Let's Play in Deep Waters (3)
"Crazy bitch... have I finally lost my mind...?"
She curled up her body, heavy as a sodden lump of cotton. It hurt like hell—why the fuck was she thinking of that bastard right now?
It was all because he hadn't shown his face for days. They were neighbors, so she'd expect to run into him coming and going, but there wasn't even a hint of his presence...
She'd swallowed her pride and forced herself to go out every few days, even pressing his doorbell. But no such luck. She never caught him.
Park Min-jeong, who didn't even know she had magical girl syndrome—let alone connect it to her corruption desire—couldn't link her symptoms to Jeong Ji-un. So she'd endured the growing dependency. She'd barely held on, clinging to the faint trace of his scent lingering in the hallway.
But now...
Beep beep beep, ring—
At that moment, the sound of the front door lock disengaging echoed through the apartment.
"Hah... I told you to change the damn password, but you just keep stubbornly ignoring it."
A familiar voice.
"Unnie, I brought porridge. Come on, get up."
More familiar voices.
Choi Su-jin, her friend from the district office, and Lee Su-ah—the active C-grade magical girl 'Blue Lane' they handled together.
"Don't wanna... fuck off..."
Park Min-jeong mumbled from under the covers. But there was no way they could hear her.
Thud, thud.
Footsteps approached the bedside. Soon, the overpowering scent of cosmetics wafted over.
"Hey, Park Min-jeong. What the hell is this mess? Anyone would think you'd been battling a magical beast for a week straight."
Choi Su-jin clicked her tongue and yanked the blanket away.
"Gaaah! Too bright! You crazy bitch!"
The fluorescent light stabbed into her eyes like needles. Park Min-jeong screamed and covered her face.
"God, you're such a drama queen. Get up already. Su-ah brought abalone porridge."
"I said I don't want any..."
"You gotta eat so you can take your meds. This is day two of no-shows. The team leader was debating whether to clear out your desk."
"F... fuck off... I took sick leave..."
Choi Su-jin dragged a chair over and sat, crossing her legs. In her hand was a convenience store bag—hangover remedies and canned beer peeking out. Was she here to visit the sick or start a drinking party?
"Unnie, are you feeling really bad?"
Lee Su-ah approached with a worried look and placed a hand on Park Min-jeong's forehead.
Smack.
"Eek?!"
Park Min-jeong flinched away in terror, whipping her head aside. The spot where Su-ah's hand had touched burned like fire. No—it was rejection. The mere feel of someone else's skin was utterly repulsive.
Anyone's body heat but Jeong Ji-un's felt like sandpaper grinding against her.
"S-sorry! My hands are cold..."
"No... don't touch me. Just... leave me alone."
Park Min-jeong panted raggedly, burying her face in the pillow. Lee Su-ah panicked and glanced at Choi Su-jin.
"Su-jin unnie, Min-jeong unnie's got a fever too. This isn't just a cold."
"What then, magical girl syndrome?"
"It could be. She's been super stressed lately."
The chronic affliction of magical girls. But Park Min-jeong scoffed.
"Bullshit... you think I'm some S-grade hunter? Just a desk-jockey stamping papers at city hall— what syndrome? It's just... a cold."
"What cold turns you into a half-cripple?"
"Whatever... just let me sleep in peace."
"Your symptoms are way too severe though..."
"Hey, leave her be. You know her temper. She'll crawl out when she gets desperate enough."
Choi Su-jin scooted her chair closer with a screech, leaning in. Her eyes sparkled with mischief.
"By the way, what's your boyfriend up to?"
Park Min-jeong's shoulders jerked under the blanket.
"...What?"
"You know, your boyfriend. How come he hasn't shown his face when you're this sick?"
Her heart plummeted.
The word boyfriend pierced her ear, triggering a bizarre chemical reaction inside her.
Whoosh.
Her shivering body ignited in an instant. Her lower belly tingled; the insides of her thighs pulled taut.
Like Pavlov's dog, her body reacted before her mind could catch up.
"Wh-what are you talking about? Boyfriend?"
"Come on, drop the act. Remember last time we were drinking? The guy who came to pick you up when you were blackout wasted."
Choi Su-jin narrowed her eyes, as if dredging up the memory.
"I blacked out too, so details are fuzzy... but definitely a guy showed up."
That night.
Yeah, she remembered. She'd bullshitted her way out to hide the cum stench on her—said it was some guy she was seeing.
"He's... busy."
"Busy? While his girl's on death's door?"
"I said it's just a cold, not dying... and he's not my boyfriend anyway. He's swamped lately."
Park Min-jeong yanked the blanket up to her chin, mumbling.
"Doing what? What's his job?"
"You heard back then! He's a counselor!"
"Oh, right."
Choi Su-jin grinned slyly, clearly remembering the cum smell. Bitch. Park Min-jeong seethed inwardly but turned away with feigned haughtiness.
"Kinda weird though."
"What is?"
"Na-young. Kim Na-young."
"What about her?"
"Called her before coming here? Said you were dying and let's go together."
Kim Na-young. Freelance magical girl and drinking buddy.
"Her reaction was priceless. I tossed out, 'Wonder if Min-jeong's boyfriend's there~' and boom—she bails."
"...Suddenly?"
"Yeah. Hung up right after."
Choi Su-jin tsked in disbelief.
"Still hungover? Or does she owe your guy money? Such a freakout."
A chill ran down Park Min-jeong's spine.
No way... did that bastard get to Na-young too?
A dark premonition flashed by. Jeong Ji-un was insane.
If he'd broken her the same way... maybe Na-young had some weakness exploited... or something even worse.
Her mind tangled.
If he'd touched Kim Na-young too. If he was infiltrating everyone around her one by one.
Then what about me?
Jealousy? Relief?
Relief that she wasn't the only one—and jealousy that her master was eyeing another woman—churned her guts into nausea.
Urk, uurrgh... Acid reflux surged up.
"Mmph!"
Park Min-jeong clamped her mouth shut.
"Hey, hey! If you're gonna puke, go to the bathroom! Not here!"
"Unnie! Are you okay?!"
Lee Su-ah lunged to pat her back, but Park Min-jeong shoved her away and bolted to the bathroom.
Bang!
She flung open the toilet lid and shoved her head in. But only bile came up.
Urk... urkk...
Even amid the gut-wrenching agony, one thing filled her mind.
Jeong Ji-un. His scent. His body heat. The taste of his cum.
She needed it now. No meds, no porridge, no rest—just sucking his cock would end this torment.
I want him...
Park Min-jeong sobbed, clutching the toilet. Pathetic.
"Unnie, open the door..."
Lee Su-ah's worried voice came from outside.
"Go away... I wanna be alone..."
"Still..."
"I said go!"
Park Min-jeong snarled.
Silence fell, then Choi Su-jin's voice.
"Hey, leave her. That temper—she ain't dying. Let's go."
"But..."
"We'll just get bitched at. Yo, Park Min-jeong! We're out! Warm up the porridge later or whatever!"
Clunk, bang.
The front door shut.
Only then did tension drain from Park Min-jeong. She slumped to the bathroom floor. The cold tiles cooled her fevered cheeks.
"Hah... hah..."
She rose shakily, gripping the sink. Her reflection was wretched: hollow eyes, swollen lips, disheveled hair.
"What the fuck is this...?"
Then—noise from outside. Murmurs.
The hallway. Faint voices beyond the door.
"Huh? Wait—hey!"
"Who... oh! Right! That guy!"
"Hey! Wait up!"
"...Me?"
And then—a voice so familiar it raised goosebumps. Not strange, but too familiar.
"Ah, hello. Didn't get to properly greet you at the drinking party last time—things were hectic."
Low, smooth baritone. Polite, yet laced with arrogance.
Her heart hammered like it would shatter her ribs. Headache? Chills? Nausea? Wiped clean in an instant.
Replaced by primal instinct. The blind craving of a dog reunited with its master.
He's here.
He was finally, finally, finally here.
Park Min-jeong bolted from the bathroom, wet feet slipping. She didn't care if her slippers flew off. She dashed through the living room to the door.
Her heart might explode. What if he left? What if her friends chased him off?
Miss this chance and she'd wither away to nothing.
Fling!
No time to unlock properly. She wrenched the handle and threw the door wide.
Screeech—
The entry light flicked on. The sudden glare blinded her, but she stared ahead without blinking.
And saw him.
"Huh? Min-jeong-ah?"
A man in the middle of the hallway.
Not his usual slovenly tracksuit. Neatly combed hair, tidy clothes.
Almost like a stranger. But those eyes—that feral glint was unmistakably Jeong Ji-un.
"Hah... hah... ugh..."
Rationality? Dignity? Friends and juniors watching?
Didn't matter a damn.
If she didn't bury herself in those arms, inhale that scent—her veins would burst.
Park Min-jeong stumbled into the hall barefoot. The cold tiles bit her soles, but she felt nothing.
"Whoa! Hey! Park Min-jeong, you—!"
Choi Su-jin yelled in shock, but it didn't register.
She hurled herself straight into Jeong Ji-un's chest.
Thud.
"Whoa there."
He caught her effortlessly.
Firm chest muscles pressed to her cheek. His scent assaulted her nostrils—cool skincare underpinned by that thick, musky male aroma.
"Hnnngh...!"
Park Min-jeong clutched his collar with both hands, burying her face in his chest and inhaling deeply.
Huuuuh— His scent flooded her lungs.
Zing!
Electricity shot down her spine, slamming into her core.
"Ah... aaah...!"
Her legs buckled. She crumpled—but he held her up with one arm around her waist.
That pressure. The iron grip cinching her waist.
It pulled the trigger.
"Hic! Uh... ughhh...!"
Her eyes rolled back. Thighs stiffened, then quivered wildly on their own.
Her pussy clenched, gushing hot slick.
Squelch, squiiirt... Her panties soaked through instantly. Warm wetness seeped through her thin pajama pants.
I'm insane... fucking insane, Park Min-jeong...
Friends right there. Junior watching. Middle of the goddamn hall.
And just from a hug. Just from his scent—she came.
Her face burned with shame, but even that fueled the ecstasy.
"Haaah... hnn... ah..."
She dangled from him, panting like an animal. Drool dribbled down her chin, soaking his pricey shirt.
"Min-jeong, you must've been in bad shape to come rushing out like this?"
His voice floated from above. Tender as could be. But she knew better—he saw right through her state.
His fingers on her waist tapped subtly along her spine. Like praising a good bitch.
"Oh my god... Min-jeong unnie..."
Lee Su-ah clapped a hand over her mouth.
"She... she's that far gone..."
To her, it looked romantic. Her cool, prickly senior dragging her sick body out barefoot to embrace her boyfriend—and melting in relief.
Whoa, total drama scene.
"Park Min-jeong, you..."
Even Choi Su-jin gaped, speechless. The Park Min-jeong she knew didn't cling to guys like this.
"Ji-un, was it?"
Choi Su-jin cleared her throat.
"Ah, yes. Jeong Ji-un."
He bowed slightly, still cradling the trembling Park Min-jeong in one arm. She quivered with aftershocks, but he nailed the 'devoted boyfriend fretting over his sick girl' act.
"I was tied up with work—got the message late. Had no idea Min-jeong was this bad."
"Well... shit happens when you're busy. Timing's impeccable though. We were just heading out."
"Lucky us. Didn't miss each other."
Jeong Ji-un touched her forehead gravely.
"She's burning up pretty bad. Shaking too."
"Hnn... ungh..."
Park Min-jeong whimpered. Not from fever—her body was still hypersensitive, twitching at every touch. But to outsiders, it passed for a delirious patient's groans.
"Gotta get her inside to rest. Force some meds down her."
"Y-yeah. She hasn't eaten in days..."
Lee Su-ah said anxiously.
"Porridge's on the table. Please make sure she eats."
"Don't worry. I'll take full responsibility for feeding her."
She gripped his shirt collar tighter.
Please. Get rid of these bitches quick. Then do me. Fuck me right here if you want.
Choi Su-jin eyed them both, then shoved Lee Su-ah's back.
"Come on, Su-ah. We'll just be in the way."
"R-right! Get well soon, unnie! I'm off!"
"Take care."
Jeong Ji-un bowed politely. He played the perfect boyfriend right up until the elevator doors shut.
Ding—
Doors closed. Silence returned to the hall.
"Hah... hah... ugh..."
Park Min-jeong's head lolled. Tension gone, her legs gave out completely. She sagged toward the floor, clinging to him.
But he didn't let go.
"Get up."
His voice turned icy. The warmth from moments ago vanished.
"Already pissed because noona ignored my calls, and now you pull this shit?"
"J-Jeong Ji-un..."
"Acting like a bitch in heat in front of your friends. Enjoy that?"
He yanked her up by the waist, rough.
"N-no... that's not..."
"The hell it isn't. You're soaked."
His hand clamped her ass. Through the thin pajamas, the drenched panty line was blatant.
"Hic...!"
"Didn't piss yourself in the hall, did you? Big girl like you."
"N-no... not piss... just..."
Park Min-jeong shook her head, sniffling. Humiliating. But the relief dwarfed it—he was touching her at last.
"Inside. Gotta clean up your mess."
Pretending to support her, he half-dragged her back into the apartment.