Chapter 56
Chapter 56
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 56
Chapter Title: The D-Cup Who's Obsessed With Me (8)
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Early in the morning, Lee Hyun-ah let out ragged breaths in her cramped studio apartment.
The bed she lay on was soaked with sweat, and used tissues were scattered all around it.
"Haa... haa..."
Even after finishing masturbating, she couldn't bring herself to get up, still lost in the afterglow.
Instead, she stroked her pussy once more to soothe her loneliness.
"Hngh..."
The moment her fingers touched her clit, desire surged again.
Her body heated up as she recalled the dream she'd had that day.
"Nooo..."
A reliable ally she could always count on.
A comrade who'd never once let her down.
A partner who always trusted her.
Someone she'd grown as close to as family.
The dream was of him raping her.
He'd overpowered her protests that she had a boyfriend, stripped her clothes off forcefully, pulled out his cock, and taken her virginity.
Then, mocking her cries of pain, he'd thrust his hips relentlessly before cumming deep inside her.
"...Was it too exaggerated?"
In truth, it wasn't quite that extreme. It hardly even qualified as rape.
He had been forceful, sure—but she'd given him permission.
And far from hurting, it had felt incredible despite being her first time.
Way better than when she touched herself.
"Ahh... Uncle..."
Every time his thick, hot cock plunged into her tight virgin pussy, an unimaginable pleasure pierced straight to her brain.
Her pupils dilated naturally, her mouth hung open, drool trickling out.
In that moment, all she could do was make lewd noises.
But he showed her no mercy.
If anything, he pounded even harder, slamming into her cervix, leaving her barely able to breathe under his assault.
"Ha-ut... haa..."
But even that felt amazing.
His body clinging desperately to hers in obsession.
His hips pistoning like a dog in heat.
His cum flooding her insides.
She loved it all.
"Haaaang!"
She felt a deep satisfaction from his obsession with her.
...Even if it was just a dream.
"I'm losing my mind for real..."
"I liked that Uncle depended on me, but... not like this..."
Finishing her final masturbation session, she let out a deep sigh and finally got out of bed.
Ignoring the love juices trickling down her thighs, she headed to the bathroom.
She planned to pull her scattered thoughts together with a shower.
"Uncle..."
But Lee Hyun-ah recalled another scene from the dream and touched her pussy once more.
After her shower, her mind cleared up again.
Good dream or not, it was just a dream. Nothing to fuss over.
She decided to chalk it up to pent-up frustration causing a random mishap.
Besides, she had a boyfriend.
Dwelling on it felt disrespectful to him.
Even if they were in a cold war right now.
Was it because she'd thought of her boyfriend? By the time she'd dried her hair, a message from Min-woo had come in.
He hadn't contacted her since their big fight a few days ago, but it looked like he couldn't hold out and sent the first message.
"Hmph! Can't live without me, huh?"
Feeling triumphant, Lee Hyun-ah grinned widely and opened the chat to reply.
But his follow-up messages wiped the smile right off her face.
She was furious.
Her stomach boiled with rage.
She hated her boyfriend for still not understanding her feelings.
She hated his one-sided declarations.
His attitude, treating her like his personal doll, made her sick.
What she wanted was supportive encouragement, not practical advice.
And practically speaking, she was sure she could keep Hunter work up.
Things had gone smoothly ever since teaming up with him.
But her boyfriend didn't trust her like that.
He jumped to conclusions without seeing for himself and pressured her to give up.
The gentle side she'd once loved was long gone.
"So annoying..."
With an irritated scowl, she called him.
She wanted to yell at him right then and there.
But...
"Huh?"
-Click.
A strange woman's voice had come through the phone.
So familiar and intimate, calling him "Oppa"...
Far too early for heading into work...
A two-letter word she didn't even want to think popped into her head.
Her hands trembled violently around her phone.
Tears plopped onto the screen.
"You... jerk... Hueng... This time... I, I trusted you... Sniff."
Her horrific past flooded back.
She felt abandoned all over again.
She'd thought their bond had solidified after that incident, like "hardship makes the heart grow fonder."
But it seemed like wishful thinking on her part.
His calls came in again, but she ignored them. Same with texts.
He kept messaging nonstop, but she blocked him out to the end.
She was terrified of picking up and confirming the worst.
She couldn't trust him.
She would've believed the old him, but lately, he'd been eroding her faith bit by bit.
And now this happened.
Naturally, her suspicion snowballed into certainty.
"No wonder he's been so cold lately."
"And talking so rudely all the time."
"He was lashing out to break up?"
"Telling me to come down was just to say it to my face."
"It all makes sense now. You jerk... You rotten jerk! Sniff..."
Her freshly mended mind shattered again.
Her mental state crumbled; she couldn't endure it anymore.
In the end, she blocked him completely.
Even seeing his messages was too much.
Stumbling to her bed and collapsing, the damp sheets welcomed her.
A foul, unpleasant smell wafted from around her.
But oddly, she didn't mind it.
Sniffing it brought him to mind.
The one from her dream who had ravaged her.
"Uncle..."
She craved healing.
She yearned for peace in her broken heart.
For that, she needed him.
With trembling hands, she painstakingly typed out a message and sent it.
Forcing cheerfulness. She didn't want him knowing she was hurting.
She claimed to have eaten food she hadn't touched.
It pained her to waste it, but her stomach churned too much.
Apologizing inwardly, she dumped it down the sink, snapped a pic, and sent it.
Far from recovered—she hurt all over.
For recovery, she needed him.
Only his praise, his thanks, his dependence could heal her.
But...
No matter how long she waited, no reply came.
There was no healing for her.
The longer she waited, the more it hurt.
Forcing more messages yielded the same.
The "1" next to her texts never vanished.
"D-Do you hate me? Have you just been pretending to like someone worthless like me?"
Dark thoughts crept in.
Normally, she'd laugh them off as absurd, but now they stuck.
Her self-esteem began crumbling to rock bottom.
"Ah! You read it!"
Suddenly, things changed.
He'd seen her messages.
Hopeful fantasies bloomed again.
"Ha, haha... There's no way Uncle hates me!"
But that hope shattered fast.
He'd read them but didn't reply.
It had never happened before yesterday.
With her mind in ruins, she took even this seriously.
She couldn't consider he might just be busy.
Instead, she convinced herself he'd grown tired of her too.
"No way! That's not it...! D-Did I mess up somehow? Idiot! What did I do! Ah... Please... Don't do this. Uncle, please!"
She sobbed aloud.
But he couldn't hear, and still no reply.
"O-Okay! I need to change his mind! Make him think of me always! No, only me! What do I do? How? Food! Should I buy him food?! Somewhere fancy... What does Uncle like?"
She bombarded him with pleading messages, but he kept ignoring her.
A hollow laugh escaped her. She felt so pathetic.
Like she'd plummeted into hell overnight.
Finally giving up, she turned off her phone and burrowed into the covers.
The outside world terrified her.
-Bzzz.
But then, a lifeline of hope descended upon her.
His message had arrived.
Her worries meant nothing to him.
He was just sick... She'd overreacted.
"Idiot! Of course! I should've trusted Uncle! Yeah... He depends on me so much... No way it'd be otherwise. Right, right!"
Her anxious heart calmed, her shaking hands steadied.
The pain faded, a smile tugging at her lips unbidden.
"Heehee... Yeah. Uncle and I have trust between us."
After the exchange, she crawled out from under the covers.
The total opposite of when she'd gone in—and with clear resolve.
"But... that's not enough."
"I need deeper, stronger trust."
"The kind that won't waver from something like this."
"I have to make Uncle rely on me even more."
"...Perfect timing. He said he's sick."
She rushed to her desk and fired up her laptop.
Then opened a map online and scrolled through their chat history on her phone.
"Uncle said he lives around here..."
"...Skip apartments. He said he can see Sun Guild HQ from his rooftop, so not here..."
"...That spicy pork jjambbong from two weeks ago was on sale... Ah, this Chinese place. Chain store... two in the area. Delivery took 20 minutes, so within this range..."
"...Police station's close. Walking distance 5 minutes, so rule out these two..."
"...Eats convenience store food a lot. Sells the stuff he recommends at Yoo's Convenience. Closest one only, he said... This area..."
"...Leaves two spots. But he said construction started nearby the day before yesterday, so..."
"Ah, found it."