Chapter 118 - Chapter 115: Episode 113 - Another Nightmare
Bianca hovered over Seon-ah as he lay on the sofa, her nerves frayed. She was terrified they might realize she'd just been indulging in his cock moments before.
When Miel asked her to wake him, she buried those feelings and began shaking him.
She prodded and shook him, but his complexion remained deathly pale, showing no signs of life.
Seon-ah had always managed to wake up, no matter how brutal his nightmares were, but this felt different.
Seeing him remain unresponsive, as if he'd fainted, the two women began to realize something was terribly wrong.
They tried to probe his mind, but it was impossible; his psyche was tangled like a ball of yarn.
Defense mechanisms, sharp as thorns, jutted out from within his mind to block them.
His inner world had become a sealed chamber, impenetrable even to a succubus accustomed to navigating the human psyche.
It was clear his mind had reached its breaking point.
Perhaps because the nightmare was intensifying, his face was deeply furrowed, looking worse by the second.
Miel held his hand, praying for his safety.
"Please... Seon-ah... sob... please..."
Watching her, Bianca could only hope her own actions wouldn't be discovered.
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Seon-ah felt the nightmare beginning once again.
But this time, the scenery was different.
The furniture was arranged in a way he didn't recognize.
And so was the woman tormenting him.
He was lying on a bed, just like before, but when he saw the face of his tormentor, he was struck with shock.
It was Miel-noona, who had always treated him with such warmth and kindness.
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The dream dragged on for an eternity.
It was terrifying how persistent she was, just as relentless as that woman, Yu-rin.
Sometimes, he would call Miel-noona 'Mom,' other times 'Noona,' as if he'd lost his mind.
Watching Miel-noona grind her hips above him until his eyes went blank, forcing herself on him despite his pleas, he couldn't help but think of what Bianca-noona had done to him just before he fell asleep.
"Huu... huu..."
Even in the dream, his heart hammered against his ribs.
'Miel-noona would never do this to me... It's a dream... Just a dream...'
But then he remembered what Bianca-noona—someone he'd trusted implicitly—had done, and his heart sank. The terrifying possibility that this wasn't a dream at all began to take root.
The dream grew increasingly vicious.
She violated him with even more violence after tricking him by pretending to be his mother, then snapped out of her hypnotic state and ignored his desperate screams for her to stop.
'Hypnosis?... Violating?...'
Unlike before, his memories were trickling back.
His vocabulary was expanding, and the words were finally clicking into place.
'To think that what I dismissed as just a "bad thing" was actually being violated...'
It was a horrific realization, but as Miel-noona's actions continued, his suspicion turned into cold, hard certainty.
As the dream reached its climax, even Yu-rin appeared, and they began taking turns violating him.
'It... it wasn't just a dream... this is...'
Seon-ah finally realized the truth.
This wasn't a nightmare. It wasn't a dream.
He was reliving what had actually happened to him.
'How could you... after doing such things to me... you deceived me...'
Overcome with a crushing sense of betrayal toward Miel-noona—no, toward Miel—Seon-ah struggled to wake up.
He screamed at himself to wake up, to get out.
But he couldn't budge.
In the end, Miel and Yu-rin vanished, replaced by the succubus sisters and the council's soldiers, all taking turns gang-raping him.
And then, his mother—the one he'd trusted most.
No, it was the memory of Sophia violating him just before he lost consciousness.
He remembered everything: the moment she forced him to thrust from behind while his cock was still buried in Miel's hole.
Seon-ah screamed as the truths he'd tried so hard to bury came flooding back.
After screaming internally for what felt like an eternity, perhaps his desperation finally broke through, or perhaps the nightmare had simply run its course.
Seon-ah woke up from the nightmare.
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When he opened his eyes, Miel, Bianca, and Sophia were all staring at him.
"Seon-ah... I'm glad you're safe... Are you okay?"
Miel spoke to him for the first time, reaching out to stroke his face.
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"Don't... touch me!"
Her hand was swatted away.
A furious voice echoed through the living room.
Miel recoiled, staring in disbelief at the person who had pushed her away.
It was Seon-ah, right in front of her.
His face was twisted in rage, tears threatening to spill over.
Seeing that expression—one they had never seen before—they knew he had regained his memories and understood the full weight of what he had been forced to endure.
"Sophia... Bianca... you're all the same... You even brought me to my own house. What do you want now? Violating my body, violating my mind... and now you're going to violate my memories too, right?"
Seon-ah shouted, his voice raw with rage.
The three women were left speechless.
They had no defense; they were all guilty.
He continued, his voice projecting so everyone in the room would hear.
"I can't take it anymore... I'm sick of it... I won't be dragged around like a puppet anymore..."
Seon-ah struggled to his feet, his body staggering.
He locked eyes with Sophia, his gaze burning.
"Sophia... I trusted you the most. But... you're just the same as the rest of them."
Hearing those words, Sophia felt as if her insides were being torn out.
She wanted to deny it, but she knew no excuse would suffice.
"I... I'm sorry... I was wrong... Please... Seon-ah... I won't do it again... I'm sorry, please..."
Sophia begged, desperate, because she knew exactly what he was about to say.
Miel and Bianca seemed to know as well.
"It's over... all of it. I don't want to talk to you anymore... I don't even want to look at you. Get out of my sight... No... I'll leave myself..."
They had never seen him this angry.
They had only ever known him as someone who begged, and the shock of seeing him like this left them paralyzed.
It was a situation they had never imagined—the roles were reversed, and now they were the ones clinging to him.
Seon-ah stumbled toward the front door and forced it open, his body barely under his control.
The shock was so profound that none of them could even stand up.
In the midst of the silence, Bianca felt a flicker of relief.
At least he hadn't discovered what she'd done to him in the bathroom earlier.
She watched his back as he walked away.
A strange cocktail of regret and relief washed over her.
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Seon-ah stepped out and looked back at the house—the home where he'd lived until he was twenty.
He wanted to reclaim his mother's body from Sophia, but in the heat of his rage, he couldn't take back the words he'd already spoken.
With nothing left—no parents, no home, no lover—Seon-ah began to walk.
He only wanted to see his daughter, Yena, whom he'd sent beyond the gate.
He headed toward Yu-ra's house, where he presumed she was.
Years had passed, but the massive buildings remained unchanged.
He had no money, so he had no choice but to walk.
He wandered aimlessly, using his recovery ability whenever he grew tired to restore his lungs and soothe his overheated muscles, just to take another step.
As he walked, his pent-up resentment finally burst.
Along with the relief of being liberated from those hellish women, he was struck by the hollow realization that Yena was all he had left in the world.
It hadn't been long since he'd recovered his body, but strangely, his steps were growing heavy.
Strangely...
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Back at the house, the three women remained frozen in shock, long after Seon-ah had departed.
Sophia couldn't even bring herself to close the front door.
She could guess where he had gone.
With his ties to Earth almost entirely severed, there was only one person left for him.
It was obvious he was heading to Yena.
But she lacked the courage to follow him.
She had intended to watch over him from afar once he came to his senses, and that resolve hadn't wavered.
She accepted that if he never wanted to see her again, so be it.
She felt, truly, that this was the end.
Until that day arrived...