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Dinner is a more relaxed affair, seated across each other at the small dining table, and it's clear that Yunjin is keen on socialising, more so than you are. You’ve made sure to put in a little more effort into dinner, considering you’re serving a guest.

“You said you’d teach me how to use my hidden strength. I didn’t feel any stronger just now.”

“Of course. I didn’t teach you how to use your strength yet. I’ll teach you when I feel you need to learn how to use it.”

“And when will that be?” Yunjin gives you an expectant look. It’s cute, her puppy dog look.

“When I feel you need to learn how to use it,” You deadpan.

“Hmph. How is it even fair when you can use superstrength to spar against me?”

“I didn’t.”

“Then how did you know all your Kungfu anyway? You fought me like you were fighting a child.”

“I’ve been alive for eighty years. You’d need to get with the program to stay alive.”

“Yeah, but it was like, you knew every single fighting pattern ever created. You used some literal Kungfu.”

“I’ve trained my techniques across the world, yes,” You say honestly.

“That’s pretty cool. So you’ve like, been best friends with those Chinese Kungfu masters who train in the mountains.”

You can’t even try to be amused. You stare at her blankly, and she returns it. You count two seconds before your return to your food.

“What was it like? Travelling the world, I mean,” Yunjin says.

“Fun, considering half of that time I was being chased by secret agents, assassins and mercenaries.”

“Yeah, but you must have at least some fond memories in your life. Like before you became a supersoldier, you must have had some memories of a normal life,” Yunjin continues.

Yunjin really hits the mark with her words. You do have memories, a flood of them. Just thinking about them has you completely frozen, and there’s a long pause as you stare into yourself. Long enough that she has to nudge you out of it.

“What was it like?” Yunjin prompts gently, and you’re snapped out of your trance by her serene voice.

There's a long pause. “Like a normal life."

Unsatisfied, but seeming having realised that you won’t be telling her anything, Yunjin returns her attention back to her plate, leaving you two and the small, dingy room in a brooding silence where you can ruminate on forgotten memories.

The silence persists for the rest of dinner, up till you’re both ready for a journey out of the woods. You’ve walked up the bike you took to get here, and you get on in a swift, practised motion. You pass Yunjin a mask wordlessly, and as she puts it on, you break the silence that’s gone on for over an hour.

“Get on the back,” you say softly, and Yunjin clambers on. Awkwardly, you reach for her arms behind you, then wrap them around your torso. You didn’t mean anything by it, but you freeze a little at the physical contact, wonder if your actions were a little much.

“Hold on tight,” You tell her, “This isn’t the most comfortable of rides.”

Yunjin doesn’t respond, and you look back to check on her.

She’s staring again, with that unnerving look like she’s trying to see something past you. With a slow breath, you turn back and rev your bike, then send the two of you through the thick forest.

You consider yourself lucky that by the time you arrive at the nearest shopping mall, the majority of its stores are still open. Yunjin seems pleasantly surprised that you’d actually bring her to a shopping mall, but where else are you going to get clothes and your necessities?

You make sure to reel her in, though, before she gets too excited. You tell her that you will make the final decision on what clothes she gets to buy, and Yunjin gives you a disappointed frown. As revenge, of course, Yunjin seems to make it her mission to attempt to humour you as much as possible throughout your shopping trip.

Yunjin seems to find much enjoyment from picking just about everything inside the store and then having you vet her outfits one by one. Be it a shoulder-baring crop top, a goth-girl inspired black skinny jeans fit, or simply just an oversized tee, Yunjin seems determined to force a reaction out of you. It must be thirty minutes of you staring at the changing room door as Yunjin performs what can only be described as a runway show. You’re completely impassive to the whole thing, and you’ll never let it be known that you’re secretly amused.

“No,” You say, putting your foot down.

“Ugh, you’re so…rigid. I’m not allowed to have a normal life anymore after this. The least you could do is let me pick some nice outfits to wear while I’m being chased by assassins.”

You clear your throat to remind her that you’re still in a public space. You also sound your protest, but in the end, you relent in letting her choose her outfits. Yunjin did choose her outfits well. There’s this white dress, sleeved all the way to her wrists, not sexy in any way, but the way it matches her skin tone has you in a chokehold. Just hugs her figure, confirming what you thought the first time you saw her. That she takes care of herself well.

You end up choosing an outfit for her too, a completely jet-black turtleneck top and matching pants.

“What the hell is this?” Yunjin asks, scoffing.

“What else are you going to wear tomorrow when we’re going to visit your friends?” You respond.

Yunjin makes a disgusted face, but leaves it in the shopping cart. You still try to be a gentleman as best you can, so you take on the prestigious responsibility of being her trolley pusher and basket holder.

“Come on, don’t make me choose,” Yunjin beckons to you, arms balancing two crop tops identical in everything but colour in her hands, swaying them up and down like she’s a scale.

“White or green?” Yunjin tilts her chin down, looks at you through her thin eyelashes, urges you to make the decision for her. She’s forcing your hand.

Your eyes respond with a full rotation, but you tell her, “It doesn’t really matter. You’ll look beautiful no matter what you wear,” as Yunjin flushes, “but I like white more.”

“White it is then,” Yunjin decides, chewing on her bottom lip as she cutely dumps the top into your basket.

One thing leads to another, and eventually you’re led to the shop for attire more exclusive to women.

“What, don’t you need to decide what underwear I’m allowed to wear?” Yunjin jests playfully. Her eyes are so bright.

You let out a drawn-out breath of air, then turn your shopping cart and in the opposite direction.

“I’ll wait outside for you.”

Behind your back, Yunjin lets out a small giggle.

“Alright,” she tells you, her tone warm.

Yunjin’s adamant, adamant, to make conversation during the ride back.

“I genuinely do want to know, how was life back in the 20th century?” Yunjin asks.

You ponder how best to phrase such a dark period in history.

“Boring, for half of it, and terrifying, for the other half.”

“Yeah yeah, war and everything, but how was yours? How was life like before you became a supersoldier?” Yunjin’s still persistently intrigued.

“It was… more than I’d come to expect, looking back on it now.”

Yunjin keeps quiet, inviting you to continue. You hate doing this, but Yunjin’s good at using whatever psychic power she has to force you to remember.

The war. The fighting. The girl.

It all comes rushing back.

“It was eventful, I guess,” you surmise simply.

“Do you give anything more than a one sentence answer?” Yunjin’s slightly annoyed.

You relent.

“Look, I don’t really like thinking of my past. There’s a lot that aren’t good memories. I was put, created, as a weapon of war. Before that, I was still pushed to become a weapon of war. I was on the front lines, and it wasn’t pretty.”

“So that’s why you’re like this?”

“What?”

“You’re afraid. I get it. People face things that break them all the time. But are you just going to let whatever past you have still haunt you?” Yunjin once again pierces you with her words. She’s sometimes really too smart for her own good, as you’ll continue to find out.

“You keep talking of all these ‘somethings’ that have scarred you, but you’re indifferent to killing, so I wonder if it’s really something that has you so… crippled, or if it’s someone.”

You can’t say anymore. You’re not sure if you’d be able to keep your eyes on the road if you could.

“Look, I’m relatively not old enough to tell you to do anything, but at this point it feels more and more like you just don’t want to get rid of your emotional baggage. And I don’t know why I much care either, but I’m sure it isn’t just me who thinks it is weird to see someone who won’t get off a bus he put himself on.”

By the time you’re back at the little cabin in the woods, Yunjin’s fallen asleep. Her head’s on your shoulder, arms wrapped around you, and for a good five minutes, the two of you sit, straddled on the bike, her asleep, looking at peace, looking so damn beautiful, and you, staring at her over your shoulder, considering everything she’s told you on the trip back.

Your life wasn’t fucked by the war. It wasn’t fucked by being at the front lines. She’s always so smart, so painfully accurate at times.

It’s her.

The next day, when you wake Yunjin, you’ve already prepped everything you’ll need.

“What time is it?” Yunjin asks, groggy. She rises from the bed you carried her to slowly.

“It’s three in the morning.”

“Why the fuck did you wake me?” Yunjin snaps.

“Because we have friends to see. Don’t worry, you won’t be complaining about your lack of sleep in a minute.”

“Sure,” Yunjin says, rubbing her eyes. You take a step outside the cabin.

“Get changed. Meet me outside. I’ll give you one last lesson, and then we’ll head out.” You say simply before you close the front door behind you.

Yunjin steps out of the cabin with a focused expression a few minutes later. You’re flicking the brakes on the bike on and off absentmindedly, already seated on it. You haven’t slept yet, your mind still jumbled up by Yunjin’s words.

Yunjin silently waits behind you, and, sensing her presence, you get off, pass her a mask you’ve kept in your pocket, and a rock.

She puts on the mask, then stares at the rock in her hands.

“You’ll now learn what your real strength looks like. I’ll teach you how to tap into it whenever you need, but how you control it, how you decide to use it, will be up to you.”

You walk up to the closest tree, its trunk and branches reaching far into the sky.

“Your strength, in actuality, is incredibly easy to access. Slow your breathing, push from your gut, and lastly, strike with intention to kill.”

You prop both hands behind the tree, as if to support it from falling down, and nod at Yunjin. Seeming to understand, Yunjin takes aim with the rock, aiming it straight for the center of the tree.

“To get that intention to kill, I find it easiest to remember something I’ve lost, something that’s hurt me, something that I regret.”

Yunjin understands what you mean immediately. A moment in time of anger, pain, regret. A brief moment when one’s seen the end.

She gets it so fast you’re scared and curious at the same time.

Yunjin swings her arm forward, but when the rock leaves her hand, it’s a rock no longer, but a bullet, shot from a cannon, hurtling at you so fast it punctures the wooden flesh of the tree and splits it into two effortlessly, with enough force it’s almost like it forces an audible scream from the tree, its bark snapping and crunching.

The rock flies past you, boring into a tree somewhere behind you and remaining lodged inside. Your prop a hand up to catch the tree as it falls towards you, then gently lift the ten-meter tall pillar to lay gently to rest.

“Still feeling tired?” You ask Yunjin. Her eyes are piercing, gaze fierce, an unmistakable look of anger in her eyes.

“No.”

In the cover of night, the two of you quickly operate to break in again to the NIS facility. The two of you swiftly hop off the jet ski you took to get here, and with practised efficiency, you grab onto the pipes on the side of the building and throw your self up, hand by hand.

Yunjin’s a little slower, but you won’t blame her. When she crouches down next to you, at the top of the building, you tell her your observations.

“Sweetheart, sorry to disappoint, but I’m not feeling particularly great about our chances. There aren’t any guards outside.”

“Won’t hurt to give it a try anyway,” Yunjin says, determined, and you shrug. If she’s determined to break in, you won’t stop her.

The two of you drop down through the roof of the shed, moving through the empty building until you’ve arrived back at the trapdoor. While you clear the hallway down the trapdoor, you motion for Yunjin to follow behind the drone, before you follow, sprinting to overtake her. Yunjin sprints to catch up as well, and you, having memorised the way to the lab, lead the two of you at a breakneck pace.

The two of you skid to a stop once you’ve found the correct door. Wordlessly, you draw your rifle from your back, and pass it to Yunjin. She seems a little surprised as she receives it, giving you a questioning look as you draw your pistol from your hip.

“I’ll go in first, just in case,” you whisper, then without hesitation, slowly creak open the door.

There aren’t any guards on the other side of the door, and that’s when you know it is as you’ve suspected.

You clear the rest of the floor quickly, Yunjin behind you, and peer over the railing below.

The pods are gone.

The room is completely empty, abandoned. The damage from the last break in still remain, as is the now dried blood staining the walls, but there isn’t anyone left.

“They’re gone,” You tell Yunjin, and she voices her frustration.

“Don’t worry. We’ll find them,” You tell her.

Yunjin turns to you, slight disbelief on her features.

“We?” She asks, and it’s a good question.

“Yes, we.” You tell her. You sound sure, even though you don’t have a reason to help her. But you’ve decided, then, that you’ll have her back.

Or, perhaps, that you’re willing to accept that she will have yours.

“So, tell me,” Yunjin initiates again on the drive back to the cabin, “Who is this someone that has you so goddamn terrible at being a normal human being?”

You take your eyes off the road for just a moment to look at Yunjin. You’re both in the car on the way back, having already stripped off most of your gear.

“Yunjin, you’re surprisingly interested in something I’ve been quite adamant to not remember.”

“Can’t I be?” Yunjin asks like there’s nothing wrong with her probing. There has been an uncomfortable amount of introspection that you have been forced through these past few days.

You sigh.

“Before I was turned into a supersoldier, I had a… significant other.”

“Oh, its one of those kinds of stories,” Yunjin seems unimpressed.

You give her a look.

“N-Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Please continue,” Yunjin says quickly.

“I guess,” you say, having given your story a few moments of retrospect, “yes, I guess you could say it was one of those kinds of stories. I was deep in love with this girl, and was already planning to spend the rest of my life with her. Then the war broke out, then I was conscripted, and before I knew it, I was on the front lines.”

You can’t believe you’re sharing this, after so long, but you reason, if you’re going to be helping Yunjin for a while, she may as well know.

“I made my worst mistake that day. Barely a week after I became a soldier, fighting for the Americans, she was killed in a car accident while out shopping.”

There’s a painful silence for a few moments.

“Just like that?” Yunjin’s in disbelief.

“Yeah, just like that.”

“That’s terrible. I’m sorry.”

“The worst part was, I had nobody to blame. It wasn’t the driver’s fault his brakes weren’t working properly, and it wasn’t like the manufacturer had caused the damage to his brakes. I couldn’t even do anything, couldn’t even see her. By the time I found out she had died, it had already been a month after everything had happened. She just disappeared from my life.”

It’s the worst thing anyone could have thought of.

“I still remember every moment spent with her in such clarity. She used to say how much she wished we could one day go to Korea together once the war ended, to see where our parents came from. When I left her because I was forced into the military, she told me she would be waiting for me to pick her up to take her to the airport.”

“You’re Korean? Like born and raised?” Yunjin asks, surprised.

“I was. Not like it matters anymore. I’ve spent so many years all over the world, it doesn’t feel like just because I was born in Korea before I moved to America it means that I’m Korean. It’s fair to say I struggle with my identity sometimes.”

“How did you even fight after getting the news?” Yunjin asks in what must be misplaced adoration.

“I didn’t. I was declared unfit for duty within days. They knew I wouldn’t be able to fight in such a condition. So they gave me an alternative. They wanted me to fight, become something stronger that I had ever been, turn my anguish into a weapon, to get back at the people who started the war.”

“So that’s why you chose to become a supersoldier?” Yunjin clearly doesn’t believe you.

“You’re right. It isn’t. Deep inside, I guess I already knew the last thing I would do would be to let someone control me as some sort of weapon. I just lost it, probably just wanted to see how much pain I could actually suffer, if it could let me forget what had happened. I wondered which would defeat me first, the endless killing or being killed itself. Which would finally let me forget.”

Yunjin laughs, a short, sweet sound, but covers her mouth quickly in shock.

“Sorry, it’s just… that’s fucking stupid.”

“It is, isn’t it?” You say, chuckling. Yunjin stares.

“I’m sorry for what happened to you.”

“It’s alright. I haven’t been a person, whole, since I lost her. I just haven’t been able to forget her, even after eighty years. I guess maybe you wouldn’t understand. She… she saved me. She brought something so beautiful in my life, and let it blossom even when everyone else wanted to trample me. I loved her, Yunjin, more than I thought I could. I wanted to be a part of her, always, so she could never let me go. She turned me into something no one else can see. But she still left. And I blamed myself, for all the things I didn’t do when I had the chance, things I wanted to do in the future. If I had known, if I had just known…”

Yunjin hears your voice crack, and she gets this painful lump in her throat. When did your eyes get so round?

 “Ways I could have saved her. Ways I could have spent more time. That’s the only thing I’ve been thinking for eighty years. I spent so much of my mind on it, I… I-”

“I can’t even remember her face anymore.”

And you hear a sniffle, and you’re surprised, because when you turn to Yunjin there’s diamonds sparkling beneath her eyelids. Your throat goes dry. Her eyes are reddening, and she still looks so beautiful.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” Yunjin’s voice wavers, “So, so sorry…  I can’t even imagine…”

You clear your throat. She’s pretty when she cries, but that doesn’t mean you want to make her.

“I’m sorry too. I’m partially to blame for putting you in your current predicament, so I guess I should also apologise for what’s happened.”

“Well, help me find my friends, and I’ll consider your apology accepted.”

“Sure,” You say with a soft smile, stopping the car in front of the bike parked at the road side. She wipes away the diamonds. And on the bike ride back, when she’s behind you, you feel the embrace around you, tighter than usual. It’s warm.

“I’ll prepare breakfast,” you tell Yunjin, like it’s routine.

She nods, a simple “alright.”

“Yunjin,” you tone turns serious, “that serum is a curse. You shouldn’t have taken it. It’s a mark, a signal that you’ll be hunted for the rest of your life. It’ll be something you can’t run away from.”

Yunjin doesn’t turn away, doesn’t flinch at what you said. She nods, like she gets it, that it’s sunken in for her, and she’s prepared.

“That’s alright.”

The two of you step through the cabin door, much more at ease with each other’s presence than when you first met. You gesture for her to take a shower first, and she nods gratefully, but then she stops, turns to face you, and gives you a light pat on the shoulder.

“Look, I just wanted to say that I appreciate you breaking me out of there, giving me a second chance to live my life. I should’ve known better than to make a poor decision to become this… weapon. I hope you’ll be able to find some peace, some consolation for what you’ve lost.”

“Thank you,” you say with a smile, setting off a rosy tinge to Yunjin’s cheeks, “I hope we can reunite you with your friends. They seemed to be really important to you. I hope you’ll never go through what I did. You guys should live life to its fullest. Don’t live with regrets.”

Yunjin nods, gaze trained on the floor and hands fiddling with one another. Then she turns, and you’re sure of it.

She won’t be a person you’ll forget in this life.

As you move to prepare breakfast, you’re not sure how you’re going to manage it. For once in a long time, you’re attracted. Yunjin’s beautiful, witty, not all that different from the girl you lost so many years ago. Your hands stop midway as you reach for a clean plate.

You’re sure it isn’t right anyway.

You’re absorbed in your thoughts, your worry about spending time with Yunjin. Why is it so quiet anyway? Giving you time to dwell on the future?

“Hey,” You hear, a beautiful sound, a siren’s call.

The shower’s stopped running. You turn, and my god, there she is.

Wearing absolutely nothing at all. The shower curtains are wide open, she’s leaning to one side. Her body’s lightly covered in water droplets, rivulets that cling to her pale skin like jewels. Shining diamonds against a sea of gold.

She has a shy smile on her face, but as she moves, there’s a confidence in her strut as she flaunts every inch of naked skin.

She walks up to you, chest bouncing slightly with each step.

Her body is immaculate. Her breasts are a perfect handful, brown nipples hardened either from the cold or arousal, you don’t know which. Her form is every bit as slender as you remember in that tight-fitting dress. Her gaze is locked with yours the entire time. It makes you dizzy.

She kneels silently in front of you, still maintaining a piercing gaze, places both hands on the zipper of your pants. In a different setting, the placement of her hands might even seem polite.

“Yunjin,” you whisper, throat dry. You’re hallucinating. You have to be. I mean, what the fuck does she think she’s doing?

If Yunjin hears you, she doesn’t give any notion. She just stares at you with those doe eyes, as she slowly pulls down your jet-black track pants, then fishes your rapidly hardening cock from your boxers.

Her right hand wraps securely around your length, reminding you this is very much real, and eliciting a gasp from your lips. It isn’t a surprise you’re subsequently instantly primed for her.

“I’m impressed,” Yunjin says, voice sultry, tiny smirk on her lips as she lowers her lips to give your swollen cock head a kiss. Tempting. Teasing.

Then her lips open, her tongue shoots out, and she coats your shaft with a layer of saliva.

You moan, uncontrolled.

She bathes the rest of it in a similar way. Swift. Measured. No effort wasted. Her hands rearrange in your lap for a moment, back to that ironically polite placement right beside your shaft. Her lips kiss your tip. Then your cock disappears between her lips, like some fucked up magic trick. It’s elementary for her, swallowing a cock to kiss its base.

Now you see it, now you don’t.

Yunjin making your cock disappear is as much of a magic trick as having Yunjin in this position in the first place; mouthfucking like a whore. And still, through it all, she has the discipline to keep the eye contact between the two of you, one long message she’s adamant in communicating to you.

Your brain, now in complete overdrive, reminds you that it’s probably embarrassing, how expressively you’re reacting as she pushes her lips further and further down, her tongue pressing firmer and firmer around the shape of your cock. Familiarising herself.

NIS agents aren’t usually equipped with expert cocksucking, but you guess this one is. Lucky you.

Her bobs are controlled yet enthusiastic, not sloppy, but just the right amount of slick to get you really going. To get you cursing when her tongue presses into all the right spots. Her hands are pinching, letting that feeling of contact sink into your thighs.

Yeah, you tell yourself, like you’re confirming facts. She’s really fucking good at this.

There should be concerns here. Not the pointless, irrelevant ones, like why the fuck is she on her knees, is there a hidden motive behind this, is she trying to seduce you. The bigger concern you have is if she’s going to stop, because that absolutely can’t happen. That would be worst case scenario.

She’s got you all figured out, the pretty little thing. She knows your spots too well, like she’s been doing this forever. She has you gasping, may as well be choking, keenly keening. She’ll wring you dry. Those little fingers massage in just the right spots. She moves from your thighs to your balls, cups them gently, flicks a couple fingers along your shaft to make sure she did coat it evenly, all while multitasking better than a drummer in a band, head bobbing at that constant rhythm.

You should be remorseful, receiving this filthy service from this young, beautiful girl. You should be.

But hey, at this point who fucking cares? You won’t, you can’t. You’re about to cum.

You don’t last long at all. You have to warn her. Good men do.

“Yunjin… I’m-”

“Glk.”

She throatfucks you in one swift stroke. Your breath catches, and then you’re undone.

You’re ashamed of the white ropes that begin to fill her mouth. You cum, and it isn’t pretty. Pathetic, maybe, with how fast you’re ruined. Horrific, maybe, because this is not how you should be dealing with this girl. Pretty, maybe, but only if writhing about on the bed like you’re possessed is somehow appealing. When you’re done, it’s ironic, because you’re not even sure where to begin. What do you say to a girl who’s just blown (that’s a nasty pun) your mind?

It’s lucky Yunjin knows exactly what to do next, as she simply gives two more quick bobs to clean whatever is left on your shaft, then rises slowly. She’s still eyeing you, even though you are probably staring into empty space.

Her right hand finds time to dirtily push whatever is caught on her lips back into her mouth. Then she’s dragging you up, leading you slowly, backing up without looking like she’s been in this dinghy cabin her whole life, until you’re back under the showers.

She jams the shower on, soaks you in your near full dress. She slowly works on your shirt pulling it up by the hem, stopping halfway just as it’s about to go over your head.

“Am I going to have to do everything myself?” Yunjin asks.

No ma’am.

You step out of your pants, and your boxers finally come off. Yunjin pulls your shirt over your head, so you’re matching her state of undress. Then she rewraps her right hand around your still-hard cock, brings you in for a kiss.

“Wow, you don’t go down easy,” Yunjin compliments.

You make something that sounds like “nngrh”, and Yunjin giggles.

“Don’t,” you warn, again, finding words, “we shouldn’t.”

“But I wanna.”

And that’s reason enough, she decides, as Yunjin hikes up a leg around you, coming close enough so your sexes touch. She’s sopping, which is just perfect for going straight to the main event.

“Very bad idea,” you say, like it’s going to do anything at this point.

“I don’t care,” Yunjin responds, and she pushes you into her.

You groan. She’s tight, but what else would you expect. She’s built like sex on legs. What does that even mean? Your mind’s not working properly.

Your dick is, though. Jumping (Flexing?) for joy as you push fully into Yunjin, who hisses at the phallic serpent pushing into her. You bottom out, and it’s slow, as the two of you pant in unison, catching breaths and feelings.

“You are fucking big, you know that?” Yunjin’s holding you close, head cocked back like she herself is surprised you’ve managed to be all jammed up in her.

“Shit,” You say. You can’t cum yet. You literally just started.

Yunjin grinds experimentally against your length, shooting uncomfortably arousing spikes up your spine.

“Watch it,” You hiss, hands clamping instinctively around Yunjin’s ass to stop her. Your sexes are struggling against one another, one trying to slide over, one trying to squeeze through. The friction is addicting, sure, but you’re about to lose it.

“Oh,” Yunjin moans, “Y-you might have been right. This might be a terrible idea. You’re gonna drive me crazy.”

“You fucked me,” Your tone is all accusatory, like its her fault you didn’t stop her. Like you’re not still an obedient pleasure slave going to do whatever she asks you next.

“Pull out a bit,” Yunjin asks softly, which you do of course, and you are not exaggerating, the pleasure makes you wince. This will ruin the both of you, and once this is done, neither of you will be able to go back to even a semblance of normalcy. You will not be able to deal with this when you wake up of this lusty haze.

“Fuck me. Properly. Pump it into me. We should be okay now,” Yunjin gauges, like she’s making a guess on a life-or-death situation.

You don’t move. You don’t have the guts to cross this line. You’re just staring at her, like you’re lost, like you’re not even there.

“Hey,” Yunjin says, squeezing the leg wrapped around your ass, “Look at me.”

You look at her.

“You want this. I want this. Just focus on me, okay?” Yunjin soothes, gives you a quick peck on the lips. Then she takes control, makes the decision you can’t make for you.

You’ll fall into her, sink into her. She’ll grab you by your rear, like you’re grabbing hers, and push you forward, so you’re hilted in her again.

So you’ll start actually fucking her. It’s biological, some will say. It’s inevitable. But yes, shamefully, immorally, you start rocking in tune with her.

Then you’re bucking. Then its thrusting.

Then she’s moaning, throwing her head back, realising that yes, your dick might be the best thing that’s ever happened to her.

“Guh, gods, oh gods,” Yunjin’s all caught up in it, like you, lost to the pleasure. Only thinking of sinking thrust after thrust, of enjoying the velvet walls clinging like they’re suctioned to your shaft.

“Gngh,” You’ll pant. She’s clamping down. You have to lean forward, too, press your lips to the river running down her neck, kiss her there.

“Yes, that’s it, that’s perfect,” Yunjin acknowledges, wrapping her arms gently around you as you finally give in, finally tell her that yes, you want her too. You gasp, groan, lower your head, nose pressing against her chest, and then Yunjin helps you, uses a hand to help push up her cute tits so you can suck on them.

“Fuck, ah-“ Yunjin gasps as you lap up the droplets sliding down her right breast.

Yunjin really is the perfect, optimal fuck. If there was a checklist for desirable sex, she would tick every box. She’s nice and wet, making every thrust effortless, her moans genuine and intriguingly encouraging, like she’s telling you that you’re doing it right.

She’s feels tender, allowing you to sink in fully to enjoy delicious friction.

“You…You’ve got-ah-a magic dick,” Yunjin giggles in that goading manner, not quite gaudy and not quite gloating, but it still triggers something in you that makes you push in just that little bit rougher.

That makes her giddy, or stupid, because Yunjin no less than whoops as you up the ante, then cascades into a cascade of arousing noises as she does that angelic reach behind her back till she’s sprawling herself out, trusting you to hold her up properly.

“God,” You need to catch a breath, and not because you’re getting exhausted, but because the view is simply breathtaking.

Your body moves on instinct. You swing her around (Yunjin shrieks at the thrill of it all), jam the shower off and toss her—squealing and all—onto the bed.

It doesn’t matter, anyway. You both weren’t going to get clean. The bed’s going to be soaked with liquids eventually.

You’re fast. You get on top, and you’re back in. You’re pinning her down, lips resting in the crook of her neck as you take her, again and again as she reminds you: “Yes-ohfuckyes-that’s it you fucking stud.”

She’s clawing at your back, pulling at the toned flesh like how you’re splitting her apart. You lift your head away from the dark purple mark you’ve left on her neck, and the two of you get caught in a sweet little moment, where words start to fade and there’s just you and her, punctuated by the little sounds she makes every time you base.

Then she’s pulling you in, kissing you, tongue-twisting and lip-locking, and it really can’t get more genuine than that.

“I wanna cum. On your cock,” Yunjin says, not much of a demand as it is a plead. You consider for maybe a fraction of a second.

“Then do it.”

Yunjin splits into a smile, holding it well despite what must be nirvana every time you push into her, then she pulls you back down, like she’s hugging you, pushes one of your hands over her left breast; places the other to cup the right side of her face.

And she’s telling you then, wordlessly, that she wants is like this. Skin to skin, embracing, like you’re enveloping her, so that when she cums she’ll feel like she’s been owned.

With a whimper, her eyes slide shut, she holds on tight and lets herself come undone.

Your eyes slide shut, too, because when Yunjin cums her pussy spasms, milks you fiercely, and you really do have to try your best to hold on, even as her entire body begs you to finish with her.

You slow down, let her catch herself, come back down to reality. You rock slowly, driving just that bit more of sensitive pleasure till she quivers.

Her eyes slide open, filled with you.

“Are you going to cum inside?”Yunjin asks you softly, slides her right hand over, interlocks fingers with your right hand that’s been squeezing her tit like a stress ball.

“You’re asking?” You’re more than a surprised.

“Hmm?” Yunjin asks weakly, too exhausted to do much than just lie there, let you take her.

“Usually guys are the ones asking that.”

“Dunno. Too fucked to care,” Yunjin says with a sleepy smile, like she’s fine with the consequences, like she couldn’t care less if she got bred.

“I wanna, then. Inside,” You decide, and she nods, shifts a little, plays with your interlocked fingers.

“I want it deep, then, as deep as you can get. Want is splashing against my cervix.”

Her left hand slips to your waist as you start to reinstate the pace.

“You better cum as far inside me as possible.”

With that dirty talk, it takes you barely a dozen strokes before you’re pressing against her, hard, as you make sure you do exactly as you say, get as deep as possible before your mind turns to jelly and you’re cumming, pleasure addling your brain as you fill Yunjin with a copious amount of semen

“Fuck,” You hear Yunjin moan, her voice weirdly distant in the far reaches of your mind, “it’s like fucking lava…wow.”

“I love it.”

When you’ve collapsed, spent, pressed against her form as the two of you cuddle, Yunjin decides to bring up the obvious.

“You actually came in me.”

“You’ll be fine,” You say with confidence.

“I’m not on the pill.”

“I’m not going to get you pregnant. Even if I tried my hardest,” You say, shuffling about until Yunjin’s the little spoon.

Yunjin pauses, indignantly.

“Well,” Yunjin rounds the word carefully, like she’s about to suggest something crazy, “if you’re that confident…”

She slowly pushes your arms away, sits up, turns you from your side onto your back.

“Shall we go again?” Yunjin smiles brightly, her hand sneaking over to cup your tender shaft.

“You’re insatiable, aren’t you?” You ask, incredulously as Yunjin, seemingly energised with a load of cum lodged inside her, mounts you reverse cowgirl, lifting her ass slightly to line you up with her leaking cunt.

“I think I’m going to enjoy working with you a lot,” Yunjin smiles devilishly as her legs snap and she descends.

In Yunjin’s sleep, the world behind Yunjin’s closed eyes resembles a prism.

It’s not natural prism, however. It’s a prism of scattered glass and scattered lights. Imagine a perfectly round glass ball, shattered from a fifty-foot drop. That exact moment when the glass explodes outward like a million knives, the last moment the glass resembles a circular ball in any form, that’s Yunjin’s dream.

In the pure darkness, you’re walking through the explosion, walking on nothing, a dead-set look in your eye.

There’s a beam of light emitting from one of the glass shards- it traces the darkness like a laser pointer, reflecting off one glass fragment after another.

The dream starts to rotate, and when a glass shards flies over Yunjin’s vision, you disappear.

Yunjin panics. Her arm reaches out, and she feels herself float over to where you just were.

She stares at one of the foggy shards.

There’s something inside them; they aren’t transparent. Yunjin recoils in shock. There’s images in them, frozen stills. It’s like scenes cut from a film strip. There’s people in them.

Yunjin’s hand glances absentmindedly against one of them, trying to get a clearer picture.

She falls through the floor. The darkness swallows her.

When the next thought enters her brain, in the next moment, the first thing she hears is laughter. Giggling, like that of little children, before a stab of light hits and Yunjin has to squint to make out what she’s seeing.

She’s in a room. A bedroom. The yellowing of the wooden floorboards and cupboards give away the age of the furniture. The whole room looks aged. The design of everything looks startlingly dated.

There’s another giggle, and Yunjin’s eyes follow its sound to the figure strewn face-down across the bedsheets. She traces the well-drawn lines of her figure, absolutely void of imperfection. For a moment she really thinks she’s looking at a drawing, some sort of animated cartoon, but she quickly realises that this person is very real.

The figure cocks her head up to look at Yunjin, kicking her legs gently in the air, and all life in Yunjin’s lungs gets seized in a chokehold.

She is unbearably beautiful. Yunjin feels like she needs to rub her eyes, to make sure she’s not seeing wrong, to do a double take, pinch herself, anything.

The woman is breathtaking. Perfect features. Exceeding model standard.

“Hey, you’re staring,” the girl says, her eyes bending into crescents, her voice saccharine.

A deep voice rumbles in Yunjin’s throat, and with a startle she realise the voice is his.

“It’s not a sin to look.”

“Creep,” the girl smiles, rolling onto her back, stretching, and light seems to emanate from her figure and fill the room.

“Tzu,” Yunjin says in the voice that isn’t hers, “what do you want to do today?”

“You,” Tzu replies with a wink and a smile, “or whatever you want to do, as long as it’s with you.”

Yunjin chuckles, smiling to herself. The girl is so perfect. Yunjin wants to hold her, caress and trace her beauty with her own fingers.

“God, be selfish for a moment. I’m asking you genuinely. You can’t keep doing what I want to do. I’m asking seriously. It should be about you today.”

“Hmm,” Tzu ponders, a frown crossing her face. Yunjin wants to take a picture.

“Well, there’s a couple things I can think of,” Tzu says, turning to her side in mock contemplation, “I want us to get married, I want us to get a house, and I want you to give me babies. I want to raise them, and we’ll live perfectly together, all of us, till we’re grey, we’re old, and we return to a moment where it’s just the two of us again.”

Yunjin’s heart swells at the perfect girl’s confession, dedication to his heart. Anyone would swoon over such a pretty girl declaring everlasting love.

Yunjin laughs. “I don’t think we can do all that by today.”

“Well,” Tzu replies in a singsong voice, “you won’t know until you… try!”

Yunjin nods. “Well, can’t get our big day done without food. Breakfast first, marriage later.”

“I like the sound of that!” Tzu replies, picking herself up from the bed with such grace and lively energy.

“Of course you do, hmm darling? My perfect little Tzuyu-baby?”

Tzuyu tries her best to keep herself composed, but still flushes slightly.

“Ew.”

“Tsk,” Yunjin says, her voice as smooth as butter, “don’t pretend you don’t like it.”

“It’s embarrassing,” Tzuyu rolls her eyes, and even that is needlessly pretty, “especially when we go out. My boyfriend’s such a wuss, an infatuated little baby.”

“Your wuss,” Yunjin replies, walking forward and grasping both of Tzuyu’s wrists with her hands, pulling them up and over her and pinning them to bed as Tzuyu giggles.

“Your wuss,” Yunjin repeats, peppering kisses all over Tzuyu’s neck as she shrieks happily, “your infatuated little baby.”

Tzuyu smells like caramelised apples. Like vanilla. Candy. Sweet.

One could inhale her scent for hours. And just when it seems this girl can’t be more perfect, any more fever dream, the girl darts her head forward to place a light kiss on Yunjin’s lips, smiling and flushing as she does so.

Yunjin’s smile widens till it hurts.

“Breakfast by the street?” Yunjin asks.

“God yes,” Tzuyu leans her head back into the sheets, exposing a lethal dosage of bare skin, “I could kill for some pancakes.”

The two of you get out of bed quickly, with Tzuyu disappearing into the bathroom to put on a pretty sundress, accentuating her tall figure further. The whites mixed with black floral designs accentuate her golden skin tone perfectly. The outfit robs Yunjin’s breath away again, even though she vaguely knows this isn’t the first time Tzuyu’s twirled herself in this pretty little number.

She drags you hand in hand out the door.

“Say,” Yunjin begins as you reach the roadside, cute little rectangular boxes of cars slowly driving past, “I really am going to miss you so bad when I’m out there.”

“You say that every time,” Tzuyu replies, her smile still bright, but Yunjin notices the slightest falter.

“I can’t bear to go,” Yunjin explains.

“I know, but I’ll be right here when you get back.”

“That could be years, heck it’s already been years.”

Tzuyu lets go off Yunjin’s hand, and Yunjin immediately regrets everything she’s said and done, willing to do anything to get their hands linked back together.

Tzuyu spins to face her, gently sweeping back the hair that’s billowing angelically in the wind with one hand.

“Then I’ll just wait forever. When you come back, whenever that is, you’ll find me right here. Where I’ll always be.”

Yunjin wakes.

It’s still night. She’s curled up next to you, under the covers, sharing your heat. Yunjin rubs away the tear that’s pooled at the corner of her eye.

She knows it was real. That dream, she saw into your past for just a fraction of a moment. Yunjin glances up at your face again, spotting your own tear that has started to trickle down the side of your face, having escaped even as you lay asleep.

Now Yunjin knows. Knows how it feels. She wipes the tear away for you. She could care less about how she knew that that dream was real. All she does is gently place a kiss on your cheek, because she gets you now, ready to take on the challenge, wants to help you.

She falls back asleep.