The Sharehouse's Silent Descent
Three days passed slower and more grueling than Colossus had expected. Convinced that Tran Van Bao hadn't noticed anything, the man grew bolder with each passing hour. Whether Colossus was home or not, day or night, the moment he stepped out of sight, Tran Van Bao would cling to Yeonha's body.
—Clink. Clack.
—Shhhhh…
Like right now.
Yeonha was cooking while Colossus cleaned up, their usual routine. As he washed the dishes, the living room TV blared loudly. Some variety show with exaggerated reactions. The kind that never let the sound drop. Yet whenever the noise dipped, his sharp hearing caught wetter, more intimate sounds.
—Slurp, slurp, gulp♡
“Hah, hngh♡ Mmph♡”
If he glanced over his shoulder, the scene looked perfectly ordinary. From his position, all he could see was the glowing TV and Yeonha's back as she sat on the sofa. The important part was that only Yeonha was visible. Beyond the sofa's backrest, hidden from his line of sight, Tran Van Bao lurked.
Clink. Clack.
Colossus stacked the dishes noisily, as if fully absorbed in the task. As if he heard nothing at all. That was what Yeonha wanted, after all.
—Slurp, gulp, gulp, gulp♡
“Hngh♡!! Ah♡ Hic♡!!”
Yeonha's voice grew louder. Tran Van Bao, emboldened by Colossus's feigned indifference, was moving his hands more roughly now. When Colossus glanced back again, he caught Yeonha's face—biting the back of her hand to stifle her moans. Her cheeks flushed crimson, her eyes brimming with tears as she stared straight at him.
—Why aren't you saving me?
Her pleasure-drenched eyes seemed to plead exactly that. But it was an act. He knew it. That first night on the terrace, when she had asked him to watch. When he hadn't recognized the performance and tried to approach, she had frantically mouthed, “Don't come.”
He didn't understand it, but she did. It was the kind of acting she believed was necessary. She was throwing herself deeper into her role—playing the S-class hero being exploited against her will. All for ovulation. For his wish. For the warm family they would build together while raising their child.
“Hngh♡ Hah♡ Mmph♡!!”
Those lewd moans she had never once let him hear were simply her own way of committing to the scene.
Colossus set the dishes down, forcing himself to believe that. This was only two days after recruiting Tran Van Bao into the HT team.
*
With each passing day, Yeonha spoke less. More precisely, her reactions were fading. The very atmosphere around her seemed to grow faint. The lively Yeonha who used to bounce around chasing incidents now wore a vacant expression more often than not.
Colossus set his coffee cup down and tapped the table.
“Yeonha.”
“…”
“Yeonha.”
The Yeonha who had once suggested they chat over coffee now sat blankly, her fingers slowly, gently stroking the mug. She traced the handle up and down in a daze until she suddenly jolted.
“Huh?! Yeah? What?”
“Yeonha. Are you all right?”
“Huh? Of course I'm fine. Why?”
“You've been quiet for a while.”
“Ah… right. Yeah. Wait, why is it still daytime?”
“…What do you mean?”
“No… I just thought… by this time it should already be night…”
Yeonha rambled, sipping her coffee. She gazed out at the bright sky with a dissatisfied look, then checked the clock with clear irritation—or perhaps boredom—before sipping again.
The same Yeonha who used to chatter endlessly, insisting silence was unacceptable even when they were alone. The same Yeonha who would laugh brightly at his curt replies. Now, with the conversation long dead, she simply nodded blankly and fiddled with her mug once more.
This was how she looked even during the brief moments Tran Van Bao stepped out for “work.” While he was here, he clung to her like a cicada. These rare moments alone were supposed to be theirs, yet Colossus tried to frame her fading presence as part of her “immersion.”
*
At night, Yeonha naturally slipped out of the bedroom. Once she entered Tran Van Bao's room, Colossus waited long after hearing the door close. Only when the wet sounds began did he head for the terrace.
Stepping quietly to the window behind Tran Van Bao's room, he heard the same sounds that had repeated for days.
“Haaah…♡ Hngh♡!! Heuh♡ Hah♡!!”
“Good. You're taking it well. You're doing great. You're almost there…”
“Hngh♡ Heuh♡!! H-how much longer…♡!!”
“If it were up to me, Tran Van Bao would fill Bopal Rabbit's pussy right now. But Tran Van Bao is holding back. You don't understand Tran Van Bao's heart.”
“I-I already…♡ came so much during the day♡ N-now I…!!”
“Tsk. That was just your duty as a wife. This is treatment. Endure it.”
It was endless caressing. Every night, Tran Van Bao drenched her naked body in what looked like aromatic oil and massaged her thoroughly with his entire body. Whenever Yeonha's panting grew intense and a high-pitched cry escaped—
“Hah♡ Hnghhh♡!! I-I…!! Hic♡!!”
“What did Tran Van Bao tell you to say? Tran Van Bao taught you the words. Remember!!”
“I-I'm going♡ Yeonha's pussy is going♡!!”
“But you can't!!”
“Ah♡ A…♡? Aa… aaaa…”
That must be the “orgasm denial” she had mentioned. Heating her body to the brink, then cutting off sensation right before release. Yeonha would tremble violently, then soon start sniffling. Just like every night.
“You're so mean…! This is too… too hard…!”
Then Tran Van Bao would release her senses again, gently stroking her while whispering sweet words, confessing his love, promising endless pleasure. The price? Marry him. Make a grand public announcement.
“Th-that's…!! I already said that's impossible…!!”
Of course, Yeonha refused fiercely even as her expression melted. But over these past few nights, Colossus had noticed something.
‘The cycle is shortening.’
Yeonha panting, reaching the edge, despairing at the denial, listening to Tran Van Bao's whispers. It had become a nightly routine. Yet the intervals were growing shorter. On the first day, it took two and a half hours for her to reach climax without direct stimulation. By the end of that same night, thirty minutes sufficed. On the second day, it dropped to an hour and a half. She had passed out by the end of that night's “massage.” And today, the third day, she was climaxing every thirty minutes.
Shorter cycles. More violent peaks. Longer, more agonizing periods of denial. And it meant she no longer tried to hold back her voice.
On the first day, Yeonha had fought desperately to stifle her moans until the very brink. On the second, she had tried to keep them quiet from the first climax onward. Today, within thirty minutes of the caressing beginning, she was already begging for mercy.
The woman who used to glance nervously at the curtains where he hid now only panted for Tran Van Bao's touch. Colossus watched in silence, holding his breath.
A cool night breeze swept through. The curtains fluttered, and for a brief moment his view cleared. Tran Van Bao, fully focused on his caresses, still hadn't noticed him. But Colossus could now see their act in explicit detail.
In that fleeting instant the curtains lifted, he saw Yeonha turn her head toward the window, sobbing. At first he thought she was looking at him as usual. She had said his presence helped her immersion, so he assumed she was conscious of him while staying in character.
But when the curtains revealed her eyes, those empty eyes reflected nothing. Colossus felt a chill of dissonance for the first time. It was as if only this moment existed. As if only the two of them occupied this space. As if she had completely forgotten Colossus's existence.
With vacant eyes showing no emotion, she simply turned her head and panted.
‘Ah.’
Colossus reached out instinctively, as if hoping she would shake her head and mouth, “This is just acting, so keep waiting.”
But until the curtains fell again, Yeonha sent no signal except her moans.
*
He remembered what he had said after rescuing civilians trapped between collapsed buildings during a disaster. With no water or food, forced to endure endless fear, thirst, and hunger, he had smiled wryly and said:
“Whenever a single drop of dew fell, I licked it up desperately and tried to recall that sensation whenever my mouth went dry.”
Colossus looked at Yeonha and suddenly recalled that old conversation. Now he understood what it felt like to have an orgasm controlled. Why it felt like torture. People only feel the void after losing something. They grow desperate for even the smallest pleasure, become obsessed, and gradually forget their surroundings. Like water dripping on stone, the fixation on stimulation was boring through her once-solid ego. Those dark, calloused, rough hands were slowly drilling holes in her reason.
He had to stop this.
Colossus flinched and lifted his head, startled by the unfamiliar thought. Then he came to his senses.
He had to stop this. No matter what tantrums Yeonha might throw later, this was dangerous. No—it was clearly dangerous.
Just as he reached for the curtains and began climbing onto the windowsill, Yeonha's voice echoed in his mind.
—From now on, I'm going to take this seriously too. I can't let my pride take a hit like this. If I give up without even trying, I'll just become some easy girl who spreads her legs for anyone and comes crawling back.
—I need to genuinely believe I'm cheating. A proper, ruthless mindset reset is necessary.
—So… can you wait? Can you believe I'll come back and just watch me, waiting?
His hand froze on the curtain.
If he gave up, Yeonha would give up too. But that would mean all the humiliation she had endured from that man would end in failure. No matter how much she claimed it was fine, it couldn't truly be fine. All those “services” she had blindly performed for an F-class were solely for Colossus's child. Could he really destroy that with his own hands?
Colossus stood there for a long time, staring at the silhouettes swaying beyond the curtains, breathing in the thick scent of sweat on the wind, listening to the wet moans. Then he lowered his head and turned away.
He believed in her. It was the only thing he could do from inside the house.
But outside, he simply had to do his best. To secure Yeonha's safety, the place he needed to act wasn't inside the house—it was outside.