Jealousy
Jealousy. Guilt. Rage. Confusion. Disappointment.
Every one of those emotions crossed Yurin’s face.
Seona’s actions might have been forced by threats, but they still weren’t the sort of things anyone with a girlfriend could say so easily.
Murderous intent rolled off Yurin in waves, thick enough to tear someone apart. She turned on Minji.
“You’re never meeting Seona again. Not if you want to keep breathing.”
“….”
Only a few hours earlier Minji had confessed to him. Now, after forcing herself on him, she simply hung her head in silence.
Then she picked up the clothes scattered beside him and held them out.
“From now on you don’t even talk to other women. I can’t take it anymore. Running around with that filthy body of yours, seducing every girl who looks at you… and now some freak attaches herself to you and this happens? After all that, you still call yourself my man?”
The scolding spilled over onto Seona next.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”
Crushed under guilt, Seona could only keep repeating the words.
Not long after, hunters from the Hwaryong Guild stormed in. They asked a string of questions as part of the investigation into the stalker who had lost both legs and the corpses left behind.
Once everything had been told and the questioning finished, morning arrived.
Yurin took Seona home, leaving Minji behind—still half-dressed, staring blankly into space.
Seona and Yurin stepped into the house.
The kidnapping, the violation, the constant threat of death—all of it had ended only moments ago, yet the tension still clung to Seona’s body.
Only now did it occur to him that he had no idea how Yurin had even known he’d been taken.
She must have tracked him through the couple’s location app they had installed together. That was the first thought that came to mind.
The stalker had been after him, yet Minji had been snatched as well. Yurin could have demanded a full explanation for every detail. She said nothing.
As if she already knew everything.
Whether the anger still burned or not, she had kept a grip on Seona’s arm the entire way home from the scene. Every so often her fingers trembled and clenched hard enough to crush bone.
She was so worked up, so furious, that she couldn’t control her own strength.
Each time it happened Seona let out a pained sound, but the grip only loosened a fraction; she never let go.
Like a child terrified that her treasure might vanish the moment she looked away.
“Seona, let’s get you cleaned up first.”
From the moment they arrived until now, Minji’s fluids had dried in sticky patches all over his body.
“Uh… okay…”
He was so exhausted he could have collapsed onto the bed and blacked out instantly, but refusing Yurin right now felt dangerous. He answered obediently.
The moment Seona stripped and stepped into the bathroom, Yurin followed right behind him.
“You’re tired and worn out, right? I’ll wash you.”
With a weary expression he simply nodded.
The arm she had held still throbbed. When he looked down, a clear handprint of blue-black bruises marked the skin.
This wasn’t the Yurin he knew.
She had never used violence on him without reason, yet something about her felt different now.
He wanted to say he could wash himself, but one wrong word and he had no idea what she might do.
She lifted the shower head and began rinsing every inch of him with warm water.
Then her hand brushed the slick place between his legs where Minji’s fluids had clung.
Her breathing turned rough.
The pressure in her scrubbing hands grew harder, as if something that refused to come off still stained him. She scrubbed more and more roughly.
“Yurin, that hurts… be gentler…”
The pain finally forced the words out of him.
“Seona. Listen. No matter how slutty you are, I still believed in you. I believed you wouldn’t go crawling after some other girl.”
Seona’s body flinched.
Yurin continued.
“But you confessed to Minji, didn’t you?”
He realized the plan he had made because of Yurin’s obsession had only made everything worse.
He had intended to tell the truth and beg for forgiveness.
“I’m sorry. There was a reason I—”
She cut him off.
Her eyes, almost empty of light, fixed on him with a look of pure disgust.
“Getting kidnapped and fucked like a dog by that bitch felt good, didn’t it? That’s why you were moaning under her like that? Even with me watching?”
In that desperate moment, when Minji forced herself on him, the tight, clinging heat of her had swallowed him again and again. Even Seona couldn’t have stayed silent.
But none of that would matter to Yurin.
Confessing to another woman, then half-forced into sex—those two facts alone already made him a complete cheater.
He knew it as well as she did.
“I’m sorry… I’m really sorry…”
Seona showed the tears that men supposedly never used—the ultimate weapon.
He had always expected that someday Yurin’s misunderstandings would corner him mentally as well. So for the first time in fifteen years he let her see him cry, tears streaming freely down his face.
The first day they met he had only gotten a little misty-eyed.
This time the tears poured without stopping, raw enough that even Yurin looked more startled than angry.
Her rage didn’t vanish, but the urge to keep scolding him faded.
After a long silence that stretched from the moment the tears began, Yurin spoke first.
Her expression said she had no choice.
“Seona, I’ll let it go this once… but you’re dropping out of university.”
Her voice was ice-cold.
“Okay… I’ll quit school.”
Minji wasn’t the type to gossip, but after this incident she would be called in for questioning often enough. Sooner or later someone on campus would find out, and rumors would spread that he had been involved in something ugly. He had already been thinking about withdrawing.
“And for a while you don’t leave the house.”
“Okay.”
He answered, desperate for her forgiveness.
“Finish washing, then we’ll go to bed.”
It almost seemed her anger had cooled a little—until she started washing his cock.
Her hands trembled and tightened.
The shaft that had been driven into Minji’s hole hundreds of times was still red and slightly swollen.
Looking at it, Yurin’s eyes went dead, terrifying.
Unlike any caress, she scrubbed with brutal force, rough and relentless.
He flinched and shuddered from the pain, but she didn’t seem to see him at all; she just kept going.
After a while she came back to herself, rinsed the soap from his body with the shower, then dried him with a towel and a hair dryer.
Normally she would have handed him pajamas. Something felt off.
She led him naked into the bedroom, soothing him the whole way, and the way she did it carried the sense that she was about to do something irreversible.
The moment Seona lay naked on the bed, Yurin began stripping.
Then she climbed up beside him. Two naked bodies on the mattress, staring at each other.
The same sight they shared every weekend.
Only this time it was different.
“Seona. There’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while.”
She started talking.
“…What is it?”
It felt exactly like she was about to claim the main event right then and there.
From the moment they got home he had been at his limit.
Kidnapped, violated, every muscle screaming for sleep—yet after the shower the exhaustion only deepened. His eyes were already half-closed.
“I heard most guys can’t even get it up properly their first time when they’re virgins. But you got hard for me right away, didn’t you?”
Seona knew almost nothing about male sexuality in this world.
He had never felt the need to look it up. In his previous life almost no man bothered researching that kind of thing.
“On top of that, even though you have zero stamina, one or two rounds never satisfy you. You keep getting hard and begging to be fucked. That slutty body of yours… even when you’re unconscious it still stands up, doesn’t it?”
At first he had thought it was just because this younger body had stronger lust. But Yurin was right—something was wrong with him now.
In his previous life three or four times had been the absolute maximum. This body might have even less stamina, yet his cock still rose after fifteen rounds without fading.
From experience with Yurin, around the twentieth time it sometimes hurt too much to stay hard, but that was rare.
“So for my slutty Seona, I’ll manage your sex drive every single day. That way you’ll never have a reason to confess to other girls or even talk to them.”
If he had sex with Yurin every day he would dry up and die in no time.
She was an Awakened now. Her stamina would almost never run out first.
The grotesque image of wringing water from a dry rag until it somehow still produced liquid felt close enough to become reality. The fear slipped straight out of his mouth.
“Still, that’s a little…”
The terror made him refuse before he could stop himself.
“Seona. I said I’d forgive you just this once. If you don’t listen…”
Yurin’s voice dropped to a quiet, deadly calm.
“You die, and I die with you.”
The murderous intent in her words was real. Seona’s naked body began to shake.
It wasn’t the cold—the apartment was kept comfortably warm.
When he gave a tiny nod, Yurin reached out as if praising a good boy and stroked his hair.
Then she leaned in close to his face and whispered against his ear.
“Shall we start with today’s management, then?”
With those words her hand closed around the cock that had been straining upward even while she washed him earlier…