Bom's Secret Night
"Hey… Ajeossi… are you asleep?"
"…."
Just in case, Han Bom called out once more.
"Ajeossi… are you asleep?"
"…."
Han Bom scrunched up her face and groaned inwardly.
'Damn it… why does he have to pass out so fast tonight?'
Her heart felt restless as she sank into thought.
Calling him one more time felt like she'd be rudely waking him, but if she went back to sleep as she was, the stench emanating from Han Yeo-reum would make it impossible to sleep.
Setting up another tent was also impossible.
These tents functioned like the lodging system, preventing a single person from occupying too much space by installing multiple units.
Guilt and selfishness warred inside her. She simply could not bring herself to sleep beside Han Yeo-rum.
Left with no choice, she raised her hand to knock on the tent fabric and call out one more time.
Tap, tap…
"Ajeos— huh?"
She swept her arm back and forth inside the tent. No resistance met her. Her arm slid freely into Sung Su-ho's tent.
"…No way."
Holding her breath as much as possible, Han Bom slipped inside Seong Su-ho's tent.
Tents were treated as private space — outsiders weren't supposed to enter at will.
You could force your way in by destroying one, but that would brand you an Orange Summoner on the spot.
Yet Bom's body passed through without hitting a single barrier, sliding easily into Sung Su-ho's tent.
"Haha… Ajeossi… you trust me way too much."
She rubbed the tip of her nose with a finger and grinned. Knowing someone trusted her felt good. It was as if she'd caught a glimpse of the feelings Su-ho kept hidden.
She carefully lay down beside him. The empty spot put her face-to-face with him.
"Mmm… nice…. Really nice… This is a whole different league from that idiot's face."
An ordinary woman would never understand, but to Han Bom, Han Yeo-rum's face ranked somewhere around filthy rags.
And right now those rags reeked on top of everything else.
In contrast, Seong Su-ho's face—the one that had made Han Bom's hatred of men vanish—brought her immense satisfaction..
As she stared intently, Han Bom's gaze naturally drifted downward for a simple reason.
"Honestly…."
Han Bom looked toward Su-ho's cock and grinned.
It stood fully erect, jutting stiffly to the side.
Watching his face for any sign of waking, she slowly moved her hand towards it.
'Hmph… payback.'
Grinning ear to ear, cheeks flushed, she gently stroked his cock through his pants.
She couldn't feel everything with the fabric in the way, but the heat radiating from the thing inside came through perfectly.
'It's so hot. This won't hurt him, right?'
Having never touched a man's cock in her life, Bom had no idea whether what she was doing excited him or hurt him. She kept stroking, little by little—
"Hah…."
"Hhk!"
Han Bom yanked her hand back and squeezed her eyes shut.
Seconds ticked by before she cracked them open to check on him.
"…."
"Ah, damn... you scared me. Let's just sleep."
She smirked and decided to drop the games and settle in for the night — until his lips moved.
"Ha-yeon… more…."
"…Son of a bitch."
Han Bom's eyes snapped open, brows knitting tight.
She was the one touching his cock, yet some other woman's name came out of his mouth.
Han Bom could not let that slide.
"That's annoying…. So I'm not even on the shortlist? Fine…."
"Mmm…."
Boldly, she undid Seong Su-ho's pants and eased them down with care, determined not to wake him. Even as the fabric slid away, he showed no sign of stirring. The moment she got his pants and underwear down—
"Holy… it's huge…. I've seen it before, but looking at it like this is still embarrassing."
Right before her last regression, Han Bom had seen Seong Su-ho's cock up close. Back then she'd been so desperate that embarrassment barely registered — first time seeing a man's cock or not. But now, with time to spare, her thoughts tangled into a hopeless knot.
"Hah… heh… it's twitching…. Why are the veins popping out like that…."
Her face burned crimson as she studied every detail of his cock.
"I-if I touch it, he won't wake up, right?"
She tapped the head with a fingertip, careful not to let her nails scratch him. At the contact, the previously still cock began to bob and twitch.
"Nnh… hehe…."
Before she knew it, she had wrapped her palm around his cock, drinking in the heat pouring off it.
"Wow… it's seriously hot…."
The heat radiating from his cock converted straight into pleasure and flooded into her chest. Just looking at it and touching it sent her arousal climbing steeply. And then another woman's name slipped from Seong Su-ho's lips.
"Luna…."
"You little—!"
Even though she was supposed to stay quiet, Han Bom's rough temper flared.
"Excuse me? Ajeossi? I'm Han Bom, okay?"
"Nngh…."
Watching him shift in his sleep, she curled her lips into a long, wicked smile and fixed him with a venomous stare.
"Let's see how long it takes for my name to come out."
Her competitive streak overtook her lust. She slowly worked her hand along his cock, studying his expression.
"Nnh…."
"Good… good… that's the face I wanted to see, Ajeossi."
Always the one being led around, Han Bom felt a thrill boiling up at taking the lead for the first time — even if her partner was asleep.
"Hah… it's so hard."
She pressed the ridged veins into her palm and began a slow, steady stroke. Clumsy as a first-timer, she still poured every sense she had into the motion.
"Haa… haa… wait, why am I getting turned on?"
"Nnh…."
Seong Su-ho's 'face filled her vision. Every little twitch from the sensation of her hand sent a jolt of delight through her. Then her eyes fell on his lips.
'…Right now, this would still count as my first kiss, wouldn't it?'
Before the regression, Han Bom had been the one to rush in and kiss him. A man she genuinely liked — after a lifetime of hating men. That memory would never wash away.
She leaned slowly toward his face.
"Ajeossi…. Mwah…"
She pressed her lips to his and, at the same time, sped up her hand. Su-ho's mouth opened; Han Bom's opened with it. His tongue claimed the inside of her mouth with a rhythm so deliberate she almost wondered if he was really asleep. Receiving that tongue, Bom thought to herself:
'Yeah… I like it better when Ajeossi comes at me aggressively.'
She had lived her whole life on the front foot, yet in front of Su-ho she found herself wanting to be passive — wanting him to take the lead.
The kiss that felt like it could go on forever broke when Su-ho groaned.
"Nngh… I'm coming…."
"W-wait! H-hold on… wh-what do I do!"
Bom had never seen a man ejaculate in her life. She'd vaguely imagined something spraying like a fountain, but her head was too scrambled for clear thought. Then a conversation with Min Ha-yeon floated up.
(…Mwah.)
(Unnie. Why are you suddenly licking your fingers?)
(Ah! Something got on my hand!)
And the memory of Su-ho's semen she herself had once licked clean. Nothing else came to mind. Instinct took over — her lips went straight for his cock. The thing twitched with an almost imposing force, but Bom felt not a shred of disgust. She took the flushed red head straight into her mouth.
That was the moment.
"Mmph! Nngh! Nnnngh!"
Liquid slammed against the back of her throat. Thick past the point of stickiness — jelly-like — it flooded her mouth.
"Mmph…. Nngh…."
She tried to swallow, but it was so viscous it wouldn't go down her throat.
Thankfully the volume tapered off after a point, and she managed to hold every drop of what Su-ho had released inside her mouth.
A man's semen, accepted for the first time. Su-ho's seed sloshed and rolled across her tongue.
"Hnn… hnnnngh."
Han Bom memorized the taste of it with her tongue, then forced it down her throat.
"Ugh… a drop or two is fine, but…. There's way too much of this…."
She swallowed with effort, then looked down at his cock with an exhausted expression. Semen still leaked slowly from the tip.
"Ah… if I leave it like that…. It's my responsibility, so I should clean it up, right? Slurp…"
"Ngh!"
With a smiling, Han Bom sucked every last drop remaining in his urethra clean.
After confirming she had sucked it all out, Han Bom lifted her head and looked down at Seong Su-ho.
Seong Su-ho was wearing a faint smile, as if he were satisfied.
But seeing that expression, Han Bom hung her head and muttered:
"Haa… what the hell did I just do… Anyone looking at this would call me trash."
Seong Su-ho was the one who finished, but Han Bom was the one hit with the post-nut clarity. She'd stripped a sleeping man who wasn't her boyfriend, jerked him off, given him a blowjob — even stolen a kiss. If the genders were reversed, the world would flip upside down.
Then Seong Su-ho's murmur washed the self-loathing and guilt clean away.
"Han Bom-ssi…."
"Hehe…."
Grinning ear to ear, Han Bom fell asleep right beside him.
The moment Han Bom woke up, she looked at me and apologized.
"Um… sorry. The smell was just too…."
"Haha… fair enough. Good thing you got up before that guy, though."
The truth was, after receiving Han Bom's handjob, blowjob, and kiss, Sung Su-ho had drifted off in an excellent mood.
Fortunately, Han Bom had no idea he was awake the entire time. Blood doesn't lie — and apparently neither did her complete inability to read other people.
Su-ho-nim. It seems there's no longer any need to test the waters.
Good… once we're out of the dungeon, I'll take her.
With Han Yeo-reum walking point, Sung Su-ho strolled alongside Han Bom, casually groping her ass.
Outside of combat, Han Yeo-reum kept his eyes locked on Sung Su-ho, watching for any scheme.
'Stare all you want. Your little sister's already dancing on my fingers.'
Su-ho smirked to himself and slipped his hand between Bom's thighs, teasing.
"Nnh…."
A few hours later, Su-ho's group reunited with the rest of the party — and the moment they did, they found themselves facing the final passage.
"Another three-way fork."
"We've got time to spare. Should we head out right away?"
They'd reached the last fork at midday, when originally they should have arrived around evening. One extra day had passed — the cost of dragging Han Yeo-reum along.
While everyone else rested without much thought, two people couldn't sit still: Han Bom and Han Yeo-reum.
'…If we take the middle path, we're definitely going to run into Red Summoners again.'
'...Regardless, I have to go through the middle. I need to see that son of a bitch Seong Su-ho die before I regress.'
Armed with worry, Han Bom agonized over it several times, but she eventually concluded that she would follow Seong Su-ho.
'Ajeossi was strong enough last time to wipe them all out. As long as… as long as nothing goes wrong on my end….'
Han Bom's gaze landed on Han Yeo-reum.
The version of him who'd suddenly called her over last time and handed her items and water was nowhere to be found.
'That bastard… did he really do that to me just to get revenge on Ajeossi?'
It was a reasonable suspicion.
Excluding Han Yeo-reum's behavior, there had been no change in anyone else's actions.
'No… nothing's confirmed yet. Blind suspicion won't help anyone.'
Han Bom tried to scrub the doubt from her mind, but it clung stubbornly.
While Han Bom was suffering in silence, the break ended, and everyone stood up to prepare for departure.
"Alright, everyone be careful."
"Su-ho, see you later."
"Yeah. Ha-yeon, you be careful too."
Min Ha-yeon and Sung Su-ho. The affection in their exchange drew more than one pair of eyes — and not just Han Yeo-reum's.
'I hate this. Feeling this way about Unnie of all people….'
Han Bom felt a stab of self-reproach and forced herself to look away so the two of them left her field of vision. After that, she entered the middle passage with Sung Su-ho and Han Yeo-reum.
The instant they stepped through—
Fwoooooosh!
"Ugh!"
"Aagh!"
An immense shower of light engulfed the three of them.
And before long, a forest bathed in bright, sunny light appeared before their eyes.