The Breakup Between You and Me - Side Story 7. Abduction 2

Abduction 2

There was an emergency. He hadn’t been able to do it for a month because it was the day he got back from a business trip. He couldn’t do it by hand. He hasn’t masturbated since, but he did it in the bridal suite at a wedding. 

After a two-week business trip three months ago, he became an animal and spent days in bed. The following morning, my legs felt weak, so I sat down and started crying. That day, I was unable to even open the store’s door.   

It wasn’t the first instance. On his honeymoon, he had gone to Hallstatt, Austria, and had never left the hotel. His face was radiant at the airport, and mine looked lifeless as if I hadn’t eaten well.    

I berated him and screamed at him for missing out on the amazing Hallstatt. He claimed that I awakened him at dawn, and after he tucked himself into my arms, I allowed him to continue sleeping.

I don’t recall it clearly, and I believe it might have been due to my exhaustion and the fact that I fell asleep after enduring bullying throughout the night. However, upon reflection, I regret making the journey to Austria only to engage in such behavior.

He doesn’t get weary like me and has the physical strength of a member of the national team. I’m usually exhausted because he doesn’t care and just bites and s*cks all day long.

I used his sporadic work excursions as an opportunity to get some rest, but he didn’t come back for another month.  I racked my mind.  

“When will my son-in-law arrive?”

Dad waits for him, standing in the doorway, saying, “He’s almost there.” These days, he seems to like his son-in-law more than his daughter, doesn’t he?

I pout my lips, but he’s too engrossed in anticipating the arrival of his long-lost son-in-law to notice. The sound of the door opening causes her heart to skip a beat. “Sooyin, where are you…!” he stutters, and our eyes meet.

As he begins to unbuckle his pants, his gaze gradually shifts towards my dad, and both my dad and I freeze. I sense my mom, who had been serving food, abruptly standing up and halting.

“Is your son-in-law here?” she asks, in an awkward attempt to diffuse the situation. But her attempt at nonchalance is not quite enough. My face turns a bright shade of red as I witness him hastily turning around and readjusting his pants.

The awkwardness is palpable, and I find it difficult to fathom how he managed to sit down and eat dinner after such an embarrassing encounter. I can’t shake off the discomfort, and the incident leaves an indelible mark on the evening.

His mom and dad couldn’t help but burst into laughter as his shoulders slumped and his eyes widened, and I had to bite my tongue to stifle a laugh.

Glancing at him lying on the bed, wearing a big disappointed expression, I headed to the bathroom. I acknowledged that it was partly my fault for not informing him that his parents were there, but it was also his fault for acting in haste and pulling his pants down first.

Shaking my head, I washed more thoroughly than usual, dried my wet hair, and retrieved the clothes I had set out for him. Unsure whether to wear them or not, I decided to do so when I noticed his visible disappointment.

I examined the clothes in my hands and closed my eyes tightly. Yes, it’s okay if he likes it, I’m sure he’ll like it. I could almost hear Jimin’s voice reassuring me that there was no way a man could dislike something like this.

I remembered that my husband tried to kill himself with excitement, so I decided to be brave. I started by putting on my fishnet stockings without underwear.

The holes in the fishnet stockings were not too small to fit a child’s fist through. I had no idea I had red fishnet stockings; I thought I only had black ones.

I gazed in the mirror in my red fishnet stockings, I blushed to the nape of my neck.  My eyeballs popped out.    

Is it true that I like this? There was a hole in the middle of the fishnet stockings. I thought about taking them off for a moment as if anything could get in.

I forced a strong swallow. The bunny headband dropped to the floor as I yanked them off. As I lifted it, my hand shook. I encouraged myself not to give up on what I had set out to do and dressed.

No, it wasn’t actual clothing. It was a swimsuit that exposed half of my chest and had a white tail around my hips. The black outfit stood out against my white br*ast.    

Finally, I placed a bunny headband on my head. Stepping back, I hesitated, questioning whether I should go through with this. What if he doesn’t like it? What if he perceives me as overly exuberant?

Then, I recalled borrowing his computer to research cosplay clothes. On a recent occasion, I attempted to find outfits after hearing suggestions from Jimin’s sister, but my old cell phone was giving me trouble.

While I could make calls, texting and using the internet posed challenges. So, when he called me, I suggested using his laptop. It was password-protected, prompting me to dial the number he provided.

During my internet search, I unintentionally found myself in his mailbox. I had no intention of looking at his emails, but after finishing my browsing, I went to shut down the computer. As I was about to log out, a name caught my eye, a name I recognized from somewhere.

Was Miho truly this close to him, corresponding several times a week through emails? Although I was aware it wasn’t right, I couldn’t resist opening his inbox, only to find it filled with emails we had exchanged while I was in the United States.

There were pictures of us together, working, laughing at birthday parties, and more. As I delved into the content of the emails he had sent me, I read every single one.

It became evident why Miho was so friendly with him. Just by reading his story, I understood how Miho, despite dropping out of school, had suddenly stood by his side and assisted us.

His desperation had touched his friend’s heart. I found myself crying, pondering if one could truly be so selfless. I knew he loved me, but realizing that this man would go to such lengths for me made my heart swell. He was, without a doubt, an incredible man.

Taking a deep breath, I opened the door, peeking my head out to see him lying on the bed. He didn’t appear to be asleep, but his back was turned. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

“Si-hyuk?”

“…….”

“Si-hyuk, are you asleep?” I saw his shoulders twitch, but he didn’t say a word.    

Summoning up the courage, I called out to him once more. “Si-hyuk, are you sleeping?”

“…No.”

I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was still unhappy about pulling his pants down in front of her parents today.    

“Si-hyuk, look at me; you must be tired; go to bed.” My red sneakers clicked as I walked. He turns his head when he hears my footsteps but he doesn’t get into bed.

“Get up… What the hell!” His eyes open, and he sits up, his lips covered.

For a split second, his gaze scans me from head to toe, and my entire body warms up. I stand there, itching wherever his gaze falls.    

“Vomit, with a rabbit?” he mumbled as I slid into bed with him. His jet-black eyes widened as I crawled on all fours to him. His attention was fixed on my as$ as her tail wagged as she crawled.    

“F*ck, man.”

“So, you don’t like it?”

I kneel and look up at him, who frowns. I swallowed with trepidation.

“No way, the rabbit is begging to be eaten,” he says, grabbing my hand. I leaned back in bed and stared up at him. She exhales harshly this time and spreads her legs.    

“I’ve got marks in the shape of your p*ssy,” he continues, and when I look down, the shape of my p*ssy is visible through my clothes. He smirks as I flail my legs in shame.    

“Spread wide,” he says as he pulls his shirt away, his throaty voice bobbing up and down. He takes a long breath and buries his face between my legs. My lower stomach clenches as his breath reaches my p*ssy.    

“Were you lonely?”

“…No, hmmm.”

“She’s begging me to put it in her,” he said quietly as my clenched fist dripped with her juices. He s*cked hard and extended out his tongue to mop up the pouring juices as if they were a waste.

He licks on my hole and kisses it, making nasty noises. My grasp on the pillow is shaky.

I begged him as he s*cked until I couldn’t move.    

“Please, Si-hyuk, come on, hmmmm!” she wailed before he flipped her over. He elevated my hips while thrusting in from behind. It was the first time in a long time that a penetration had occurred. My thighs twitched violently.

“So, so cute,” I exclaim, nibbling on my ear. With each graceful arc of my back, my face slid into the cushion. My inner walls tightened around his c*ck and wouldn’t let go.    

“I never thought I’d eat a rabbit.”

He exclaimed, thrusting and slamming wildly, that rabbits were so tasty.

He struck his c*ck into my v*g*na like he was trying to make up for all the time he’d been holding back, and I couldn’t even hear my cries as he pounded his c*ck into my v*g*na like he was going to rip it out from underneath me.    

“Next time, what, did you like this?” he asks, and every time I shake my head, he thrusts his c*ck into me, as if to punish me. My eyes turned white.    

“I’ll look forward to the next one.”

He grips my tail and swings it from side to side, the fabric of my dress pressing on my labia, and I feel dizzy from the power of his entrance.    

I promised I’d never cosplay again, but my body changed.    

“…Should I be excited?”

“…Should I be excited?”    

I groaned, brushing my palm across the delighted expression I was making just for myself. I promised myself I wouldn’t do it again, but his expression broke my heart.    

“…I missed you.”

“Me too. I felt like I was dying to see you.”

“I love you. Ha-ha. I love you, Sooyin.”

Instead of responding verbally, I gently pecked his lips. The corners of his mouth twitched upward as if he understood that words weren’t necessary.

A few days later, he rushed up to the roof, breathless. I had invited him to the glass garden after work, promising to show him the Sansevieria flowers.

“You mentioned wanting to see them bloom,” I reminded him.

“Do you remember saying that?”

“I remember everything you say.”

It was in Sansevieria, a place where flowers were so rare that they were rumored to bloom once every 100 years. It happened then. Something shimmered in the sky and descended.

“Oh, Si-hyuk, look at that.”

“…What?”

“I said look at that, something fell!” I nudged him, and he raised his eyes to the sky, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Did you make a wish?”

“Wish?”

“Yeah. It’s a giant shooting star. Come on, let’s make a wish.” He promptly closed his eyes.

“Please, let the baby come.”

I opened my eyes, and he had his eyes closed, making a wish. Whether he was making the same wish as me or asking for my wish to be granted, I didn’t need to ask; I just knew.

I extended my hand, and he took it.

“Give me a hug.”

“Yes.” Somehow, a delightful sensation washed over me, as if my wish was on the verge of coming true.