Like An AV - The Man Who Takes Away Chapter 58: Marriage Blues - She, Plunged into an Unknown Melancholy Before Marriage, Calls Her Ex-Boyfriend

Maybe women evolved that way because they're physically a bit more fragile than men and not ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠as suited for fighting. Bora seemed to sense I was dangerous the moment she moved into the apartment and laid eyes on me. The only one who didn't have her guard up around me was probably Jiyeon. That girl just hasn't had enough life experience yet.

"You'll understand, right? Let's leave our memories here."

Ji-ah thought she could talk me into it. That's the me she knew, after all. To her, I'd never been one to dig in my heels too hard. Relationships between people always have those unchanging basics, no matter how long the hiatus.

"I'm really sorry to you. For dragging you out here just to satisfy my own whims and then bail."

Ji-ah looked genuinely apologetic. I could feel her sincerity.

"You'll wish me happiness too, right? Please."

"Yeah. I really do hope you're happy."

And with that, I pulled out the Casting Card <Passive Protagonist> and held it in my hand.

I hadn't expected things to turn out like this. Who would've thought I'd have to use it on Ji-ah, who'd already slept with me.

Flash!

The Casting Card vanished.

"You know, don't you? How much I want you to be happy, Ji-ah?"

I stood up from my seat. Her eyes wavered.

"That's why I'm doing this."

Ji-ah didn't resist my touch. As I pulled her in, laid her naked body back on the bed, and pressed my lips to hers, she was already closing her eyes.

We kissed. It felt a little different from before. I could sense her hesitation. But I knew she wouldn't reject me.

"The truth is, you sought me out again because he can't satisfy your desires fully, right?"

Ji-ah said nothing. But her eyes shook wildly.

"Deep down, you knew he couldn't make you truly happy. That's why you came to me."

"What? Aren't you being way too arrogant?"

Ji-ah pouted, sticking out her lips. I knew that expression well. It was what she did when I'd hit the nail on the head.

"If not, why call me right before your wedding?"

"Ugh... you're so mean. Sometimes old flames just pop into your head before a wedding, and you get lost in memories. Women do that. We get anxious for ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠no reason right before the ceremony..."

Thinking back, Ji-ah was prettiest when she grumbled like this. Her mask slipped off, revealing her true self as she whined like a kid. I'd never forget that.

"Women do that? Then guys about to get married better watch out."

"You're bad!"

Ji-ah bit my shoulder. Ouch! It stung a little. She was really sulking.

"Women can live even if their sex life isn't satisfying. We're not like men, in heat all the time."

I laid Ji-ah down on the bed. Grabbing both her wrists with one hand, I raised her arms above her head. Stretched out like that, she kept defending herself with a pouty face.

"So it is true you're not satisfied?"

"Hmph!"

Ji-ah clamped her lips shut.

"I always want you to be happy. So from now on, I'll make it fun for you."

"Seriously! You think you're some kind of lady-killer who makes women lose their minds? Not even close."

Ji-ah shot me a glare.

"We'll see about that."

I kissed her. The sulky Ji-ah parted her lips to accept me.

"Fine. Just one more time. I'm doing it because I feel bad leaving without making it up to you, oppa. But this is really the end."

Ji-ah pulled back and drove the point home.

"Sure. Just one more time. I won't hold you back after."

"For real! Why are you so cocky?"

She'd find out soon enough. Up till now, it was just sex. But from here on, she'd see a whole new world.

Yeah, right. Some beautiful, memorable romance? That wasn't me. I had tons of memories with Ji-ah, sure, and maybe I wanted her to remember me fondly. But saying we'd never meet again after tonight? No way.

I wasn't man enough for that. Better just do what I want.

I groped her body.

"Hm?"

Ji-ah's eyes widened. She was reacting right away.

Up to now, we were just a man and a woman. But from here, it was AV Master and cast actress.

I planned to give the Ji-ah of my memories an unforgettable experience. One that would make her never want to leave me again.

What? That's just who I am.

"Why are you looking at me with those lecherous eyes, oppa? It's scary."

Ji-ah seemed to sense my intentions.

"My eyes?"

"Yeah! Like you're gonna devour me. Gross."

"Because I plan to."

I thrust my massive cock into her body once more.

"Ah!"

Ji-ah's glaring expression changed instantly.

Fulfillment? Consideration? Memories? Fuck that—give it to the dogs.

She's a woman unsatisfied with her sex life, haunted by her ex's dick, cheating right before her wedding. What's beautiful about that?

I knew damn well she was getting married soon, yet I ravaged her body anyway. I'm the homewrecker.

Pfft! I was the fool. The moment we reunited, immorality was inevitable.

"Hah!"

She opened her mouth and let out a moan. Just one word, but it was sensually different from before.

Yeah. You're a beast blinded by lust. No matter how you dress it up as "memories," it doesn't change.

In some ways, she's worse than Bora, whom I defile every day. At least Bora didn't choose it.

"Ah! So good! Hah! Huh? How?"

Ji-ah's eyes flew wide. My other setting, <Stacking>, was working hard. The second time would be stronger than the first, the third even more so.

"Ugh! No! If you do this... I..."

Ji-ah made her last stand. She realized the horrific hell she was falling into.

"No! Ah! Sob! If this keeps up... I'll never..."

Tears streamed down Ji-ah's face. I knew. When pleasure overwhelmed her, she cried.

Not every time, but often when it crossed her limits.

"You're not there yet."

I whispered in her ear.

"No! Sob! Stop! I... can't take it! Sob!"

If I were the guy she knew, I'd pull back here to let her compose herself. But I'm not that gentle man anymore.

To satisfy petty desires, I've wrecked happy homes and claimed innocent girls' bodies through near-fraud. Without a shred of guilt.

Even friends who trusted me became test ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠subjects just because they seemed low-risk.

So why should this old flame be different?

I pushed her harder.

"Sob! Sob! Hah!"

Cries and moans tumbled from her lips in a mess. One thing was clear: no more "no."

She got it now. No escape.

"Sob! Ah! More! Deeper! Hah!"

I gave her what she wanted.

Finally, our intense coupling ended.

"Sob! Sob! You bastard!"

Ji-ah sobbed wildly in my arms. Of course, I knew it wasn't from sadness or anger. Pure, overwhelming pleasure.

"How was it? Satisfied?"

I asked once her sobs subsided.

"I don't know! Seriously! What am I supposed to say?"

"Huh? To what?"

"For real. How am I supposed to forget you now?"

"You want to?"

"I don't know!"

Ji-ah spat sharply, then hugged my body tight.

"Haa... seriously. Thought I was gonna die. I... never knew too much pleasure could kill you."

High praise.

"What have you been up to all this time? Just eating and working?"

"Haha... that's a compliment?"

"And where'd you learn that nasty hip swivel?"

Ji-ah pinched my side, then pulled my neck in for another kiss.

"It was good. Really. Thought I'd die mid-fuck, but I didn't care."

"Can't have that yet."

"What? You wanna go again?"

Ji-ah freaked out.

"I'd really die!"

"Don't want to?"

"Not that I don't want to... I don't know!"

I'd never seen Ji-ah this flustered. Back when we dated, sex was always satisfying, and she'd often detail her pleasure explicitly. She was honest about her desires and body.

But even then, she'd never reacted this ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠intensely.

"Thirsty?"

"Kinda."

"I'll grab something."

I moved aside so she could get up. As Ji-ah headed to the fridge, I disposed of the condom.

I had no reason to use one, but explaining that to her? No way. Telling her I'm snipped so no pregnancy worries might make her think I'm lying to knock her up.

Petty worries kill the mood most. Better to use it.

"Cola?"

"Water's fine."

"Here."

Ji-ah handed me a water bottle and popped open a cola can for herself.

"Haa... refreshing. Feels like I'm alive."

She must've been parched—downed the whole can in one go.

"Haa..."

Ji-ah looked at me and sighed deeply.

"What now?"

"What do you mean, what? You know! What am I supposed to do now?!"

Ji-ah whined.

"Come here. We can worry later."

She glared daggers but shook her head slightly and snuggled back into my side.

"I don't know either..."

That's when it rang. The phone. Time, frozen till now, started flowing again.

Ji-ah panicked hard. She grabbed the phone but hesitated to answer. The ringtone kept playing...

She hung up and looked at me.

"Know what he said? If the blues get bad, meet an ex-boyfriend."

"Scary..."

Did he know? Or was he just that magnanimous?