Episode 22

Instead of entering the coffee shop right away, I took time to brush off the dust from my clothes. I pulled my hair into a tight bun, then took my phone from my pocket and put it in my purse.

I attempted to relax, took a long breath, and finally pushed open the coffee shop door.

Despite my attempts, my heart was racing and my hands trembled. I surveyed the crowd for somebody I could remember from his house, even though we had never met in person.

I wished I had arrived sooner, but as soon as I stepped through the door, I saw his mother. She raised her eyes as I approached.

“Hi….” I greeted them as I bowed, and she beckoned for me to take a seat. His mother urged me when I hesitated, unsure whether to sit.

“Sit down,” she urged, taking a seat across from me, her face similar to him but sharper. Despite continuously urging myself not to allow anything she said to harm me, I remained apprehensive.

“I ordered first, is that okay?” I inquired, my gaze drawn to the scalding hot coffee on the table, which was releasing white wisps of smoke.

“Yeah. I’m fine,” she said, reaching for the mug with her calloused hands, which were still warm from being outside. My gaze was fixated on his mother as she placed her cup on the table after taking a sip and swallowing.

 There was a determined strength in her eyes as they scrutinized every detail of her face.

“I asked to see you because I wanted to ask you something,” she began.

“Go ahead,” I replied.

I let go of my coffee cup, and for a moment, my fingertips went numb, causing me to clutch my hand. When I realized his mother’s gaze was fixed on my hand, I quickly released it, but my palm was now moist with sweat.

“What’s your relationship with Se-hyuk?” she inquired.

“…Nothing,” I responded.

I kept a straight posture and responded calmly, which prompted his mother’s face to tighten slightly.

“I assume you have no intention of meeting with Si-hyuk, is that correct?” Her gaze was warmer than his sister’s, which provided some comfort. She hadn’t asked me to meet with her only to say something nasty.

“I’m not entirely sure,” I admitted truthfully.

“Se-hyuk is my son, but he can be difficult. He struggles to win a girl’s heart…”

“If you’re concerned about him…”

“No, I’m not. I’m not worried”

his mother chuckled, her brow furrowed at the corners.

“I do like you, Si-Yeon.”

“She’s…?”

My eyes widened, and my mouth fell open as I stared at his mother. I regained my composure and glanced back at his mother.

“Your mother approached me once and offered Si-hyuk money to leave. Naturally, he refused.”

I felt like a speck, shrinking further. I dropped my head helplessly “I’m sorry.”

I wondered what might be going through her mind. Despite the circumstances, his mother’s eyes remained warm. She seemed to like me. Why?

“The reason I’m here is to express my gratitude.”

“What?” I was puzzled, not comprehending what she meant.

I suddenly felt compelled to tie my hair back into a ponytail, as I had done before entering the coffee shop. I felt weird with my hands fidgeting and wanted to do anything to distract myself.

“Si-hyuk believes he went to study abroad because of an acquaintance, but in reality, he was sent there by your mother.”

My eyes widened, and I couldn’t think of anything to say.

“She approached me separately, not for financial assistance, but to connect me with someone she knows in the U.S. to improve Si-hyuk’s life.”

As I struggled to digest this information, I remained silent.

Why hadn’t she told me? I bit my lower lip hard, retaining animosity for her all this time, but I was at a loss for what to do.

“So, only your mother and I know about it, and of course, Si-hyuk is unaware,” she went on to say.

My silence remained, and I felt as if my tongue had turned to stone, impeding my ability to speak.

“It was your mother who rescued me from debt collectors.”

I stayed silent, unable to find the appropriate words to say.

“That’s when I realized that Si-hyuk had finally found you again when we met at his house.”

I struggled to catch my breath, feeling overwhelmed.

“Perhaps I deserved it,” she reflected, tears welling up in her eyes.

“When Si-hyuk went to America, he didn’t eat, didn’t sleep; he just worked tirelessly to make it in Korea. he worked like crazy, and it was terrifying.”

“How…” I started to question, but I couldn’t go on. My cheeks became pale as I bit my lip. His mother’s jaw trembled. I couldn’t bear looking at her as she offered me a handkerchief, so I hung my head and sobbed. She didn’t admonish me or order me to stop crying; she simply waited.

“My son, no matter what reason he gave, he would have found you Si-Yeon. I know better than anyone how much he missed you.”

My sobs became more audible, and I couldn’t stop them.

Our breakup felt unnecessary, and I couldn’t help but think that if I had been honest, it wouldn’t have been as terrible.

“Si-hyuk heard about what his sister did. I’m sorry, I feel like I’m largely to blame for raising her wrong, so I came to apologize.”

My handkerchief was now saturated with tears as I shook my head.

I had missed him terribly, and I could hear his regret in his voice when I canceled our date, despite the fact he had not expressly asked me why I canceled it.

He simply instructed me to call him once I was finished.

“Thank you, Ms. Si-yeon,” I expressed

“Merry Christmas. I’m truly grateful.”

I repeated my gratitude several times as she gently patted the back of my hand, which held the handkerchief, and offered a kind smile.

His mother rose from her seat first, apologizing for taking up my time on Christmas.

I stared at my coffee cup for an extended period, unable to get up even after his mother had left. The need to see him was so strong that it seemed like it was going to burst.

I yearned to see him now as if I could reach out and grab him while crying myself to sleep. I needed to speak with my mother about why she wasn’t telling me the truth, but first I needed to find him.

The melody of Christmas carols continued to flood the coffee shop. My phone rang inside my backpack when I finally decided to leave and look for him. I went back and checked the notification. He had purposefully not responded.

When I stepped outside, snow was falling, evoking images of a White Christmas. I was excited to visit him, but there were no taxis available. I started walking, craning my neck in the hopes of spotting a taxi, but one never appeared.

I finally got off the bus near my house and raced as quickly as I could till I ran out of air. I almost fell several times, but my desire to see him propelled me forward.

My ears and cheeks felt like they were about to freeze in the cold wind, but my eyes welled up with tears as I saw his house in the distance.

“Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry,” I kept telling myself as I approached his door. I rang the doorbell with a shaking hand. Even though my nose was running, I could hear his voice.

“Si-yeon?”

“Come out.”

“Hmm?”

“Come out.”

“Wait.”

I stood there, waiting for him to appear, blowing my breath to warm my frozen fingers. My lips were also numb from the cold, and I pressed them with my hand, but I couldn’t feel them.

“What’s going on?” His concerned voice greeted me as soon as he opened the door, and my nose twitched.

“You weren’t answering your phone, not responding to my texts, and I was worried… What’s wrong? Is something the matter?”

I wrapped my arms around his waist, forcing him to stutter in surprise.

“Merry Christmas!” I rubbed my cheek against his chest, trying to keep his hand away from my face. I didn’t want him to see my puffy eyes since it would make him even more worried.

“Si-yeon,” I gripped him even harder around the waist, rushing there without having to put on my coat.

Tears threatened to flow once more. He was dressed so shabbily, and yet he cared about me.

“Didn’t I tell you to bring a scarf and gloves? Your hands are like ice. What if you catch a cold?” he said, but I just stared up at him, beautiful white snow falling gently around him, creating a scene straight out of a movie.

“I came to see you.”

“…I missed you too.”

I held him tightly, looked into his eyes, and softly whispered.

“Do you like me that much?” He paused for a while before meeting my gaze, his eyes like his mother’s, a slight smile curving at the corners of his mouth.

“I do. I like you a lot, a lot more than you realize.”

I glanced at him as she told me about his life in the United States, where he had worked nonstop and barely slept. His constant gaze indicated that all he saw was me.

The depth of his love, a love I couldn’t fully fathom, caused my heart to sink. Instead of responding, I nodded in his arms.

“The date we missed today will be at home.”

“At home?”

“Yes. We’ll take a walk in the garden, watch a movie, and eat. I’ll cook.”

“Okay. Let’s do it.” His face lit up.

“Shall we go inside?” And then, suddenly, the mood shifted. His eyes widened with desire, and his mouth went dry.

“Yes.”

As soon as I answered, he grabbed my forearm and pulled me through the door.

My lips were plastered to his neck in a tight embrace before the door could close. The entire world is white as if it were a godsend.

We stood in the yard, oblivious to the cold, craving one other’s lips over and over.

His tongue rubbed across the roof of his mouth. In a ticklish embrace, I nuzzled his neck, and he wrapped his tongue around mine in an anxious clasp.

He s*cked my tongue into his mouth, s*cking so hard that my jaw fell, and for a long time, we combined our tongues, forgetting about the outside world.

He massaged my waist as if that weren’t enough. I pushed my br*asts out and rubbed them against his.

 “Ha, ha, no,” he exhales, her eyes unfocused as she stares at him, her mouth watering as if she’s about to swallow him whole.

I’m itching underneath because his eyes sparkle like a beast with its prey in sight. I look away from him, and he grabs my wrist and pulls me into the house, almost jumping.    

“I can’t stand it,” I said before the door shut behind me. A garbled voice pierced my ear.    

“You’re driving me crazy, man.”

He whispered just before our lips collided, and I drank his heated breath. The kiss was far more passionate than the one in the garden.

As they pushed through my clothes, I could feel the eagerness in his hands. He pulled up my bra and rubbed my n*pples.    

“Mmph!”

He twirls his fingers around my erect n*pples as he digs his claws into them. He pinches my n*pple and moves it from side to side like a toy.  

My legs crumbled beneath me.    

“I can’t make it to the bed,” he adds, shoving his growing c*ck into my lower tummy.

He licks her lips and steadies his wavering pupils. His chest clenches tightly as if he’s trying to force an answer.

“Aren’t you too?” I look down at him, unsure whether I should wait for him to respond.

No, who said anything about being in a rush earlier? He keeps licking his lips, and I laugh as he pinches my lips tight.  

I don’t tell him, but I’m already soaked down there, and his muscular thigh rubs into my p*ssy as if he knows something.    

“Hmph!”

My hold on his chest loosened. My knees buckled and I sobbed, but his thighs supported me. Instead, he pressed harder, prompting me to moan involuntarily.

My v*g*na constricted and vomited forth my fluids, ever sensitive.    “Are you okay here?” he asked, slightly nervously.

My eyes welled up with tears as if I was more in need of him than he was of me.

Wrapping my arms over the nape of his neck, I brought him in closer. He lowered his head as easily as I did. I whisper in his ear.    “Come in, now.”  

“Hmph!” he says as he slips his hand into my jeans.

As a single finger glides inside, his head snaps back. He smirks as he fondles my sore p*ssy, then inserts his finger into my hole, where the lining bit it up and swallowed it.

After a few strokes, my juices gushed out, as if I had wet myself. He rubbed my swollen clit from side to side, causing tears to well up in my eyes.  

I shook my head and gripped him even closer. He yanked my pants and underwear down while licking the back of my neck.

His pants snap behind my back, and his p*nis plunges straight into my v*g*na. “Hah!” I exclaim, my walls strained, and he shoots holy water as if to bless his inserted p*nis.

My legs buckle with each powerful thrust. I clench my pelvis and arch my back to keep him from falling. I’d taken it so many times before, but his p*nis was far too large for me.  

The sensation of it expanding beneath me appealed to me, and chills rose my spine. His lips brush up on the back of my neck and shoulders.  

His hands cupped my chest, caressing it violently, lovingly, viciously, and passionately at times.  I’m having trouble breathing. To me, this appears to be nothing more than garbage.

I shoved and thrust like a beast. My v*g*na’s walls beg me not to come out because it feels so amazing.

He shouted like a beast.  He knelt on the porch, lifted my a$$, and rotated her hips along the penetration. I s*cked and s*cked and s*cked, performing the most heinous things possible.  

Boom! Boom! The pull was so strong that my wrists were seized as I reached up and pushed off his waist.

I couldn’t get my arm out of his grasp, so I had to take him from behind. My entire body was tingling and felt like it was about to burst.  

My insides were racing, and my blood was boiling everywhere it went.  My calm body gasped as he repeatedly pierced the narrow opening, my body shifting to and from as his thrusts became more powerful.

I closed my eyes as the earth shook.  My senses were suddenly sharpened. I shook my head and asked him to stop as he circled the bean with his fingertips.

But he didn’t stop there. He instead thrust harder and deeper. I thought my bottom was going to fall out.  He squeezed my n*pples terribly as he pinched my bouncing br*asts like they were going to break.

“Ugh. It’s too tight.”

“Hmph! Stop, please! Hmph!” he said in my ear, attempting to get me to stop babbling.

Her v*g*nal muscles clenched and relaxed violently.

“No more, no more….. Ha!” I’m not sure.

I swear I thought I was going to die only a few moments ago, and now the sensation of being impaled is exhilarating.

I screamed in fear of being shrunk down to my womb, but I also wanted him to thrust harder and harder. I eventually succumbed to the pleasure.

Even though he didn’t ask, I reached down and split my as$ cheeks to allow him to enter further.  He didn’t stop even when he reached his climax.

He didn’t even wait for a second before slamming down, down, down with enormous force. I fell forward, panting and struggling to breathe.    

“Stop! Hmm…black. Black! Stop!”

My eyes welled up with tears. My climaxed body refused to quiet down, so I sobbed into his shoulder, rocking against his slow thrusts.

“Stop,” I said softly, pressing his lips gently against my shoulder. Huh?”

I pant, wipe my sweaty brow, and pull my sagging waist up in one rapid motion, a chill running down my spine at the horror inside.  

I had to be insane.  The hole became increasingly tight, and he sprinted toward the finish. He didn’t breathe, yet he ran like he’d never run before.

He was caught, unable to cry, unable to breathe, gasping, and crawling over the floor to escape. He hugged me with his entire body, swaying his hips, and suddenly stopped, gasping for air.  

As my stomach heated up and filled my womb, tears flowed down my cheeks. My entire body was exhausted, and I collapsed on the floor.

My body was covered in sweat, tears, sp*rm, and saliva.  I couldn’t even move, and he was great. He appears to be brimming with vitality.

My hole winced from the emptiness as he pulled away. His c*m gathers and drips on the floor. I turn around and look down at my wide legs.  

I try to hold my legs together, but I’m too weak, and I’m on top of him. As he raises himself, I wrap my arms around his neck.    

“Let’s wash you.”

“…….”

I wanted to ask him why he was fine, but I couldn’t because I was crying. I bit him hard on the shoulder because I didn’t want him to look at me so hard.    

“I’ll wash you up.”

“Shi, no!”

I scrambled to my feet and attempted to flee, but it was too late.    

* * *

I ended up in the bathroom three times, then on the bed. I’m lucky if I can wrap him up quickly, but he stays dirty for a long time.

And he gets to his feet immediately. I was upset at him for wanting to do it again, so we agreed that instead of s*x, he would s*ck me between my legs.

It was a terrible idea. I sobbed once more as he s*cked my bottom until it hurt.  I persuaded him to stop In exchange, I was forced to sleep n*ked.

I didn’t inform him because I was already sore and not being able to wear underwear. He’s probably finished with my legs and n*pples.  I exhaled a sigh.

“Does it hurt  lot?”

“…Don’t pretend to be worried.”  

“Let me see. Let’s see if you’re okay.”

He kept asking me if I was okay as I curled up in the blanket. I naturally pull him up and tuck him back in when he squirms and moves to the side.  

“Shall we watch a movie?”

“I’d rather watch you.”

We’re seated in the master bedroom, with his gaze fixed on my face. I pretend not to notice the slight twitch of his lips.

“Did you face any challenges during your time in the U.S.?” I reflect on the past and admit,

“Looking back, I think I just kept going because I knew I had to find a way to see you again.

When I finally saw you, I was filled with so much anger. I wanted to understand why you left me, why you’ve chosen this way of life, why you’re thriving without me.

No, why did you leave me… I was so furious that I felt like I was about to explode, and I directed that anger towards you in the cruelest, most hurtful way.”

There’s a moment of silence as I speak.

“I acted so cowardly, believing that tormenting you was a form of revenge.”

As he spoke, I gazed at him, tears welling up in my eyes.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…” I murmured, my voice quivering.

Without saying a word, I embraced him tightly, seeking solace in the warmth of his presence.

“I should have had more faith in you. I promise to be better. I’ll find a way to make amends for shattering your heart,” I vowed.

He lightly moistened his swollen lips, and I shut my eyes, attempting to resist his advances, the weight of our past mistakes still lingering.

By the time he got his way and we completed for the fourth time, it was after noon.  We ate and went for a walk in the garden even though it was late.

We continued to lose ourselves in conversation, delving into topics we had never discussed before.

“Shall we head to bed?” he suggested.

“I do have to go to work in just a few hours,” I replied.

“But…”  he began to protest.

He refused to release my hand, gripping it as if he were consumed by remorse. We remained standing in front of my house for a good 20 minutes, caught between the pull of our connection and the demands of the approaching day.

“Come on,” I urged, feeling anxious to reach my mom before work today, but he wouldn’t let me go.

“There’s no dinner tonight if you don’t stay,” he countered.

“Are you going to have dinner with me?” I asked, a bit surprised.

“So you weren’t going to?” he quipped. “Wow, this is so good!” he added, pulling me into a tight hug, his happiness evident.

“Me, too,” I replied with a childlike grin, rubbing my cheek against his chest.

“I should get inside,” I reluctantly said.

“Stay in touch,” he urged.

“Okay,” I agreed. “Have a good day at work.”

“…And your sister,” I added, mentioning his sister.

His eyes widened at the mention of his sister. He let out a sharp exhale and waved his hand dismissively.

With a shy smile, I punched in the code for our shared front door, reminiscent of the first time we dated. As I climbed the stairs, I couldn’t help but smirk at myself for sending him that text.

I had a feeling his response would be along the lines of, “Do you want to come to work with me?” I had to meet my mom, so I texted him back and entered my door code.

“I’m on my own today,” I kept reassuring myself as I continued with my morning routine.

As I kicked off my shoes, I suddenly sensed something unusual. The house smelled like cigarettes. I raised my head slowly, my eyes fluttering open.

“You’re late,” I mumbled, too engrossed in my texting to pay much attention to who might be in the house.

 “Hey, Uncle…?”

Standing there with a furrowed brow, dressed in ragged clothes that looked nothing like his usual attire, stood his uncle. He approached with a sinister grin, clutching a knife in his hand, and the door slammed shut behind him.