7. Not a Parasite, But a Pillar Husband.
Evening had fallen, the sun long gone and the moon shining bright. In her room, Bella woke up scratching furiously at her belly.
It was all because of lunch. She'd gotten carried away with the rare taste of alcohol, pounding back two full kegs of beer without realizing it.
Her head throbbed like it might split open—a vicious hangover.
"Augh, my head..."
Mussed hair, bleary eyes, crusty white streaks dried at the corners of her mouth. Every breath reeked of sharp booze. Anyone would peg her for a full-blown alcoholic, but her strikingly beautiful face somehow offset the mess.
Bella scowled, fumbling with her familiar left hand to grab the half-empty water bottle beside her. She chugged it down in greedy gulps. It was lukewarm from sitting out, but the sheer volume was enough to dull her pounding headache and quench her thirst.
"Ahhh..."
She tossed the empty bottle onto the table and stretched, rolling out of bed.
"Ughhh... What time is it?"
A quick glance at the clock on the inn wall showed it was their usual dinnertime. And yet, neither Ian nor Cheong-ah had come to wake her? Bella felt a pang of hurt.
"...Those sneaky bastards. Eating dinner without me?"
She'd already eaten lunch alone—now this? Unforgivable.
Grumbling, Bella hit the bathroom, handled business, threw on some clothes, and headed downstairs to the dining hall. They were probably chowing down on their orders by now. Maybe she'd flip the damn table.
With that in mind, she descended... only to find...
"Huh?"
Where were they? This spot was always theirs at mealtime. Ju Cheong-ah stuck to dinner like clockwork, borderline obsessive. Ian followed her lead, always eating right on schedule. Bella had no choice but to sync up with them.
So it didn't add up that they weren't here. Had they ditched her for some tasty spot elsewhere?
...That'd really piss me off.
Bella leaned on the counter—dining hall and inn reception in one—and asked the middle-aged proprietress.
"Hey, Derila sis. Just woke up—seen my crew?"
"Your crew? Ian and Cheong-ah? They went upstairs after lunch and haven't come down once."
"Huh...? Not even once? No way. You sure you didn't miss 'em?"
"Nah, I'd know. I sit here watching every guest come and go—it's my job. They never showed. Honestly, it's weirding me out too. Those two are precise about mealtimes. What's up with today?"
"Uh... dunno. Guess I'll check upstairs. Thanks anyway."
Bella climbed the stairs, leaving the owner behind. Things had felt off at lunch. Had they fought and crashed? Or was something else up?
Puzzled, she reached Ian and Cheong-ah's door and knocked. Knock-knock.
"Hey, you assholes in there?"
Silence. No response.
She knocked a few more times, then scratched her head in irritation. Door was probably locked...
Can't just bust it down. Whatever.
On a whim—worst case, it'd be locked—Bella twisted the handle.
Click. Creak.
It swung open. Her eyes widened slightly.
The room was dead quiet. Something wrong? Emergency? Nah, with Cheong-ah there, no way.
They must've forgotten to lock up after lunch and passed out. Room was too dark and still otherwise.
Innkeeper said they hadn't left, so probably conked out on the bed. Bella called out softly.
"Yo, I'm coming in?"
Just in case they were awake.
Stepping inside, her eyes took in the chaos. Water splatters everywhere, pristine white puddles. One section of the bed soaked like it'd been deluged, blankets dumped on the floor. Table stuff scattered, clothes flung all over.
What the hell had these idiots done in here?
"Fuckin' hell, what a disaster. Where'd they slink off to after trashing the place?"
She shrugged to leave—then heard a shower running from the bathroom. Shhhh.
"Oh, they're in there?"
Bella padded toward it. Despite her rough personality, she wasn't exactly experienced with guys or girls, so she figured if they were showering, they'd do it together at most—like washing faces. She pushed the door open.
Instant regret.
Oh, shit...
The inn's shower was straightforward, like a modern hotel's. Pushing the door revealed two figures behind frosted glass: a man and a woman, shower running, backs to it as they devoured each other.
Ian and Ju Cheong-ah. Tangled in passion, oblivious to the door. They kept going hard.
Squelch-squelch-squelch.
"Aaah! Hnngh. Uuuh! Hubby, you liar...! You tricked me again! Aang!"
"Tricked? You were shaking that ass, tempting me!"
"Ahn, nooo... I didn't, I swear... Hn!"
"Lying again. I said liars get punished...!"
Silhouettes through the glass: woman braced against the wall, ass thrust back; man gripping it, pounding relentlessly.
"Admit it—you wanted this...!"
"Aang! Ah, hubby...! Hn. No, Cheong-ah doesn't... hn! Want this...!"
Startled, Bella backpedaled to bolt. But her feet wouldn't cooperate fully. She ducked just outside, peeking.
I should go...
Her mouth flooded with saliva. Gulp.
She couldn't tear her eyes from their feral rutting. Instinct. Lust. The thrill of voyeurism on comrades she'd shared a month of trials with. Taboo.
"You liar...!"
Smack!
Ian's shadow raised an arm, spanking Cheong-ah's ass. Not the gentle Ian who treasured her.
"Kyaang!"
Violence that didn't suit him—but Cheong-ah moaned louder, begging.
"Ahnk, hak! Sorry, ahn! Hn!"
"Spanking you as punishment, and you're getting off? Pussy's clenching harder!"
"Hn! Sorry, huuht! But, ahn!"
"But what? Spit it out."
"Dunno... It's weird...! Huuht!"
Listening to their moans while spying, Bella felt her body heat up. That good? Screaming like that?
Ian's words echoed: Be my woman too, Bella.
My woman. Like her... like that...
Fucked. Ravaged. Her thighs grew slick between her legs.
No... me, now...?
Never felt this before. Bewildering.
Smack!
"Kyang! Hn, it hurts, hubby. Hngh, aaht!"
"Grrooh! Cheong-ah, Cheong-ah...!"
"Ahnk, too fast...! Hubby, aang! Haah! Breaking... I'm breaking...! Cheong-ah's pussy... is busted...!!"
Cheong-ah wailing. The elegant, pure, sometimes icy woman roaring like a beast.
Me and Ian... would I break too?
What had he done to reduce her to this? Bella's hand drifted down, slipping into her loose pants, past useless panties.
Squelch.
Her pussy, drenched and swollen. Throbbing clit.
"Hak?!"
A gasp escaped. She clamped her other hand over her mouth.
You idiot, they'll hear!
Peeking again—thank god, they were lost in each other, ignoring it.
"Aaaaang! Hak, hubby, I'm...! Cumming, gonna...! Cheong-ah's cumming...!"
"Me too—hold on. I'll fill you up inside again...!"
"Yesss, fill me full! Cheong-ah's... womb... pack it full...!"
Squish... slurp-slurp.
Ian bent, hugging her tight. Lips crashed; tongues mingled amid moans.
Ah...
Already done. Time to go...
Frustrated, Bella turned—then the shower door slid open.
"...Hubby, you left the door open when you came in?"
Cheong-ah, puzzled. Bella froze.
"Dunno. Come here quick."
"Tch, really... Gotta dry off. You'll catch cold."
"Heater's on. Fine."
"No. Just a bit, okay?"
"...Fine."
Pat-pat. Footsteps emerging. No escaping now—door slam might give her away.
Instinct kicked in. Hide. Where? Open closet.
There.
Bella darted in silently, easing the door shut. Just as Ian and Cheong-ah emerged.
"All dry. C'mere."
"Jeez... Fine. Such a horndog. Gotta wreck me completely to be satisfied?"
"Yeah, till you pass out."
"Mean."
"So... hate it?"
"...Didn't say that."
Pout.
Ian kissed her pouting lips, pushing her onto the bed. Cheong-ah kissed back, grumbling.
"Seriously... why shower if we're just gonna...?"
"Dunno. Wet Cheong-ah's too sexy?"
"Jeez..."
Arms around his shoulders, they kissed again. Their romp reignited.
Bella just held her breath in the closet, watching it all.