Chapter 150 - Chapter 147: Episode 145 - Happy Sun-ah
I remembered the moment I first met Sophia.
Even though I didn't know her name back then, I could feel her gaze lingering on me, almost as if she were licking my skin.
I still vividly remember the way I shuddered at the raw greed in her eyes when she stared at my neck—a neck already marred by the red, bruised handprints left behind by the Council's soldiers and their interrogator.
After that, she would stare at my throat constantly, even licking her lips while watching it during our time in bed.
One day, while I was unconscious, I felt her hands gently caressing that same spot.
In that trembling touch, I felt like I could understand the dilemma she was struggling with.
The very next day, I had a special gift ready for her.
Perhaps because she appreciated the gift I'd prepared for someone with such a fixation on necks, she thrust her hips more intensely than usual and squeezed my throat.
It was a touch that pressed just hard enough to be possessive, without actually cutting off my air.
But now, she seemed so incredibly aroused that she didn't hold back at all, pressing down with real force.
I'd sensed it the moment her behavior shifted, but it was clear Sophia had reached her limit.
It seemed the long separation had been the problem.
Although I had grown to hate sex after that first time with Yu-rin, once I learned to reinforce my body with magic, I was able to fully embrace the pleasure.
That was why, from the day Sophia and I first shared our bodies after leaving my parents' house, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. We explored every inch of one another whenever we were together.
Once my body was capable of enduring her desire, I no longer hated giving myself to her.
As if she knew that, Sophia began to ravish me roughly. She explored me without a shred of hesitation, and the time I spent accepting her in bed soon eclipsed the time I spent on my feet.
Even while washing up, if our eyes met, we'd start exploring each other again. If we caught the scent of the same shampoo and body wash on each other's skin, we'd end up back in bed, overcome with arousal.
Like a beast—no, with a hunger even greater than a beast—I shared my body with her at all hours.
I was sometimes surprised by how much more proactive she was compared to our time in the Demon World, but when I considered how long she'd been holding back, it made sense.
That was why I met her needs so eagerly whenever she wanted.
Even for acts I was seeing for the first time—like her lifting my legs, lowering herself to swallow my cock, and using her arm strength to drive it deeper, or when she demanded I lick up her flowing juices, or when she pressed her breasts against me until I drank every drop of the milk that leaked out...
Even the strange positions I'd never seen before...
Thinking that these were the things she wanted to do with me, I went along with everything for her sake.
The promise to go see Aunt Yu-ra was already a distant memory.
For a month, we did nothing but lick each other's flesh and explore our bodies.
Just like beasts.
The heart that had been holding back for so long was gradually stained with guilt.
And ever since I shared my body with Seon-ah, that guilt was painted over with a sense of immorality, and I began to fill even the core of that guilt with the stain of sin.
Guilt that grew weaker as time passed.
Once the sense of immorality surpassed the guilt, I—who had always been Hyeon-tae, with a weak body and a fragile stomach—began to unleash every act I couldn't previously accept onto Seon-ah's body.
I would press the fluids my body spat out against Seon-ah's mouth, telling him to suck it all up, using my own son like a toy.
After giving birth to Yena, I would feed him the milk flowing from my breasts, recalling the image of Seon-ah nursing when he was a child, comparing it to his current, submissive state.
To insert my genitals deeper and squeeze everything out, I re-enacted the positions I had only ever imagined onto his body.
However, all of this was Seon-ah's fault.
The fact that Seon-ah, whom I raised with my own hands, had rolled that body around so recklessly and offered it to the 'real Sophia.'
From the moment he offered his own neck for me to choke, the pure Seon-ah of the past was erased from my mind.
What was in front of me was nothing more than a male with a lewdness greater than any prostitute.
As proof, after we finished, Seon-ah would lie there with his eyes rolled back, a satisfied smile on his lips.
Every time I saw that smile, the image of Seon-ah's childhood vanished, and the image of him as the seductive male he was now became clearer.
Even now, as I recall that smile, fluids began to flow from my lower body again.
My body started craving Seon-ah again.
Although he had fainted from our last session just a moment ago, it was obvious he would accept me whenever I said I wanted to go again.
No matter how much I pushed him past his limits, Seon-ah always accepted it joyfully.
In just a month, we must have shared our bodies hundreds of times.
There was absolutely no way such a Seon-ah would refuse.
'My Seon-ah' had now become 'Seon-ah for me.'
To explore that body once more, I headed to the master bedroom, where Seon-ah would be trembling in his faint.
Yu-ra was in a miserable state of mind.
It had been 45 days since Seon-ah went missing.
And Yena, who had set out to find him, had also disappeared about a month ago.
Furthermore, hearing the news that Yu-rin—whom she'd kicked out the day Seon-ah returned—hadn't gone to her husband, Yu-ra felt only one thing.
Everyone had left her side.
This empty house was a testament to that fact.
The cigarettes she smoked occasionally had already exceeded two packs a day.
The number of bottles she drank whenever things got truly difficult kept increasing.
The western liquor she'd kept for gifting to guests during her Hwaryong Guild days had been a nuisance after she resigned.
However, she never imagined it would be so useful now.
When the cold air swirling in this empty house dug into her heart, nothing was as effective as the intoxication that made her whole body burn.
After thinking about that for a moment, sorrow suddenly welled up.
An immense sense of helplessness dominated her, but she kept telling herself she shouldn't be this weak.
However.
She couldn't find a way to get Seon-ah back.
She didn't know where Yena had gone.
The whereabouts of Yu-rin, whom she'd kicked out, were unknown.
The warm glow and happiness that had once been in her hands felt like a lie, covered over by this empty space.
"Ah... Aaaah...."
Her vision began to blur.
She couldn't stop the tears.
There was no strength left in her body as she slumped against the sofa.
She felt as if helplessness was consuming everything.
Yu-ra didn't want to do anything anymore.
Then, she heard something—perhaps an auditory hallucination.
The sound of someone pressing her doorbell.
"Seon-ah?... Yena?... Or... Yu-rin..?"
Her words were slurred from the alcohol, but Yu-ra, desperate, pressed the intercom button to unlock the front door and ran out to see who it was.
She feared that if she spoke through the intercom, they might leave as soon as they heard her voice.
Pessimistic that everyone had left because of her own mistakes, she rushed outside.
What stood before her wasn't one of the two people she was hoping to see.
But the one she had kicked out with her own hands was standing right there.
Watching that sight, Yu-ra called out a name.
"Yu-rin-ah..."
Her daughter, Yu-rin, stood at the entrance in a pitiful state.
However, unlike her dust-covered body, Yu-rin's face looked as if she were prepared for something.
There was no sign of the drooping eyes that usually followed drug use.
In her eyes, there was a clear, resolute determination.
"Mom... I know now... what happened to Seon-ah..."
Her daughter had appeared suddenly and thrown an unexpected remark at her, but when the name Seon-ah came out of her mouth, Yu-ra couldn't dismiss it as nonsense.
It felt as if the intoxication that had been clouding her mind had completely vanished.
Because this might be her only opportunity to find Seon-ah, Yu-ra's attitude toward Yu-rin became cautious.
"Come in for now... Let's hear what you have to say..."
Seeing the daughter she had kicked out return on her own, Yu-ra was filled with expectation.
She needed to know what had happened to Seon-ah.
She needed to know if she could find Yena, who had set out to find her father, and everything else.