107. [Scene] Na Hee-yeon
107. [Scene] Na Hee-yeon
"Haaah... haaht... haaaah..."
Hee-yeon, gasping for breath and savoring the afterglow of her climax, wrapped her arms lightly around Hye-yong, who lay collapsed on top of her.
"Did having sex with me feel good?"
"Yeah. It felt so good I thought I was dreaming."
"Do you think you can pull yourself together tomorrow?"
Hye-yong lifted his head briefly and buried his face in Hee-yeon's chest.
"Staying like this makes me feel like energy I didn't even know I had is bubbling up."
Hee-yeon smiled brightly, as if she were genuinely happy.
"That's a relief."
Hee-yeon believed that Hye-yong was going through an extremely difficult time.
It was a thought rooted entirely in her own experience.
If he had to face terrifying things like that every single day for a mission, even though he didn't want to—how hard and agonizing must that be?
To Hee-yeon's eyes, Hye-yong was nothing more than an ordinary guy her age, no matter how she looked at him.
From what she'd heard today, that meant he was just a guy her age, suppressing the things he wanted to do while chasing down traces of aberrations that could kill him at any moment, day after day.
It was pitiful that someone like him was enduring such hardship, and because he had saved her, she also felt deeply grateful.
So she wanted to comfort him.
She'd been told she had a pretty face and nice big breasts, so she figured the way she could comfort Hye-yong was probably by letting him do whatever he wanted with her body.
'If even this gives him energy, that really is a relief.'
Satisfied by that fact alone, Hee-yeon spoke more gently than ever before.
"Hye-yong, anytime is fine. When you're struggling, or when you feel like you need comfort, come to my room. I'll let you... do as much as you want. If it's you, I'm okay with it. It felt good for me too..."
"...Yeah."
The moment he answered, Hee-yeon's arms pressed Hye-yong's face flush against her chest.
Then she slowly stroked his head.
"Hang in there tomorrow too... I'll be cheering for you..."
Hye-yong didn't understand why Hee-yeon was acting this way toward him.
But being buried in those soft, full breasts felt nice, so he simply let her hold him without a word.
And as he stayed like that, his lower half quickly hardened again.
"Hee-yeon."
"Hm?"
"Once isn't going to cut it."
"Huhh?"
'So he wanted to do it one more time, here?'
The knowledge she'd learned from the internet clashed with reality once again.
'That's weird. They said after ejaculating about twice, it's almost always over...?'
Hee-yeon thought.
'As I suspected, you really can't trust the internet.'
Having reached that conclusion, she nodded toward Hye-yong.
It was a little tiring, but no matter how many times they did it, nothing was going to change.
"As much as you want. It's okay to keep going."
"Hee-yeon..."
"Yeah. I'm not going anywhere."
And so the two of them began to entwine their bodies again.
VMMMMM!
VMMMMM!
"Ahht! F-from the start, it's too intense...!"
"What am I supposed to do when your insides feel so damn good?"
VMMMMM!
No one paid any attention to the fact that Hee-yeon's terminal, sitting on the table, was buzzing with vibrations.
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"Ah."
Seo Ha-yoon, who had momentarily fainted, came to.
The video had stopped—maybe she'd tapped it the moment she lost consciousness.
'One minute, thirty-one seconds...?'
The memory came back.
She'd been watching exactly up to that point, then it seemed like she'd blacked out.
'Hnnng. So I'm still not completely cured.'
Still, she'd held out a lot longer than before.
She decided to take comfort in the fact that she'd improved.
After all, she was supposed to meet Hye-yong again next week for more training.
Thinking about meeting him again made her heart pound strangely.
That was just because she'd been shocked, right?
Seo Ha-yoon dismissed the strange, unfamiliar feeling she was experiencing right now as nothing more than that.
"Ah, the cookies!"
She bolted upright and checked the oven.
Actually, she'd set a timer, so it wasn't really an issue.
She was just a little disappointed she hadn't been able to pop a freshly baked, piping-hot cookie into her mouth the moment they came out.
'They're still warm, though.'
Now it was time to wrap them up.
She picked out the prettiest-looking wrapping paper and box from the several she'd prepared, carefully packed the cookies as neatly as she could, and wrapped them with painstaking care.
And on top of that, a letter...
'Aagh, I'm agonizing over this! What should I write in the letter?'
Ha-yoon, who felt like her head was going to explode from all the worrying, eventually decided to keep it brief.
[ Thank you so much for helping me. I'm not sure this counts as repayment, but I made these cookies from scratch—I kneaded the dough and baked them myself. I hope you enjoy them. I've gotten so much better thanks to you! I'm looking forward to training next week! ]
She'd lost count of how many sheets of paper she'd thrown away just to write those short sentences.
'W-well, this should be good enough, right!?'
First, before delivering them, she wanted to hear Na Hee-yeon's opinion.
To her own taste, they were delicious, but other people's palates might differ.
As she always did, Ha-yoon sent Hee-yeon a message.
[ Seo Ha-yoon : Hee-yeon! ]
[ Seo Ha-yoon : Guess what! Today I did this thing called trauma recovery training! ]
[ Seo Ha-yoon : Hye-yong suddenly called me over. I wondered what was up, and then he said he was worried about me and was going to do something about my blood phobia! ]
[ Seo Ha-yoon : I kept following him, wondering how on earth he was going to fix it, and then he pulled out a knife at the sparring ground and, with it, his own finger... ]
.............
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.......
[ Seo Ha-yoon : So, yeah, I was totally, massively shocked! ]
[ Seo Ha-yoon : I don't know if it's because of that, but my symptoms seem to have gotten a lot better. ]
[ Seo Ha-yoon : I watched that conditioning video I told you about before for one minute and thirty-one whole seconds! ]
[ Seo Ha-yoon : Isn't Hye-yong seriously amazing? I get that it was to shock me, but to just stab his own body with a knife like that without any hesitation! I could never have done that! ]
[ Seo Ha-yoon : So anyway, I baked some butter cookies to say thank you to Hye-yong! ]
[ Seo Ha-yoon : I'll come to your room with the cookies, so let's eat them together! ]
After sending all her messages, Ha-yoon felt that something was a little off.
Normally, when she sent this many messages, Hee-yeon would reply by the time she was about halfway through typing them.
'Is she busy? Or did she already fall asleep?'
It still felt early to her.
Seo Ha-yoon and Na Hee-yeon—who had first become friends through shared suffering—were now close enough to be called best friends.
Na Hee-yeon had been won over by Seo Ha-yoon's innocent and kind personality, and that was how they'd become so close.
Because of that, they knew each other's sleeping and waking schedules inside out.
When they were bored, they'd even sleep in the same bed sometimes.
Ha-yoon concluded that Hee-yeon was probably out somewhere.
'Then I'll just leave the cookies and head back.'
[ Seo Ha-yoon : Hee-yeon, I'm heading to your room. ]
After sending that message, Seo Ha-yoon neatly arranged the cookies on a plate and headed toward Na Hee-yeon's room.
Standing in front of Hee-yeon's door—click!
Beep, beep-beep-beep!
Without a moment's hesitation, she tapped the electronic lock and pressed the buttons.
True to the term "best friends," the two of them shared their room passcodes.
Na Hee-yeon, too, had casually opened Seo Ha-yoon's door and let herself in once before.
"Hm?"
"Hhhyet!?"
At the sudden sound, the man and woman who had been frantically entwining their bodies jolted in shock and froze in place.
Before they could react to anything, the door swung open, and Seo Ha-yoon stepped inside.
Tragically enough, the layout of Na Hee-yeon's room meant that the moment you opened the door, roughly half the bed was immediately visible.
And in that exact spot were Hye-yong and Hee-yeon, bodies still pressed together in real time...
"Ah! You were in your..."
Ha-yoon, still holding the plate, froze solid as if she'd turned into a statue.
"Umm..."
The first to open his mouth was Hye-yong.
In a voice so small only Hee-yeon could barely hear it, he spat out his honest reaction to the situation in a single word.
Next, Hee-yeon hurriedly opened her mouth.
"H-H-Ha-yoon, wh-what, what's, what's going on!?"
The moment Hee-yeon spoke, Ha-yoon also began to panic violently, her words tumbling into a mess of stutters.
"Ah, um, I, uh-um, I-I, I-I-I'm s-s-s-sorry!! It's just, it's just, you weren't, oh, I mean, you weren't answering, so the cookies, these, I just came to d-drop off the cookies, um, I'm sorry! I didn't know, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I n-never, never even imagined it!!"
Seo Ha-yoon hastily set the plate down right in front of the entryway, then—
"E-e-enjoy the c-c-cookies!!!!"
—she slammed the door shut and bolted.
"Ah! H-Ha-yoon!! Ha-yoon!!"
Still pinned beneath Hye-yong, Hee-yeon stretched out her hand, but it wouldn't reach.
"Aaah, aaaahhh..."
"What the hell just..."
Hye-yong was equally dumbfounded.
The door should have been locked. So how?
'Ah.'
A certain memory surfaced.
Come to think of it, Na Hee-yeon had opened the door to Seo Ha-yoon's room just as casually before.
'The passcode... they were sharing it.'
No, more than that—
'Ha-yoon!! It's you again!? What kind of goddamn cursed fate is this!'
Somehow, every time he got sexually entangled with Na Hee-yeon, Seo Ha-yoon seemed to be involved without fail.
This was only the second time, but still...
"Uh, um, Hye-yong, I-I'm sorry, but could you move off me for a moment?"
"Uh, yeah."
Hee-yeon's eyes were trembling, her whole expression thrown into confusion.
Hee-yeon got up, naked, and looked at the terminal sitting on the low table.
Dozens of messages.
Once she confirmed them, a shock shot through Na Hee-yeon's eyes.
'Aaaaahh, Ha-yoooon...'
Accounts of what she'd done with Hye-yong.
Praise for Hye-yong.
A message saying she'd baked cookies for Hye-yong as a thank-you and asking her to eat them together to see how they tasted.
Kneeling on the floor and reading them, Hee-yeon felt like she couldn't breathe.
'Just because we're best friends doesn't mean we have to match on this toooo!!'
Apparently, Hye-yong had also tried to solve the problems of her best friend, Seo Ha-yoon.
Judging from the texts Ha-yoon had sent, he'd done it in a method so unorthodox it would be seared intensely into her memory.
It was very much like the Choi Hye-yong she'd come to know.
In her mind, Hye-yong was the type of person who couldn't just ignore a problem a friend was facing.
But thanks to that, things seemed to have gotten weirdly tangled.
Looking at the messages Ha-yoon had sent her, Ha-yoon clearly harbored feelings for Hye-yong that went beyond simple friendship.
Not quite to the level of "I really like him" or "I've fallen in love" just yet, but if Hye-yong confessed first and asked her out, it was the kind of feeling where she'd think about it for a bit and then accept.
'I-in that kind of state, if I've shown her this—wh-what do I do!'
Hee-yeon asked Hye-yong in a trembling voice.
"Uh, umm, Hye-yong..."
"Uh, yeah."
"Is Ha-yoon... going to think I'm weird?"
"Well, I mean, I don't think she'd think you're weird exactly..."
"No! She's definitely going to think I'm weird!!"
Still in a bewildered state himself, Hye-yong was momentarily cowed by how abruptly Hee-yeon's attitude—which had been so gentle—turned stiff and stubborn.
"She might... think it's a little weird..."
"Aaaaahh!"
What was she supposed to do?
Hee-yeon wailed and racked her brain for a solution.
'It'll get awkward. It'll definitely get awkward. If I just let this slide...'
If things stayed like this, it would mean she'd been in a physical relationship all this time with the guy her friend had come to like.
Of course, their friendship wouldn't break over something like this.
Seo Ha-yoon was kind.
Kind to a fault.
No matter what she did, Ha-yoon would smile and say it was okay.
But it definitely wouldn't be the same relationship as before.
Even if it looked the same on the surface, there would surely be a crack on the inside.
Maybe this was even more serious than the day she'd lost her mind and strangled Seo Ha-yoon.
'I hate that. Ha-yoon is my most precious friend! I absolutely hate the idea of things getting awkward between us like this...!'
In that case, what was she supposed to do?
Hee-yeon's mind spun in overdrive.
But right now, she wasn't in her right mind.
When she'd just been worked up, moaning and drowning in sexual pleasure, and then had to go through something like this, squeezing her brain for answers wasn't going to produce any proper thoughts.
In that state, Hee-yeon reached a conclusion.
'If we do it together, won't we be equal?'
Still kneeling, she wiped her face with both hands, then stood up.
"Hye-yong, put your clothes on."
"Huh? Okay."
Hye-yong hurriedly began picking up his clothes and putting them on.
Hee-yeon also just wiped off what was dripping down and threw her clothes on haphazardly.
"...Let's go to Ha-yoon's room."
"What?"
The moment those words popped out of Hee-yeon's mouth, his bewilderment tripled in an instant.
Hye-yong looked into Hee-yeon's eyes.
It was hard to describe exactly what state she was in, but one thing was clear: she had definitely lost it.
"H-Hee-yeon. You're kind of not okay right now."
"Then what am I supposed to do? I told you, Ha-yoon likes you."
"Hurk."
"I... I don't want things to get awkward with Ha-yoon. If I just let this pass without doing anything, I'll be the shitty bitch who was rolling around fucking the guy her friend said she liked! Ha-yoon is the friend who forgave me even when I screamed and strangled her! She's a friend for life, a friend forever. So... please, help me out here."
Na Hee-yeon's trembling stopped.
Before she knew it, her eyes were filled with a twisted resolve.
"If we're all accomplices, then there won't be any problem at all."
Holy... shit...
Hye-yong muttered it so quietly that not even Hee-yeon could hear.
'Just how the hell is this situation spiraling?'
'What the hell is happening to me here?'