Now This Moment Feels Like a Dream (4)
No one had ever suspected the hit-and-run accident was anything but what it appeared to be. All these years, I had believed I was the only eyewitness. But it turned out there had always been a witness from the very beginning—especially ironic given the person I had hoped it would never be.
Time itself seemed to freeze. Jang Hwa-young could not utter a single word. She stood there, rigid as a statue.
“Senior-nim.”
The silence stretched on.
“Senior-nim.”
*If this very moment were just a dream...*
“I wasn’t trying to interrogate you, Senior-nim. …I only wanted to understand the reason.”
She spoke as though she had lost her voice entirely.
Kang-jun slowly extended his hand and gently clasped her cold palm chilled by the air conditioner’s breeze.
“Senior-nim, please.”
On the surface she still felt warm, but inside him a dark frenzy burned. He was obsessed with extracting the answer he craved from her lips at any cost.
Her head, which had hung limp, rose slowly once more. Yet her eyes refused to meet his, drifting helplessly across the space instead.
“I’m sorry.”
“Senior-nim.”
“I’m sorry. Back then… I lost my mind for a moment. I went completely insane… I’m sorry, Kang-jun.”
Jang Hwa-young bit hard into her lower lip. Her eyes, brimming with regret, trembled faintly.
“I never meant to do it. I just… I went to your room because I thought you weren’t there…”
“So that’s how it happened?”
“It was an accident. A complete coincidence.”
Kang-jun slowly brought her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it.
“Truly an accident… or not…”
Her lips parted ever so slightly. Kang-jun’s eyes gleamed with terrifying intensity.
“You came because you were curious?”
It felt as though a dagger had pierced straight through his heart. Just like during sparring, he pressed her harder than ever. But she had no means to fight back. So he dismantled her mercilessly.
He was peeling away her hardened shell, extracting everything hidden beneath.
“An accident…”
“Really an accident?”
From Kang-jun’s gaze and tone, Jang Hwa-young sensed the certainty that everything she claimed was false.
“Please speak honestly, Senior-nim. …You yourself said that no matter what happened, you would stand by my side…”
Kang-jun tightened his grip on her hand.
“I feel the same way. I’ve always been on your side until the very end. So… please tell me the truth.”
Jang Hwa-young finally realized she had been cornered. Kang-jun had skillfully driven her right into that trap. She closed her eyes tight.
“Senior-nim…”
“…Yes. I understand.”
Her eyes opened. She met his gaze directly.
“Yes… it wasn’t an accident. I went there because I thought you would be in Hye-yeon’s room.”
“Why?”
It took a long time for an answer. An agonizingly long time.
A light of resignation seeped into her eyes.
“I was… burning up inside my body too.”
Once the dam broke, Jang Hwa-young spoke without restraint, pouring out all the pain she had carried for so long.
“Since that night… I’ve been in agony. Every night my body would act strangely. I tossed and turned restlessly… thinking of you.”
“So why didn’t you say anything?”
Her voice grew louder.
“Why hide it? How was I supposed to explain it…?”
“Senior-nim…”
“You… you’re close with Hye-yeon. …That night was an unavoidable circumstance, but doing it again afterward is wrong. It’s definitely wrong.”
“Isn’t it better than eavesdropping?”
Jang Hwa-young’s expression was wounded.
“Please don’t speak like that… Don’t you know how much I had to endure? How dark my heart felt inside?”
The conversation fell silent for a moment. They simply stared at each other, locked in an unblinking gaze.
Then Kang-jun suddenly hurled a fatal question without warning.
“Do you love me?”
“Hah!” Jang Hwa-young whipped her head around.
Love… yes, love.
The moment she heard it, her mind spun. She finally understood what all these emotions had been rooted in.
She loved him. When had it begun? She had never known.
But she knew the exact day the seed of that unknown love had sprouted— the night in the mountain villa. That was when it first bloomed against his chest.
After long thought, Jang Hwa-young nodded slowly, her face carrying the look of one about to cry.
“Yes… I think I love you.”
Her youth was already gone. Yet her love burned hotter than ever. And in the same breath, it was icy. Within her affection lay a perfect blend of obsession and care—not the unyielding passion of youth.
Jang Hwa-young forced a smile as she looked at Kang-jun.
“I’m glad I can say it. I’m satisfied with this. I want nothing more. …I don’t want to become an obstacle for you, Kang-jun!”
Kang-jun leaned his upper body forward. *Ugh.* He struck with a sudden kiss. She slammed her lips shut in surprise, then slowly relaxed and opened them.
The kiss was sticky and tenacious, lasting until her back and waist grew damp with sweat.
*Haa.*
They slowly pulled apart. Their heated gazes collided.
This… was not allowed.
Jang Hwa-young suddenly lunged at his face again. The kiss continued, longer this time. Their tongues tangled so deeply that she could no longer tell whose saliva was whose.
When their lips finally parted, Kang-jun wore a meaningful smile.
“What if Hye-yeon finds out?”
Jang Hwa-young swallowed hard and whispered, her eyes moist and glistening.
“Then… just once. Just occasionally. Just sometimes… would that be all right…?”
Kang-jun scanned her face thoroughly.
“You’re not really asking for much. Just occasionally… just sometimes…”
“Isn’t that cheating?”
“No.”
At that moment Jang Hwa-young found her answer.
“It’s just helping me. I need to relieve my sexual urges too. Like you. Right? …This isn’t cheating.”
“Just like that?”
“Yes. I have no intention of interfering between you and Hye-yeon. I want nothing. …I just want you to come to me occasionally…”
She openly invited him to embrace her.
Jang Hwa-young had always been this kind of woman.
Kang-jun smiled a little crookedly. The way she craved love even in such a twisted manner—pure beauty and decadence intertwined—felt strangely beautiful.
They fell silent for a moment. Kang-jun reached out and gently touched her ear. It was surprisingly hot.
His hand slid down, tracing her cold collarbone, then cupped her burning breast. Yet she did not slap his hand away like before.
*Ugh.*
“Lower it.”
They exited the car. Kang-jun immediately turned around and stood in front of Jang Hwa-young, who faced away from the vehicle. He pushed her against the car door and kissed her deeply.
With both hands he yanked up her top and bra all the way to her chest. He pinched and twisted her erect nipples. Her breathing grew ragged. At the same time she sucked hard on his tongue.
After the intense kiss ended, Kang-jun lowered his pants. The thing that Lexy had feared was bigger than a white person’s jerked upright and proudly displayed itself.
“Suck my cock.”
Kang-jun deliberately chose lewd words on purpose. Jang Hwa-young knelt before him. Before placing it in her mouth she glanced up at him with wide eyes. He looked down at her with the superior gaze of a victor.
*Ah, ugh.* Her pretty, small mouth slowly took him in. But it could not go deep. Kang-jun, growing impatient from the shallow bobbing, moved forward another half-step.
*?!*
Jang Hwa-young’s body jerked backward. He pushed further. *Thud.* Her back of the head lightly struck the car door. There was no retreat. Yet he kept pushing.
Jang Hwa-young closed her eyes tight. His manhood drove deep into her throat. She was now stuck in an awkward, neither sitting nor kneeling position.
He pulled back for a moment to let her breathe. *Pah—huuuaa.* Her breathing grew labored. Kang-jun gave her a moment, then thrust again. She placed both hands firmly on his thighs and endured his movements without moving.
Kang-jun thrust roughly, back and forth. *Ugh—ugh—ugh—ugh—uhh—ugh.*
Her lungs filled quickly, yet she could not take proper breaths. Her face flushed red with oxygen deprivation.
As the rhythm continued, she instinctively pushed her thighs apart. When he still refused to move, she tried to turn her head sideways. But he caught her hair with his hand and pinned it in place.
Jang Hwa-young’s eyes shot open in panic. She was gasping for air. *Please… give me a moment to breathe.* But Kang-jun showed no mercy.
She slapped his thighs with her palms while writhing. This was the limit. The final thrashing before she blacked out was violent. Kang-jun finally pulled back a step.
*Uuuweeek.*
The moment she spat it out, Jang Hwa-young collapsed forward and coughed violently. She retched a few times. Thick strands of saliva stretched from her mouth to the asphalt road.
It had been too rough.
Once her breathing steadied, she looked at Kang-jun with a troubled gaze. Yet there was no remorse in her eyes. Only a dark hunger to ravage her even more.
“Senior, this is… a bit much… Right? Kang-jun…”
Even in a pleading tone, Kang-jun ignored her. He opened the rear door and pointed inside.
“Come here and lie down. Pull your pants down. …And spread your pussy like before.”
Jang Hwa-young slowly stood. She slid her pants and panties down to her thighs, then laid her head against the edge of the seat Kang-jun indicated. With both hands behind her back she spread her buttocks as hard as she could.
The spot was already slick. Not enough to be a flood, but enough to take him without lubrication.
Kang-jun aimed his cock at the stretched entrance and slowly pushed in. *Ah—ugh.* The hands spreading her ass tensed. Soon he was buried deep inside.
Kang-jun… we’re joined again…
Before Jang Hwa-young could savor the sensation of being joined, rough fucking began. She released the hands spreading her buttocks. Her left arm stretched overhead and pressed against the seat back. Her right arm grabbed the car’s legrest.
*Chak chak chak.* Because her ass had been sweaty earlier, every rough impact produced lewd, filthy sounds.
Kang-jun had already come twice before, so the edge had not hit yet. But for Jang Hwa-young, whose body had been boiling, the story was different. She reached climax in no time.
*Ah—ugh—ah—uh—ugh—uh—*
Kang-jun gripped her hips and slammed into her. Jang Hwa-young let out excited cries.
The climax exploded inside her like fireworks. *Ahuuu!* Her head arched back. But he gave her no rest and kept thrusting. Her legs, stretched straight, began to bend into an eight shape.
*Ah—ugh.* She clenched her eyes and bit her index finger.
This is insane… fuck, it’s so good.
It was truly a masterpiece. Her insides gripped him perfectly. This was exactly what people meant by artificial perfection. The internal energy cultivated for decades had been perfectly infused into the hole.
Kang-jun’s resisting muscles tightened around his thumb. The grip grew stronger. Her head turned.
“Ah—ah—ugh—there… ah—ah—Kang-jun—there… if you touch it… ah—ugh!”
Her reactions intensified. Kang-jun lightly scratched her back door. Her body jerked upward.
I should try that too next time I have the chance.
He was a little curious. Her back door was his first time as well. …If this were his third playthrough, he would have refused even if she asked. But now he thought it might be different. Suppressing her shame, he imagined the expression on her face as she spread it. Just the thought sent a twisted smile across his lips.
The edge grew closer. He began his final savage thrusts.
“Ah—uh—uh—uh—uh—uh—uh—ah—ah—ah—ah—uh—uh—ugh—ugh—ugh!”
And he exploded inside her. She had taken a pill recently, so there was no pregnancy worry for a month. But unaware, after the afterglow of climax she worried aloud.
“Kang-jun… you can’t cum inside. By mistake…”
“Well… what’s wrong? If you get pregnant, you just have to give birth.”
She showed no approval or disapproval. Of course she probably did not mind.
Kang-jun took a breath and looked at the sky. A faint red light was spreading far in the distance.
He stood his cock erect again. “Lie down facing me. Lift your legs.”
Without being told, the sight of her spreading her own pussy with her hands was extremely lewd. *Hehe.* Smiling, Kang-jun slid his cock back into the stretched hole. *Huuuuu.* She lifted her head briefly, then looked at him with moist eyes again.
And the cries began once more.
The fourth night since Kang-jun had arrived.
Jang Hye-yeon checked the clock. It was already past eleven at night. Yet he had not come. For the second consecutive day.
No way…
She thought perhaps her resistance had finally worked. In the end the bastard could not endure her and left.
A grin spread across her face. She had won. She had endured thanks to her belief in her aunt.
*Aunt, I did it!*
She happily went to bed. Her body felt a little warm, but the joy of that moment was greater. She had endured everything with infinite trust and respect for her aunt.
…Unaware that the aunt she idolized was lying beneath Kang-jun, desperately struggling.