Come Back

Because the bed was high, his thighs got caught on the mattress, and he wrapped his arms around Choi Hong-seo’s waist, pulling him up onto the bed.

The next moment, Choi Hong-seo was propped up on his elbow on the sheet, half-lying down. Kneeling with his legs spread wide, he looked down, his shoulders heaving.

The eyes, filled with overwhelming emotions, were like a wounded beast under attack. Suffering from deep wounds and groaning, it kept its distance from anyone who approached… Such a large and pitiful beast.

I wanted to comfort him by touching his cheek. I wanted to remove all the restraints that were tormenting him. However, while it was allowed to get on the bed with him, touching his face freely was probably a privilege that only ‘Choi Hong-seo’ could have.

I remembered every detail of the two times we had slept together.

The words he said, the expressions he made, the places he caressed and in what order.

Not knowing the sex between ordinary lovers, even the memory of trying to ‘serve’ him as she had unconsciously done in the past.

Of course, couples can enjoy oral sex as well. But at that time, I didn’t know that in a couple’s first sexual encounter, you don’t just jump straight into oral sex ahead of all the other foreplay.

He couldn’t easily reach out to ‘Yoon Hye-an’ who was lying below.

Choi Hong-seo swallowed dryly. She hesitantly lifted her upper body and brought her still trembling hands towards his center.

Just like Choi Hong-seo did that day, to kneel between his legs and caress his man. What he wants is for him to act like Choi Hong-seo.

“……”

Lee Haeseong, who had been silently watching, grabbed Choi Hongseo’s wrist just before his hand could touch the gown. It was a force strong enough to make the bones throb.

My baby is very bold.

That’s a secret. Don’t touch Hongseo.

Those words did not come back.

He simply pushed Choi Hong-seo’s shoulder gently back and laid him down on the high, plush, and large pillow.

He, who had been sitting between Choi Hong-seo’s calves, closed the distance and stepped closer. His knee pushed under Choi Hong-seo’s thigh. The legs parted, and through the thin pajama layer without underwear, his groin covered by the robe was felt. In the warm contact of the most intimate area, Choi Hong-seo felt as if all the trembling in his body had ceased.

Instead, the realization that I was feeling him again shook my emotions greatly. To avoid being overwhelmed by emotions, I deliberately blocked my thoughts. If I opened the floodgates of my emotions here, it was clear I would end up crying before I could even do anything with him. I couldn’t afford to mess things up like that.

He did not try to overlap his upper body while lying face down. He pressed only his lower body tightly against the person lying below him and slowly examined them. And then, I reached out and lightly rubbed the hair between my fingers.

“How about dyeing your hair?”

“……”

“Blonde or pink…” Or light blue would be nice too.

They were all colors that Choi Hong-seo had used during her activities with ‘Layered’.

“I want to do that too.” But… We have to start filming soon.

“Hmm…”

He set his lips firmly and sighed. If he could just look a little more like Choi Hong-seo, then such trivial matters would seem insignificant.

Hair fell limply between his fingers. The hand that had come down slowly burrowed between the wide-open collar of the pajama top. The hand that loosely wrapped around the nape of his neck made Choi Hong-seo’s breathing irregular.

Click, click, he slowly unbuttoned his pajamas with one hand. This time, for a moment, his breath stopped.

I had given ‘Choi Hong-seo’ a passionate and intense kiss while unbuttoning, but not to ‘Yoon Hye-an’. His eyes, constantly searching every part of ‘Yoon Hye-an’s’ face, clearly showed what he was looking for.

He was desperately searching for something, comparing, and then the look of disappointment kept repeating in his eyes.

In his eyes, searching for Choi Hong-seo, there was no trace of sexual excitement at all. His lower body, pressed between his legs, was the same.

Being similar is not enough. It has to be Choi Hong-seo.

He felt as if he would get off the bed at any moment, realizing that the body lying in front of him was nothing but a fake.

However, having unbuttoned all the buttons, he pushed the hem of his shirt outward.

Choi Hong-seo, while lying down and fidgeting, subtly tugged at one side of his shirt.

Thanks to consistent exercise and self-care, Choi Hong-seo’s body was lean yet firm, unlike Yoon Hye-an’s, which was still frail. I wasn’t confident about showing him that body. Because I didn’t think it would really stimulate his libido.

Despite following a diet and exercise regimen, Yoon Hye-an’s body, which she had neglected for a long time relying solely on her natural physique and pretty figure, did not easily gain muscle.

Ignoring the gesture of wanting to hide, his palm slipped inside the shirt. The tip of his middle finger brushed against the nipple, but it was not a touch with the intention of caressing. Nevertheless, my shoulders hunched. The facial muscles twitched. His sharp gaze was taking in all those reactions.

He touched and checked his chest, which was much flatter than Choi Hong-seo’s, and this time he tried to pull his pajama top over his shoulder. He held onto one side tightly and tried to resist, but the other side’s sleeve had already been pulled down to the elbow.

“You said you wanted to sleep with me.” “Are you going to sleep without taking it off?”

You boldly said you wanted to see me, so why are you acting so boringly? It felt like he was interrogating me. If I pointed out the differences from Choi Hong-seo, I thought you might get upset, so I couldn’t say that. I had no choice but to give in to the remaining part of my shirt as he pulled it.

The top was pulled down to his elbows, and although it was well spread, his bony shoulders, flat chest, and flat stomach were all exposed in front of him. Revealing Yoon Hye-an’s body in front of him suddenly felt so unfamiliar and strange. I couldn’t look him in the eye and turned my head.

According to the past scenario with ‘Choi Hong-seo’, the next step was for his face to approach the chest and suck on the nipple. After that, he gradually moved down…

However, he didn’t move according to the script. He stretched his upper body and reached out his arm to grab the sex gel and condoms placed on the nightstand.

He glanced down at Choi Hong-seo’s flustered face and let out a bitter, mocking laugh. Did you really expect me to suck your body?

Suddenly, a hot flush spread over my ears and face. With a body that only knew how to serve, I was as embarrassed as the first time I tried to give him oral, no, even more so.

Right now, he felt like a fool for constantly forgetting that he wasn’t Choi Hong-seo.

But I couldn’t just stand by and do nothing out of embarrassment. Unlike the real Choi Hong-seo, the current version of herself didn’t have much of a chance.

I threw the gel onto the bed and lunged at him as he took a condom out of the box. I grabbed each of his wrists with both hands and looked him straight in the eye. As Yoon Hye-an, it was probably the first time I had touched his body with a clear mind.

It was so desperate that it could even blow away such feelings.

“We do it without a condom, us.”

“……”

His hand stopped. However, it was only for a moment that he looked at it, revealing a mix of anger and hurt, as if his emotions were wildly fluctuating. He soon averted his gaze and tore open the condom packaging. As if he would no longer fall for the same trick of imitating Choi Hong-seo.

Choi Hong-seo became anxious. It was an opportunity that might not come again. I wanted to connect with him again, like I did when I was Choi Hong-seo. I suddenly yanked his wrist and resisted.

“You said to do it like Choi Hong-seo.” “But why can’t it be done?”

He answered with his expression first, as if to say, “Why are you asking such an obvious question?”

“Even if I asked you to hold me like Choi Hong-seo, I can’t treat you like Hong-seo…” That’s just not possible.

“……”

No matter how much you pretend to be Choi Hong-seo, just like the real Choi Hong-seo, even if I try to embrace you instead of Choi Hong-seo, I can’t think of you as the real Choi Hong-seo.

It was so correct that I couldn’t argue anymore.

He completely untied the knot of the already loose robe. His slightly erect penis emerged between the parted folds. His genitals were akin to his secrecy, his hidden self. In the face of his vigorous masculinity, Choi Hong-seo felt longing before lust.

The memory of sharing love with that connection, being loved to the point of melting into my body… Funny enough, it vividly came back to life in Yoon Hye-an’s body as well.

However, he did not allow himself to be immersed in memories.

His heavy, large hand lightly tapped Choi Hong-seo’s left shoulder.

“Thanks for getting into the role, but Bearback8 is a principle of only doing it with someone you love.”

After speaking plainly, he slowly pushed her shoulders outward. It meant to turn around and lie face down.

Confirming once again that he was not Choi Hong-seo, Choi Hong-seo obediently lay down as he was pushed. Rather, to ensure that he couldn’t see her face, or rather, to ensure that he couldn’t see ‘Yoon Hye-an’s’ face, she turned her face to the other side.

I felt the warmth of his body as he lay down next to me, behind my face. He lay sideways next to my prone body and placed his palm on my shoulder blade. The palm, damp with sweat, clung tightly to the skin. His hand gently stroked the back of her head. As if hesitating, gently, it was as cautious as a hand trying not to wake a beloved one who had fallen into a deep sleep.

When her face was hidden, he became even more affectionate. Choi Hong-seo buried his face in the pillow he was hugging and closed his eyes.