Whisper Chapter 29

A body untouched by even a single hand was sacred yet more lewd than anything in the world. Never once had he ever thought such a thing upon seeing a woman’s body.

 

It was merely a hole for excretion—never had he felt such a desire to devour her down to the bone, his vision spinning. All he did was lift her T-shirt slightly to expose one side of her breast.

 

He was appalled, feeling like a greenhorn about to leak precum. His gaze darkened with complex emotions as he looked down at Lee Heewoo, trembling uncontrollably, lost in pleasure she had never experienced.

 

“……Hueup, S-Sir.”

 

Tears continued to overflow from her eyes. Her voice, desperately calling the man who had reduced her to this state, quivered thinly. Cha Gyeol cupped her pert, risen breast. The flesh filling his palm felt supple and sticky. With his other hand, he pressed warmly against her soaked pants, rubbing.

 

“You drank alcohol with a body like this, you fucking—”

 

“Hueu… I’ll n-never, heuk, do it again, a-ahh…”

 

“Sweetheart, I fucking wanna rail this body. You know that, right? Right?”

 

Cha Gyeol, unhinged, felt unfamiliar, and Heewoo finally burst into tears. Most of his words were incomprehensible, and the way her body was being touched felt so alien it might as well not be hers.

 

It was terrifying and strange, yet pleasurable. She wanted more, her thighs wettening on their own, tensing and relaxing repeatedly. The sensation of fluid trickling made her wonder if her body was broken.

 

On top of that, Cha Gyeol—who had never properly seen her bare skin—gritted his teeth while groping and exposing her, staring as if to devour her. Her swollen breasts made her nipples itch. Everything was so bizarre her mind went blank.

 

“Hueo… Wh-what, railing… sobb.”

 

As her crying erupted, bitterness flooded in. She wiped her gushing tears, but Cha Gyeol braced his arms beside her head and abruptly brought his face close. Startled, her tears vanished instantly. Watching Heewoo hiccup, Cha Gyeol licked away her tears with his tongue.

 

Just as she thought it was over, Cha Gyeol pressed his lower body against hers. Something heavy and bulging stuck precisely where her pussy was.

 

Cha Gyeol licked the tears at the corners of her eyes, then dragged his tongue over her clumped eyelashes. He even licked her closed eyelids, her reflexes forcing them shut.

 

“What else? Your pussy, sweetie. Fuckin’ animals go rabid over pussy holes. No wonder they call you a Sweetheart, crying so pitifully. Shh, cry more—I love it.”

 

After licking her eyes and face, he flicked the beauty mark on her nose with his tongue and bit her cheek.

 

Though her tears had dried, her chest heaved sharply with lingering sobs. Her face crumpled as he sucked her cheeks, yet even that was endearing. Her skin, smelling of baby lotion, was sweet.

 

His teeth itched to chew her. The sounds of her hiccups and whimpers mixed with the slurping of her cheeks—far from lewd—yet Cha Gyeol’s cock strained against his clothes, threatening to tear through. His pre-cum had soaked his underwear.

 

“Fuck, I’m such a bastard, right? But why’s it so sweet? Your face is fucking sweet.”

 

…Cha Gyeol seemed insane. Claiming her face was sweet, he alternately bit and sucked everywhere. Her face was drenched in saliva. His occasional thrusts below twisted her entire body. Finding her cheeks insufficient, he nibbled her nose, sucked her chin, and even tried licking her eyeballs.

 

When a panicked Heewoo covered her eyes with her palms, he slobbered over the backs of her hands.

 

…Lika a damn dog. He wreaked havoc on her face like a rabid mutt.

 

“S-Sir! Stop s-sucking!”

 

“Fuck, I wanna stop this shit too.”

 

Cha Gyeol raised his upper body and began thrusting against her lower half. It was a clothed dry hump. He’d never done such a pathetic act. Utterly ridiculous.

 

Even this—rubbing against her through clothes—sent pleasure surging.

 

“Haaahk!”

 

“Huu.”

 

Heewoo, too, seemed to feel it. Her saliva-glazed face tilted back. As he ground his cock against her pussy, she arched her waist and collapsed without even screaming.

 

Truly, she was born with a sensitive body. Gripping her trembling pelvis, Cha Gyeol thrust harder. Only after cumming in his clothes did he realize Heewoo had fainted.

 

***

 

She was dreaming.

 

She knows it’s a dream yet keeps walking forward. Her grandmother appears ahead. Her grandmother sat on the shrine’s veranda. As Heewoo tried to approach her unchanging figure, her grandmother turned her head.

 

Heewoo halted.

 

Her grandmother’s frosty gaze stopped her in her tracks. It seemed to say, Don’t come closer. Heewoo wanted to cry. After a piercing stare, her grandmother averted her eyes. Heewoo stood awkwardly, unable to step forward or turn back.

 

– ‘Grandmother.’

 

Even when called in a tearful voice, her grandmother didn’t respond. Heewoo had no one but her. Suddenly, intense fear overwhelmed her.

 

Ah, this is a dream, she thought, but the emotions remained. Loneliness, sorrow, and bitterness—as if she were the last person on Earth—wrenched her heart, aching and swaying.

 

– ‘…Why?’

 

Why do I exist like this? Why must I live this way? Unasked questions surfaced.

 

It’s not my fault. It’s not my doing. She felt sad and angry. Her grandmother, back turned, wrote something with a brush. Heewoo stared at her small, frail back with mournful eyes.

 

– ‘Heewoo, you won’t be swallowed by evil. I won’t allow it.’

 

A crisp voice echoed loudly in her ears. Grandmother—she tried to approach, but her legs wouldn’t move.

 

– ‘Live well. Do what others do. Do what you want.’

 

The small figure in the distance grew fainter. She stomped her feet in frustration and shouted with all her might.  

 

Gasp!  

 

She woke up.  

 

As she blinked her cold eyes, a teardrop that had gathered fell. She must have cried in her sleep. Taking a deep breath, she tried to shake off the lingering feeling of the dream.  

  

 

– Did you have a nightmare?  

– Was it because of us?  

– Don’t say nonsense like that. Her life is just messed up.  

– Wow, this one’s got a sharp tongue first thing in the morning.  

  

 

Familiar voices reached her ears. Only then did Lee Heewoo realize she was in the room where she was staying, and last night’s events came back to her.    

 

“…Crazy.”   

 

– Hey, she’s swearing.  

– Maybe a dog appeared in her dream?  

– So crude.  

 

“I must have lost her mind. Ugh!”  

 

As fragmented memories flashed rapidly through her mind up until she passed out, Lee Heewoo pulled the blanket over her head and shuddered. Then, suddenly, she flung the blanket off, revealing only her disheveled hair and flushed face. She blinked her large eyes rapidly.  

 

What did she do with Cha Gyeol?  

 

Aunty had once said that when a man and a woman press their bellies together, a baby is made.  

 

She had been around twelve or thirteen at the time. Since the shrine was always quiet, Aunty would talk a lot to herself while working. One day, she had mentioned how two people in the neighborhood had fallen for each other, pressed their bellies together, and ended up with a child. Sitting quietly beside her, Heewoo had asked why falling for someone meant pressing bellies together and why pressing bellies resulted in a child.  

 

‘…Why do they press their bellies together if they fall in love? And how does that make a baby?’  

‘Because when you press your bellies together, it happens.’  

‘But how do you press bellies together?’  

‘You just—ugh, this is frustrating. There’s a way. You’ll understand when you grow up.’  

‘Mm… pressing bellies must hurt.’  

‘Hurt? It feels good.’  

‘…It feels good?’  

‘Of course. That’s why people go crazy when they can’t do it.’  

 

Finding Aunty’s words incomprehensible, Heewoo had once gone to the town library to look it up in a book. Egg and sperm meet to form a zygote… Even after looking at the illustrations, she hadn’t understood a thing and had simply closed the book.  

 

Now, furrowing her brows and racking her brain, Lee Heewoo suddenly tousled her own hair as if pulling it out.  

 

Ah, I don’t know. I have no idea.  

 

Then, as she recalled her dream, her expression darkened. It was a dream—since it was a dream, only good things should have appeared. A dream where she soared through the sky with her grandmother, or a dream where they played joyfully together. Why did even her dreams have to be so sorrowful?  

 

– Did something happen?  

– A woman must always be neat. Your hair is a mess. You shouldn’t be like that, okay?  

  

 

Lee Heewoo let out a deep sigh and got up from her seat. She could tell it was morning, but she wasn’t sure what time it was. Lifting her head and looking around, she rubbed her eyes several times with the back of her hand as she stared at a clock with hands but no numbers.  

 

 

“…Ah, w-what time is itt-t?”