Chapter 19: After the Fire Went Out

“Ah, ahh—ngh…!”

In the dead of night, while everyone slept, I stifled my voice and let out quiet cries of pleasure.

Just enduring him crashing into me with all his strength—and the torrent of sensations that came like a tidal wave—was overwhelming enough.

As if he meant to split my body in two, Gyesa struck relentlessly with that brutal tip of his.

The soft flesh of my hips slammed against his hard thighs, blooming red.

His s*x, ferrying the pooled slick shamelessly, made obscene, wet sounds as it thrust.

Clear fluid spilled from where we were joined, and with his violent thrusts it foamed white like froth.

Gyesa stared at that lewd sight with blazing eyes and drove himself even deeper.

“Ahh…!”

The way he thrust all the way to the farthest depth no one else could ever reach made my body convulse like a fish skewered on a harpoon.

When I clenched hard around him, he lowered his body and covered me completely.

His heavy weight pinned me down, binding my body so it couldn’t buck on its own.

Gyesa cradled the crown of my head with one hand and poured his weight into me, pushing himself deeper—still deeper.

“Ah… hngh! Ah, ahh!”

A lightning-like pleasure shot through me from head to toe, my toes going rigid.

I kicked the blankets away in a frenzy.

Holding my thrashing body tight, Gyesa showed no mercy.

As if determined to see this coupling through to the end, he repeated his thrusts without tiring.

“Hah… ngh…!”

But my greedy inner walls tightened around him, and it seemed Gyesa, too, was overwhelmed by the pressure of climax.

He captured my lips with his own.

Driven by instinct, we wanted each other desperately, our kisses unrestrained as hot breaths tangled.

As if breathing life into one another, we shared saliva and breath, while below we remained locked together without pause.

Gyesa pulled his hips far back.

His s*x scraped my walls as it withdrew, stopping with only the tip remaining inside.

“Ah, ah—Gyesa… please…!”

Not even knowing what I was begging for, I called his name desperately.

Gyesa bit my lips hard and then slammed himself into me with more force than ever.

As I clenched fiercely around him, he began to spill himself deep inside me.

As if unwilling to waste a single drop, my inner walls greedily wrapped around him.

But there was so much that it forced its way out between the tightly sealed join.

Through my vision, blurred as I exhaled thin, strained breaths, Gyesa’s flushed face flickered.

The man climaxing with his brows knit tight was obscenely beautiful.

On nights when Gyesa didn’t come back, when I suffered alone, and on days when we almost crossed the line, I had imagined doing obscene things with him.

But the reality before me was far more lewd—and far more beautiful—than anything I had imagined.

After his long, drawn-out release, Gyesa slowly withdrew himself from inside me.

Whitish traces of release clung to his reddened length.

I could feel it leaking from between my twitching entrance.

With deeply sunken eyes, Gyesa stared at his own essence seeping from my swollen s*x.

What was he thinking right now.

Was he regretting it.

As if the heat had never existed, cold crept in.

My chest felt so chilled my teeth nearly chattered.

I shut my eyes, steadied my breathing, and pushed myself up.

Even then, Gyesa was watching me without a word.

For the first time, his eyes—unreadable—and that mouth—unknown in what it might say—felt frightening.

Instead of clinging to him in tears, I slowly straddled his thigh.

Gyesa’s dark eyes lifted to meet mine.

I followed the lingering traces of desire in them and kissed him.

“Hold me, Gyesa.

So I don’t have to think about anything.

Until I break.”

An emotion that was neither sorrow nor resentment nor anger frightened me.

My body trembled faintly.

Without a word, Gyesa wrapped his arms around my waist.

Lifting me up, he aligned himself with my entrance and thrust straight through.

“Ah, ahh!”

The second time was far easier than the first.

Using the remnants of release as lubricant, he slipped in as if finding his rightful place.

It was still tight, and the changed position made my lower belly feel heavy,

but I was inexplicably happy just holding his heat inside me.

‘I don’t want to think about anything.’

Even if it was only for tonight, I wanted to cling to Gyesa without thinking.

Kiss him.

Share bodies.

Like ordinary lovers.

“Hngh, ahh… Gyesa… more… more…!”

Once again, above and below him, I shook mindlessly, fixing his face in my sight.

Because once this night ended, I didn’t know what would become of us.

We cried endlessly, meeting each other’s eyes filled only with desire.

Our night was long, and yet short.

“Hah… ha… ngh.”

After who knew how many climaxes, he collapsed, exhausted, gazing at me as I panted with unfocused eyes.

He looked down at me for a long while.

In my blurred vision, his expression looked deeply tormented.

I wanted to tell him he didn’t need to look like that.

That this was what I wanted.

That I was happy.

But from my hoarse throat came only ugly, ragged breaths, and my eyes slowly closed.

“Aedong….”

Just before sleep claimed me, I heard Gyesa call my name.

His voice was gentler than ever, and strangely, that terrified me.

As if everything were a dream.

As if cold reality would be waiting when I opened my eyes again.

As if I were about to lose Gyesa forever—

it scared me so badly I thought I’d die.

“Gye…sa… don’t go….”

Before sinking into sleep, I lifted my hand weakly and called to him in a thick, fading voice.

But there was no answer.

No warmth reached back for me.

When I opened my eyes again, everything had been cleaned away.

If not for the lingering pain in my body and the mottled marks on my skin, I would have thought it all a dream.

There were no traces of passion left behind—

and no sign of Gyesa either.

“Gyesa!”

Dragging my unsteady body and lame leg, I went outside the tent to look for him.

But he was nowhere to be seen.

Not where breakfast was served, nor in the tents where the troupe practiced.

“Gyesa!”

As I wandered like someone out of her mind, I heard the troupe whispering.

But their voices were just a dull hum, none of it reaching me.

“Hey, calm down.

Gyesa’s getting treated.”

Madam Spider finally spoke to me, unable to watch any longer.

When I spun around to face her, she frowned slowly at my deathly pale face.

“What is it, are you hurt too?”

“Why is Gyesa—.”

“Why else.

He needs to recover quickly to get back on stage.

He can’t rest forever.”

She let out a small sigh.

Hearing that he wasn’t in serious danger, I released a trembling breath.

“It’s not like that brat can go anywhere anyway, so what’s with the fuss….”

Her words made my heart thump painfully.

When Obaltan had once said the same thing to me, I’d wished it were true.

But now, with everything twisted beyond repair, I wondered if it would have been better if Gyesa could go anywhere freely.

“Oh, and did you two fight?”

“…Why?”

“That kid said he wants to use a different tent for a while.

Ggeoksoe’s in a terrible mood about it.

He keeps grumbling that he doesn’t want to share anymore.”

She said it like it was nothing, but my heart dropped hard.

The cold from last night—when I’d called Gyesa’s name and felt no warmth—settled over me again.

It felt as if he might disappear far away at any moment.

“What do you mean…?”

“What.

You didn’t talk about it?

Anyway, that’s what I heard.”

At her words, I went straight back to the tent we used.

Inside, Gyesa was there, packing his belongings as if he’d already returned.

“You… where are you going?”

Ignoring my entrance, Gyesa kept packing until my trembling voice made him look up.

His gaze was indifferent—no, colder than that.

It was a face I’d never seen before.

A face that had never once been turned toward me.

My legs shook violently.

I heard the sound of my heart breaking into pieces.

It hadn’t even been half a day since we’d shared bodies,

yet his changed attitude made a bone-deep chill seep into me despite the weather.

“I’m leaving this place.”

Gyesa answered simply, as if stating something trivial.

His voice was as low and calm as ever—

but within it was unmistakable resolve.

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