Dreams of Black Flames
Chuuup…. Chuuwaaap…. Chuu….
I had a dream.
A world drained of color.
Only black and white remained.
『I am the light—your god.』
A woman appeared before my eyes.
She gazed upon the world with eyes that judged all things.
Once called Cheon Seha, she had cast that name aside to become the Heavenly Demon. Eventually she became a demon god, and now she called herself a god in her own right.
Her descent was so flawless it felt like the manifestation of divinity itself—something I wanted to deny.
The scenery shifted.
—Aah— Raham….
The Heavenly Demon placed her hand atop Seo Sara’s head.
The gesture looked so sacred that anyone watching might have mistaken it for a baptism.
‘No…. Stop! I said stop!’
I screamed and ran toward Sara, but the distance never closed. It felt like wading through water.
Our eyes met. Her gaze, filled with terror, reflected my face.
Ah. So even in a dream, I can’t save you?
Black flames flickered in her blue eyes, and then she let out a scream that tore at the ears.
She burned. Sara thrashed inside the black flames. The arms that had been flailing went limp.
Even though it was a dream, the smell of burning flesh from that day was vivid. It wasn’t much different from the stench of pork fat scorching.
『You have been saved.』
In the Heavenly Demon’s hand was Sara’s charred, blackened skull. She dropped it carelessly onto the floor.
It rolled. Sara’s head came to rest at my feet.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck…!
My lungs felt like they were hardening, yet my heart pounded violently.
My body seemed to be growing cold, yet sweat poured down my skin.
A strange sensation.
To experience death and life at the same time.
…I opened my eyes. The corners were damp.
The sun had already risen; the room was bright.
“Chuuup…. Chuuwaaap…. Chuu….”
A strange sound reached my ears.
“Chuuuup…. Chururup….”
My lower body felt wet and strangely sensitive.
I snapped awake and looked down. Han Somang was there.
She had my cock in her mouth.
“Were you awake?”
“Can’t you talk after you spit it out?”
When she opened her mouth, my erect glans popped out and bounced, lightly tapping her forehead before settling back against my body.
It glistened with saliva from how hard she had been sucking.
“Have you woken up?”
“Yeah. Good morning….”
Her lips, swollen from sucking, curved into a gentle smile. Seeing that smile didn’t make me feel good so much as a wave of helplessness washed over me.
She really meant it when she said she wanted to do it every day….
This was my choice. My doing. If it’s Somang, it’s fine, but… it’s still exhausting…. Haah….
While I was thinking that, Han Somang licked the tip of my glans with her tongue. It tickled.
“…What are you doing?”
“I’m cleaning you up!”
After saying that, she took my cock back into her mouth. She looked up at me with eyes that seemed to be begging for praise.
She looked both seductive and adorable.
If I came inside that mouth, she’d look even cuter.
I stroked her white hair, gently running my fingers from her temple to behind her ear.
Her face flushed deeply as she looked at me, then she sucked hard enough to hollow her cheeks and began bobbing her head quickly.
I had only just woken up, so my senses were dull. But a reaction was starting to build.
I grabbed her head with both hands. She looked up at me in surprise. Soon her eyes rolled back. I had pushed her down.
“Keck! Kuhup! Kuheup…!”
The tip of my glans pressed against her uvula. Even while gagging, Han Somang swallowed every drop of the semen I shot out.
Some of it came back up her throat and coated my cock before she swallowed again. It felt strange.
“Bweee….”
She stuck out her tongue to show the semen pooled in her mouth, then closed it.
Gulp.
Her throat moved. I could hear the sound of my semen sliding down her esophagus.
A single strand of semen she hadn’t managed to swallow trickled from the corner of her lips.
“Huu…. I only meant to clean you, but… can we do one more round?”
While saying that, she slowly climbed on top of me.
“Hold on a bit….”
“Aah…. Ah…! Y-Yes!!!”
Her face turned bright red. Was she embarrassed by her own words? Probably not. She was just flushed because she liked it.
The way she hugged me and rubbed her cheek against mine was proof enough.
“I could go for a smoke….”
I had quit smoking while dating Sara.
She never told me to quit outright, but whenever she smelled cigarettes on me she’d complain that it was suffocating.
After quitting, my mind didn’t become dramatically clearer or anything. I just felt satisfied that I was no longer the kind of person who needed a girl to suck him off for a cigarette.
“Please wait a moment! I’ll bring you one!”
Leaving those words behind, Somang stood up with a little “Hup!” She went to the dresser, pulled out a box, and started rummaging through it.
Her hips swayed enticingly, drawing my gaze.
Her pretty, wrinkled anus looked delicious, and beneath it her pussy—still bearing traces of dried semen—twitched cutely.
I wanted to grab her ass, bury my face in it, and breathe in her scent.
Han Somang emptied the box onto the floor: a watch, gold necklace, bracelet, gold-rimmed glasses, a Swiss Army knife, a disposable lighter, and all sorts of other things.
Then she took out a cigarette and handed it to me.
“Thanks.”
When I opened the pack, there were only five left.
Secondhand cigarettes. A secondhand lighter. Things that still carried someone else’s traces.
I glanced at Han Somang.
…She probably didn’t smoke these.
“Do you smoke?”
“No. I don’t.”
“Then should I go outside to smoke?”
“You can smoke inside. Go ahead!”
“…Thanks.”
I sat comfortably on the sofa and put one cigarette between my lips.
Chik, chik.
The sound of the lighter sparking.
Sitting beside me, Somang held the red disposable lighter and lit it for me. The flickering flame caught the cigarette.
Her hand was covered in wire marks.
Some of those must have come from strangling the owner of this cigarette.
I took a drag while staring at her scars. The tip glowed red before turning to gray ash.
Inhale. Exhale….
The bitter, burnt taste slid down my throat. I exhaled the smoke that had swirled once in my lungs.
Somang being a serial killer? So what. Did it really matter?
Before regressing, the Enoch Foundation I worked for had a board of directors that was completely fucked in the head.
Humans are all the same, so let’s use them up and replace them when needed.
With a single click from bastards who thought like that, dozens or hundreds of lives would vanish into thin air.
Was it fair to compare that to deliberate murder versus workplace accidents?
…Whatever.
If those old board members looked as young and pretty as Somang, I’d probably like them too.
“Does it taste good?”
Somang asked.
Does it taste good?
…Who knows?
If I had to rate it,
“Bitter. Tastes like shit.”
“……”
“Menthol ones taste like shit but cool. Fruit-flavored ones taste like shit but sweet. They make your throat burn and your chest tight.”
“……”
“But it tastes good because you lit it for me.”
“I want to try one too.”
“I told you it’s gross.”
“…Still.”
I opened the pack. Four cigarettes left.
I was about to pick one for her.
“Give me the one you were smoking.”
“I’ve almost finished it.”
“It’s my first time anyway.”
I took the cigarette from my mouth and placed it between her lips.
“Don’t inhale too deeply. Just hold it in your mouth first, then breathe it in.”
“Okay!”
She answered energetically. Her spirit was good, at least.
The tip of the cigarette glowed red.
“Kehack! Uheeck!”
She coughed like she had swallowed something inedible.
Even so, she kept holding the cigarette. After catching her breath, she brought it back to her lips.
Inhale. Puhhh…. Kehack.
She copied my breathing and gestures exactly. It was so cute….
“How is it?”
“It tastes like shit!”
“What? Puhaha.”
“Still, I want to smoke together.”
“Yeah, yeah. Got it. Let’s smoke together.”
Four cigarettes. Three. Two. One last stub.
We started burning the final one.
I took a drag, then passed it to Somang. She took a drag.
My head spun. My breath caught in my throat. Maybe I had inhaled too much at once. My stomach felt off.
But my mood was good.
This dizziness, this suffocation—I was sharing them with her.
Somang leaned against me.
“I’m dizzy….”
“Yeah?”
“But… it feels nice. Hehe. Weird, right?”
“…Same here.”
I took the last drag and stubbed it out with my fingers.
Our eyes met. She slowly closed her eyes and parted her lips slightly. She was asking for a kiss.
“Mm…. Hup…. Mmm….”
Our lips met. I passed the smoke still in my mouth into hers.
“Puhah….”
My mind felt hazy. She looked at me with equally dazed eyes.
Why was she so lovable?
A relationship that began after we had both shown each other our worst sides.
Maybe she looked even more precious because she accepted even my ugliest parts.
She smiled.
I smiled back.
Looking at her felt like looking into a mirror.
If I had been a woman, wouldn’t I have looked like that?
I felt like I had lost myself.
I had no idea where to go or what to do.
Stop the Heavenly Demon’s return? Investigate the Gyeongcheon Church?
Yeah. I should.
And after that? What would I do then?
Sara was dead.
The Seo Sara moving around after my regression… was she like the Ship of Theseus?
She looked the same on the outside, but she was nothing more than a meticulously crafted imitation.
She could never become the Seo Sara I knew.
If there was such a thing as salvation, it was realizing the reason for my existence.
Finding a reason to keep living.
Han Somang. You are my salvation.
The reason I live. The reason I must exist.
That is you.