The Breakup Between You and Me - Side Story 4. Se-hyuk

Side Story 4. Se-hyuk

Jisoo’s sister has arrived in Korea. She’s married to  Secretary Kim and is recently pregnant. I sent her a flower basket to celebrate her return, but this time, she requested it herself. I couldn’t help but laugh when she asked for an even larger basket than the one I ordered.

Despite their current tranquility, their love story has been tumultuous. They faced challenges, including breaking up and reconciling due to the chairman’s disapproval. Without Jisoo’s courage, the new secretary might have missed out on a lifetime with her.

The idea of a pregnant Jisoo brought a smile to my face, but then my shoulders drooped. I couldn’t help but think about the challenges she must have faced upon learning that having a child might not be guaranteed, and the fear she must have felt for herself.

I observed her from behind as she arranged a flower basket. The sight of the white nape of her neck made me swallow hard. She seemed more distant than usual, and I was about to approach her when Ji-soo entered the store.

Ji-soo seemed to have found me in the store while waiting for the new secretary, or perhaps she was curious about Sooyin. However, she appeared uneasy.

She looked panicked, dropping a cup with a frightened expression. When I prevented her from picking up the shattered glass, she nervously asked, “What are you doing in front of your fiancée?”

Initially, her words puzzled me, and it took a moment for me to understand. It wasn’t until I noticed her glancing at Jisso’s sister standing behind her that it dawned on me.

She had misidentified her as my fiancée earlier, and I should have corrected the misunderstanding right away. I felt disillusioned with myself for being so foolish. I regretted inadvertently creating this confusion, and I shouldn’t have done the new secretary a favor.

Without realizing the potential damage to her fingers, I swiftly took the glass from her hand, popped it into my mouth, and s*cked. The back of my neck flushed. Oh, no.

I felt my apron swell, and I moaned. It was a significant thing, but I needed to get my hard c*ck down, and I didn’t want her to know. I could not have done it; I must have finally gone insane.    

I pleaded with her, emphasizing that I had no intention of repeating my mistake. Two years ago, I had to apologize, but she was content now. All I could do was express my sincere regret.

Mr. Jimin had a child, and I went to the flower shop to pick up Sooyin for the celebration. However, the door was locked because she had already left. I should have arrived a bit earlier.

As I turned away, something felt off. There should have been shopping bags inside, but the door was locked. I waited, thinking she might have stepped out briefly, but a strange feeling lingered. Leaning my ear against the door and peering inside, I caught the faint sound of a scuffle.

I used both my foot and my hand to shatter the glass. I sprinted inside and gave the man a head kick on top of her body. I was unable to see anything. And suppose I hadn’t arrived? What if I had just left and the door was locked? I repeatedly stamped on the man’s body.

And if that wasn’t enough, I punched it while perched on top of it. She was crying and examining her body when I leaned in close to her. Although her cheek was slightly bruised from the hit, she appeared uninjured.

Her eyes narrowed, and she put her arms around me as I reached to hit the crying man next to her. Seeing her with tears running down her cheeks was devastating.

In the middle of all of this, he worries about me. Why is the hand torn? I was hurt if you were. I… wished not to think about it. As I lay in the hospital bed, I saw her worry over me. I am always grinning.

I can’t stop laughing.  Despite her illness, she is cheerful. I order flowers for my mother-in-law, but she doesn’t even look at me. I notice her businesslike demeanor once more.

I contemplate my mother-in-law’s love for vibrant things as I step outside into the snowfall. Imagining the joy of playing in the snow with her, I am met with her cold demeanor.

After sharing a meal with my mother-in-law and father-in-law, as it nears the end of her workday, I hastily pick her up to go to the store. However, her aloofness takes on a different tone this time.

A sense of unease grows within me, suspecting that she might be upset with me or that she may have fabricated having an appointment. I subtly observe her entering her house. Seated on a stool at the convenience store, I take a sip of soju and promptly spit it out.

He repeatedly did it, smearing soju over his hair and clothes. He noticed the aroma of alcohol. He went to her place and swayed, feigning inebriation on purpose. Being the sweetness that she is, Cha Sooyin answered the door.

I should teach her not to open doors for random guys, but I figured I’d put it off till later when I was drunk. I was relieved that she answered the door quickly, but I was concerned that other males may take advantage of her kind nature. If I hadn’t opened the door, I would have stood there all night.

The more I pondered, the more I felt the need to shield her. Feigning intoxication, I entered her house.

Her voice reached me from behind, and when she brought up the bouquet, my ears turned crimson. Almost instinctively, I reached out, my mind flooded with memories of my mother-in-law’s radiant smile. A subtle smile played at the corner of my mouth as her mention of the bouquet evoked warm recollections.

The hand holding the honey water trembled, causing a spill on the back of my hand. Swiftly, I seized the cup, placed it in the sink, and extended my hand. Despite a shudder, she didn’t retreat.

She let out a faint groan as I gently caressed the nape of her neck. All logic vanished from the picture. I swear, I simply wanted to take a short peek at her face. I didn’t plan to do this.

I pursed my mouth in exasperation. She quickly undid the buttons on her shirt. With my heart racing, I leaped.  I hastily undressed her clothing. She takes my swelled c*ck in her hand as I’m giving her such intense kisses that I’m in shock.

And if that wasn’t enough, she throws me to the ground, gets up on top of me, and kisses me. Gently massaging her behind against his c*ck. Yes, he was already quite tough.    

The hand in his underwear held his c*ck firmly. She gritted her teeth on the solitary hand that held her doppelgänger. She stroked her p*ssy against the pole while pulling her panties down.

Every part of her aching cunt was palpable to him. I took a firm hold of her shoulders. I threw her to the ground and whirled her around at the same moment. Her face was so colorfully flushed.  I had run out of things to say.

She also desired me. I penetrated her luscious v*g*na because I could not contain myself any longer. Even though I knew she was having trouble with the lengthy penetration, I persisted. She shifted her hips slightly as I breathed in and pushed in.

My instincts prompted me to follow them, even if my reasoning mind warned me not to. I pushed her legs across my shoulders and gave her a hard, hard c*ck.

I desperately thrust my hips, s*cking on her br*asts. I wanted to pull out because her v*g*na felt so warm and inviting. It was too good to be true. She hadn’t even once masturbated in the previous two years, as if as a punishment. Was it the reason?

I’m losing my mind. My mind is racing. She happily bends her head down to kiss me when I ask for one, and I grip her till it breaks. My inner self is swooning over me, and he hasn’t even engaged in any masturbation.    

Without breathing, he thrusts into her till his back becomes stiff. He presses his lengthy, hard ejaculation into her inside walls. She hadn’t had s*x in far too long. Unable to move to his chamber, he held her like an animal on the floor.

She was sleeping, nearly unconscious, as he held her face on my chest. I kissed her cheeks, lips, forehead, and nose bridge before nodding out. I hadn’t felt such a reassuring embrace in much too long.

With her, I don’t need sleeping drugs, which I can’t fall asleep without. However…  I’m getting sick of those lips that admit they made a mistake. It wasn’t an error.

Why are you speaking so well while you make mistakes? Hehe. It’s clear that you also desired me. The term “mistake” made my heart sink. The news that this was the tenth night startled me. I wanted to kick myself for not being able to pay for her night.

Yesterday felt like paradise, but today seems like a nightmare. As I hit the treadmill with my heart racing upon arriving home, my mother-in-law unexpectedly called, inviting me over for dinner.

Despite my initial reluctance, the evening turned out surprisingly well. Her anecdotes about Cha Sooyin’s childhood were truly captivating, injecting a sense of novelty into the gloom.

In moments of despair, reminiscing about the younger days of Cha Sooyin proves to be a reliable source of comfort. Hastening to my mother-in-law’s residence, I discovered her silently weeping at the doorstep.

Witnessing her tearful demeanor behind me was heart-wrenching. I couldn’t help but wonder, did my presence bring about more sorrow? Did I inadvertently cause her distress? At that moment, I wished for an ailment or a profound sadness rather than being the cause of your tears.

Hoping for a moment of laughter, I took a step closer to her. Urging her to get in the car, I noticed my mouth burning, concerned that the freezing weather might lead to her catching a cold.

Despite my plea, she remained motionless. Fearing for her well-being, I insisted once more, wrapping my arms around her slender waist, barely a handful. Leaning my forehead on her trembling shoulder, I conveyed my determination not to give up on her, acknowledging her struggles.

Expressing my sentiment, I uttered, “There’s no point in living without you. What should I do?” Perhaps, strangely, it was a cathartic moment. After a prolonged bout of tears, she eventually entered the car. The warmth of the heater swiftly lulled her into a peaceful slumber.

She must have been tired because she hugged him again and again until morning. Her stiff eyes squeezed shut and opened. It broke my heart to see her sleeping so soundly, like a child.    

I wanted to make her happy. Instead of going to her house, I went to Gangwon Province. I stopped the car in a cypress grove for her because she loves trees. I leaned my head on the steering wheel and looked at her in disbelief. Her lips pouted and her brow furrowed. She slowly opened her eyes and our eyes met. God, I prayed, let her be the only one with me.

I will not ask for anything else, but please allow Cha Sooyin to stay with me. I begged and begged and begged with my heart to god I did not believe in.