Fallen Saintess Ha Yeon-ah
Clack-clack.
Ha Yeon-ah walked down the quiet hospital corridor, feeling an unfamiliar unease from the high heels. The hallway to the VIP room was wrapped in comfortable silence, with only the regular echo of footsteps resounding.
She arrived at I-rae's room, following the broad back of the man striding confidently ahead. Ha Yeon-ah steeled her expression upon seeing I-rae's bright smile welcoming her, though her heart twinged sharply once more.
If she let her guard down even a little, it felt like I-rae would notice something off about her current state.
"Then, unnie. Take good care of her today, too."
Ha Yeon-ah gathered her resolve at I-rae's soft smile, oblivious to her inner turmoil, and summoned her power.
Bzzz—
Golden light filled the room in an instant. Fully recovered from Seong Ye-han's creampie treatment, Ha Yeon-ah channeled her ability effortlessly—even more comfortably than before.
"Mmm..."
Ha Yeon-ah felt her tension ease a bit at I-rae's pleased purring, like a cat basking in the warm sunlight by the window. But that sentiment vanished in a flash due to an intruding hand.
Squeeze—
"Eek?!"
The sudden grip on her ass made Ha Yeon-ah yelp reflexively. She shot a panicked glance at Seong Ye-han, but he chatted casually with I-rae as if nothing had happened.
'C-crazy! He's insane!'
Gripping tight, then releasing. Stroking softly, then squeezing hard again. Teasing her ass like a bird pecking at feed—Seong Ye-han's hand nearly broke her concentration, almost canceling her ability.
'H-how can he do this so calmly...'
One hand toying with her ass, the other affectionately petting I-rae's head—his absurd behavior left Ha Yeon-ah itching to deliver divine judgment to that shameless face. But she couldn't.
Doing so might cost her both Park I-rae and Seong Ye-han.
"Hic..."
"Unnie?"
"N-nothing... It's fine."
As she endured his touch, his hand delved deeper. From kneading her ass, it slid lower to stroke the soft inner thighs, teasing her precious spot without quite touching—then wickedly withdrawing as if nothing happened.
Finally, Ha Yeon-ah withdrew her power and spoke.
"Hey. Wanna grab coffee on the rooftop?"
"Why the rooftop? Let's just drink here."
"Nooo..."
Clueless bastard. Ha Yeon-ah cursed him inwardly, barely suppressing the urge to grab his jaw and squeeze.
As she pondered how to drag him out and chew him out, unexpected backup came from I-rae.
"It's fine, sunbae. You two go get some fresh air."
"Yeah? Alright then."
That's my girl! Grateful for I-rae's perfect read on her feelings, Ha Yeon-ah dragged Seong Ye-han out.
Behind the smoothly closing door, a voice that sounded like stifled laughter pierced like a needle—but with all her focus on the man beside her, Ha Yeon-ah had no spare attention for it.
Up on the rooftop, mercifully empty of people, she could finally unleash her voice.
"You!!! What the hell were you thinking?!"
"Thinking about what?"
What?! His brazen counterquestion only fueled her rage.
"In front of I-rae, you did that... that stuff!"
"Hmm... What 'stuff' exactly?"
Even as she flushed and shouted, Seong Ye-han remained calmly inquisitive. Unable to voice the ass-groping outright, Ha Yeon-ah stammered to a halt.
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
Thud—clack—
The dynamic had flipped. As Seong Ye-han stepped closer, Ha Yeon-ah retreated a step. One step became two, two became three—until her back hit the wall.
His face drew nearer. Ha Yeon-ah's mind spun in chaos.
Just moments ago in I-rae's room, she'd planned to smash him flat...
"Th-that..."
Thud—
"Eep!"
Not loud, but the powerful thud right by her ear made her flinch. Seong Ye-han's thick arms now caged her head like prison bars.
"You liked it too, right?"
His whisper, breath hot against her ear, made the world spin. His sticky voice slithered into her ear, stirring her thoughts.
"N-no... I didn't!"
She denied reflexively, but his next move shattered her flimsy evasion.
Squish—
"Hic?!"
His rugged thigh wedged between her legs, drawing a moan.
"Didn't you?"
Squelch—
With a mocking twist of his thigh, a wet sound echoed clearly in their heightened senses—inaudible to normals, but vivid to them.
"What's this then?"
"Ugh..."
Irrefutable proof of her arousal silenced her, face burning with guilt, dark pleasure, and depravity swirling in her mind.
Seong Ye-han's lips approached. They pressed sticky against her tense nape, licked softly, then sucked hard—draining her strength through his mouth, or so it felt.
"Ah... no..."
"Really?"
She writhed to escape his arms, but she was a mouse in a trap. Pushing his solid chest did nothing; he wasn't frail enough for her tantrum.
His face closed in again. Heart pounding wildly, she squeezed her eyes shut.
Something soft and warm touched her lips. It nibbled gently, sucked cautiously, then knocked like a visitor—persistent.
Reflexively, she parted her lips. The intruder surged in, now bold as if at home, exploring every corner before targeting its prize.
It seized the homeowner, who flinched at its roughness, and demanded everything.
"Mmph... haa..."
Smack—slurp—
Stripped bare, she was dragged outside, spun around, soaked in foreign essence, left a mess—then sent back inside.
"Haa... huff..."
Schlorp—
Their faces parted. Thick, sticky flames burned in their gazing eyes.
Her drenched crotch betrayed her lust unmistakably.
"I..."
As she opened her mouth, simmering to a boil like heated water—
Creak—
The door burst open amid boisterous chatter. People entered, paper cups from vending machines in hand—clearly there for coffee.
"Ahem."
"N-no, it's nothing."
The mood shattered. They feigned composure with coughs and descended.
Back in I-rae's room, she smirked inwardly at the tension and spoke.
"Unnie, did a bug bite your neck?"
"Huh?"
"It's all red and swollen..."
"Ah... it's nothing! I-I just scratched an itch... Yeah, that's it."
"Unnie... Want a bandage?"
I-rae teased her desperate sister-figure like a playful kitten. Seong Ye-han shook his head behind Ha Yeon-ah.
***
After I-rae's treatment and visit, fulfilling their promise, Ha Yeon-ah and Seong Ye-han entered their usual fast-food joint. They sat at the reserved booth like regulars.
"You..."
Ha Yeon-ah glared as he slid beside her, arm around her waist—but he just looked back with a 'What?' face.
Yielding first, she voiced the question nagging her since leaving the hospital.
"But... with that ability, couldn't you just do it with I-rae?"
It was a natural doubt. His power was reliable and effective. Why rely on her when he could heal I-rae himself?
Seong Ye-han answered plainly.
"I haven't done it with I-rae even once yet?"
"What?!"
The casual bombshell stunned her.
"Well... when she collapsed, life came first, so I was gonna treat her recklessly. But it's our first time as lovers—gotta set the mood properly. Manners, y'know."
"Man... manners?!"
His absurd logic made her want to roar, 'Then what am I, chopped liver?!'
"It's different with you. You... pissed me off so bad it was revenge or whatever."
Unable to retort due to her own guilt, she swallowed rising tears of resentment.
"Plus, you're not the sweet, fluffy type anyway."
"Hng...?"
Grab—
Yanked fiercely into his embrace, his face inches away made her breath catch. He growled.
His arm squeezed her waist almost painfully, sending her heart thumping wildly and body tingling inexplicably.
Silent stares exchanged volumes in that brief moment.
"Right?"
His sudden gentle smile belied the roughness. Ha Yeon-ah denied the pang of regret, but...
Squelch—
"Eek."
Her body told a different story.