‘Ah, I should wash up…’
I glanced briefly at the bathroom, but ultimately turned my head and weakly crawled under the blanket.
The truth was, that’s why I had left Taewhan’s house like that.
I knew I should wash, but I didn’t want to.
It wasn’t because it was bothersome or difficult, but because I wanted to keep the traces of yesterday on my body for a little longer.
My belly was full of semen, and I wasn’t sure if it was okay to leave it like this, but even if it was harmful, I wanted to hold it a little longer.
Since I was an S-class body, after all, I’d be strong, so maybe it was okay to be a little greedy.
The thought process abruptly stopped after thinking, ‘It’s a good thing I’m S-class.’
‘If I weren’t S-class…’
It had been a truly intense night.
No, it might not have been just a ‘night.’ I couldn’t even guess how many hours or how long we did it.
In the beginning, I counted the number of times Taewhan came inside me, but my memory became hazy after it surpassed one hand.
Until I lost consciousness, we were constantly joined below, and our bodies shook in all sorts of positions.
Every time that long, thick object plunged inside, my body twisted and convulsed countless times from the overwhelming pleasure.
An ordinary Awakener, a normal person, wouldn’t have been able to walk out of the house so normally.
I would probably have been bedridden.
From full-body muscle soreness, and perhaps even a fever, I would have had to spend not just one or two days, but a whole week stuck in bed.
If that had happened, Taewhan would have taken meticulous care of me.
He would have wiped my body, made porridge and fed it to me, massaged my arms and legs, talked to me so I wouldn’t be bored, smiled at me, and stroked my head…
‘…Even so, the outcome wouldn’t be different.’
There was no way I could resolve my feelings for Taewhan while continuing to live in the same house with him.
Taewhan was too handsome, too cool, too gentle…
I was captivated by every single aspect of him.
My feelings had grown without my realizing it over a very long time, filling my chest completely.
Just as I had raised my erection a few times, hoping Taewhan would touch me again after lending his hand during my first erection, my body would soon become restless, wanting sex again.
If the gentle Taewhan suppressed his own feelings and took me again… it could lead to a disastrous, improper relationship.
We truly had to keep the line of ‘friends’ now.
Ending our cohabitation and moving out as soon as possible was the best thing for both Taewhan and me.
This was the correct answer. The only one. And the best one.
“The correct answer…”
I buried my head, holding my breath.
I tried to empty my mind and think of absolutely nothing.
Otherwise, I might be crushed by severe depression at a moment’s notice.
I resolved to think nothing at all.
- Drrrrr.
A faint sound broke the quiet peace of my mind.
The moment I heard the phone vibrating, I was certain it was Taewhan.
I didn’t want to move at all, but against my will, my body automatically reached out and turned on the phone.
As expected, it was Taewhan.
My intuition about him was correct.
[MyFriendTaewhan: Where are you?]
Instead of replying to his question, I sent him my location using the method Cha Taeyang had taught me previously.
Taewhan’s reply was quick.
[MyFriendTaewhan: Why didn’t you go to your family home?]
[Me: Just]
[Me: I want to be alone]
Even after checking my reply, Taewhan was silent for a while.
Taewhan knew this was my first time in a motel, so he might worry needlessly again and come looking for me.
Therefore, I had to be firm on my side.
That I could be alone.
That I would be fine without him.
[Me: I’m fine. I’ll go to my family home tomorrow.]
[Me: I’m lying down. Going to sleep. I’m tired.]
[Me: Good night.]
This was the fastest I had ever typed in my life.
I was proud that I hadn’t made a single typo.
Not long after, a reply came from Taewhan.
[MyFriendTaewhan: Okay]
[MyFriendTaewhan: Sleep well]
[MyFriendTaewhan: Have good dreams.]
I wrote the message ‘Yes, you have good dreams too’ but didn’t send it.
If I sent this, Taewhan would reply again, and if I replied, he would reply again, and we might end up staying up all night.
Instead, I stared blankly at the screen. I reread each of the messages Taewhan sent, as if engraving them into my memory.
Although both Taewhan and I were generally subdued, looking only at the messages, there didn’t seem to be a huge difference from usual.
At least, it didn’t look like an exchange between people who had sex yesterday and ended their cohabitation.
However… the voice continuously muttering ‘I’m sorry’ was still ringing in my ears.
“…He didn’t do it against his will, did he?”
Sex, that’s not something that can be done against one’s will.
We weren’t animals in heat, nor were we drunk or on drugs, and our act didn’t even end after just one time.
We did it multiple times, for almost a full day; it definitely wasn’t a ‘mistake.’
Furthermore, I often had periods of lethargy from the ‘sage time’ that followed ejaculation, and every time, it was Taewhan who ‘made me want to do it’ again.
If I remember correctly, Taewhan was fully erect until I lost consciousness.
If he had been forced to do it because of me, I didn’t think it would have been possible to sustain it like that.
So… Taewhan must have had feelings for me, too.
His eyes, his expression, his gestures when we had sex.
I didn’t think all those actions were solely driven by the pursuit of pleasure.
He also loved me, in a sexual way.
However… he just loved ‘childhood friend Jaehee’ more.
“Ugh…”
I bit my lip at the emotions surging up again.
I wanted to call Taewhan. I wanted to hear his voice.
I wanted to talk to him.
But if I did that, I might genuinely ruin myself.
I would probably grovel shamelessly, without any pride, asking if he could reconsider, saying I would do better, and if he had even a little bit of feeling, couldn’t he give me a chance?
I would make Taewhan uncomfortable.
To prevent such a mishap, I decided to put my phone far away from me.
‘Let’s sleep and wake up. Time heals all wounds.’
If there are cases of friends becoming lovers, there must be cases of the opposite, too.
Besides, we hadn’t even become lovers; we had just mingled our bodies.
Having lived in a hospital for a long time and knowing little about sex after entering the world, I just experienced a belated puberty.
I could consider it a brief deviation and go back to being friends.
Of course, we wouldn’t be able to go back to before this happened.
We wouldn’t be able to completely return to the ‘special friends’ we were before.
Especially since that ‘special friend’ relationship might have already included a sexual element without us realizing it.
But that didn’t mean our relationship was completely over.
We were friends long before such feelings sprouted.
Because we were so precious to each other, we would be able to overcome this, too.
Perhaps this incident could be an opportunity to forge a new, stronger, non-sexual friendship.
A day would come when we would laughingly joke about it, saying, “Remember that time? When something happened to us for a while?”
Or we would simply forget it completely, overshadowed by cooler memories.
‘Let’s forget quickly.’
I hugged the pillow tightly and buried my face in it.
To sort out my feelings and forget the moments of ecstasy, I decided to cry a little today.
I would let all the love, resentment, and sense of loss flow away with my tears.
That way, I could face Taewhan with dignity one day sooner.
- Ting-a-ling.
With the cheerful sound of the door, Cha Taeyang stepped into the opulent bar.
As a man in his mid-twenties, he prided himself on having accumulated a fair amount of experience as one of the few A-class Hunters in Korea, even though his professional career wasn’t very long.
Yet, this was the first time he had ever been to a place like this.
He heard it was a members-only bar that only those in the know frequented.
Was this the right place?
He hesitated for a moment at the unfamiliar setting, but a server immediately approached him.
With a somewhat troubled expression.
“I apologize, customer, but we are closed for the day.”
It was obvious that a huge man was sitting in the center of the bar, openly drinking, so for them to say they were closed was absurd.
Taeyang scoffed, but he generally understood the intention behind the words and the situation.
Cha Taeyang pointed a finger at the man inside.
“That jerk called me.”
At that, the bar’s sole customer reacted.
Without turning his head, he slowly raised his hand.
Only then did the server gasp, “Ah,” and open the door leading inside.
Cha Taeyang strode in, approached the ‘customer’ who had called him, and lightly nudged his chair with his foot.
