Fallen Saintess Ha Yeon-ah
"Mm..."
Ha Yeon-ah woke to the bright morning sunlight stinging her eyelids. Every muscle in her body ached and throbbed with soreness, making her not want to move an inch. The impossibly plush softness of the bed clung to her relentlessly.
Crunch—
"Haaah..."
She stretched reflexively, and the stiffness from the night before melted away in a thrilling tingle separate from the pain. But Ha Yeon-ah still floundered, trapped in the bed's magic. Today, it felt warmer than usual, delightfully so. The pillow cradling her head was firm yet springy in a way she liked, and beside her...
The hugging pillow with just the right human body temperature, warm and oddly addictive in its chewy firmness...
Hugging pillow...?
"!!!"
Ha Yeon-ah's eyes snapped open. She swallowed a moan threatening to escape and cautiously glanced around. The sun had been up for a while; the hotel room was bright enough to make out everything without her Awakener senses. She knew exactly what—or who—lay beside her.
"..."
A masculine body with firm, Awakener-honed muscles... the one she'd clung to all day yesterday. How thoroughly she'd melted into its hard, scorching heat...
"Ugh..."
Ha Yeon-ah instinctively covered her face with both hands and curled into a ball. The memories of her lewd, vulgar antics flooded back like a brand on her mind, impossible to deny.
"Haaah..."
Once more, the sticky, slimy day replayed. A flesh-toned haze where only two beasts drowned in desire and pleasure, no people in sight... And of course, a man like Seong Ye-han wouldn't let a woman like Ha Yeon-ah go after just one creampie.
He'd dyed her depths in his color in one thrust, then tossed her—legs trembling like a newborn fawn, barely holding onto the vanity—back onto the bed. Her limp, pleasure-drunk body he'd ravaged again without tiring.
She'd heard men needed time to recharge after one round... But she could only accept his unrelenting cock and let out rapturous moans.
That satisfied male grin as he looked down at her total surrender...
Ha Yeon-ah had her breasts toyed with like playthings in missionary before taking another load deep in her womb. And the finale... hoisted up by him, wrapping arms and legs tight around his sturdy frame, clinging as he gripped her ass roughly. She'd trembled in joy, pounded senseless until blackout.
No matter how she saw it, she was a slut reveling in sex. No one would think "rape"—not even the first letter.
And what stabbed her heart most: every time their sex ended, every time he flooded her belly with seed, her body recovered dramatically.
The stubborn remnants of Park Eun-hyeon—clinging like grease no matter how she scrubbed—were gone.
'It... it was real...'
Ha Yeon-ah was shocked that Seong Ye-han's "excuse" was pure truth, no lies. Sure, how he reached S-rank was still a question, but ignoring the ironclad proof shoved in her face would make her a brainless idiot.
In the end, Seong Ye-han was right. Her baseless accusations had boomeranged, creating this outcome. Ha Yeon-ah had to admit it.
"What're you doing?"
As she shrank in self-loathing, a familiar male voice cut in.
"Eek?!"
Ha Yeon-ah bolted out of bed like a startled cat. Seong Ye-han watched, lounging with the lazy satisfaction of a predator stuffed on prime meat, sunlight gilding him. Her heart thudded oddly, but she ignored him, frantically hunting clothes.
First, escape this awkwardness for some alone time.
But...
"Ah...!"
Yesterday's shredded remnants. The moment things heated up, her outfit became rags unfit for human wear.
"Just come back in. Cold out there, right?"
Seong Ye-han called to her as she desperately covered her privates with her arms. He patted the spot beside him, nodding her over.
Feeling his sticky gaze, Ha Yeon-ah figured slipping under the covers beat stripping in front of him. She crept forward.
Creep, creep—
"Heh."
Seong Ye-han chuckled at her wary cat-like approach. A total shift from yesterday.
Slide—
It took time, but once she was back on the bed, he yanked her into his arms. One arm around her round shoulder, hand sliding down to grab a hefty breast.
"Hng! You...!!"
Ha Yeon-ah yelped, struggling free—but he had her locked. After enjoying her thoroughly yesterday, he knew her body well. His fingers melted her defenses in seconds.
Rub, rub—
"Haang!"
Palm engulfing the breast base, fingers teasing the shyly peeking nipple—struck like lightning, she could only yield like a shocked fish.
"So, what're you gonna do?"
"Wh-what do you... nngh!"
"You know what. Don't play dumb."
Ha Yeon-ah clamped her mouth shut against his demand for the answer she'd dodged. She knew her fault, but that didn't justify him raping her.
Chaos swirled in her heart again. Self-inflicted karma. Proof of his power. And worst... her whorish cries of pleasure in his arms...
"I... don't know!"
She punted the decision. Both at fault, so mutual forgiveness? No, some inexplicable aversion stopped her.
"Don't know, huh... Fine by me."
"Huh?"
Seong Ye-han shrugged agreeably and sat up. He dressed swiftly, leaving the bed's warmth. As Ha Yeon-ah felt odd disappointment at the void...
"Wait here. I'll grab clothes."
"O-okay..."
His unexpected kindness left her speechless. Soon, he returned with an exact match of yesterday's outfit. She could leave worry-free.
Afterward—from hallway to elevator, restaurant breakfast, to parting—he guided her gently. Ha Yeon-ah blinked in surprise but accepted his escort unconsciously.
His hand naturally on her waist, pulling her close—comfortable. At the table, sitting beside her instead of opposite, slicing meat for her mouth—heart-fluttering.
"Well, see you..."
"Yeah... bye."
They parted smoothly at the lobby. Home, until nightfall, Ha Yeon-ah spaced out like a soulless shell.
Her sister teased midway, but her overloaded brain couldn't process.
What snapped her out: a message from her beloved guild maknae, I-rae.
Right—she'd first contacted I-rae to expose Seong Ye-han's lies. Now known true, but...
Her heart pricked oddly.
Too close. Way too close to tell I-rae...
"Ugh..."
I-rae's pure smile pierced her through the screen. Ha Yeon-ah's heart whirred with guilt-triangles but couldn't confess.
She just typed banalities like [Yeah, me too].
As she clutched her stinging chest, another message pinged.
The fast-food spot where she'd first summoned him.
"Ahh..."
A familiar bitch in heat wailed inside. Of course—her own reflection.
She'd known he was filming and hadn't stopped, lost in ecstasy.
Ha Yeon-ah's eyes flicked between Seong Ye-han's and I-rae's messages.
Her original plan—to expose his lies and assault—lay in ruins.
Left only: a bitch who'd adulterously devoured her beloved dongsaeng's lover.
"Sorry... I'm sorry, I-rae..."
Tears fell as she apologized to her hospitalized dongsaeng. But not just for a one-time slip.
"Your unnie's... such a bad unnie..."
Her gaze returned to Seong Ye-han's message. Sticky desire bubbled in her golden eyes.
Something other than guilt took root in her breast... a tingling, viscous something.
Adulterous thrill... Someone once said it was the finest catalyst for pleasure...
"Sorry..."
Murmuring, her fingers typed.
She... didn't refuse.
"Done."
"Glad to hear it, senior."
"Phew... Honestly, I was worried she'd turn into a real enemy..."
"As expected of senior! Melting any bitch in one go—total technician!"
"N-not that much..."
"Ah! Kinda jealous though... Yeon-ah unnie liked you that much..."
"Uh... sorry? Should I say that?"
"No! But make it up properly later, got it? Se-nior."
"Got it. Promise."
"Then on my discharge day...... You know?"