Chapter 116 - There's Nothing Needed To Maintain Again

"He's not a good guy ...." Daehyun mumbled.

I smiled bitterly after hearing the words. That's true. Now, he wasn't a good guy. But, in the past, he was a nice guy who I loved the most.

I reminisced by saying, "I knew he was cheating on me. I knew that he had slept with many people out there, so he rarely return home for me. He didn't spend much time with me anymore. And, when I called him, he seldom answered my calls and always keeps me waiting. Until I think that our relationship is truly broken."

My eyes were sore with this inner wound. "However, it's nothing. I could still stand by his behavior."

Paused for a moment, I lifted my face, then continued, "The thing that made me almost unable to stand was that when he came back, he always scolded me, shouted at me, accused me of something I never did. His rude attitude couldn't make me last any longer. He was grumpy but not as bad as now. Plus, he's been lying to me all this time too. I'm tired to last much longer. What's more, I'm sick physically and mentally. I feel like I've lost myself."

"I stay like his mistress who was waiting his turn to be spoiled by him." I snorted softly before continuing, "But, do I deserve to be called his mistress? I have cared for him for years; gave my whole heart to me; cooked for him; served his lust; can I still be called a mistress? I hardly even used the money he sent except for my medical expenses. And that's because I'm in a state of urgency."

Daehyun was still silent beside me. He had not said anything yet. However, I reluctantly turned to look at him and spoke again, "I sometimes think about why does he have to change when we've been in this relationship for so many years? If he wants to change, why didn't he do it at the beginning of our relationship? He changes when I already think of him as the only person I have, this is so unfair to me."

After my words, Daehyun asked all of a sudden, "Do you want to come back to him?"

The question immediately made me turn to him. Frowning, I replied, "I told you I would never come back to him."

He smiled stupidly, "I do love you but, if you want to come back to him, then do it. Don't hold yourself back."

"Daehyun, stop asking me such a thing!" I almost shouted.

However, he ignored me, then repeated the same question, "I'll ask you one more time, do you want to come back to him?"

Even though his voice sounded calm, each word that was pressed, emphasized the question he asked.

I answered with a low voice, "No, what's wrong? Why are you suddenly asking such a question? You're weird, you know."

Weird? Heh, actually, I was the only one who's acting weird right now.

Slowly, he shifted his body so that he was closer to me. His hand touched my face and as soon as his face came to me, I reflexively turned sideways to avoid a kiss on the lips.

He grabbed my face, then said in his alluring voice full of sweeping tenderness, "I want to do it, could we do it again tonight?"

By looking into his eyes, I thought very carefully. Thinking about bad or good things that could happen at any time. Initially, I was about to refuse, but as soon as my second thought appeared, I became a hopeless person.

"Daehyun, don't forget that I'm sick," I muttered, trying to remind him.

His face turned pitiful. He said in a gentler voice, "I know. But, what else can I do?"

As soon as Daehyun brought his face closer, I tilted my head, let him bite my neck, then wet my neck with the semen saliva on his mouth.

Besides, what do I need to defend? What pride do I need to uphold? Or, whose heart do I need to protect again?

Nothing.

There's nothing needed to maintain again.

Daehyun immediately pressed me beneath him and smiled with satisfaction. He whispered intimately in my ear, "I'll please you tonight."

He started kissing every inch of my body, then slowly descended to the bottom and did a blowjob for me.

This room seemed to be filled with sounds of intimacy. As soon as Daehyun started doing it, he was very careful as if he didn't want to injure my body. But, still, emotionally this wasn't something that made me feel good.

From the first time until the second time we did it, I never really enjoyed it.

Moments in the sea of ​​heat, Daehyun smiled with satisfaction after filling my body with the clear liquid. He truly looked satisfied on his face physically.

I was about to fall asleep. However, no matter how much I tried to close my eyes, still, I couldn't do it. I felt like I just had a terrible nightmare.

After revealing the burdens in my heart, now I plunged myself into something that was even more destructive to who I was.

Until finally, Daehyun voiced behind my body, "Chunghee, are you okay? Did I hurt you? You have to take a shower so you don't have a stomachache."

Without turning around, I replied, "No need. I'm fine. You're also doing it more gently than before, don't worry."

Actually my body felt crushed, but I was used to this kind of pain, so I wasn't that worried about it again.

"Then, why aren't you sleeping yet?" he asked again.

I was stunned for a moment before replying, "You haven't slept either, have you?"

Finishing my words, his hands suddenly wrapped around me. "I can't sleep."

There was silence. Still embracing me, I could feel his warm breath against the nape of my neck. Until a few moments later, I said, "I want you to do something for me ...."

"What is it?"

I took a deep breath before saying my words carefully, "If you meet Donghwa, just tell him I'm dead."

He suddenly fell silent, and I could feel his arms tighter and tighter around my body, then spoke deeply, "For whatever reason, I would never say something like that."

"Daehyun, my life—"

His hand suddenly closed my mouth, not allowing me to continue my words. He emphasized, "Go sleep. Don't talk anymore."

I slowly removed his hand, then spoke again, "Then, after I die, I want you to bury me in Jeju Cemetery. I don't want to be cremated. But, don't tell this to Donghwa. I don't want him to—"

"Chunghee, enough, please. Don't talk about it anymore."

Hearing him say that sternly, made me unable to continue the words I had not had time to finish. However, it didn't matter. At least, saying the important thing once was enough to make him remember the last words from me. I was sure that he would do as my last wish.