Daon's Crossroads - Episode 146

Episode 146

‘Ugh, ha… !’

Although you had slept with a lot of women when you were in America, you had no experience with men, so you let out a small scream at me as you greedily sucked my hole. You couldn’t have dreamed that the reaction would make your lower abdomen and genitals heavier, but you only let out intermittent breaths as you toyed with my hair, which you had worked so hard to trim.

‘… Oh, wait, ah… !’

And when I finally put myself inside you, I almost ejaculated as soon as I put myself in. The pressure of the inner wall biting my genitals without mercy made me scared that I might get cut off like this. However, as I continued to thrust and shovel my way inside, your body quickly adapted to me.

Squeak-

‘Ah, ha, ah… !’

Every time I penetrate you, the thighs wrapped around my waist gain strength and the tips of your toes on the floor bend. I continued to shake my head, taking in that distant scene without missing a single moment.

Tsk tsk-

‘Hey, ha, huh!’

When he thrust his penis inside you without any space and gently rotated your waist, you moaned as if you were dying and shook your back.

‘Ah, Yudaon, stop, stop. I’m really going to die, ha, I think I’m going to die… … .’

When you pulled out without warning the penis that was forming the outline of my lower abdomen and then thrust it into my inner wall again with all your might, you dug your nails into my back and gasped. Before I knew it, clear, white precum was leaking out from the tip of my tightly swollen penis in time with the beat of my waist. Seeing you so excited by me made me dizzy with blood rushing to my head.

‘A crazy bastard, a horny bastard, to the point where I wonder if he’s human. really… … .’

After concentrating on sex for almost two or three hours, I forgot that I should be considerate of you and ended up acting as I wanted.

As a result, you felt like your buttocks and waist were split in half, and you couldn’t even raise your upper body as you wanted, sprawled out on the bed.

In the end, I got down on my knees again and massaged your waist with a warm hot pack, and for a long time, I received punishment that I had not received as a criminal in front of him.

I wanted to spend time cuddling together on the bed, but I couldn’t do anything without your permission because of the scary look in your eyes that made me feel like I would commit murder if you clung to me again.

‘… that! Director, aren’t you hungry? We haven’t been able to eat anything since daytime, and it’s been like that forever.’

I couldn’t even change my posture on my own until I accidentally said your habit that I had memorized all along.

‘… … Not yet, no. Not yet.’

I muttered to myself while making food in the kitchen.

I told myself that there was no need to be too anxious, because once you regain your memories someday, we will continue to be together without having to prove our relationship with my mouth.

What was important right now was to cook you a delicious meal. She was good at cooking, having learned from her grandmother’s shoulder since she was young, and in the past, you loved the food your grandmother cooked, so if she cooked it right, she would definitely enjoy it.

With that in mind, I took out all the ingredients in the refrigerator and set a table in front of you.

‘Well, is there anything I can help you with? I can do things like use spoons and carry food.’

When I saw you coming back to the kitchen after me, my eyes grew cold again.

Once, when I was just getting used to prison, I used to have dreams of various things. You and I were always together there, but the background changed each time. Presumed to be just a vague future, we lived together in the same house and cooked together every night, just as you had hoped.

Sometimes we went on long trips together, and other times we spent time apart due to petty fights.

‘Is this what Mr. Yoo Da-on did?’

However, even though the given situation was different each time, there was one thing that did not change.

‘Did you have a grandmother?’

In the end, we become happy. Even if we fought or were separated for a while, we were always together in the end.

We fell asleep in the same bed and woke up in the same bed.

‘I’ll take care of putting the food, so all you have to do is move it to the table. Please do me a favor.’

Sometimes, after I had a dream, I would always cry. Was it because I knew it was a dream that would never come true, or was it because I wanted to stay in the dream just a little longer because it would be nice to be far away from the cruel reality, even if just for a little while.

‘This is the last time, Director.’

In the end, we met again and ate in the same house as in the dream. If I think about it, it may not have been just a dream, but a precognitive dream.

‘I’m going to drink some liquor, but what about Mr. Yoo Da-on?’

After finishing the meal, and having been embarrassed by the untimely commotion of dishwashing, we sat down at the same table again and had a drink. This is because you suddenly appeared in front of me with a large amount of expensive alcohol, saying you knew how to drink, but even though I don’t usually like alcohol, I tend to drink well, so I quickly accepted the offer just to be with you for a little while.

‘Do you drink alcohol often?’

Under the influence of alcohol, I asked you questions that I normally wouldn’t ask. For example, do you drink alcohol often? They were trivial questions such as whether the alcohol I drink now is very expensive and if I drink it, why do I drink it?

In the first place, those were the things I was really curious about about you. These are not special questions, such as “Did you have a good day today”, but are small questions that can be asked in everyday life.

However, there was still a mountain to overcome for us to remain in that relationship.

‘Ah, when I was drinking, I thought of something really funny.’

Even when I saw the wound on your knee and when I noticed something was wrong with you, I never bothered to ask you about it. Even if I didn’t bother to narrow the distance and ask, I believed that one day, after you got closer to each other, you would be the first to bring up the story.

‘Would you like me to tell you? ‘It’s very funny.’

And that moment came much sooner than I expected. It also came to me at an unexpected moment.

‘There was some accident. ‘When in America.’

It was a moment when the questions I had been having for a while were answered one by one.

‘Driving down the highway while drunk and on drugs, I crashed into the guardrail and fell into a cliff.’

As I watched you continue your story, I couldn’t tell whether I should accept this moment of encountering your long-awaited past with joy, or despair once again.

‘Thanks to you, I lost my memory, my legs got sore, and I even suffered from mental illness due to drug withdrawal symptoms. Really, that was the worst memory of my life. So much so that I don’t even want to think about it again.’

Although I am not very hardworking and sincere, I knew very well why you, who wanted to live a normal life more than anyone else, ended up being so broken, right in front of you.

‘My memories are all jumbled up, and some of them have been completely erased, as if a page had been torn out of a notebook, so I still can’t remember anything, but I can be sure of one thing.’

I have to disappear.

‘I went there to die.’

After hearing your story about how you did it on purpose to kill yourself, I made up my mind.

‘I don’t know why. But, at some point, I did.’

Was it too painful? Did I cause you so much pain that you didn’t even dare to endure it, that you decided to kill yourself?

‘I have lived like a person who is anxious to die, like a person who feels awkward about being alive.’

No matter what I do, will I bring nothing but pain to you? Can we never be together?

‘There was nothing I could do but curse my past self, who irresponsibly passed everything on to me, and use hatred as a driving force to live each day.’

Why did you think you would be fine? On the day that you were put in prison for all the sins you committed, did you think that you would be happy as usual, and that since you were spared the sins, you would be able to meet each other someday as time passed?

‘Who was it, no, why was it?’

Why did I think I protected you? Why did you think I protected you? Actually, it was me who was killing you. I actually almost killed him, but why did I do that?

‘Things in the world don’t always work out the way I want, and they can hurt me.’

why.

‘But then it’s right to at least be by my side.’

It was my misjudgment. It was my arrogance. I didn’t protect you. I was killing you. Without even being able to properly recognize that fact, I was living under the illusion that I would only have a happy future if I encountered such a subject again.

‘It’s not that I wanted anything big, and if you had just stayed by my side, I would have forgiven you for anything.’

It is I who really needs to be reprimanded. While I was living in such a dream-like illusion, you were losing everything in endless despair and guilt, and I dared to expect love from you.

‘I’m afraid I’ll go crazy and die like this, that’s what I’m most afraid of.’

It has to disappear. As I see you falling down on the table after finishing the story, there is only one thing that fills my mind.

I must disappear. I should disappear as far away as possible, to a place I can never find again. It has to be that way.

‘… … It’s a crossroads.’

When you were already drunk and fast asleep, I uttered a word with difficulty, using the cowardly excuse of being drunk.

Because maybe we won’t meet again. This might really be the last time, so even if I don’t know anything else, I had to say this one thing somehow.

‘… love you.’

It was love.

‘Really, so… … .’

From beginning to end, you were my love.

‘I love you so much… .’

It was a sound that could not be heard.