Dystopia Of Night - Chapter 3 Part 11

Hyeong-jin’s death was shocking, but they had grown accustomed to others’ deaths by now. The weary individuals took care of Hyeong-jin’s body and then returned to their cars to finally get some rest they had postponed.

Sehan didn’t bother suggesting a change of location for a rest stop. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep.

As they disappeared one by one into their cars, Yuju sat down by the stream.

“Urk! Ump!”

Though she had already vomited once, she continued to feel nauseous. Yuju rinsed her mouth with water and looked at Sehan, who was gently patting her back.

“There are needles and thread. If we stitch up the wounds…”

Sehan, looking at Yuju’s tear-filled eyes, sighed and covered his face with his hands. He couldn’t bear to look at her.

“No, we should use fire to cauterize the wounds.”

“…..”

“We can’t take risks. The danger is too great. It’s better to be certain.”

With a look of hurt on his face that she had never seen before, he firmly expressed his opinion. Her lips quivered in horror, but Yuju nodded silently.

“Please, do it.”

Concerned that the fine powder from the butterflies might be on their bodies, the two of them took off all their clothes and cleaned themselves thoroughly.

Sehan seated Yuju and sterilized a scalpel over the fire. Inside the camper, amidst the faint smell of smoke, Yuju’s heart raced with unease. Compared to dying, this might be nothing, but even modern people accustomed to anesthesia feared this level of pain.

However, Sehan was different. Since he had made up his mind to treat Yuju’s wounds, he fell silent. Normally, he would have smiled and reassured her that it wouldn’t hurt, but this time, he didn’t lie.

He finally realized the cruelty and despair of this world.

It was just a small wound now, but what about later? The thought of being able to witness her death at any moment made this world terrifying. The path ahead was blocked with darkness.

“I’m sorry. Sehan, you must be going through a hard time too, right?”

Sehan, who had been staring blankly at the flame as he sterilized the scalpel, turned to look at Yuju. She was looking at him with genuine concern and warmth.

“Why are you sorry?”

“Because I think Sehan must be in pain too. Just seeing other people’s wounds is painful, so how much more tormenting must it be for you?”

In response to her concerns, Sehan felt his heart go cold, as if slowly dying. It was because he could imagine Yuju saying and thinking the same thing even when facing death.

“It won’t be as much as you, whose flesh is going to be burned. A person is not worth the life of another person.”

He said coldly, gripping Yuju’s arm. Her stomach churned and she broke out in a cold sweat.

“We are not like others, you know.”

Her delicate and small hand gently wrapped around his back. In this grave situation, her touch, like her personality, tried to console him with a circular motion and a pat on the back. Uncontrollable anger surged within him. It was directed towards Sehan himself.

“I should have been more careful…”

“It’s okay.”

They both spoke at the same time and their eyes met. Yuju’s eyes widened, and she then smiled, shaking her head.

“Looking at your face, Sehan, I feel like nothing hurts.”

“It hurts.”

“It doesn’t.”

Sehan carefully examined Yuju’s face and gently applied a thin handkerchief to her lips. Without hesitation, he used the heated scalpel to treat the wound.

“Ahhh!”

The smell of burning flesh and the pain of thousands of thorns piercing and tearing her skin filled her senses. Yuju didn’t know what to do, so she bit on the handkerchief and tightly grasped his shoulder with her damp fingers.

Sehan had just finished washing up, but his back and waist were still damp with cold sweat. Quickly, please, let this be over soon. He felt a knot in his stomach as he was filled with anxiety.  This, too, was an immense stress and fear that he had never felt before.

“Ahhhgh!”

Yuju sobbed and shuddered. Sehan tightened his grip on her arm to prevent her from flinching away and continued to burn her wounds.

His whole body tensed, and his breath caught in his throat, as if he had gone into a severe anaphylactic shock. By the time he had mechanically closed the wound, the corners of his eyes were red.

Sehan swallowed a deep sigh as he looked at Yuju’s arm, which he had neatly wrapped with a clean bandage.

“Now we can’t afford for both of us to be hurt.”

Yuju, wrapped in a blanket, pulled him close with a gentle smile. Normally, Sehan’s body temperature was higher than hers, but today, Yuju felt warm. The sensation of touching her smooth, almost hairless skin was pleasant. Sehan and Yuju remained in each other’s embrace, silently savoring each other’s scent for a while.

He enjoyed the moment of being naked and pressed together. Their pounding chests met, and their two hearts raced even more fiercely, as if bound by a single blood vessel.

Yuju’s skin was dazzlingly white and soft, almost like silk. Of course, it wasn’t really silk. If this were just fabric, he wouldn’t be so aroused.

‘Ha… I’m not even an animal.’

He made every effort to suppress his nerves whenever they touched each other’s lower bodies. He even silently recited the national anthem, which he knew by heart perfectly. But was it because he lacked patriotism? His erect penis showed no sign of receding, shamelessly flaunting its existence.

Feeling the imposing volume trying to intrude between her buttocks, Yuju hesitantly spoke.

“Um… Sehan.”

“Yes?”

“It’s touching…”

“I’m sorry. I should wash up first.”

Yuju held on to Sehan, who had just stood up, and glanced at the box containing the condoms.

“You just washed up earlier…”

Sehan was not someone who couldn’t catch the implication. He pondered over conscience and reason for a moment, then gently declined her offer.

“You should rest a bit. I’ll be right back.”

However, Yuju persisted. She slightly loosened the blanket she was holding and said.

“Here, it still hurts… I hope Sehan could make it less painful.”

His gaze slid over her smooth, round shoulders. He caught a glimpse of her small, well-shaped breasts. Suppressing his sharply rising libido, he sat on the edge of the bed.

“Should I suck you off?”

His hand gently stroked the inside of her thigh and lightly brushed between her secret valley.

“Ah… heut!”

Her insides were hot and moist. If her vulva was this wet, her inside must have been sticky like melted honey. Taken aback by the unexpected situation, Sehan’s breathing became rough.

“No, please put it in…”

Yuju’s waist arched sensually, and her wet entrance opened slightly. Though he hadn’t entered yet, the lower part of her body was already flushed red. Unconsciously, Sehan slipped a finger inside and gently twisted it.

“What do you want me to put in? I’ve put my tongue, my fingers, and my cock inside here, but if you don’t tell me clearly what you want, I won’t know.”

“All three, hnngh… of them…”