrugged like it was nothing.
“They call it magic here. Yuldo says incantation. They claim the principles differ, but to a martial artist like me? Same difference.”
“Hmm...”
Probably similar fields with key variances. Engineering and science? Or something else.
Headache brewing. I shook it off and approached.
“How do I help?”
“Start at the back, waist level.”
I unwound from her lower belly upward. Reaching her chest, my hands felt an odd pressure—heavy weight.
“Hey, Cheong-ah. Feels weird. You sure it’s fine?”
“Just ‘cause of what’s inside. Normal—keep going.”
“...Okay.”
I continued. When the bandages fell fully away, my jaw dropped on its own.
“Wha—uhh.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Hu—huge. Yeah. Incredibly.”
Unbound, they were massive. Beyond huge—tits for days. Even wrapped, they’d hinted at volume; free, they ballooned even larger.
How had they stayed contained? Perfect shape, perky as hell.
“Incantation bandages, remember?”
“......Amazing.”
My sincere mutter drew a giggle from her. Back still turned, she padded toward the bed.
Light steps. Long black hair swayed, veiling then revealing her panty-clad ass.
She swept back the covers, climbed atop, and lay demurely—hands neatly folded at her solar plexus.
I drew near, taking her in slowly.
Gulp. Nervous swallow.
Arms folded in repose, her massive breasts squished outward. Fittingly large areolas, nipples thumb-tip sized. But pale pink on flawless milky skin only stoked the fire more.
Swordswoman honed by years of practice: sleek waist, subtle yet defined six-pack. Hips impossibly wide for an Eastern beauty. Long thighs...
“Why the socks?”
“Uh... Feet are still embarrassing.”
Anyway. Drinking in her moonlit nude, I climbed onto the bed.
Creak. Creak.
Original wood frame groaned softly. I crawled across the plush mattress to straddle her.
Our eyes met. Hers squeezed shut.
“Why close ‘em now?”
“Embarrassed.”
“But you stripped like it was nothing till a sec ago?”
“Different. You staring at my face so hard—what am I supposed to do?”
“You’ve got a lot of hang-ups.”
She pouted at my jab.
“Hey, Ian.”
“Yeah.”
“It’s my first time. Be gentle, okay?”
“I will.”
“Not yours, though, right? Obvious, from what you just told me.”
“Well, yeah.”
“Lover? Or whore?”
“That’s... uh.”
Truth was, I’d never had a lover. But “whore” might upset her.
Hesitating, she unfolded her hands and loosely draped them around my neck.
“Whatever. It’s all past now.”
“Cheong-ah.”
“Just one promise.”
“What?”
Her eyes fluttered slowly open. She spoke.
“Never betray me. Never abandon me. That’s the price for claiming me as your woman.”
“I promise.”
“If you do... I’ll take your head. Then mine.”
A bit scary. But whatever.
“I’ll never betray you.”
As long as I kept my word.
And so. I. She. We.
Our lips met softly.