Translated by Jamechi
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Chapter 8.1
“I don’t feel like it today,” I told him.
Tonight’s dream was a rare scene, we were fully clothed and not drunk on our desires for each other. Tonight, he was wearing a form-fitting suit that highlighted his athletic body. Thinking back to my previous dreams, I couldn’t help but reminisce about the way his body intertwined with mine.
I shook my head to dismiss these nonsensical thoughts and sat down on the bed. I reluctantly beckoned him and grimaced at the awkward mood between us. He wore a similar expression and replied.
“That’s a relief, neither do I.”
Wow… the flow of my dream was following a standard drama plot with some slightly unusual features. From a pornography plot filled with hip-shaking ecstasy to a cliche cold war between a couple.
Ignoring the uncomfortable atmosphere, I glanced out of a window and felt him sit on the opposite side of the bed. As usual, the scenery of the dream was within a dark room with only the moon as our source of light. From his side of the bed, the sounds of a lighter and deep breaths began to appear. Realizing his intentions, I leaped onto my feet and shouted at him.
“Don’t smoke in my room!”
“You’re acting like you’ve seen a ghost, don’t be so noisy.” he said.
Hearing his words, I grit my teeth in annoyance. I abstained from smoking 3 years ago, after 7 long years of smoking. I decided to quit smoking after hearing about the potential health hazards cigarettes could cause. My decision to stop was as painful as death; it felt as if I had given up an essential part of my life. Seeing him smoke brought forth the temptation of nicotine once again.
“Please respect my wish.” I requested him.
A puff of smoke drifted from his mouth, as the corners of his lips lifted up. I glared at his mocking smirk, he was starting to annoy me even in my dream.
“It’s too bad, really,” he stated.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
He chuckled at my question and leaned forward. The pale moonlight shone on his face, bringing forth an allure to his red lips and a sense of despair from his wide shoulders. A desire to kiss him sauntered within my thoughts, as I watched him breathe in and out another puff of smoke. While holding his cigarette within his long, slim fingers, he glanced down and entrapped me with his pose. This picturesque moment stunned me momentarily, making me wonder if this was actually a drama set that I was a part of, not a dream. As the scent of cigarettes permeated the room, I regretted that I couldn’t capture this scene with a camera.
“I find you difficult,” he said.
“Excuse me?” I replied.
He glanced up towards me and brought the cigarette to his lips again. He drew in a breath and blew out another puff of smoke. The sight of his lips wrapped around the cigarette enraptured me once more. I swallowed nervously at not the cigarettes, but at his red lips. The temptation called Jung Hwanwoo was more dangerous than smoking. Wait, why am I being attracted to this scum, this isn’t the right time for me to be horny.
“I don’t know what to do anymore, it’s hard to resist you,” he said as he approached closer to me. His trembling hand grazed my hair and slowly caressed my forehead. I meekly watched his action and then noticed his expression of pain.
“I didn’t know that you were struggling as well, but your expression. I don’t understand why you’re looking at me like that,” I questioned.
“It is hard for me to show my true emotions like this. As an actor, being read so easily is embarrassing,” he replied.
“But, you’re a pretty good actor. There is no need to be shy about displaying your feelings,” I stated.
He chuckled in response and brought his hand towards my ear. As he slowly played with my outer ear, there was no motive of seducing me for sex. Instead, he and I continued to sit near each other.
“Do you mind if I lay down?” he asked.
“Put out your cigarette first,” I replied.
He chuckled at my statement and replied, “Yes, my queen.” A gentle smile remained on his face as he quickly put out his cigarette. I edged away from the center and made room for him next to me.
“Wait, if you lay down then your suit will be wrinkled,” I stated.
“I don’t care,” he shrugged and laid down onto the bed. His seductive eyes beckoned me to lie next to him, causing me to turn red. Flustered, I laid down next to him as I avoided his eyes. I turned my back towards him and burrowed under the covers to hide my embarrassment, but this backfired. Without the distraction of sex, I noticed his scent of smoke, mint, and vanilla embrace my nose. I pulled the blanket more to my side in an attempt to ward off the smell, but in this was futile. He took notice of my efforts and turned towards me. I felt him wrap around my waist from behind and heard him whisper, “you hate looking at me that much?”
“What? What are you thinking?” I asked him.
He chuckled and replied, “you don’t want to face me right now, you were even avoiding contact with me.”
“It’s not that…” I responded.
“Then come closer,” he whispered and pulled me closer towards him.
“Y-you, I’m going to sleep! L-let me go,” I said as I struggled to get away from him. He hugged me tighter and turned me towards him. He raised my chin and my eyes widened at his actions. During sex, I would typically only notice his thrusts and groans, but sometimes I would appreciate his broad shoulders and the rest of his body. But now, I was hyper-aware of his presence and grew flustered at his deep gaze. He leaned towards my neck, my skin prickling at the sensation of his breath. After placing a light kiss at the nape of my neck, he raised his head and looked at my blushed face.
“This is nice,” he murmured.
“Wh-what?” I whispered back.
“I like having you in front of me like this. Where you aren’t frowning at me and your eyes are not hidden by those thick glasses of yours,” he replied.
“When did you… when have you watched me? You’re always so busy.” I said.
“You just never noticed,” he told me with a smirk. A mischievous glint flickered in his eyes and thrust his hips against my butt. Feeling his hard-on pressed against me, I gasped in shock and tried to escape his embrace. He held me tighter and rubbed his dick harder against me.
“D-don’t do this, Jung Hwanwoo. You don’t even li-” I gasped.
He kissed my forehead, and then confessed, “I like you.”
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Chapter 8.1
“I don’t feel like it today,” I told him.
Tonight’s dream was a rare scene, we were fully clothed and not drunk on our desires for each other. Tonight, he was wearing a form-fitting suit that highlighted his athletic body. Thinking back to my previous dreams, I couldn’t help but reminisce about the way his body intertwined with mine.
I shook my head to dismiss these nonsensical thoughts and sat down on the bed. I reluctantly beckoned him and grimaced at the awkward mood between us. He wore a similar expression and replied.
“That’s a relief, neither do I.”
Wow… the flow of my dream was following a standard drama plot with some slightly unusual features. From a pornography plot filled with hip-shaking ecstasy to a cliche cold war between a couple.
Ignoring the uncomfortable atmosphere, I glanced out of a window and felt him sit on the opposite side of the bed. As usual, the scenery of the dream was within a dark room with only the moon as our source of light. From his side of the bed, the sounds of a lighter and deep breaths began to appear. Realizing his intentions, I leaped onto my feet and shouted at him.
“Don’t smoke in my room!”
“You’re acting like you’ve seen a ghost, don’t be so noisy.” he said.
Hearing his words, I grit my teeth in annoyance. I abstained from smoking 3 years ago, after 7 long years of smoking. I decided to quit smoking after hearing about the potential health hazards cigarettes could cause. My decision to stop was as painful as death; it felt as if I had given up an essential part of my life. Seeing him smoke brought forth the temptation of nicotine once again.
“Please respect my wish.” I requested him.
A puff of smoke drifted from his mouth, as the corners of his lips lifted up. I glared at his mocking smirk, he was starting to annoy me even in my dream.
“It’s too bad, really,” he stated.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
He chuckled at my question and leaned forward. The pale moonlight shone on his face, bringing forth an allure to his red lips and a sense of despair from his wide shoulders. A desire to kiss him sauntered within my thoughts, as I watched him breathe in and out another puff of smoke. While holding his cigarette within his long, slim fingers, he glanced down and entrapped me with his pose. This picturesque moment stunned me momentarily, making me wonder if this was actually a drama set that I was a part of, not a dream. As the scent of cigarettes permeated the room, I regretted that I couldn’t capture this scene with a camera.
“I find you difficult,” he said.
“Excuse me?” I replied.
He glanced up towards me and brought the cigarette to his lips again. He drew in a breath and blew out another puff of smoke. The sight of his lips wrapped around the cigarette enraptured me once more. I swallowed nervously at not the cigarettes, but at his red lips. The temptation called Jung Hwanwoo was more dangerous than smoking. Wait, why am I being attracted to this scum, this isn’t the right time for me to be horny.
“I don’t know what to do anymore, it’s hard to resist you,” he said as he approached closer to me. His trembling hand grazed my hair and slowly caressed my forehead. I meekly watched his action and then noticed his expression of pain.
“I didn’t know that you were struggling as well, but your expression. I don’t understand why you’re looking at me like that,” I questioned.
“It is hard for me to show my true emotions like this. As an actor, being read so easily is embarrassing,” he replied.
“But, you’re a pretty good actor. There is no need to be shy about displaying your feelings,” I stated.
He chuckled in response and brought his hand towards my ear. As he slowly played with my outer ear, there was no motive of seducing me for sex. Instead, he and I continued to sit near each other.
“Do you mind if I lay down?” he asked.
“Put out your cigarette first,” I replied.
He chuckled at my statement and replied, “Yes, my queen.” A gentle smile remained on his face as he quickly put out his cigarette. I edged away from the center and made room for him next to me.
“Wait, if you lay down then your suit will be wrinkled,” I stated.
“I don’t care,” he shrugged and laid down onto the bed. His seductive eyes beckoned me to lie next to him, causing me to turn red. Flustered, I laid down next to him as I avoided his eyes. I turned my back towards him and burrowed under the covers to hide my embarrassment, but this backfired. Without the distraction of sex, I noticed his scent of smoke, mint, and vanilla embrace my nose. I pulled the blanket more to my side in an attempt to ward off the smell, but in this was futile. He took notice of my efforts and turned towards me. I felt him wrap around my waist from behind and heard him whisper, “you hate looking at me that much?”
“What? What are you thinking?” I asked him.
He chuckled and replied, “you don’t want to face me right now, you were even avoiding contact with me.”
“It’s not that…” I responded.
“Then come closer,” he whispered and pulled me closer towards him.
“Y-you, I’m going to sleep! L-let me go,” I said as I struggled to get away from him. He hugged me tighter and turned me towards him. He raised my chin and my eyes widened at his actions. During sex, I would typically only notice his thrusts and groans, but sometimes I would appreciate his broad shoulders and the rest of his body. But now, I was hyper-aware of his presence and grew flustered at his deep gaze. He leaned towards my neck, my skin prickling at the sensation of his breath. After placing a light kiss at the nape of my neck, he raised his head and looked at my blushed face.
“This is nice,” he murmured.
“Wh-what?” I whispered back.
“I like having you in front of me like this. Where you aren’t frowning at me and your eyes are not hidden by those thick glasses of yours,” he replied.
“When did you… when have you watched me? You’re always so busy.” I said.
“You just never noticed,” he told me with a smirk. A mischievous glint flickered in his eyes and thrust his hips against my butt. Feeling his hard-on pressed against me, I gasped in shock and tried to escape his embrace. He held me tighter and rubbed his dick harder against me.
“D-don’t do this, Jung Hwanwoo. You don’t even li-” I gasped.
He kissed my forehead, and then confessed, “I like you.”