Wandering Through – Vol. 2 Chapter 40 – Escape 🔞

Author: Nikss

Yiseo woke up after a long, deep sleep.

It wasn’t that she hadn’t been sleeping properly or that she was sleep-deprived. It was just that, between passing out after mixing bodies with Leegwang or waking up to find his member already inside her, she never felt like she had truly rested.

Likewise, it was more like her energy was being drained.

Even after sleeping all night, she would still doze off during the day. Her frail body was never meant to endure prolonged lovemaking in the first place.

Strangely, Yiseo found herself almost relieved to feel the pain in her right leg again.

It wasn’t that the pain had been gone—it was just that her entire body had been so sore, as if thoroughly beaten, that she couldn’t focus on just her leg.

Dawn was breaking, and the dimly lit room revealed Leegwang holding Yiseo, sleeping as still as a corpse.

Yiseo quietly studied his face.

She had always thought, even since childhood, that he had a pretty face. Now that he had grown, no one would mistake his gender, but as a child, he had been so beautiful it was almost surprising he was a boy.

What made him so pretty?

She carefully examined his features—his pale forehead, thick eyebrows, and the deep-set eyes beneath them—but couldn’t figure it out.

Hesitantly, she reached out and brushed away a strand of hair that had fallen on his cheek.

Unlike her soft flesh, his skin felt firm, and without thinking, she pressed lightly before jerking her hand back in surprise.

In response, the arm wrapped around her waist pulled her tighter against him. His eyes still closed, he murmured in a sleep-heavy voice,

“…You can keep touching me.”

When Yiseo hesitated, his large hand guided her wrist back to his cheek. She traced his skin absently and muttered,

“It’s strange how it doesn’t leave a mark.”

For someone like her, whose skin reddened at the slightest touch, the fact that his didn’t even after pressing down was unfamiliar.

He chuckled lowly and said, “It’ll leave a mark if you press harder. Try using more force.”

“I don’t want to hurt you…”

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“No matter how hard you press with your hands, it won’t hurt anyway.”

She flinched slightly, but since Yiseo knew he was right, she simply withdrew her hand.

Leegwang, now awake, watched her hand drop sullenly and smiled, gripping the back of her neck to press her lips against his nape.

“Suck hard. That’ll leave a mark easier than just using your hands.”

It wasn’t like she particularly wanted to leave a mark.

But not wanting to ruin the peaceful mood, Yiseo obeyed and sucked on his nape. After a few sucks, she pulled away, noticing the spot had reddened slightly, so she gently licked it with her tongue.

Leegwang laughed, his body shaking lightly. Then he pulled her neck again, pressing her lips back to the same spot.

“Maybe biting would be better. Use your teeth.”

Yiseo shook her head, her lips still against his nape.

Honestly, having been bitten and chewed on by him many times before, it wasn’t just exaggerated pain—it genuinely hurt. Besides the pain itself, the fear of having her flesh torn away made her body stiffen, only intensifying the ache.

“With your strength, even if you bite, it won’t hurt.”

Biting and sucking are different. Yiseo pulled her lips away from his nape and retorted.

“Even an ant bite hurts.”

“Have you ever been bitten by one?”

“After being bitten as a child, I never went near them again. It hurt. Really.”

At her serious explanation, he stifled a laugh and humored her.

“I see. So you lose even to ants.”

“That’s not what I meant…!”

Leegwang pushed Yiseo’s flustered body down. Then, slowly, he ran his hand over her neck, shoulders, and chest—already covered in bite marks. Her body instantly tensed.

“Did it hurt a lot?”

“People… naturally hurt when bitten.”

“More than when an ant bit you?”

What kind of obvious question was that? Just looking at their sizes should make it clear.

Common sense would say that being bitten by a man as big as a beam would hurt more than being bitten by an ant the size of a fingernail. If you asked a hundred people, all hundred would give the same answer.

Yiseo glanced at his still-amused face and answered cautiously.

“Just… a little more…?”

“Then from now on, I won’t bite—just suck.”

Really? Yiseo’s eyes widened at his declaration, considering how until now, he had treated human flesh like tough meat, chewing relentlessly.

Of course, for her, this was nothing short of a blessing, but she couldn’t tell if it was the same for him.

Didn’t he enjoy sinking his teeth into flesh?

He traced the bite marks on the nape of her neck as he whispered. Faint bruises still lingered around the imprints.

“If I don’t bite, you’ll come closer to me, won’t you?”

Yiseo wondered if that even mattered.

Even if a tranquil atmosphere settled between them now, the nature of their relationship hadn’t changed.

After all, their current dynamic was nothing more than Leegwang forcibly keeping her by his side.

Whether Yiseo wanted to stay near him or escape made no difference—it held no meaning in this arrangement.

“If it hurts, and you avoid me, it’s my loss, so I should endure.”

It felt strange hearing such words from a man who, since first taking her body, had never shown restraint before.

Today, he was unusually lenient.

To be precise, since yesterday. Yiseo stared at him blankly before reaching out and wrapping her arms around his neck.

Then, she whispered into his ear, “I’m sleepy. Can we rest a little longer?”

Leegwang obediently pulled her into his embrace and lay down. Yiseo buried her face against his chest and smiled bitterly.

He didn’t grope her. Instead, as if wishing her good sleep, he stroked her back.

Like throwing a bone to a well-behaved dog, Yiseo placed her hand on his waist and patted him a few times.

The hand caressing her back grew even gentler.

At that moment, Yiseo was certain—when she reached out first, he softened.

On any other day, she would have woken up at dawn, impaled on his member. No matter how desperately she shook beneath him, pleading for him to stop, he wouldn’t have listened.

Instead, he would’ve been too busy forcing himself deeper, gripping her body as she tried to escape.

It wasn’t that his desire had lessened. He was simply enduring his cravings just because Yiseo had extended a hand.

…Pathetic.

That alone was enough to see—what he truly wanted wasn’t this kind of relationship.

One where they sought each other when apart, held one another as they slept, met each other’s gaze with smiles…

He might have wanted those things.

Not violating her, making her cry, or trampling over her.

Perhaps if he had married Yiseo without remembering his past life, they could have lived like that.

They might have become a loving young couple.

Yiseo thought about the past wedding, imagining what could have been. She recalled the little groom, smaller than her, not the large man he was now.

His eyes, unchildlike, had been filled with malice toward her—as if that little boy remembered all the suffering from his past life.

Leegwang’s entire life was ruined because he remembered his past.

Yiseo wanted to give him back his life.

A life where he could live like an ordinary person, remembering nothing of his previous existence.

That was the best she could do—unable to love him, yet unable to resent him.

He had toyed with Yiseo’s life, body, and heart as he pleased. So she couldn’t love him. But since everything he did to her was ultimately retribution for what Yiseo in his past life had done, she couldn’t resent him either.

Yiseo closed her eyes in his embrace.

‘You love me while hating me. I can neither love nor hate you.’

This kind of fate—it would be better if it never existed. For your sake, too.