Tell Me You Love Me
In the darkness-cloaked room, only the faint moonlight seeping through the window cracks barely pushed back the silence.
"Hic... guh...!"
A suffocating sob sliced through the heavy air.
Eunha had buried her face in the soft pillow, wailing in agony.
Her black hair clung to her face, soaked with sweat and tears, but she didn't even think to brush it away.
All her nerves were drowned in that horrific mistake from the park walking path.
You stupid bitch. You absolute moron...!
Eunha clenched her fists and pounded her head.
She'd first realized her feelings back in middle school.
And for a full six years since then.
Finally, Dojin had confessed.
But... what the hell had she done?
Fear. Yeah, that's what it was. Eunha had felt fear.
What if they became lovers and, just hypothetically, broke up someday?
Then she'd lose Dojin forever...
He was her sanctuary—the one who naturally offered his arm, who listened to her ramble endlessly late into the night.
Terrified of losing that haven, she'd meticulously drawn the line at "just friends"...
And today, Dojin had crossed that line first.
Not fake, but a real relationship—he'd come at her with trembling sincerity.
I should've just nodded. Just said I like you too—one word would've been enough...!
Her mind replayed conditioned reflex terror.
Terror of change.
Terror of breakup.
And the worst rejection that had slipped out unconsciously.
The words about feeling like family... a rejection so thorough it left no room for hope...
And Dojin's retreating back as he fled, those hollow eyes brutally wounded.
"Ahh... Ah, Dojin... sob, I'm sorry..."
It was over now. Starting tomorrow, Dojin would avoid her.
No more arm to hold, no more tender calls of her name.
Eunha, who'd been sobbing into her pillow for so long, suddenly began to tremble faintly.
The confession scene kept replaying in her head.
And amid those fragmented memories, just before the confession, Dojin's face flashed vividly.
His broad shoulders stiff with tension. His thick neck bobbing as he swallowed hard.
Those eyes staring straight at her, filled only with her—different from his usual gaze.
Gulp.
In the silent room, the sound of Eunha swallowing echoed loudly.
"Haa... ha..."
Her breath, choked with sobs, had twisted into hot, sticky, ragged gasps.
It was strange.
She'd been drowning in despair like the sky was collapsing.
Self-loathing so intense she wanted to die.
But the moment she recalled that gaze of Dojin's—craving her—primal heat surged from the depths of her body.
Eyes holding only her. Seeing her as a female, a complete woman.
"Ah..."
A faint moan leaked from Eunha's lips.
Her mouth parched, saliva pooling thick and aroused.
Her lower belly clenched heavily, then a sharp spasm spread from the tender flesh between her legs, sticky and slick.
Am I really losing it...?
Eunha reached out with trembling hands and grabbed her smartphone from beside the bed.
The screen's glow illuminated her flushed eyes and disheveled cheeks.
With familiar motions, she unlocked the hidden gallery folder.
It was filled entirely with photos of Dojin.
Dojin dozing at the library.
Dojin propping his chin, gazing out a café window.
Dojin's thick forearms and broad back glistening with sweat from sports day.
Eunha pulled up the one where he stared straight at the lens with a slight smile.
"Dojin..."
Swish.
The thin fabric slid down, baring her white, full breasts—no bra.
Her cool fingers gently cupped her stiffly erect nipple.
"Hngh...!"
The instant her fingertips touched, electric pleasure jolted through her.
Staring piercingly into the photo's eyes, Eunha caressed her breast in circles, pinching and twisting the nipple.
This wasn't her hand. It should be Dojin's.
Today in the park, those broad, rough hands should've pulled her close with firm strength and roughly kneaded these breasts.
"Haa... Dojin... touch me, please...? You... ahn!"
Her imagination exploded beyond limits.
Her panties were already soaked transparent with arousal; the slightest touch made lewd squelching sounds.
Squelch, squish.
Obscene friction echoed in the quiet room.
Eunha pressed her middle finger to the swollen tip of her clit, rubbing in circles.
"Ahn...! Ah... Do, Dojin... hngh, Dojin...!"
She'd pleasured herself thinking of Dojin countless times before.
But tonight was different.
Clinging regret over the shattered relationship she'd kicked away herself.
And that gaze from earlier as the spark—pleasure amplified explosively, incomparable to usual.
Every caress of her breast, every rub between her legs, flashed her mind white.
"Haa, I, I'm really... weird... feels so good... ngh...!"
Eunha pressed hard on her clit.
"...!!!"
Her body reacted instantly—back arching like a bow, toes curling tight. Tears streamed down her cheeks, dripping onto the phone screen.
Climax loomed.
Hot mass gathered in her lower abdomen; muscles contracted across her body.
"Ah...! Gonna cum, Dojin, I... hngaa...!"
On the edge of ecstasy, trembling at that dizzying precipice.
Vrrr— vrrr— vrrr!
The smartphone in her hand buzzed wildly.
Dojin's photo vanished, replaced by a massive incoming video call screen.
[ Video Call: Dojin ]
"...?!"
Eunha's eyes widened. Her heart plummeted.
All pleasure halted; cold terror washed over her like ice water. It was Dojin. Dojin was video calling her.
No. Not now... not like this...
Her state was wretched.
Breasts fully exposed, sticky fluids dripping between her legs with wet smacks.
Worse, her face screamed on-the-brink arousal.
She had to reject it.
But her shaking left hand froze in midair, unmoving.
What if she didn't answer?
What if this was Dojin's final goodbye?
If it was the last, she had to grab it. Seize the chance...
Eunha barely managed to fix her top.
Trembling violently from the pre-orgasm sensation, she tapped the green accept button.
Ding.
The screen switched with the acceptance tone.
"Uh... yeah. Dojin. Wh-what...?"
Eunha desperately squeezed out the words.
She tried to sound natural, but her voice quivered from the halted pleasure, ragged breaths leaking uncontrollably from her lips.
Dojin's face on screen. But something was off.
His face flushed beet red, breaths as rough and precarious as hers.
Lips bitten tight, like he was desperately holding something back.
Seeing that reddened face and ragged breathing, Eunha thought:
Dojin's crying too... because of me, hurt by me... suffering like that.
And... that thought reignited her stalled arousal.
Guilt crushing her chest, and affection for the man broken because of her...
Right hand.
Eunha's right hand slipped back to her secret place.
Squelch. Squelch.
Staring straight at Dojin on screen, she sniffled and spoke.
"About today...? Hic, Dojin..."
Eunha kept mumbling.
"I'm sorry, it's all my fault. But... can't we stay friends...? I... can't do anything without you... hngaa...!"
Dojin on screen flinched, body trembling.
Soon, his cracked voice came through.
-Me too... cutting you off completely, ngh, would be, kinda tough.
A voice promising to continue the relationship.
Hearing it, Eunha's body spasmed on its own.
"Hngh! Ahn...!"
A mini-climax.
Pleasure burst from her toes, zapping her brain.
Half out of her mind, she blurted:
"Then, haa, you keep liking me, Dojin..."
-...Huh?
"Make me... sob. Make me like you... don't give up, keep liking me... okay?"
Dojin on screen jolted hard again.
His throat bobbed taut, then a suppressed voice leaked through the speaker.
-I'll try. I've... liked you forever. Haa...
Liked her forever, that confession.
"...!!!!!"
In that instant, Eunha's body convulsed wildly again.
Squirt... squirt.
Arousal gushed between her legs, soaking the sheets.
"Haaang! Ah! Aah... ughic... Do, Dojin...!"
In blinding ecstasy where her eyes nearly rolled back, Eunha clutched the phone with shaking hands, gasping out:
"Haa... Me too... ngh, I'll try. H-hang... up...!"
Tap.
Eunha hit end call like fleeing.
The screen went black, leaving only her ragged breaths and the lingering scent of her arousal in the room.
Eunha lay staring at the ceiling, wiping her tear-streaked, guilt-ridden face with an arm.
I'm addicted...♡
Masturbating during a call like this.
It felt too good. Every cell melting in electric bliss...
Feeling her still-throbbing heartbeat, Eunha reached down again, unable to resist.
"Dojin...♡ Someday, someday you have to do it for real...♡"
"I'm jealous, you know? Even if it's 'me'... you two look way too sweet. I can't take this."
"W-wait a sec. I just came -_-"
"Thanks for the meal♡"