Chapter 9 – Long Life (Part 2)

Dowook led Junhee to the bathroom. He casually and skillfully took off her clothes.

They washed their bodies together in the small bathroom without a bathtub. Dowook’s hands moved smoothly over her body with soap bubbles, making her feel good.

Around that time, the yellow light bulb on the bathroom ceiling started flickering. They had s*x under the flickering light.

Her back touched the cold wall. Dowook came in as he held her spread legs. She rubbed her forehead against his chest in distress. Trapped between him and the wall, she clung to his shoulders to keep from collapsing.

As the light flickered on and off, his expression that appeared and disappeared was suggestive. The sound of his p*nis thrusting in and out echoed. The droplets of water that formed under his chin and ran down his chest line were ambiguous, whether they were sweat or water.

While panting and taking in the sight, she heard someone calling her from beyond the yard gate.

‘Junhee, are you here Junhee?’

The barking of a dog accompanied the familiar voice of an old lady.

‘Your grandma called and asked me to bring you some side dishes.’

A very small window above Junhee’s head, which overlooked the yard, was open. The old lady’s voice came through that window.

‘She said all your side dishes must be gone by now and she doesn’t know what you’re eating. No matter how annoying it is, you should answer your grandma’s calls and eat properly. Junhee, are you really not here? Where did the kid go? She should be home.’

The sound of the old lady dragging her rubber shoes across the floor and placing the side dish containers on the porch.

Junhee held her breath. The sound of water droplets falling from the faucet felt unusually loud. The flickering ceiling light was also bothersome. If they noticed the small window from outside and sensed the flickering light, and if they became suspicious of the bathroom and decided to come in…

She shrank and cautiously observed the outside.

‘See.’

Flicker, flicker. His voice was icy.

‘I told you to lock it.’

The kindness was gone. She looked up at him.

Flicker, his eerie face came into view. Flicker, in the darkness, he bit Junhee’s neck. Flicker, as she glanced down, she saw his fierce gaze biting her neck. Flicker, he turned her around and made her face the wall. Flicker, now all she could see were the white tiles on the wall.

‘What if the person who came in was a man?’

He thrust his p*nis in from behind. Junhee barely stifled a moan. The old lady sat on the porch and called her grandmother. She sounded annoyed, as if there was no answer. Then she seemed to be inspecting the inside of the house.

“Huh? What would you do then?”

Ah, ah, ooh, mmph. His p*nis scraped her inner walls without care. The intensity increased, and the speed quickened. His breath falling on her ear grew heavier.

‘Should I just show them? Let them hear everything? Should I keep thrusting without caring if some unknown bastard comes in, sees this, and gets hard? Would you like that?’

His words were filled with anger. The gentle man who accepted all of Junhee’s tears and complaints was gone. Junhee knew this was his true nature.

The old lady, after placing the side dish containers down, wondered about the state of the house one more time before eventually heading across the yard toward the gate.

During that time, he thrust deeply and slowly, in and out of her inner walls. Huff. Junhee desperately held her breath. Every time she heard the old lady’s footsteps pause, her heart sank. Only when the old lady’s voice was completely out of earshot did she exhale deeply.

Dowook snarled into Junhee’s ear.

From now on, always lock the gate. Don’t leave the place where you eat, sleep, and wash open for anyone to come and go as they please. Do you want to show this to anyone? You can’t even properly stifle your moans; what if some h*rny bastard hears and comes in?

He taught her like a kind teacher while thrusting his p*nis in like a brute. She couldn’t suppress her screams. Feeling too wronged, she tried to explain between her moans.

‘There are, haah, no such people, in this neighborhood. At most, old ladies, old men… sometimes delivery men, postal workers….’

‘Aren’t those guys men?’

His breath was harsh. The movements of his penetrating p*nis were beast-like. Her explanation seemed to provoke him even more. The relentless thrusting became intense. Mm, mm, ah, mm…! She screamed.

In the end, she couldn’t hold out. As her body slid down the wet wall, Dowook grabbed her from behind. He gripped her waist and thrust his p*nis in hard and fast.

Underneath him, Junhee had to scream in a mixture of moans for a long time. The wet sounds echoed endlessly in the small bathroom. Her inner walls trembled. They sucked in his p*nis intensely. Junhee couldn’t control herself either.

It was strange that she didn’t dislike the s*x. She wondered how lewd she must look, bouncing on him with their lower bodies connected, and what expression he had while watching. Having done all sorts of filthy s*x with him for eight years, she must have become a pervert too.

When it was all over, she panted, resting her tired forehead against the bathroom wall. Dowook, who had overlapped his body with hers from behind, held her hand. He kissed the back of her hand tenderly, as if handling something precious, and Junhee bit her lips weakly.

‘I love you.’

Dowook said. Junhee only breathed heavily. It was such an obvious thing to her that she didn’t feel the need to respond.

‘I said I love you.’

Yeah, I know… 

She thought to herself. There were always severe aftereffects after having s*x with Dowook. She just wanted to close her eyes and fall asleep, feeling tired and annoyed.

‘Junhee.’

As she closed her eyes, Dowook called her gently from behind.

‘You have to say you love me too.’

A voice tinged with a gloomy aura.

‘Say it.’

Dowook pulled her limp arm and wrapped it around his neck.

‘Say it.’

He rubbed and pressed his body against hers softly. His body was still hot. The thing between his legs was already hard again, pressing against her b*ttocks. A strange heat began to rise in her body. 

Ah, this can’t be. This shouldn’t be happening.

‘Say you love me.’

Despite the s*x being so harsh and intense, he was acting so pitifully and tenderly now. But she knew if she didn’t cater to Choi Dowook’s mood at times like this, he would torment her for a long time.

‘Yeah, I love you too… ‘

She said obediently, turning her head to the side. She lay down, meeting his eyes diagonally. Dowook smiled contentedly, still kissing the back of her hand.

She hated and resented the mischievous and fierce Dowook during s*x. At that moment, Junhee also smiled. The light continued to flicker, intermittently illuminating them.

After such intense s*x, they took a nap and woke up hungry. They had cried a lot and had a lot of s*x. Sitting in front of the table Dowook had set, she accepted the food he offered. Of course, since Choi Dowook was terrible at cooking, it wasn’t food he made.

He had ordered quick delivery from the city, choosing only the dishes Junhee liked. While eating the food, they chatted about their recent activities. In the evening, he said he would change the bathroom light bulb. He suggested they take a walk around the neighborhood tomorrow, visit her father’s grave in Nonsan the day after, and tour the city center of Nonsan the day after that.

Listening to those mundane words while chewing food, she quickly felt full. Her previously flat stomach became rounded. Normally, Junhee had a small appetite, but she often overate when accepting food from Dowook.

Looking down at her unusually full stomach, Junhee suddenly felt that all the stories she had tearfully poured out to Dowook were trivial.

People gossiping about her, Song Yeong-joo still hating her, not being recognized by Choi Pil-jae, failing exams, fighting with her grandmother, her father dying, breaking up with Dowook and then meeting him again like this.

These were things anyone could experience and could happen again at any time, yet she had suffered too much. She had Dowook by her side, her grandmother, and many days still ahead of her. She wondered why she felt so sorrowful and wronged.

Even if people hated her, even if she failed exams, even if her father died, life went on. She could still eat delicious food, enjoy a nice bath, take naps, and laugh.

She felt embarrassed again. She deeply regretted the time she had spent feeling powerless and aimless. Her father wouldn’t have wanted her to be like that.

‘Nonsan’s pride, Woo Junhee. Woo Donggu’s daughter, Woo Junhee.’

She recalled the phrase her father used to chant like a song. His warm smile and lighthearted, optimistic jokes.

She always tried not to think about it because it made her heart ache. But she kept thinking about it, and every time she did, it hurt so much that she wanted to ask.

Did you know you would leave my side so soon, Dad?

Would you have smiled at me like that even if you knew? Even if you knew that smile would make me this sad, would you still have smiled? You loved me so much. There were times when you scolded me, and I felt hurt and hated you, but I can’t remember those times at all. There were so many good times that it just makes my heart ache.

I’m hurting so much, where are you, Dad? You should come running to comfort me. Hold me. Don’t just smile in my imagination; come and hold me. Even if you knew I would hurt like this, would you have smiled like that? Answer me.

Although she asked, she already knew the answer. Tears flowed down her cheeks. She lifted her head in confusion. Through her blurry vision, she saw Dowook.

Ah, she didn’t want to show him her pathetic side anymore. Just as she was about to lower her head again, Dowook came over and licked her tears. He didn’t ask why, he just licked them away.

Dowook’s tongue was wet and hot. Feeling that heat, Junhee closed her eyes. Tears continued to flow, but a new determination rose within her. She knew that nothing would change if she remained exhausted and fearful.