Gashiyeon - Chapter 3 [Part 2]
*** Warning: Semi graphic content***
Written by: maio
Translated by: happy_colour
I didn’t have dinner. For some reason, it was a little hard for me to look at her. Though, it wasn’t exactly as though I was feeling apologetic about what I had done either.
It’s just that I didn’t want to sit there and watch as the two were affectionately exchanging small talk at the dinner table. And there was no way that he was going to come down wearing the shirt I gave him like he did yesterday. I avoided the meal because of a combination of these various reasons. I didn’t really feel up to testing out the bounds of my undless jealousy, either.
There was a toothbrush waiting for me, when I stepped into the bathroom. The couple of them are really very cute, aren’t they? I popped the toothbrush into my mouth after squeezing out a line of toothpaste on to it. But in my impatience, I ended up prodding at the spot where I'd had surgery, accidentally. Pain radiated fiercely through my entire face so badly that I couldn’t even find it in me to make a sound. All I could do for the next little while was sit crouched down on the bathroom floor clutching at my cheek. It hurt so badly.
I’m sitting here, tearing up in pain; but you have it in you to eat…?
I stood back up on to my feet as if nothing had ever happened, the moment the pain began to subside. Though my face had gone pale, my eyes held no trace of ever having teared up at all. You can’t even tell I cried unless it’s practically a river. Shit…
This time, I made sure to brush my teeth carefully, using the mirror.
Opening my mouth wide, like at the Denitist’s, I stuck in the brush like it was a tool for breaking and pulling out teeth. Thanks to that, a pink substance ran down the side of my mouth- a nicely incorporated mixture of red blood and white toothpaste. I chuckled several times at the laughable image in the mirror as I stood brushing my teeth. It was painful- not being able to just laugh loudly.
I rinsed out my mouth and took a shower, during which, I stared at myself in the mirror the whole time. All this worrying had ruined my skin; I felt overjoyed as I scrubbed roughly at my face, that I was able to return my skin to its previous, white and healthy state. I let the water run, lifting up the shower head high over my head. Soon, my hair was soaked right into the scalp. The wet hair was plastered pathetically to my head. It looked just like a dried up cabbage leaf. I didn’t suit me; I didn’t like it.
Who are you? And where did you hide the brilliance of the strands that had shone so magnificiently? Like a black pearl?
My ranting over my hair refused to stop even after Yunho returned to the room. As if he thought that a magazine hadn’t been enough to shield himself from me, he had prepared a novel for himself ahead of time. Still unsatisfied, I turned my attention to him.
“My hair colour…It doesn’t suit me, does it? Yeah?”
But I hadn’t expected a response anyhow. He merely continued calming flipping the pages of his book, as he sat on the bed, refusing to react in any way.
“Do you think I should change it?”
“Aren’t you going to go to sleep?”
At his cold response, the persistant thoughts about my horrible hair vanished in an instant. I quickly crawled into the folds of the sheets. Closing his book, Yunho moved to place it on the night table and lowered the light from the lamp. We laid side by side, silently gazing up at the ceiling and counting the others' breath. One, two…Our breathing seemed to become one along with the beat of our hearts.
“Yunho, I’m sick...”
He had always reacted so sensitively to anything regarding my health.
“I’m sick, really…”
“With what.”
With that, you just proved to me that at least that part of you hadn’t changed.
I reached my decadent hands to find his. I brought his big and rough but infinitely warm hands towards me; I felt my breathing quicken at just the feeling of his warmth. His hands moved at my whim. And though there nothing particularly arousing, even the small difference in temperature that his hand brought me was enough to make me happy, leaving my member to stiffen in response.
“My body ached so bad every night with the thought of you…I thought I was going to die.”
“Then why don’t you go and get yourself a woman.”
The cruel words that followed as he stole his hand away from me, soon had me seething.
Shit. How Frustrating. Even that’s not enough?
“Your wife…Will you let me borrow her, then?”
“You fucking bitch!”
In an instant, he was on top of me, sitting on my stomach as he raised his fist into the air. I closed my eyes tight, expectantly. But I was soon saddened by the fire of his anger that refused to strike. I even gave you a reason to hit me. I’m telling you that I’ll take whatever you can dish out at me.
Then, why won’t you do it? You’ve changed. You would have at least landed one across the face by now, telling me how impudent I was and how it looked like I needed some better training. My cheeks are aching for you to slap me. I’m asking you to hit me, so why can’t you do it?
Strange.
He got off from on top of me. His back was moving further and further away as he got up from the bed. I propped myself up and picked up a pillow. With a short grunt, I threw the plush object as hard as I could; it hit its mark and bounced off the back of his head and on to the ground with a plop. He stopped in his tracks. Huffing, I even threw the pillow he had been using. But still there was no response from him. At that, everything that was holding my rationality in check violently snapped.
His book came into view, as I was looking around unthinkingly for anything else I could throw at him. Without a moment’s hesitation, I hurled it with all my might; it landed exactly on the back of his head as well.
The sounds of slow breathing disappeared, and were replaced by a menacing silence. He slowly turned his body towards me. His eyes pierced me like a blade. For a moment, I was able to feel a kind of terror that I had not felt in a long while.
Scared, I frantically stumbled to my feet and ran towards him, and rubbed my dry lips roughly against his. It was an expression of my sincere apologies. However, his lips refused to open even after I ravaged his mouth, nipping viciously at his lips as though I was on the verge of eating him up. Even after I had sloppily lapped at the area down around his chin like a dog, he gave no response. The whole space surrounding his lips was covered in my silva. Eventually, I was pushed back by his harsh hands and,
─────!!!!!
I fell to the ground, with a deafening roar battering my ears. I briefly saw stars in front of my eyes, which were soon followed by darkness. After a while, I was able to regain a part of my senses. My left cheek burned as though it was about to fall off, and was numb right up to my ears. It looked like something had ruptured inside my mouth; it soon was filled with the disgusting smell of blood. I savoured every last bit of that sweet pain, and moved my arm up against the wall to support myself. I turned my face up, now undoubtedly marked with the crimson ink of his hand, to meet his gaze.
“I found you a flat.”
Where are you going? You still have to punish me more…
“I don’t want to have to see your face. Get out.”
Why would I ever leave your side…
The bedroom door slammed shut harshly. As if to laugh at all my previous arrogance and confidence, he didn’t turn back around.
It was then that the tears finally came. Though I tried to reassure myself that he was just rejecting me like he did yesterday, the combination of not only rejection but complete refusal to even accept my existence was hard to handle. The anger, embarrassment, and my still unsatisfied, abnormal sex drive refused to settle down. Because of this, I had a hard time offering myself to slumber, even long after he had already closed the door behind him. Still curled up in the same place I had fallen, I slid my hands into my pants and squeezed my penis. It was then that I began to fully grasp the danger of the situation I was currently in. The only way I can reach him now is through truly desperate struggling. I hadn’t expected myself to be willing to stoop this low trying to get him back.
Desire is always sitting at the bottom of one’s heart. However, it is only when that desire is able to meet a suitable subject that it exlodes as does a volcanic eruption. I headed downstairs before I had even zipped myself back up. Even if she were to stab me through the back, at least for tonight, I couldn’t suppress my desire to be in his arms.
I’m going to claim his lips as my own.
I’m going to lather up his length with my tongue.
I’m going to beg for him to tear up my hole.
I’m going to cry out and writhe like a female animal underneathe him.
I’m sorry, really. But it’s me he loves, not you.
Poor Suh-Hee…
“Ah! Ah!...Hah, Honey…. Ahh, Yunho…Stop, ah…”
“Hah, ah…Just a little more. Ugh…”
You want to hold me, don’t you. That’s why you’re clutching at her like that.
“Hahh, Honey…Wait a second…Not so hard…Ah…”
"Ugh, hah, ahh…Suh-Hee…”
You’re doing it with me right now…That’s why you’re acting so passionately vicious.
I sat down, propping my back against the wall. I could see Jung Yunho’s hips between her legs, thrusting away quickly through the tiny opening in the doorway. Her pink, naked body was getting pushed back and forth attractively as well. Yet, no tears came to my eyes at the strange sight. My cursed fingers slipped into my underwear and curled around my erect member.
“Ugh... Ahh…Hahh....”
Hers, his and my moans began to meld into each other.
I prayed for it to be my calls of ecstacy, at least, that was currently shaking his heart.
I didn’t care if he only heard them as faintly as echoes from the past; I prayed that they would at least be able to reach him.
That thick, white substance- the taste was quite bitter.
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Written by: maio
Translated by: happy_colour
I didn’t have dinner. For some reason, it was a little hard for me to look at her. Though, it wasn’t exactly as though I was feeling apologetic about what I had done either.
It’s just that I didn’t want to sit there and watch as the two were affectionately exchanging small talk at the dinner table. And there was no way that he was going to come down wearing the shirt I gave him like he did yesterday. I avoided the meal because of a combination of these various reasons. I didn’t really feel up to testing out the bounds of my undless jealousy, either.
There was a toothbrush waiting for me, when I stepped into the bathroom. The couple of them are really very cute, aren’t they? I popped the toothbrush into my mouth after squeezing out a line of toothpaste on to it. But in my impatience, I ended up prodding at the spot where I'd had surgery, accidentally. Pain radiated fiercely through my entire face so badly that I couldn’t even find it in me to make a sound. All I could do for the next little while was sit crouched down on the bathroom floor clutching at my cheek. It hurt so badly.
I’m sitting here, tearing up in pain; but you have it in you to eat…?
I stood back up on to my feet as if nothing had ever happened, the moment the pain began to subside. Though my face had gone pale, my eyes held no trace of ever having teared up at all. You can’t even tell I cried unless it’s practically a river. Shit…
This time, I made sure to brush my teeth carefully, using the mirror.
Opening my mouth wide, like at the Denitist’s, I stuck in the brush like it was a tool for breaking and pulling out teeth. Thanks to that, a pink substance ran down the side of my mouth- a nicely incorporated mixture of red blood and white toothpaste. I chuckled several times at the laughable image in the mirror as I stood brushing my teeth. It was painful- not being able to just laugh loudly.
I rinsed out my mouth and took a shower, during which, I stared at myself in the mirror the whole time. All this worrying had ruined my skin; I felt overjoyed as I scrubbed roughly at my face, that I was able to return my skin to its previous, white and healthy state. I let the water run, lifting up the shower head high over my head. Soon, my hair was soaked right into the scalp. The wet hair was plastered pathetically to my head. It looked just like a dried up cabbage leaf. I didn’t suit me; I didn’t like it.
Who are you? And where did you hide the brilliance of the strands that had shone so magnificiently? Like a black pearl?
My ranting over my hair refused to stop even after Yunho returned to the room. As if he thought that a magazine hadn’t been enough to shield himself from me, he had prepared a novel for himself ahead of time. Still unsatisfied, I turned my attention to him.
“My hair colour…It doesn’t suit me, does it? Yeah?”
But I hadn’t expected a response anyhow. He merely continued calming flipping the pages of his book, as he sat on the bed, refusing to react in any way.
“Do you think I should change it?”
“Aren’t you going to go to sleep?”
At his cold response, the persistant thoughts about my horrible hair vanished in an instant. I quickly crawled into the folds of the sheets. Closing his book, Yunho moved to place it on the night table and lowered the light from the lamp. We laid side by side, silently gazing up at the ceiling and counting the others' breath. One, two…Our breathing seemed to become one along with the beat of our hearts.
“Yunho, I’m sick...”
He had always reacted so sensitively to anything regarding my health.
“I’m sick, really…”
“With what.”
With that, you just proved to me that at least that part of you hadn’t changed.
I reached my decadent hands to find his. I brought his big and rough but infinitely warm hands towards me; I felt my breathing quicken at just the feeling of his warmth. His hands moved at my whim. And though there nothing particularly arousing, even the small difference in temperature that his hand brought me was enough to make me happy, leaving my member to stiffen in response.
“My body ached so bad every night with the thought of you…I thought I was going to die.”
“Then why don’t you go and get yourself a woman.”
The cruel words that followed as he stole his hand away from me, soon had me seething.
Shit. How Frustrating. Even that’s not enough?
“Your wife…Will you let me borrow her, then?”
“You fucking bitch!”
In an instant, he was on top of me, sitting on my stomach as he raised his fist into the air. I closed my eyes tight, expectantly. But I was soon saddened by the fire of his anger that refused to strike. I even gave you a reason to hit me. I’m telling you that I’ll take whatever you can dish out at me.
Then, why won’t you do it? You’ve changed. You would have at least landed one across the face by now, telling me how impudent I was and how it looked like I needed some better training. My cheeks are aching for you to slap me. I’m asking you to hit me, so why can’t you do it?
Strange.
He got off from on top of me. His back was moving further and further away as he got up from the bed. I propped myself up and picked up a pillow. With a short grunt, I threw the plush object as hard as I could; it hit its mark and bounced off the back of his head and on to the ground with a plop. He stopped in his tracks. Huffing, I even threw the pillow he had been using. But still there was no response from him. At that, everything that was holding my rationality in check violently snapped.
His book came into view, as I was looking around unthinkingly for anything else I could throw at him. Without a moment’s hesitation, I hurled it with all my might; it landed exactly on the back of his head as well.
The sounds of slow breathing disappeared, and were replaced by a menacing silence. He slowly turned his body towards me. His eyes pierced me like a blade. For a moment, I was able to feel a kind of terror that I had not felt in a long while.
Scared, I frantically stumbled to my feet and ran towards him, and rubbed my dry lips roughly against his. It was an expression of my sincere apologies. However, his lips refused to open even after I ravaged his mouth, nipping viciously at his lips as though I was on the verge of eating him up. Even after I had sloppily lapped at the area down around his chin like a dog, he gave no response. The whole space surrounding his lips was covered in my silva. Eventually, I was pushed back by his harsh hands and,
─────!!!!!
I fell to the ground, with a deafening roar battering my ears. I briefly saw stars in front of my eyes, which were soon followed by darkness. After a while, I was able to regain a part of my senses. My left cheek burned as though it was about to fall off, and was numb right up to my ears. It looked like something had ruptured inside my mouth; it soon was filled with the disgusting smell of blood. I savoured every last bit of that sweet pain, and moved my arm up against the wall to support myself. I turned my face up, now undoubtedly marked with the crimson ink of his hand, to meet his gaze.
“I found you a flat.”
Where are you going? You still have to punish me more…
“I don’t want to have to see your face. Get out.”
Why would I ever leave your side…
The bedroom door slammed shut harshly. As if to laugh at all my previous arrogance and confidence, he didn’t turn back around.
It was then that the tears finally came. Though I tried to reassure myself that he was just rejecting me like he did yesterday, the combination of not only rejection but complete refusal to even accept my existence was hard to handle. The anger, embarrassment, and my still unsatisfied, abnormal sex drive refused to settle down. Because of this, I had a hard time offering myself to slumber, even long after he had already closed the door behind him. Still curled up in the same place I had fallen, I slid my hands into my pants and squeezed my penis. It was then that I began to fully grasp the danger of the situation I was currently in. The only way I can reach him now is through truly desperate struggling. I hadn’t expected myself to be willing to stoop this low trying to get him back.
Desire is always sitting at the bottom of one’s heart. However, it is only when that desire is able to meet a suitable subject that it exlodes as does a volcanic eruption. I headed downstairs before I had even zipped myself back up. Even if she were to stab me through the back, at least for tonight, I couldn’t suppress my desire to be in his arms.
I’m going to claim his lips as my own.
I’m going to lather up his length with my tongue.
I’m going to beg for him to tear up my hole.
I’m going to cry out and writhe like a female animal underneathe him.
I’m sorry, really. But it’s me he loves, not you.
Poor Suh-Hee…
“Ah! Ah!...Hah, Honey…. Ahh, Yunho…Stop, ah…”
“Hah, ah…Just a little more. Ugh…”
You want to hold me, don’t you. That’s why you’re clutching at her like that.
“Hahh, Honey…Wait a second…Not so hard…Ah…”
"Ugh, hah, ahh…Suh-Hee…”
You’re doing it with me right now…That’s why you’re acting so passionately vicious.
I sat down, propping my back against the wall. I could see Jung Yunho’s hips between her legs, thrusting away quickly through the tiny opening in the doorway. Her pink, naked body was getting pushed back and forth attractively as well. Yet, no tears came to my eyes at the strange sight. My cursed fingers slipped into my underwear and curled around my erect member.
“Ugh... Ahh…Hahh....”
Hers, his and my moans began to meld into each other.
I prayed for it to be my calls of ecstacy, at least, that was currently shaking his heart.
I didn’t care if he only heard them as faintly as echoes from the past; I prayed that they would at least be able to reach him.
That thick, white substance- the taste was quite bitter.
Thanks for reading! Please help spread the word about this project!