Eunha's Daily Life
Eunha gazed down at Dojin's face, his breaths coming in ragged gasps, and suddenly memories of the past flooded her mind.
No, not exactly the past.
Strictly speaking, it might not even be the past.
'Future might not be the right word either.'
Wasn't the future supposed to be something undecided?
But in this timeline, there was a variable called "herself." She might even be an outsider from a parallel world.
But none of that complicated physics or time travel theory mattered to Eunha in the slightest.
What mattered was this:
The five years of married life with Dojin were etched into her mind as vividly and beautifully as a tear-streaked scar.
To twenty-five-year-old Eunha Yoo, life with Dojin had been a dream come true.
Every morning, she'd wake to his broad arms wrapped tightly around her waist.
They'd cook doenjang jjigae together in the sunlit kitchen, stroll hand-in-hand through the park on weekends.
Before bed, they'd share stories of their day, exchange soft kisses on the forehead, whispering sweet nothings of their everyday bliss.
If anything, she'd loved Dojin even more deeply than during her one-sided crush.
But even in that seemingly perfect life, hell existed.
Of course, no marriage is without fights.
And the root of every argument, every explosive clash, was entirely her fault.
She simply couldn't get pregnant.
From their first year of marriage, they desperately wanted a child.
They timed ovulation, took supplements, made love passionately every night.
But with each turn of the calendar, red stains signaling despair inevitably appeared on her underwear.
Eventually, they went together to an infertility clinic.
Cold examination chair.
Cold metal instruments.
They endured blood draws, ultrasounds, all sorts of humiliating tests in silence.
But the results were even more devastating.
"There's nothing physically wrong with either of you. You're both perfectly healthy."
"Then why... why can't we have a baby?"
"It's idiopathic infertility. Stress or psychological factors might be at play, so try to relax..."
The doctor's words—that there was no identifiable cause—became a noose tightening around Eunha's neck.
If only they knew the reason, they could treat it. But the fact that she couldn't carry Dojin's child despite being perfectly fine started eating away at her, bit by bit.
In the end, Eunha fell into deep depression.
She felt like a barren wasteland.
Just seeing couples pushing strollers on the street would choke her up, leaving her sobbing in the middle of the sidewalk.
Every month, when her period hit, she'd sink into gloom.
She'd pound Dojin's chest with her fists, tears streaming.
I'm sorry. I should've held it together. Just leave me now... She'd lash out like that, stabbing daggers into his heart over and over.
But Dojin never once got angry.
He'd quietly clean the messy room, grip her scratching hands tightly, and pull her into his embrace.
Silently playing the role of her emotional trash bin...
'I'm sorry, Eunha. It's my fault for not being enough. We don't need kids. You're all I need.'
His words only swelled her guilt into something monstrous.
Recalling it all, Eunha let out a long, heavy sigh into the empty air. She couldn't do that to him.
Her selfishness had dragged that kind, foolish man into hell during his youth.
That's why.
When she inexplicably landed in front of twenty-year-old Dojin thanks to some miracle...
She'd hoped he'd quickly get together with "Eunha."
She was just an empty shell anyway. A broken body that couldn't give him a family.
So she wanted the healthy, unscarred twenty-year-old Eunha Yoo to be with him.
For her to bear his children, build a home.
And for Eunha to find vicarious satisfaction watching it all...
'I'm such a crazy bitch.'
She watched Dojin writhing in pleasure beneath her.
Jealous of her twenty-year-old self, yet wishing they'd connect as soon as possible.
Jealousy, envy... a sticky mess of emotions churned inside.
'Someday... I’ll have to leave.'
But for this moment, at least.
This hot, throbbing warmth of Dojin's body was entirely hers.
"Haa... Ahh...! Nngh, Dojin, aaah...!"
Eunha straddled me, rocking her hips wildly.
Her pale white breasts bounced heavily. Her neck arched back, slick with sweat and tears of ecstasy.
Squelch, squish—
The lewd friction sounds from our joined bodies filled my rundown studio apartment.
Her weight slamming down from above, combined with the tight, scorching walls gripping my cock without mercy—it was way more intense than usual.
"Hoo. Hoo..."
Her inner walls pulsed relentlessly, as if trying to wring every drop of life from me.
"Ngh, Eunha... I'm, getting close..."
An unbearable urge to cum surged up from the tip of my prostate.
"Pulling out, hold on...!"
I gasped for air, grabbing her hips to lift her off and avoid creampieing.
But in that instant—
"No...! Don't gooo...!"
Eunha clamped her thighs around my waist with terrifying strength, locking me in tight.
Like she had no intention of letting me go, she threw her full weight down, grinding her ass to swallow me to the hilt.
Of course, I couldn't hold back.
Spurt! Splurt! Spuuurt—!
She took every massive load erupting from me, her own back arching in a shattering orgasm.
"Aaaah—!!!! Ah! Aah! So hoooot... Do, Dojin's cum...!!"
Hot semen battering her womb directly sent her walls into a frenzy of spasms, squeezing mercilessly.
"Haa... Ngh."
Aftershocks made my whole body tremble. "Hnnng... Ah... Aah..."
After the long, intense climax faded, Eunha collapsed onto my chest, utterly spent.
I panted heavily too, stroking the sweat-slick back of Eunha nestled in my arms.
Our heartbeats synced into one rhythm.
Then, from her lips pressed to my chest, came a voice bitter and faintly melancholic.
"Dojin."
"Yeah..."
"Don't worry. I've told you a million times."
Eunha slowly lifted her head, gazing down at me with damp eyes.
"Creampie me all you want. It's fine... I can't get pregnant anyway."
"..."
"Even if you cum inside me a hundred, a thousand times... I can't have your baby."
Her voice trembled pathetically.
She was trying to play it cool, but her eyes swirled with emotions I couldn't grasp.
"I want a kid so badly too, but..."
Eunha caressed my cheek softly, forcing a smile. "Have one with twenty-year-old, healthy, pretty 'Eunha.' She can carry your child."
"Eunha."
"I'm happy just with you holding me tight like this sometimes... and calling me pretty."
She whispered it, pressing a light kiss to my lips with a soft smack.
The moment her lips parted, I reached up, cupping her cheek gently.
"Don't talk nonsense."
"Huh...?"
"You'll get pregnant. I'll make you pregnant."
My words made her eyes widen and shake.
Eunha bit her lip hard, fighting back tears.
"Idiot... How? The doctors said no..."
She forced a laugh, nuzzling her cheek into my large palm.
The next morning, I slipped out of my studio apartment quietly without waking the sleeping Eunha.
Cleaving through the morning air, I arrived at the neighborhood pharmacy.
"Pregnancy test kits—the most accurate ones, two please."
I wasn't without fear that this might hurt her more.
But... you never know, right?
We've had sex so many times with 'Eunha.'
What if she really is pregnant?
I'd never really considered it. Then... should I cash out some crypto?
I'd invested in coins back in middle school, so I had some cushion.
I didn't remember the exact amount or price, though.
Back at the apartment, Eunha was up, looking disheveled, sipping water.
"Where'd you go so early?"
"Eunha. Here."
I handed her the box from the pharmacy bag.
She flinched back reflexively.
I pulled her into a tight hug before she could bolt.
"It's okay. One line, we do it again tomorrow. Next month, next year—whatever."
"..."
"Even if you give up, I won't. Just try once. Okay?"
Eunha smiled through red-rimmed eyes and nodded. "...Okay. I'll do it."
She headed to the bathroom.
Click.
The door shut, and time started ticking.
Pacing the living room anxiously, my lips went dry.
1 minute. 5 minutes. Finally, 10 minutes passed.
Creeak. The door opened, and Eunha emerged, face pale and stiff.
"Eunha..."
I called softly. She slowly lifted her head to meet my eyes.
"Dojin. Come here... look with me. I haven't checked yet."
I swallowed hard and stepped to her side.
My gaze dropped to the little result window on the pregnancy test in her hand.
Eunha looked at the test. I looked too.
And... there were two lines.
"Huh?"
"Huh?"
Our eyes met.