Chapter 11
How long had I slept? When I opened my eyes, the air in the room was a little warm, and I could see the back of her head between my thighs, sucking hard.
"M-ma'am?"
"Oh, Do-ha, you're awake? I tried my best not to wake you, hah."
"N-no, it's just... um, when did you get here? I... um... was asleep, so—"
"Yeah, it's okay, it's okay. Want to lie back down?"
Smooch, slurp, smack, smooch, slurp.
The hand gently pushing at my half-raised upper body made me flop back down. Once I was lying flat, the only sound in the quiet stillness of the room was the sticky noise of her caresses.
Without a word, she kept pressing her lips to my inner thighs, sucking, and the sensation made my lower body jerk. Then she bit down little by little with her front teeth, leaving kiss marks, and it hurt enough to make me grimace, but I deliberately didn't let it show.
My upper body had gone completely limp, while my lower body hovered in a state of tremendous tension. Her excited breathing grew louder and louder.
"Hah, hah, Do-ha. Right here, yeah? You're wet?"
Before I knew it, I could feel her warm breath against my pussy. She was panting so hard even while talking that each hot breath against me made my pussy twitch.
"Do-ha's pussy, yeah, hah, so lewd, huh, smooch."
Maybe my body had heated up on its own while I slept, because the moment her tongue touched me, my body jolted with a sharp tingle.
"I love you, I love you, Do-ha. I really love you."
I felt like I should say something in return, but I didn't have the presence of mind. The ridges of her tongue pressing into my pussy felt so vivid that it scrambled my still-groggy head, barely awake.
"Pff, look at all that pussy juice running out. You felt good, huh? Cute."
"W-wait... stop. It feels weird... ngh."
Unwanted caresses only brought disgust, so all I could do was cry helplessly under the pleasure crashing over me.
I'm going to come again. I don't want to. My body keeps, reacting.
A surge. The orgasm burst up from below, and my body was already soaked with all kinds of fluids. At the same time, I realized a lewd smell was thick in the room.
Waking up as the heat of pleasure built, and the fatigue that crashed in the moment I hit climax.
Pain— pain— pain, over and over.
"Hah, your clit is so cute, hahp, slurp."
She pulled with her thumb, and before my body could even react to the drop of saliva that fell from her mouth, there was a wet suck below as she drew the little nub into her mouth. My spread legs trembled like aspen leaves.
"Aaaah, st—stop iiit, d-don't, don't suck it, stop. Agh, ah... ngh."
I pushed at her head with all my strength, but she had my hips in her grip and wouldn't let go, and she didn't budge. All I could do was shake my legs pathetically and come with my whole body.
I wanted to die.
An unwanted orgasm was that disgusting.
After the long climax, all my strength drained away, and I left my limp body lying any which way. My arms and legs sprawled out, my tongue poking out, panting—even I could tell I must have looked pretty ridiculous.
She patted my lower belly, where the aftershocks of the orgasm still hadn't faded, then leaned in with a flushed face and kissed me. I had no choice but to take the kiss helplessly.
"Smooch, slurp, pff, good job, Do-ha. You're so pretty. Aw, such a good girl."
She stroked my hair and pulled me tight into her arms, then asked if there was anything I wanted to eat. I said I wanted ice cream.
The dark living room, lit only by soft ambient light. I sat on the sofa with a blanket wrapped around me, watching a movie we'd picked together, eating ice cream from a stainless steel bowl one spoonful at a time.
She told me not to eat too much or my stomach might hurt. I gave a half-hearted answer and focused on the movie in front of me. I could feel her hand gently stroking my thigh, but I just ignored it.
"Aren't your days and nights getting flipped?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
She held me with one arm and leaned against my shoulder, her voice heavy with fatigue. Was she sleepy? Probably.
...Tick, tick, tick. In the middle of the night, the only sound in the living room was the movie playing from the TV. Honestly, it wasn't my taste, so it wasn't particularly fun to watch.
...
At some point she had closed her eyes and fallen fast asleep. I barely managed to pry myself out of the arms that held me tight and slipped away.
Maybe because I'd slept so much, my mind was wide awake, and I wasn't sleepy. My body just felt a little tired.
Leaving her asleep on the living room sofa, I went up to the second floor. I needed even a little time apart like this just to breathe.
I went to the bathroom, sat on the toilet, and pulled down my pants—and froze in shock. The red kiss marks scattered all over my inner thighs brought disgust and revulsion surging up, and I lifted the toilet lid and threw up stomach acid.
Maybe because I hadn't eaten anything, only a thin, pale liquid came out, and I just kept dry heaving.
"Ugh—blegh... ugh... ngh."
After forcing out as much as I could, I left the bathroom feeling a little clearer. Looking down from the second floor, she was still asleep.
What should I do? I don't want to go back down.
As I walked down the straight hallway, I saw an unfamiliar door. It was just unfamiliar—not that I wasn't allowed to go in or anything—so after hesitating a moment, I opened the door and went inside.
The first thing that caught my eye was the pile of documents and files stacked in the middle of the room, pens scattered around... that kind of thing.
It wasn't like I'd expected much, but there really wasn't anything there for me. I thought about browsing the books packed along the walls, but instead of novels they were all thick humanities books or books from fields I knew nothing about—the kind that looked boring and suffocating just sitting on the shelf. I couldn't bring myself to touch them.
"...Eh."
I turned to leave, but then her bag in the corner caught my eye.
I opened the zipper and slowly went through the contents one by one. Among the odds and ends.
...The expensive lipstick I gave her for our 100-day anniversary was a surprise.
And it looked almost unused, like new. ...Yeah, back then I didn't know we'd end up dating this long.
A leather card wallet, a pen, sticky notes, a notebook, a refillable perfume bottle, a lighter. Did she smoke?
Anyway, I took the items out one by one, and then I found an inner pocket.
A rectangular object that clearly bulged out the moment I touched it—what else could it be?
I hurriedly reached in and grabbed it. The black object that came out, unexpectedly, was my phone, sealed in a clear zipper bag.
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
My heart pounded again. For the first time in a long while, I felt alive. Without thinking, I pressed the button hard and turned it on.
When the signal icon appeared in the top right corner, showing the internet connecting, my heart hammered wildly.
The phone screen felt a little blinding. The first notification at the top was a message from Min-ha.
I opened the chat, but there was no time to read the messages that had piled up, so I immediately opened the input field.
- Min-ha.
My palms had gotten sweaty without me noticing, and I wiped them carelessly on my pajamas and grabbed the phone again, but my fingers kept slipping from the sweat, and I couldn't type properly.
A typing indicator appeared right away, and then a reply from Min-ha.
- Bae Do-ha?? Why haven't you checked my messages all this time?
Do you know how worried I've been? You wouldn't even answer your phone,
- I'm being held captive right now.
What are you talking about all of a sudden? Explain it properly.
- You know Lee Yu-bin, right?
- Your girlfriend?
- She's holding me captive.
Creak.
A faint sound from beyond the living room made my body flinch.
- I'm going to delete all of this now. Don't reply anymore.
With urgent, trembling hands, I deleted the messages I'd sent and the ones from Min-ha.
For a moment I wondered if maybe I was just being oversensitive to a small sound, but the low voice calling me from the first floor cut the thought short.
I'm sure it didn't even take a minute to turn off the phone, put it back in the zipper bag, and return everything to the bag.
"...Hoo. Hah."
As if nothing had happened, I walked out the door, took deep breaths to steady my trembling body, and went down to the first floor.
Without even knowing what kind of face I was making.
"Do-ha?"
"D-did you call me?"
"I woke up for a second and you weren't there, so I got scared... Where did you go?"
"Ah, um... I just... went to the bathroom for a bit."
"I see. Hmph, the bathroom. But why are you sweating so much?"
My heart was pounding so hard I couldn't bring myself to look her in the eye. When I looked at the floor, I saw my toes fidgeting restlessly. I hid my hands behind my back, afraid I'd start picking at my nails.
The timing of the conversation had already gone awry, leaving a heavy silence behind.
I couldn't hear the wind through the window gap, or the water dispenser, or the occasional mechanical hum from somewhere unknown.
Just the distant sound of cars, and the quiet space between the living room and the hallway.
Before I knew it, curses filled my head.
No. I don't know for sure. Let's not jump to conclusions.
I didn't know how to hide my expression or my feelings.
All I could do was hang my head low.
Was she waiting for my answer? What kind of face was she making right now? It was a long silence. I mean, I didn't know where to start or what to say, and for a moment I was swept up in the self-pitying sense that I'd fallen into a trap.
...
I made my shriveled little brain work frantically.