Chapter 45 - Waiting for you

3 crisscrosses on her each inner thɨġh. She bites her lips to not cry out in pain. He rubs his thumbs on the wounds. "Does it hurt, my dear Hana?"

She gives him a painful nod. She doesn't want to be more hurt. She wants it to be over. She is no pretending to be brave anymore. Her facade is broken now. Satisfied by her response, he says to her in a mellow voice, "If you can endure a little more, I will allow you to bring our child to this world."

She lets out a gasp when he penetrates her. He runs his bloody palms on her back and squeezes the wounded flesh. Each line on the crisscross denotes the time when she slept with Do Sejin. "Does it hurt more, my dear? You can say it to me if it hurts. You are allowed to only say it to me."

It's painful. It hurts. Too much. She whimpers, keeping her voice for only him to hear it. He beams under his mask and begins to pound her hard. Each time he rams into her, he would squeeze the flesh on her back. Each time he slams against her, the mere touch of his crotch with the wounds on her inner thɨġhs hurt her beyond words.

"Good girl." His voice is soft. Loving. Soothing. "Get your treatment. Fight the disease and survive, my dear Hana. You can defeat death again. You must bring our child to this world. I am waiting for it. You will be the mother. I will be the father. A complete family. No one else will come between us."

He is excited by the thought. Their child. He comes inside her, filling her walls with his warm fluid. But, it doesn't stop. His rod thickens again inside her slippery wall. He doesn't stop rubbing his palms on her back for a single second. The bed creaks each time he grinds her walls. She pants for air. The pain. It feels good."The name of our child is Ha-Neul."

Ha-Neul means Sky.

He slows down his thrusts and kneads her mounds. "Close your eyes, my dear."

She shuts her eyes close. He removes his mask and takes her lips. Slow and gentle thrusts with soft rubs on her mounds. She allows his tongue to violate her mouth. When she tries to rub her tongue against his, he pulls back. She whɨnės, but she doesn't open her eyes.

"Love me more," She mȯȧns.

Love. Sex. Pain. Miseries. She can't differentiate anymore.

He smiles and carries her to the bathroom. He lays down her inside the bathroom. She flinches when the cold running water rains down the crisscrosses. He begins kissing them one by one. A soft brush of his lips.

"You endured your punishment well." He hugs her tightly. "Did you like it?"

"Yes," She tells him honestly, eyes still closed. "Take me with you."

"I can't." He looks at her sadly. "Not yet. You are not ready. Give in to it. Don't fight it. When you have accepted yourself completely, I want you to find me, my dear Hana. I want you to come to me."

She hasn't opened her eyes once. He can't reveal his face to her yet. Beautiful. He tries to memorize her face. Beautiful. She is the only one in this world. "When the sun rises tomorrow, you will become my Hana. I will be waiting for you to come to me."