Amelia
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"No lights?" Yoo-yeon asked, her voice laced with concern. While some light streamed in from the open entrance, it wasn't enough to properly inspect the interior. The inside windows, mostly covered with various objects, were stained black, allowing only faint, hazy light to filter through. He nervously pressed the switch a few more times, then gave up completely and turned around. "Well, can't be helped, I guess. Seems like a power issue, but we can't fix that. For now, let's just turn this on and…-
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"We slept together." Yoo-yeon, processing the meaning of his words, turned her head stiffly like a broken robot. Just a moment ago, he was staring intently at her, but now he was nonchalantly fiddling with his gun, looking somewhat aloof. "Ugh, what's wrong with this thing?" He was casually tapping his gun, as if he was annoyed. Yoo-yeon thought back to yesterday again. 'Well... you're human, so you must have desires, and there's this anxiety about whether you really have no interactions with men. Why?…
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The sensation of climaxing, tearing through my urethra, was cruelly euphoric. The pulsing, thrumming in my pants lasted for ages, a testament to how long I’d held back. To reach climax just from the taste of wetness, a groan, and the tight pressure of my pants—what a pathetic male body. Then again, it was an overwhelming stimulus for a body so starved that it could get hard just from her smiling face. My vision, which had gone white, slowly returned, but I was still panting from the afterglow of…
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He carefully lifted her awkwardly worn bra, stripping it off. The trembling that had been pressing on his heart transformed into an unparalleled excitement at the sight of her fully exposed breasts. Her breasts were like pure white whipped cream cupcakes, and he was a beggar who hadn't eaten in five years. Ryung impatiently reached out his tongue to the inviting cherry on top of the cupcake before him. The flesh was softer than he'd imagined and hotter than her usual body temperature. Enthralled, Ryung…
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What in the world...? Ryung kept closing and opening his eyes, wondering if what was happening right now was real. The way her lips moved, as if tracing his, was sultry, and her slow blinking eyes seemed to beckon him closer. When he was sure this wasn't a dream, he wondered if he was misunderstanding her intentions. He slowly sat up and counted the empty liquor bottles on the table. Three bottles – way more than she usually drank. It was past midnight, and only a few scattered people remained in the…
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It was way past bedtime, usually lights out, but this welcome party for the newbies just wouldn't quit. The table was loud with drunk people, but Ryung just sat there quietly, staring at the door. From across him, his colleague who joined at the same time, Kihyun, refilled his glass and tutted. "Still waiting for the team leader? If she's not here by now, she ain't coming." Ryung suddenly started biting his nails and shaking his leg. "Damn it, she didn't trip on the way, did she? And no one carried her…
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I almost asked, Do you like baseball too? but stopped. It was still because I couldn't figure out what to call him. As if reading my mind, he suggested, "Should we introduce ourselves?" His voice was soft, almost languid. "What's your name?" "...It's Lee Jieon." "Age?" "Thirty-three." "Ah, no wonder. You seem like a nonna." His muttered comment secretly irked me. I didn't want to admit it, but maybe it was a sign of getting older, but after thirty, I'd become sensitive to comments like…-
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We decided to meet up again at 8 PM. It kinda sucked, but it seemed like Taeyoung had something going on tonight 'cause he asked if we could push back our dinner plans a little. He'd already canceled his dinner, but figured he'd still be home later than usual. No biggie for me, though. I'm practically jobless, so eating dinner an hour or two later wasn't gonna kill me. After he left for wherever he was going—his job? a hobby spot? who knows—I slowly finished up the recycling and headed back home.…
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Since that day, I saw him quite often. So often, in fact, that "quite often" felt like an understatement. “Hi, noona.” Was being next-door neighbors really supposed to mean running into each other this frequently? It wasn't even nine in the morning yet. I was standing in front of the elevator, my hands full of recycling bags, and awkwardly turned my head. “…Hi.” Still, after seeing him countless times over the past week, my surprise quickly faded. I nodded in greeting and fixed my gaze…
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This is all Han Cheol-woo's fault. The arrow naturally turned towards him, just like it had for the past eight years. Of course, him being the sole reason I can't stand being alone wasn't 100% true, but it was at least more than half. Han Cheol-woo was the perfect person to dump all my resentment on. I shamelessly showered him with all the curses in the world, directed at him probably having a blast with his boyfriend right now. But soon, even that felt meaningless. I clucked my tongue and turned off my…
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