Savior Chapter 1

Prologue 

Yoon Doah had heard the phrase “God is fair” often in her life and she’d joked about it just as often.

But after getting married at the age of twenty, she came to feel it more and more deeply.

Especially whenever she looked at her husband, she couldn’t help but think: God really did pour all the talent into one person.

“Honey!”

Today too, right on the dot at six o’clock, the man came home and began searching for her as she lounged on the couch.

Wait, was it even six o’clock? The clock was silent.

Doah rolled her eyes at the urgent voice echoing from the hallway by the entrance.

That antique standing clock, said to have been passed down from her husband’s grandparents, would normally ring out loudly like a phone alarm at six o’clock. Among all the relics in the house, it looked especially like junk.

The clock standing in the corner of the living room was supposed to release a cuckoo bird with a missing head at this time, but it remained quiet.

Normally, when her husband was due home and she glanced at the clock, the hour hand was always pointing downward. But today, it was off the mark. No wonder it hadn’t gone off.

The long minute hand ticked forward to the hour, just shy of the Roman numeral the short hand hadn’t yet reached.

It’s five o’clock. He’s not supposed to be home yet.

The man who followed his schedule religiously every day was suddenly off and the unease crept in.

“Honey, babe, darling.”

They say a woman’s intuition is never wrong. And in this case, it wasn’t. The string of pet names coming from him only revealed her rising anxiety.

Doah sat up and peeked over the back of the couch. There he was, a disheveled man heading straight for her.

Even from a distance, his unsteady gaze was obvious. His dark, confused eyes locked onto her.

“You were alone? No one came over, right?”

“Obviously. You were watching everything, weren’t you?”

Doah answered flatly.

How many CCTVs and home cams were in this house? As far as she knew, there wasn’t a single blind spot.

Not that I went looking. A man that smart wouldn’t leave even the tiniest gap so she already knew it would be pointless.

It wouldn’t be surprising if even the bathrooms were filled with cameras.

She sat cross-legged on the couch and waved her hand.

The man, who never so much as broke a sweat while working out, was now panting as if he’d sprinted the whole way.

Even as her casual wave made it clear she wasn’t concerned, he approached hesitantly, his unease plainly written on his face.

“You didn’t see anyone, right? You were alone the whole time, right? Hm?”

As he asked, he gently pressed her cheek into his hand. His black eyes scanned her body from head to toe, taking in the thin slip she was wearing.

Now what is it this time… She clicked her tongue in annoyance.

“Honey, you need to answer me. I’m worried, okay? Babe, sweetheart… you were home all day, right? No one came over? Honey, nothing happened, right? Hm? Honey. Honey. Honey.”

She had grown used to the way his questions started to spiral like this, even before they were married.

“Babe, honey, sweetie… My love. You only love me, right? There’s no one else, right? I’m the only one who knows your body, right?”

She found herself wondering what he’d gotten obsessed with this time, and her thoughts dragged on unnecessarily. Doah didn’t resist the hand that gripped her wrist as if it might break it. She met his gaze with her dark eyes.

“Do you want to check?” 

He wouldn’t believe her no matter what she said anyway. Her husband, who was in a state of panic like this, didn’t believe her or listen to her no matter what she said. 

She relaxed her legs and placed one foot on his solid shoulder. The red nail polish her husband had carefully applied that morning sparkled prettily.

The feeling of the shirt beneath her sole was still pleasant. She could sense lingering warmth beneath the smooth fabric.

When she put her other leg on the sofa, her vagina, which was not wearing a single piece of underwear, was exposed. His dark eyes opened in a dazed manner. 

“I still have the thing that you put in this morning.”

The semen that had been deeply injected into her every night and into the morning was so viscous that it was still thick. It was clear that some of the semen that had not been properly removed. Even when they went to the bathroom two or three times, he was still filling up inside. 

His shoulder, which was being stepped on by her feet, slowly lowered. He knelt down under the sofa and let out a hot breath. He pressed the tip of his nose against her vagina. 

“Haa, it smells like urine…. You’re cute.” 

Her sweaty black hair shook as he rubbed her vagina with the tip of his nose as if smelling a sweet scent. What on earth was good about this, what was cute about this? The crazy man’s thoughts were incomprehensible. 

Do-ah poked her fingers through his black hair and gently stroked his heated scalp. 

“Honey, you still have an erection. Look at this. Your clit is hard.”

Still? You saw it just this morning, so what are you saying? Who made it like this in the first place? He sucked it for hours a day, saying that it was her favorite place and that he always wanted to touch it.

He didn’t care about the love juice and the urine flowing out. He continued sucking it for hours at a time, and several times. After doing that for several years, there was no way this delicate part would be okay.

The clitoris, which he had bitten and sucked so much that her body changed, could not return to its original shape.

Growing noticeably larger just as this crazy guy wanted, her clit would reveal itself outside the flesh with a single touch. He called it an erection.

He stuck his nose into her vagina as if he was doing aromatherapy and took a deep breath. When he finally exhaled, her vagina twitched as if it were ticklish. He placed his lips on the flesh and enjoyed the sensation.

Even though she didn’t do anything special, he wasn’t thinking straight. He was crazy in many ways.

‘Honey, please marry me. I’ve found a house in a really nice place. Of course, you won’t have to work for the rest of your life. You can buy whatever you want.’

Arranged marriage was, in truth, entirely unreasonable. But that was from the other side’s point of view. As far as she was concerned, there was nothing to lose.

Money, a house, and property were conditions anyone would envy. She had shown up with nothing but her body, not even a change of clothes. But then again, she’d had nothing to begin with, so there was nothing to miss.

Except for not being able to see her family or friends.

‘Well, I paid off all the debt they had, so it’s fine.’

She figured he was still sending them money for living expenses every month. He wasn’t the type to lie over something as petty as that, so she didn’t doubt it.

‘Yeah, at least he hasn’t gone so far as to try and kill my family in one of his obsessive fits.’

She let out a sigh. Her relationship with her family hadn’t been good to begin with, and she didn’t have many friends either. Whatever ties she had left had faded while she was with him.

‘Gosh…’

It was during a break at work. She hadn’t even been at the café for five minutes. Who knows how or when he had been watching? But this lunatic had somehow managed to track her down among all the cafés on that crowded street.

The man who always used to purr like a spoiled cat now looked like a beast who couldn’t see anything. His shoulders twitched with a wild intensity, rising and falling as if he’d just finished some violent workout, unable to steady his breath.

“Honey.”

A soft voice broke the afterimage of the past. When she lowered her head, his black eyes stared at her as if reprimanding her. Not satisfied with that, he bit her clitoris tightly.

“Ngh!”

His long tongue licked her clitoris with satisfaction at her moan. He was almost tender, like a beast grooming its young.

When she reached up to his messy hair, the wax, smeared by sweat, clung to her fingers with a sticky feel.

As she brushed back the black strands, a pale forehead came into view. Below it, his thick eyebrows sloped gently downward. Even his eyebrows were handsome. Wasn’t that just unfair?

His eyelashes, longer than hers, cast soft shadows over his dark eyes. Every time he blinked, they fluttered gracefully like a fan. When she smoothed his hair, the eyes beneath sparkled with pleasure.

Doah gently stroked his forehead. As her fingers ran through his ever-messy hair, something snagged, her nail caught on something. The odd sensation made her lean in closer.

When she pressed down on the back of his head, she heard a sharp inhale from below. Gasp, like he’d lost his breath. But instead of pushing her away, the man only gripped her hips tighter, pulling her in. Absolutely insane.

She let out her love juice without stopping as he hurriedly sucked her vagina. It didn’t feel good to have the liquid being sucked from my body, but there was something else I had to worry about right now. 

Do-ah brushed all of his hair away and examined his smooth forehead. 

She saw his hairline and forehead. It wasn’t a noticeable part, but since one of her few hobbies was looking at his face, there was no way she hadn’t seen it. 

This was a scar that should never have been here. 

Of course, if she knew how much he liked this face, there was no way he would have a scar on his face. It wasn’t even there this morning. 

If it caught on her nail like that, the cut must have been deep. It’s definitely not something that would heal by the afternoon.

She grabbed the back of the black head that was sucking her pussy and forcibly pulled it away.

Lick.

He was even greedy enough to wipe the love juice flowing down his chin with the back of his hand as if it was a waste.

“You got a scar?”

Flinch.

His black eyes wandered through the air, lost about where to go. It was really great hypocrisy to flinch and shrink like a dog being scolded.

“Honey, what happened?”

She was right, so she had seized the opportunity. If she had missed this, this vicious bastard would surely thrust her insides until they were crushed.

“I’m sorry…. The face that you like got hurt.”

“…….”

When she closed her mouth, the person hurriedly bent down, perhaps thinking dark thoughts alone. He then kneeled on the floor and affectionately placed his cheek on her thigh.

“I’m sorry. I should have killed that fucking bastard.”

The soft voice that spoke of an apology sounded like it was on the verge of tears, but the words that followed were full of harsh insults. It was unexpected. Out of all the places, if his face was injured to that extent, it didn’t seem likely that the other person’s life would be spared. And yet, they were left alive?

Wasn’t this the pretentious man who had turned the one who suggested working with her into a coma patient? And the person he had hurt was a returning student, someone she had never even spoken to before.

Of course, this man, who had seized both money and power, cleverly used it to suppress all the jealousy that came in the form of crime.

Though the crimes this man committed hadn’t been exposed yet, if the number of incidents increased, it would be her who would be in trouble. After all, when this obsessively possessive man went to prison, there was no way he would leave her untouched.

“It’s okay. You’re manly and cool.”

“Really?”

She nodded as if she truly liked it, gently running her fingers over the scar.

“But how did this happen? It must’ve hurt.”

“Yeah, I got hurt a few months ago.”

“Was it there this morning too?”

“No, it wasn’t. I was in another world and just got back.”

“…….”

This crazy guy seemed like he was trying to go crazy in another direction now. He’d already done a 180-degree turn, what would happen if he turned further? Would he become a normal person? It was something she couldn’t understand, not having studied psychology.