White Angel
“Happy birthday.”
“Thank you, Seong-min...”
Seong-min clapped as Hye-sook blew out the candles with a soft puff of breath. During the gift exchange that followed, he presented her with a necklace.
“Let me put it on for you.”
He rose from his seat, stepped behind her, and fastened the gold chain around her neck. A luminous gemstone gleamed at its center.
“It’s so beautiful...”
“Do you like it?”
“Yes... I’m really happy to receive a gift like this...”
Thankfully, Hye-sook seemed genuinely pleased.
A delicious dinner, cake, and the gift ceremony all flowed together. When it came time to clear the table, Seong-min helped beside her. Once the dining table was spotless, they settled onto the living-room sofa with cups of coffee, just the two of them.
“It’s your birthday—only once a year. Doesn’t it feel a little lonely letting it pass so quietly?”
Hye-sook shook her head.
“No... it doesn’t. I’d rather spend it like this, just the two of us, warm and close, than have a crowd of people fussing around.”
Seong-min reached out and took her hand, squeezing the back of it firmly.
When the night grew late, the two of them went into the bedroom.
“Stay still... Tonight I’ll take care of you.”
Meeting Hye-sook’s gaze—her eyes faintly reddened around the rims—he lowered his head and began with a light kiss.
“Mwah...”
A soft, wet sound rose from between their joined lips.
“Mmmwah...”
Their tongues tangled inside, rubbing and tasting each other with greedy hunger; the dense, intimate noise filled the room.
“Mwah... mmwah... slurp.”
Even though both of them were long accustomed to this kind of kissing, Hye-sook and Seong-min remained as passionate as ever.
“Haaah...”
From the kiss he moved down to her cheek, then along the line of her jaw, caressing and licking. Hot breaths spilled from Hye-sook’s mouth. Piece by piece he peeled away her clothes, revealing her full breasts and sleek body, which he tended to with careful, devoted attention—stroking, sucking.
“Mm... suck...”
He took a soft nipple into his mouth and rolled his tongue around it, drawing hard.
“Slurp!”
The pliant flesh in his hand felt as smooth as pudding. Full yet still springy with life, Hye-sook’s breasts were the kind any man would covet. Seong-min had longed for them for a long time.
He continued lower, stroking the legs that peeked from beneath her skirt. His caresses grew bolder; with every new touch Hye-sook’s breathing turned more ragged.
“Haaah... haa... haaah...!”
It was inevitable—the Vigor stat made a partner burn hotter and feel every sensation more intensely. When his hand slipped between her panties and found the hidden spring of her sex, Hye-sook’s hips bucked as the pleasure took her fully. With nothing but his fingers he drove her over the edge into climax.
Seong-min stood, crossed his arms, and pulled his shirt off over his head. A lean, well-balanced upper body came into view. Next he stripped off his pants and trunks; his thick, heavy cock sprang free. He wrapped a hand around it, stroked once, then guided the head to her entrance and thrust in all at once.
“Nngh... hnn!”
A wet, stretching sound. The sudden sensation of her hole being forced open and filled made Hye-sook cry out. Still buried deep, Seong-min lowered his upper body, crushing her full breasts beneath his chest as he covered her.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
He began to move his hips, driving into her.
“Aah... haaah... uuhh!... haaang...!”
Letting out lewd moans, Hye-sook spread her legs wide and wrapped her arms tightly around him, taking him in. Sticky inner flesh clung and squeezed from every side while Seong-min focused solely on the motion of his hips.
“Th-that deep... all the way in... uhk!... a-ah... no... Seong-min... I... haaah...!”
He cradled her disheveled hair and slammed into her pussy even harder.
Squelch, squelch, squelch!
With every fierce impact her hole stretched wider around the thick cock plunging into her.
“Ahhhnnn~!!!”
A cry burst from her as she clung to him with desperate strength. Matching her, Seong-min came as well.
For a while they simply held each other.
“Mwah...”
In the kiss that followed, Hye-sook looped her arms around his neck and moved her tongue with liquid grace.
Sllloooowly...
He lifted his hips; his cock slid free of her stretched hole with a long, wet drag.
Then he pushed back in, spreading her open again and burying himself to the root.
“Mwah... oooh... mmwaaah...”
Even while they kissed she felt every inch of that large, powerful shaft scraping along her walls. Love juices spilled from the edges of her stuffed pussy.
He pressed down hard on her ass, ground against her most sensitive spot while fully sheathed, then began thrusting again in rapid strokes.
Squelch, squelch, squelch!
“S-Seong-min... haaah!... haah!... ahhnn~!!!”
Arms and legs locked around him, Hye-sook shattered once more. Seong-min cradled her head and drove his hips like a beast, pounding without restraint.
How much time passed?
It was past five in the morning; the first pale light of dawn was creeping in.
“Haaah!... haah!... haaaaah!”
Hair tangled, body glistening with sweat and utterly seductive, Hye-sook pushed her hips back toward him, breathing hard. Seong-min gripped her wet ass and kept moving his waist in relentless rhythm.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
Drip... drip...
The thick fluid pooling on the floor told how long they had been joined without rest. Leaning forward, Seong-min slipped both hands under her arms and seized her breasts in a firm grip.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
“Ahhp... nngh...!... uhh... aaaaah...!!!!”
Her moans rose as wildly as the merciless thrusts; once again she was climbing toward climax.
“It’s all right... just like that... don’t hold back... let go... I’m going to come too...!!”
Whispering against her ear, Seong-min worked his hips faster until the sudden clench of her walls tore the last of his control away and he spilled inside her again. His hands slid down from her breasts to the dense thatch of hair and gently rubbed her clit.
How many times had he come by now? After the tenth he stopped counting.
They lingered in the afterglow for a moment before he rose again. Grabbing her sweat-slick, gleaming ass hard, he resumed thrusting from that position.
Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud, thud.
The sharp sounds filled the bedroom.
“Aaaang~!!!”
Hye-sook cried out once more as pleasure claimed her.
“...I’ve never... lasted this long before.”
Outside the curtained window the sunlight was already bright. It had to be past seven in the morning. Today was Saturday; Seong-min had no work. They could lie here and let the hours slip by without worry. The room was still steamy with heat. Hye-sook’s upper body, bare to the waist, remained uncovered; her breasts still shone with sweat.
She reached out and stroked his body.
“...If it hadn’t been for you, Seong-min... I wouldn’t even be alive right now.”
“......”
“It was so hard... everything... The only reason I could endure was because you stayed by my side.”
A month. For nearly a full month Seong-min had been unable to go to work. He had only returned this past Monday and worked through yesterday. There had been no choice—something truly terrible had happened.
It concerned Hye-sook’s son, Seong-jun.
The shocking call from Seong-jun had come several months earlier. Voice trembling with excitement, he had told Hye-sook that he had become an Awakener. Joy was not what she felt; worry flooded her instead. She feared he would be drawn into something dangerous. Seong-jun told her not to worry, yet like most newly awakened people he could not resist showing off his power. He joined a guild, began taking missions, and by sheer luck even earned the chance to enter a Monster Hole.
Such opportunities had once been rare, but as Monster Holes began appearing five to ten times more often even within Korea, it was only natural that far more of them opened across the United States. Seong-jun entered one—and suffered catastrophic injuries. In the end he lost his life.
They learned the full story only when the tragic news reached them. Hye-sook could not believe the phone call. Together with Seong-min she flew to America and arrived at the hospital. There she had no choice but to accept the truth.
After her husband, she had now lost her only precious son to monsters as well. Back in Korea they placed Seong-jun’s remains in the same columbarium that held her husband’s. Having lost both husband and son, Hye-sook could not possibly remain whole. For an entire month Seong-min stayed at her side, nursing her, watching over her. Once his teammates and Min-hyeok heard the circumstances, they understood.
“I... I wanted to follow them. But... I couldn’t.”
At first Hye-sook had simply sat blankly in the bedroom. Then something caught her eye—Seong-min, doing everything he could to help her, to protect her. Little by little she began to pull herself together again.
“I told you once before, didn’t I? That you were the second person who ever truly looked after me and helped me.”
“...Yes.”
“When the world feels hopeless and you’re completely alone... I know exactly what that fear and terror feel like. I’ve been through it twice.”
Hye-sook understood perfectly what he meant. She had heard everything about how Seong-min had grown up, everything that had happened to him—including the story of Yoo Ji-ah.
“So staying by your side... is only natural for me.”
“Seong-min...”
Hye-sook swallowed the surge of emotion that rose in her throat. Seong-min wrapped an arm around her slender shoulders and held her close.
Through the weekend and the holiday that followed, Seong-min took her on dates and filled the days with gentle, good moments.
Then Monday—the day he had to return to work—arrived. Seong-min woke as usual.
Hye-sook did not.
“Haaah!... haa... haaaaah...!!!”
As though gripped by a high fever, her entire body drenched in sweat, Hye-sook gasped for breath in short, desperate pants.