Chapter 181.2

Chapter 181.2

Thump, thump.

She grabbed a pillow and hit him repeatedly over the head with it.

Even though he could have easily dodged, Kia instead thrust his hips upward, meeting her blows with a gasp.

“Ah, f*ck!”

She felt a hot liquid explode and splatter against her. Seoryeong flinched and pulled her foot away, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that her heel was contaminated.

Jet after jet of cum shot out, covering the mattress and the duvet. Kia, with the milky-white liquid still dripping down his groin, didn’t look relieved, he looked sad.

“Why’d you hit me? Was I wrong?”

‘No. You’re probably right. Lee Wooshin was an agent, and I was just a target.’

‘That’s right. That’s exactly why I was so angry. I couldn’t forgive his deceit.’

And yet, hearing it from someone else’s mouth, a strange, defiant urge surged within her, making her want to argue.

“What do you know? Do you have any idea what he did to me? A single outcome can’t contain or explain everything.”

“….”

Seoryeong squeezed her eyes shut. She felt a profound disgust toward herself for unconsciously trying to defend that man, to defend a relationship built on nothing but lies.

Her breath hitched as if she had swallowed shards of glass.

So, even as she looked at his fully exposed s*x, what washed over her wasn’t arousal, but misery and deep discomfort.

Just then, Kia braced himself against the mattress and looked at her with a desperate glint in his eyes.

“Is it still not okay, even if I’m on my knees like this? Is it absolutely never going to happen with me?”

“….”

“If we got married, had two or three kids, and rebuilt the monastery, then we’d become a family that would never, ever part. Sonya, isn’t that the most perfect, dream-like ending possible?”

“But Kia. You’re me.”

“…!”

“We’re the same.”

There is no more accurate way to put it.

‘We crossed life-and-death lines together. We share the same horrific memories. The kind that, the more you dwell on them, the more your heart feels charred black and shattered.’

‘We are survivors who endured that hell together. He and me.’

She stared out at the pitch-black window as she spoke.

“I’m not interested in that part of you. I only see your wounds.”

Her dark, sunken gaze drifted over the countless scars covering Kia’s body.

“So if I were to join my body with yours, it would feel like all those wounds were pouring onto me.”

“…!”

“It wouldn’t feel like s*x. It would feel like just another kind of training.”

Kia’s pupils shook.

“How could I have children with that in my heart? I can’t do it.”

Seoryeong, who had come down from under the bed, threw open the window. The cool scent of the forest rushed into the room, and the stuffy smell of night-blooming flowers began to dissipate.

It was then that he locked eyes with Kia, who had been sitting there like a corpse. The moonlight reflected off his irises, giving them a strangely glossy appearance. He innocently lifted the corners of his mouth.

“Oh, there was such a person.”

“What?”

“There was someone who gave birth to a child with that kind of heart and sent them to a monastery.”

“….”

“You know this person too, Sonya. Should I tell you?”

What was he talking about? She frowned.

“If you resemble that person, you can do it too!”

His smile, showing his teeth, seemed somewhat unnatural. Seoryeong looked at Kia’s coal-black eyes with an expressionless face.

Touching Kia’s darkness easily left a mark. She shook her head firmly. Although they had grown from the same roots, so much had changed in the meantime.

“Kia, as you live, someone will appear who will pull you out from that place.”

“….”

“Someone who will rescue you from that pit.”

“You speak as if you’ve met such a person.”

Seoryeong pressed her lips tightly together. At that, Kia’s dark eyes suddenly turned fierce.

She wanted to say that it was all fake, that even the meetings were all false, but her weary lips merely twitched like a fish out of water.

Kia clenched her fists, looking miserable and resentful, and shot back.

“Do you really have to get out?”

“What?”

“Do you really have to go outside, Sonya?”

“….”

“I don’t understand. That’s the special hometown we shared together. So why do you speak as if escaping is the only answer? Sakhalin is where we were born and raised!”

A gloomy shadow fell across his face. Nevertheless, Seoryeong shook her head once more.

Even if they spoke a thousand times, they would never fully understand each other. Still, for Kia, who had shared those times with him.

Seoryeong pulled out a single realization.

“There was another place that completed me.”