The Weight of Conflict
Wang Sian called out to Jang Hye-yeon, who was entering the dining hall. The two stood at the end of the empty corridor, and a strange atmosphere hung between them.
“Why?”
“I have something I want to know.”
“…What?”
Wang Sian paused for a moment before opening her mouth.
“You… what’s your relationship with oppa?”
Jang Hye-yeon’s lips closed tightly. Wang Sian observed her expression carefully, arms crossed.
“…We’re nothing.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ve been interested in oppa a little… I was worried you’d treat me like some kind of tail-chaser. You know, that kind of thing needs to be clear, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Since it’s nothing, that’s good.”
“Yeah.”
Suddenly, Wang Sian slipped her arm through Jang Hye-yeon’s. The younger woman’s eyes widened in confusion at what felt like this sudden action.
“Let’s just get along well. Let’s end this stiff relationship… isn’t that fine?”
Without waiting for an answer, Wang Sian pulled her along by the arm, forcing her toward the dining hall. Jang Hwa-young watched them clinging together and smiled warmly.
“Are the two of you getting closer now?”
“Yes! We hadn’t seen each other in a while and felt a bit awkward, but we decided to get friendly.”
Wang Gang chuckled heartily. The two women sat side by side. Soon after, Kang-jun arrived.
“I’m a little late. I was on a call. Sorry.”
“No problem. You’re not late at all. Sit down.”
Wang Gang offered Kang-jun a seat. He sat in the chair and immediately looked at Jang Hye-yeon. She quickly averted her eyes when their gazes met. Wang Sian felt the tension between them and her expression slowly hardened.
Nothing between them—then why was oppa staring at her the moment he arrived?
Wang Sian’s thoughts grew complicated. It couldn’t possibly be nothing. There had to be something between them.
“Well, let’s eat.”
The meal began. Both women held their chopsticks with complicated feelings. The quiet clinking of spoons and chopsticks continued.
…And that dinner, neither long nor short, finally ended.
“All right, I did well today.”
“Yes, Father. Please be careful on your way back.”
She had gone to the 45th branch tomorrow to secure the list of Hunter Team suspects, acting as a proxy for her father. Of course, she had her own hidden motives. She could have taken a van straight there, but her aunt had come up with this method to deepen her connection with Kang-jun.
After Wang Gang finished saying goodbyes, he boarded the van and left. Wang Sian took a deep breath, then turned around.
The steady support had disappeared. From now on, everything rested entirely in her hands.
“Oppa.”
That single word made Jang Hye-yeon’s heart feel uneasy. It was strangely unsettling.
“Would you take me for a walk? The atmosphere is really nice.”
“Sure.”
The two walked into the shadowy night path. Jang Hye-yeon kept glancing back at where they had disappeared.
She returned to her room and sat on the edge of her bed.
…Surely, nothing happened between them.
The worry faded, but her own thoughts startled her, and she shook her head vigorously.
“Seriously, why are you acting like this, Hye-yeon….”
She covered her face with both hands and let out a long sigh. She felt she had become too strange today. As if someone else had entered her body.
Jang Hye-yeon secretly lay down on the bed. As the night deepened, her body grew increasingly hot.
He’ll come, right? No, don’t think like that and sleep.
However, because she had only slept briefly in the afternoon, her mind was foggy, and sleep wouldn’t come no matter what. Naturally, as the night grew deeper, erotic scenes from the past would surface. They had always happened at night.
Her body burned hotter and hotter. The sensation from earlier—Kang-jun’s tongue flicking—had been intense. That feeling was still vividly remembered.
I want to touch it. I want to touch it.
Jang Hye-yeon gritted her teeth. Unable to endure, she sat up, assumed the half-lotus position, and began meditating.
Clear flowing stream, deep blue forest, soft earth, tall erect manhood…
No!
She reshaped the images in her mind.
Stream, forest, earth, manhood, manhood… Ah, ah.
I’ve gone mad. Finally, I’ve become insane. Jang Hye-yeon collapsed onto the blanket. She slapped the mat with her palm and clenched her fist.
Fuaah. Lifting her head that had been pressed to the bed, she panted, ran her fingers through her hair, and stood up. Afraid something bigger would happen if she stayed like this, she grabbed her sword and left the room, heading for the dojo.
When she turned on the dim light in the empty dojo, her mind calmed slightly.
She walked to the designated spot and sat with her back to the wall, closing her eyes and controlling her mind.
What is Martial Arts? She tried to probe the meaning. Maybe practicing harder would help.
Suddenly, the dojo door creaked open. Jang Hye-yeon’s head whipped around.
Ah!
It was Kang-jun. The moment she recognized him, she turned her head back to the wall. Her vision went white.
Why did he come? Why here? …What now?
Strange thoughts raced through her mind. He walked toward her with steady steps.
“I knew you were here.”
Heh. Jang Hye-yeon inhaled sharply. She couldn’t turn her head. Kang-jun stood right beside her ear and whispered.
“You weren’t in your room.”
Her heart pounded wildly. He spoke softly.
“You hate me that much? So much you want to avoid me? …That’s shocking.”
The pounding heart dropped with a thud. Kang-jun sounded genuinely disappointed.
“If you hate me that much, I have no choice. …I’ll just go.”
Eh…?
Jang Hye-yeon secretly turned her head and glanced at him.
“I’m serious. If you hate me, I won’t touch you. All right?”
“…Yes.”
“Fine, I’m leaving, Jang Hye-yeon.”
Kang-jun gave her back a light pat with his palm and stood up. Then… he left.
…It’s over? He left? Just like that? Why? …Why?
Jang Hye-yeon sat there in a daze. Thinking he might have gone to her aunt’s room, she quickly packed her sword and left the dojo, dashing straight to her aunt’s room.
Knock, knock.
“Aunt.”
- What is it, Hye-yeon?
“Can I come in for a moment?”
- Of course, come in.
She slid the door open. Her aunt sat in her usual dignified posture. There was no sign that Kang-jun had been there. It must have been a misunderstanding.
“Why?”
“Nothing. I was just wondering if Kang-jun-ssi had come.”
“No, he didn’t.”
“Oh, I see. Thank you.”
“All right, sleep well.”
“Yes, Aunt, sleep well too.”
Jang Hye-yeon bowed politely and returned to her room.
He couldn’t have gone to that girl’s room, right?
She grew increasingly anxious. She paced the hallway carefully. A thin strip of light came from under Wang Sian’s door. She heard faint laughter from beyond the wall.
Jang Hye-yeon stood still in the dark corridor for a long time, then returned to her room. Strangely, her chest tightened.
No, it’s good. It’s all good. …This was what I wanted.
Both her aunt and herself had been protected. It was the ideal picture. …Yet her feelings felt unsettled. It was clearly good, but the sensation wasn’t right at all.
Why… why…
It felt as if a hole had been drilled into her chest. She leaned against the door and slid down.
She had lost her mind lately. She couldn’t tell what was real or what was a delusion.
She banged her head against the wall with a thud. Aunt… please give me strength. Please…
Suddenly, she remembered the dream from earlier. Aunt lay beneath Kang-jun, struggling and collapsing. He reached toward her too. They tangled together.
…It was wonderful. Too wonderful. The feeling of his manhood entering her body. That sex that gently stroked and led her to ecstasy.
Can I never experience that again? Something so good? …Then why did he come to my room today? Why… why did he lick my pussy?
At that moment, something brushed her temple.
Ah.
Jang Hye-yeon recalled what Kang-jun had said earlier.
“I’m serious. If you hate me, I won’t touch you. All right?”
There was a condition attached to his words.
If you hate me—
Kang-jun had clearly wanted her to come on her own. Without being told, to spread her legs.
“No, I can’t. I can’t—”
Jang Hye-yeon shook her head. The reason she had reached this point was obvious. Her body wanted it. She wanted him intensely.
She gritted her teeth.
All right, then I’ll masturbate. To relieve this heat.
She leaned her sword against the wall and climbed onto the bed. She stripped completely naked. Already, her groin was wet.
Her fingers touched her most sensitive place. Aaah.
It was the first time she had ever masturbated.
Her fingers stroked, scratched, and rubbed her folds. …However, the desire that needed to be released only grew more explosively. She wondered if she was doing something wrong.
Ah, this isn’t it. This can’t be…!
The more urgent she became, the rougher her fingers moved. Eventually, one finger slipped inside her. …But, even though a long, thick weapon had passed through that place many times, one slender finger brought no sensation at all.
Jang Hye-yeon felt empty. The emptiness drove her to thrash even more. She needed what she wanted, but it wasn’t coming. She couldn’t express that indescribable, aching sensation.
As she writhed more, a clear thought emerged. She wanted to deny it, but she couldn’t.
Kang-jun was needed.
…He had freed her body beautifully. He had known she wouldn’t forget it. He had known her body was yearning. He had known she would definitely do what he wanted.
No, no one decides!
Jang Hye-yeon shook her head and held on. She jumped up and ran to the bathroom again. She drenched her body with cold water.
I won’t break. I won’t break!
She rubbed herself vigorously with a towel, lathering up. Cleansing every bit of dirt from her body with desperate force.
After drying off, she dressed, then climbed onto the bed and sat. The clock showed 9:18 PM. Outside, it was pitch black.
She meditated. According to her aunt’s teachings, any hardship could be endured with mental strength.
Who would break? Never. I will endure. I will endure no matter what. …Please give me strength, Aunt!
9:30 PM.
Kang-jun finished his casual conversation with Wang Sian.
“It’s time to sleep. …Then sleep well.”
“Yeah, you too, oppa.”
They exchanged light nods. Today’s conversation had been a light probe for Kang-jun. He was checking what kind of girl she was… Wang Gang knew about the daughter, but he didn’t know much about the girl. Probably not a skilled one.
He slowly headed toward his own room.
Creak, creak—the sound of footsteps echoed down the dark corridor. Kang-jun turned his head slightly toward the opposite side at the fork. Light leaked from beneath Jang Hye-yeon’s door, but he didn’t go there.
Before turning the doorknob of the guest room, he paused for a moment. Soon, creak—the door opened, and a silhouette appeared.
Jang Hye-yeon.
With a small smile, he slowly closed the door behind her with a soft click.
“What are you doing here? Sneaking in like a thief cat.”
She sat on the edge of the bed, head slightly lowered, fists clenched tightly on her knees. From that posture, Kang-jun felt a surge of joy.
Actually, he had been slightly doubtful about success this time too. Jang Hye-yeon’s mental strength was too solid. …However, in the end, it succeeded.
I did it—
Kang-jun stood still, waiting for her words. After a long moment, her muffled voice came out.
“Finally…”
“Finally?”
Jang Hye-yeon glared at Kang-jun with an expression mixed of anger and shame.
“Just… once.”
The words that had leaped far continued.
“…Only once.”
Kang-jun grinned thickly.
“Why?”
Jang Hye-yeon was a girl who thought a lot. Proud, full of worries. How much internal conflict she had endured was no need to watch a video.
“Don’t have any lingering feelings for me.”
She had come to this place on her own feet, but eventually blamed others. The excuse she had thought all day was surprisingly cowardly.
Well, that’s not bad either.
Kang-jun didn’t provoke her unnecessarily as usual. Her mental state right now was like a fragile glass. If he provoked clumsily, she might leave forever and never return.
He had to handle her gently so he could pour what he wanted inside her.
“…As you wish.”
It’s already difficult once,
twice is…
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