Chapter 75
Chapter 75
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 75
Chapter Title: Ichie's Secret
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Sometimes in life, you find yourself fretting over strained relationships that just won't smooth out. And right now, on the bed I was lying in, one such creaky connection was in full swing.
Ichie gazed at me, sweat glistening on her skin, as she rocked her hips. Her inexperienced movements clumsily, sometimes roughly, wrapped around my cock, desperately trying not to let go.
"Ah... ahh...! Ungh...!"
Ichie let out a nasal whine as she twisted her waist. I matched her rhythm, thrusting up gently or powerfully to gauge her reactions. Having my limbs bound while fucking was an unfamiliar thrill, a fresh kind of stimulation.
"D-don't move... I-I don't like it...! Eut...!"
Ichie panted out something close to a whine. I instinctively tugged my arms to grab her breasts, then relaxed, and tried to close my legs only to shake my head at the frustrating tautness. Ichie gripped my shoulders and slammed her hips down hard, her face scrunching up.
"Hngh... Ah...!"
She pressed her body close, legs squeezing just a bit tighter. Even as I came, I looked at her with concern. It was already my third time. A sticky, lewd mix of white and pink fluids stretched between us. Ichie poked at my limp cock with her hand, then lost interest and flopped down beside me.
The sheets were soaked. I pressed my heels into the soft blanket and looked at Ichie. Her flushed face and dewy eyes met mine.
I said to her,
"Ichie. You sure you're okay with this?"
"With what?"
"Everything."
There was so much I wanted to ask if she was really okay with. Dating three people at once? Cumming inside? Did her family approve of something this messy? The questions swirled on the tip of my tongue but never quite formed into words. Ichie widened her red eyes and said,
"As long as Su-hyeon-oppa likes it, I'm happy."
With that, she got up again. Naked, she shuffled toward the kitchen. Her wobbly legs suggested it had hurt more than she'd let on.
Left alone in the room for a moment, I wondered what anyone else—like someone other than Ichie—might say if they walked in and saw me like this. The fridge door opened with a clunk, and Ichie returned, chugging from a plastic bottle.
She looked refreshed as she eyed me, then flopped face-first onto the mattress beside me.
I said,
"Give me some water too, Ichie."
She nodded, took a big swig from the bottle, then clamped her mouth over mine like a fish, letting the water pour in. Parched as I was, I gulped it down despite nearly choking. Ichie pulled back and wiped her mouth.
"Su-hyeon-oppa. Time to set you free."
She grabbed the key from the dresser and unlocked my handcuffs. My arms flopped limply to the floor. Ichie flinched and lifted one, asking,
"Did it break?"
"Nah. Probably just numb from being tied up."
Moving felt awkward after the restraints. Once both arms were free, I could finally shift freely. Seeing me flex my limbs, Ichie seemed relieved and dove into my arms. I stroked her head and asked,
"Ichie. But why me? Why do you like me?"
Ichie grinned at that, then burrowed into me like a puppy, hugging tight.
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The night was quiet.
But the docks always carried that unpleasant, sticky sea stench. Ichie always found the sight of the harbor, slimy with long strands of green algae, repulsive. She couldn't understand why she had to come to this smelly neighborhood. Just a slight turn of her head revealed skyscrapers blazing like lighthouses with dazzling lights.
"Uncle. Can't we meet somewhere else? Why always this filthy place?"
Ichie asked Noboru. He shook his head, cigarette dangling from his lips, and soothed her.
"Ichie. If we meet elsewhere, the cops might sniff us out. That'd be trouble for us. Just bear with it a little."
"Then leave me in Japan sometimes. Why drag me all the way out here every time?"
"You might get into this line of work someday. Better to show your face early."
That's what Noboru said. Ichie didn't care much for what he called "this line of work." To her, it was boring stuff: guys in suits and sunglasses standing around importantly, chatting idly or exchanging black briefcases with polite nods. She shook her head, looking for an opening.
She wanted to escape this stinking dockside. Everywhere she looked, decrepit buildings were caked in moss, spiders crawling over the windows. Noboru's "guests" were all scruffy-bearded old men with fashion sense that made her cringe.
The moment Noboru rushed off to greet a guest, 13-year-old Ichie snuck around the car and bolted toward the glittering buildings. The tedium of business meant nothing to her yet.
"Hah... hah..."
The buildings that had seemed so close shimmered like a mirage, taunting her. Sweat drenched her face, and soon she had no idea where she was. At least it was a streetlit path, deserted though it was.
Ichie looked around again. The flashy buildings nearby were shrouded in tree shadows. Their lights still gleamed brilliantly, but she finally realized they were too far to reach on foot. Her legs trembled, exhaustion crashing over her from the sudden stop.
Her whole body was soaked in sweat. Should she wait here? Rummaging in her pockets, she realized she'd left her phone in the car. Fear finally crept into her expression. In this empty, unknown place, could she make it back to her family?
She scanned desperately. The way back was pitch black. Eerie sounds came from all sides: an owl's gleaming eyes flashing from unknown shadows, rodents rustling pointlessly, bushes crackling with snapping twigs, and faint wild dog howls from somewhere distant.
Unsettling, varied noises filled the air, enough to drain the color from Ichie's face.
The night wasn't quiet at all.
It was just quiet around her—the night always lurking with predators' eyes, eyeing lost lambs.
"Hic."
Ichie stifled a sob, clamping her mouth shut. Cautiously, she retraced her steps. Her uncle must be looking for her by now. Fighting tears, she shuffled forward bit by bit.
Rustle.
How many steps had she taken? She noticed that every time she moved, something rustled in sync from somewhere above, accompanied by rough breathing.
Ichie slowly looked up.
It was a wild dog.
A massive Tosa hound, big enough to snap her neck in one bite, drooling with gleaming eyes.
"Kyaaaaah!"
Ichie had never learned how to deal with dogs. The moment she saw it, she bolted like mad. Provoked, the dog bared its jaws and charged. Its teeth grazed her skirt hem by a hair. Her heels kept bumping the dog's paws, trying to kick off her shoes.
"Kyaaaaah! Uncle! Uncllle!"
She screamed for Noboru, but he wouldn't come. Dog barks echoed right behind. Hot breath and snuffling nose poked her back relentlessly. Tears streaming, Ichie ran. Her body felt heavy, lungs burning like fire.
"Ah."
She tripped on a rock, tumbling down. The dog overshot, rolling past. Ichie lay there shaking, knees scraped bloody, staring at it. She shook her head, holding back sobs. The dog panted, teeth bared, advancing.
A single streetlamp cast a lonely glow on Ichie. She shook her head, gritting her teeth. She wished someone would save her.
"Hey, you mangy mutt!"
A miracle happened. A urgent voice rang out, and someone walloped the dog with a big broom. Under the light, a slim jawline and frantic face appeared—he clenched his teeth, swinging wildly. The dog barked and resisted a few times, but when the man backed off and kept swinging, it tucked tail and fled.
"You okay??"
The man grabbed her shoulders and asked. He looked mature but youthful, his face shining brilliantly in the lamplight. Ichie's tension broke, and she burst into tears.
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"Ichie?"
I stroked her unresponsive head and asked again. Ichie nuzzled my chest and said,
"It's a secret."