RB - 34

34. You Are My Nightmare, the Night of Abandonment

A faint presence, the feeling of being watched, lingered. When Seo-yeon turned around, Jung-hyuk was there. His eyes shone like stars.

“Why are you drinking water like it’s beer? You should sip it slowly, Seo-yeon.”

His languid voice stirred her senses, and without realizing it, Seo-yeon spilled the truth.

“I had a nightmare. I didn’t want to fall back asleep.”

Jung-hyuk’s gaze swept over Seo-yeon’s body. Her sweat-soaked pajamas clung to her, revealing her beautiful curves. He took a few steps closer. The scent of musk mixed with cigarettes wafted from him.

At a distance close enough to feel his body heat, her slender shoulders trembled in his view.

“Damn it.”

He cursed under his breath and hurriedly closed the living room window, then drew the curtains. The only light in the room now was the sensor light from the water purifier. Jung-hyuk quickly walked back to Seo-yeon. Her long, delicate eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings.

Han Seo-yeon, are you as strong as steel, or are you the weakest woman in the world? You’re just a little bird, aren’t you?

With a long sigh, Jung-hyuk’s hand reached for her pajama buttons. One by one, they came undone, and Seo-yeon’s head tilted upward.

Finally, with all the buttons undone, Jung-hyuk swiftly removed her pajama top.

Her perky chest, neither too big nor too small, was a soft, white mound. Atop it sat pink peaks, like cherry stems.

“What are you doing? …Are you an animal? You’re stripping someone who just had a nightmare?”

“You’ll catch a cold if you sleep in wet clothes.”

Seo-yeon was like a lifeless wooden doll, and strangely, Jung-hyuk’s touch was calm, as if his desire had been tamed. For a moment, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. Tamed? What nonsense.

“A lot of women sleep without bras because they feel stuffy. I guess you felt stuffy too.”

Jung-hyuk forcefully swallowed the desire to take Seo-yeon to bed immediately. He asked the pitiful little bird:

“Han Seo-yeon, should we just live together? Forget the six-month contract relationship.”

Seo-yeon’s lips parted slowly. Her dry, cracked voice was heartbreaking.

“…Do you know what my nightmare was about? It was about clinging to my mom, who abandoned me. Begging her not to leave because I did something wrong. I’ve been having this dream since I was a child, and I still have it now.”

Her rapid breathing continued. Jung-hyuk, realizing he had left her standing there naked, quickly took off his T-shirt and put it on her small frame before pulling her into an embrace.

“It’s nothing, I just want you to be warm. Your body is cold.”

Sharing his warmth, Seo-yeon continued. The sobs mixed into her words struck Jung-hyuk’s heart.

“Being abandoned is what scares me the most in the world. Think about what you did to me, Shin Jung-hyuk. You openly abandoned me. You made a bet about me, the girl from the orphanage who loves money.”

Jung-hyuk, aware of his sins, tightened his arms around her. The karma of his actions dripped with red blood, gesturing at him. It asked if he was ready to pay the price.

“Shin Jung-hyuk, it’s okay to have this contract relationship with you. It’s manageable. Sometimes I even think about wanting to sleep with you—I’m human, after all. But I don’t want to be abandoned again. I’m so grateful it’s just a contract relationship.”

Impatience rose in Jung-hyuk’s throat, and his hardened desire reflexively twitched. Even as he listened to Seo-yeon’s heartbreaking confession, his desire surged with rapid blood flow. He was indeed a beast.

But that was all. Jung-hyuk lifted Seo-yeon in his arms. She obediently let her body go limp, her long black hair cascading over his arms. A sense of stability came from his firm chest.

Holding her tightly, Jung-hyuk spoke in a gentle voice.

“Get some sleep. If I’m here, you won’t have nightmares.”

“Why? Because you’re far worse than any nightmare?”

Looking down at Seo-yeon, who let out a weak laugh, he shrugged and added:

“Call it tit for tat.”

Thump, thump. The rhythmic sound of his heartbeat comforted Seo-yeon like a lullaby.

A childish thought crossed her mind: if she fell asleep now, Shin Jung-hyuk might really keep the nightmares away. After all, he was a far more terrible man than any nightmare.

Even the sound of the wind through the half-open window felt peaceful. Seo-yeon found it hard to believe she was being comforted by Shin Jung-hyuk, her damn ex-boyfriend, but feeling his warm body heat, she decided the contradiction didn’t matter.

She wished her conscience would stop nagging her, that her rationality would be paralyzed so she couldn’t judge the right or wrong of the situation. She wanted to forget that her relationship with Jung-hyuk was a contract with a predetermined end. The momentary silence was broken by Jung-hyuk’s dry voice.

“Han Seo-yeon, if you like me, say you like me.”

“I don’t like you.”

“Then, if you like me, say you don’t like me.”

“…I don’t like you.”

Embarrassed by her own confession, Seo-yeon tightly wrapped her arms around Jung-hyuk’s neck. Her warm breath fell on his nape. Blood rushed to Jung-hyuk’s core, and Seo-yeon, meeting his eyes, parted her lips. Jung-hyuk growled in a low voice, as if warning her.

“You shouldn’t make that face right now, Han Seo-yeon.”

“Why not?”

Instead of answering, Jung-hyuk pressed his lips to hers. The soft membrane of his tongue touched hers, revealing the threshold of pleasure. Boundless ecstasy swayed with the slippery membrane. After a brief kiss, Jung-hyuk touched her nipple, as if seeking permission, and met her gaze.

Seo-yeon responded by slowly closing her eyes. Jung-hyuk completely removed her t-shirt and laid her down on the bed.

“Haah, haah...”

Her eyes half-open, as if she were dreaming, Seo-yeon eagerly followed Jung-hyuk’s movements. Her hand unbuttoning Jung-hyuk’s shirt was her complete consent.

“You started this, Han Seo-yeon. I can’t help it even if you think I’m being unfair.”

Jung-hyuk nibbled on Seo-yeon’s earlobe with his tongue and removed her panties. The moment his long fingers pried into Seo-yeon’s opening, her back arched upwards. Jung-hyuk seized the moment, embracing her waist and bringing his hardened, swollen manhood to her entrance.

He let go of his reason like a starving beast. The slickly flowing fluids smeared on his glans. Jung-hyuk lifted Seo-yeon’s legs over his shoulders and thrust into her narrow opening. A thin moan escaped Seo-yeon’s lips in a high octave.

“Ah-hot, haah... ha.”

Jung-hyuk moved his hips back and forth, pressing Seo-yeon’s flat abdomen with his hand. With each reciprocating motion of his manhood, he felt the piercing movement beneath Seo-yeon’s abdomen.

Jung-hyuk was seized by a desire to show Seo-yeon this spectacle as well, but he regretfully clicked his tongue, thinking that she might faint from embarrassment.

“Ah, don’t move yet. Haah...”

“It’s okay, I’ll take it slow. I’m better at this than you.”

Seo-yeon pushed against Jung-hyuk’s toned abdomen with her palms, asking for time to calm down, but she was ignored. Jung-hyuk pressed her clit with his fingers, which was slick with moisture, and pried her opening even wider.

“Han Seo-yeon, I told you you need to get used to this size.”

Seo-yeon’s moans scattered over the obscene sound of wet friction. Jung-hyuk gripped Seo-yeon’s buttocks tightly and sped up his piston-like movements. Seo-yeon’s round breasts shook helplessly, and her cheeks were flushed with a rosy blush.

Jung-hyuk placed his hands deep into her waist and lowered her onto him. Surprised by the sensation of plunging deep inside her, Seo-yeon, who had suddenly been lifted onto Jung-hyuk, raised her upper body slightly.

“That’s right, that’s how you do it. Go up and slowly sit back down.”

Jung-hyuk spoke in a gentle voice, like teaching a child, and pressed Seo-yeon’s waist down with force. Seo-yeon’s body trembled like a fish caught on a harpoon.

“Heeut, it’s too deep.”

“You have to get used to this size.”

Jung-hyuk held onto Seo-yeon’s waist and added momentum so she could move up and down. He repeatedly lifted and lowered Seo-yeon’s slender body, helping her adjust. He firmly held her in place, straightening her up each time she convulsed and lost her balance.

“Put strength in your waist, good. You did well. Try moving like that.”

Seo-yeon, who had been frowning painfully, soon found the rhythm, supporting herself with her palms on Jung-hyuk’s broad chest, and moved her waist on her own. He wanted to praise her as a top student, but Jung-hyuk missed the timing due to the rush of pleasure.

Thinking that he couldn’t ejaculate like this, Jung-hyuk lifted Seo-yeon and lowered her off the bed. Before she had time to be flustered by the sudden change, Jung-hyuk turned Seo-yeon around, and she instinctively took a position, gripping the bed sheet with her hands. She was so overwhelmed by the pleasure Jung-hyuk was giving her that she forgot about embarrassment and shame.

Seo-yeon found it difficult to breathe with her rapid breaths, but soon accepted Jung-hyuk’s manhood again with a “heeut” and a moan.

Could pleasure etched into the bones be described? Jung-hyuk relentlessly drove into Seo-yeon’s vaginal walls, as if trying to brand himself there.

“Haah, it’s too deep... Shin Jung-hyuk.”

“So you don’t like it?”

Seo-yeon was breathless from the pounding pressure. There was no sign of consideration in his intense movements. The heat inside her grew hotter and hotter, unable to be released. Waves of pleasure poured over her, threatening to burn her to ashes. She struggled to open her mouth.

“Haah, haah... I don’t like it.”

“Really? Then if you like it, tell me you don’t like it.”

“Heeut, I... don’t like it.”

Seo-yeon’s vaginal walls were now contracting and relaxing rhythmically in time with Jung-hyuk’s movements. She also instinctively lifted her buttocks and lowered her waist, creating the position of deepest pleasure.

Seo-yeon soon shook violently, writhing in ecstasy.