Guest Ch 15

West Fort Owner, Blue Hawk (6)

How long has it been since I quit smoking? I think I stopped touching them after I got discharged from the military.

“I’m drying out without a cigarette.”

It’s been a while since I’ve thought about smoking like this. I sat down on the rooftop railing, where the safety bar had been removed, and swung my legs. The reason I, who used to tremble in fear from heights, could now pull off something so bold was that the shock had yet to wear off.

‘Ah, what kind of Prophet am I? I don’t really get it, but they keep saying that. It’ll probably be revealed soon enough that I’m not.’

The thoughts that I had been ignoring for so long had started to change.

‘Even if I go back to where I used to live, It would still end up like this six years from now. If this is what Seoul will be like when I’m 29, what’s the point of going back? The only way I can survive in the original world is by preventing its destruction.’

I understand now why the other Prophets were so desperate. It wasn’t heroism that drove ordinary photographers, novelists, doctors, real estate agents, and brewery workers, who were suddenly thrust into a strange, terrifying world, to use their newfound abilities to help others.

It was a desperate effort to protect the world they once lived in and the one they would live in. The future was far too horrific to dismiss as a fleeting nightmare, as the man had said. No one would want a future like this.

“Haa…”

A sigh escapes from my lungs, which had been desperately craving a cigarette. Unable to bear staring at the dust-filled sky any longer, I closed my eyes.

Whoosh.

The wind swept across the rooftop, its cold touch slipping under my clothes, brushing my stomach and chest, lingering on my neck and wrists. What once felt like a gentle caress now pressed into my skin, leaving behind invisible fingerprints.

This was no ordinary breeze. It pressed down on my hands, arms, neck, and chest, as though the wind had taken on a physical form. Startled, I opened my eyes, only to find my entire vision flooded with vivid red light.

“Huh?”

Red masses fluttered like a woman’s skirt in the wind. Red spider lilies. The red spider lilies swayed like waves. The scene felt familiar, and I realized why instantly. It was the same place I had dreamed of at my grandmother’s house.

“What is this? A dream?”

Dreaming of the same place again, and so vividly. Could it really exist?

Panicking, I tried to stand, but it was a futile struggle. What I had mistaken for the wind was, in fact, someone’s hand.

“You seem to have time to think about other things.”

A whisper in my ear nearly stopped my heart. I felt a hand brushing my wrist—slowly, gently, almost tenderly.

The man had dark, thick eyebrows that were usually hidden by his hair, now more prominent than ever. He was the one who, when my mind was racing, had ordered, “Go outside and get some fresh air.” The man who was used to being called ‘Captain’ was now sitting on top of me.

His thick black eyebrows framed long, lush eyelashes that seemed like they would make a soft rustling sound whenever he blinked. His pale face, stark against the shadows of those lashes, held emotions that were unfamiliar to me.

It was a familiar face, but the expression on it was strange.

Was he angry with me? No… his emotions seem too hot for it to be just anger. It feels like they could burn me.

His hand trailed up my neck and grasped my face. The warmth startled me. The breath he exhaled, slowly and damply, was warm too, brushing against me as he moved closer.

This isn’t the man I thought I knew. The one who hacked a wild dog, stripped off my clothes, barked orders, and spoke in a cold, detached tone that showed no trace of emotion. But now, as he touched me like this, bringing his lips near…

“Honestly, I can’t take my eyes off you for even a second. The moment I look away, you try to escape like this.”

…Wait, hold on. I can’t keep up with what’s happening. What is this? Why is this dream like this?

Still reeling from shock, I stared at him blankly. He plucked a blade of grass from my face, whispering as he touched my earlobe.

“So, how was it? Did you enjoy the game of tag? I won again.”

He slowly lowered his head, pressing his lips to mine as I froze. My vision blurred and trembled. He parted his lips instinctively, his tongue slipping out to brush against my gums.

It felt like being struck by lightning. I couldn’t bring myself to say, “I don’t like this.” Not because of the weight he pressed against me, but because of the heat spreading through my mouth. The sensation of our tongues intertwining was unlike anything I had ever felt. My fingers, which had been gripping the dirt, trembled and lost their strength.

The kiss was too deep. I couldn’t even figure out when to breathe. He skillfully bit my lip and sucked on the inside of my tongue, and I struggled to keep up with his movements. Occasionally, when he saw me gasping for air, he let out a soft laugh, clearly pleased by my struggle.

“Why are you acting like this? As if it’s your first time.”

It—it’s not my first time?! Have we done this many times before?!

I stood frozen with a shocked expression, and the hand that had been gently brushing the corners of my eyes slid down to my waist.

One of his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me tightly against his firm chest. He had grabbed my waist like this before, even at the Han River cruise dock. But the intensity and feeling now were completely different from back then.

The body that held me so tightly I couldn’t move was burning with heat. His body rubbed against mine through our clothes, like someone overwhelmed with desire. Even the hot breath he released on my face felt so natural, as if it wasn’t his first time doing this.

“You smell like flowers,”

he muttered between shallow breaths.

“The scent is so overwhelming. It drives me crazy because it’s you.”

I opened my mouth to tell him to stop, but before I could, he turned his head and kissed me again, as if he had been waiting. My voice was swallowed into his mouth. I could clearly hear his rough breathing, and his excitement flowed through his body into mine.

“Say my name.”

As he whispered that, he bit my lip and slowly took off his shirt. Beneath it, his body was covered in countless scars. What immediately caught my eye were the fingernail marks on his shoulders, chest, and neck.

The marks were clearly left by someone clutching onto him. They seemed to be from a partner during sex. How passionately must they have intertwined their bodies for someone to cling to him so intensely? The sex must have been so rough that it left these wounds on his body.

Each time his finely toned muscles moved, shadows danced across his skin. The tendons bulged and shifted under the muscles as the shadows lengthened and shortened with each movement.

His body, which had once smelled of a cool breeze, now had a distinct fishy scent. The smell of water. No, it wasn’t just that…

Wait, this fishy smell… it’s se, se, se, se, s*men.

“Hurry.”

As he spoke sweetly, his hand slid even lower. His fingertips slowly tracing down my spine made me shiver. His fingers slipped into the hole where he had once inserted a cotton swab.

Even though the entrance had been stiff when the cotton swab was inserted, his fingers slipped in easily. His fingers curled like hooks, scraping my insides. I should have recoiled in disgust from the intense foreign sensation, but my body reacted in a way I hadn’t expected. It was as if my body thought of his touch as foreplay.

Something was even leaking from the hole his fingers had spread open. The same fishy smell from his body was now strongly emanating from the opening.

This, this is inside my body…

“Haa, aah…”

Even though I flinched and moaned in shock, the hole from which s*men flowed didn’t close. His eyes, looking down at me as I panted, were filled with lust. I saw that gaze and instinctively knew. This man was the one who had released his s*men inside me.

“Oh, not inside, don’t do it inside…”

Even as my voice trembled, the man didn’t pull his fingers out. Instead, he added another, then another, as he continued to explore my body. His hands relentlessly dug into my wet insides, making my waist give way. Watching me struggle and moan, his throat bobbed as he swallowed.

Gulp.

The sound of his swallowing was drowned out by the pounding of my heart.

The heat from our touching bodies, his excited expression, his slow, deep breaths, and the thick scent of flesh. All of this was foreign to me, yet I was confused by how familiar it felt to accept him with an instinct stronger than anything I had ever known.

It felt like my body remembered him, as if we had done this often before.

“Hurry, okay?”

The man pulled down his pants and underwear at once and pressed his lower body against my softened opening. Something larger and heavier than his fingers pushed into the wet hole they had prepared. It was a thick, solid pillar that couldn’t be compared to his fingers.

‘!’

As the hot, stiff thing slowly parted my insides, I couldn’t even make a sound.

You’re too big… too…

I looked up at him with tearful eyes. He wasn’t even looking down at what he was doing, his gaze fixed on my face. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, as if he believed I had spread my legs for him on my own.

No, that’s not it, no, this is…

With the forceful pressure pushing into me, I felt a strange sensation as if my lungs would collapse if I didn’t take a breath. I opened my mouth quickly. A moan that I had been holding back finally escaped.

“Haah…!”

Slap.

Each time he moved, my wet insides convulsed. My mouth couldn’t close as heat wrapped around my entire body. I couldn’t control myself. My entire body trembled as the sex rhythmically pushed in and out of the wet space.

“Ah, it hurts, stop, ah…!”

Hearing my strained groans, the man spoke with a faint smile.

“It hurts? You’re used to it by now.”

“Ugh, hmm, ugh…”

“Are you going to keep moaning like that? Hm?”

“Ugh, don’t move, ah…”

“Ha, you’re something else.”

The man responded to each of my reactions with precision. He hugged me tightly and rocked his hips. The pressure deep inside me left me breathless.

“Haa, ha.”

The moans coming out of me didn’t feel like my own. Slowly, very slowly, this massive, hot thing moved inside me, driving me crazy.

It feels too full. My lower abdomen feels swollen, like it would bulge out if I touched it.

“Haah, haah, Woo Hyunho.”

He called my name in a trembling voice, gripping the dirt with hands that couldn’t move.

“Haa, Hyunho.”