As True as a Dream Chapter 98

“Here.”

 

Removing the hand that had been cupping her breasts, Yi Ho gently took her hand and placed it on his lower half.

 

Hae-Joo’s mind snapped back to the unknown sensations he was giving her.

 

The place where he placed her hand was an important part of a man.

 

Startled by the hardness beneath her hand, Hae-Joo’s eyes widened and she quickly withdrew her hand.

 

Not wanting to force the issue, Yi Ho let her hand go.

 

Hae-Joo’s whole hand felt hot, like it was on fire.

 

‘How…! How could you put your hand there…!’

 

“Come on, you’ve got to be kidding me… Why does it hurt there….”

 

She stuttered and spat out in surprise, but Yi Ho frowned.

 

“It really hurts.”

 

“So why does it hurt there…!”

 

Hae-Joo’s mind was in chaos.

 

No matter how many times she’d been through the womb, broken bones, and the wilderness, she didn’t know everything in the world.

 

Especially between men and women.

 

The only things she knew about were things like kissing, and the nonsense she’d gleaned from the entertainers.

 

For example, she was told that when a man and woman make love, the area between their legs gets wet, but she couldn’t figure out how.

 

Even when Yangbu was alive, there was no sexual education between father and daughter.

 

Nor were there any female adults close enough to talk about these things openly.

 

So even though she knew what was making its presence felt under Yi Ho’s pants, she couldn’t connect it to why it hurt.

 

“Men get sick. When they get excited.”

 

Yi Ho’s response, too calm and collected for her gibberish, left Hae-Joo stunned.

 

“Excited…?”

 

“I never knew it hurt like this.”

 

“How… sick?”

 

She couldn’t help but ask as Yi Ho continued.

 

Then Yi Ho smiled, and while she was off guard, he took her hand again and placed it on his lower half.

 

She lightly rubbed and pressed.

 

At the same time, he squinted his eyes in pleasure and let out a low moan.

 

Hae-Joo’s face and hands seemed to burn, but in a different way this time.

 

Her hand stiffened involuntarily, grabbing at the bulge beneath his pants, and Yi Ho frowned at her.

 

“What should I do?” she asked, mesmerized by the bewitching look in his eyes, so full of color it was almost blinding.

 

“Uh… what can I do so it doesn’t hurt?”

 

“What if this gets sloppy?”

 

His voice had sunk somewhat low, and Hae-Joo’s gaze instinctively traveled to between his legs.

 

“How do I make it…mmm…mmm…mushy?”

 

“You want me to help you?”

 

“…Me?”

 

When she asked innocently, Yi Ho laughed again and pulled Hae-Joo’s hand away from between his legs.

 

Then he flipped her hand over so that her palm was visible.

 

As Hae-Joo’s eyes widened in shock, Yi Ho took her hand and kissed the top of her palm.

 

The feel of his hot breath and soft lips tickling her palm made her stomach clench and quiver.

 

“If you’re going to help me, you can’t quit halfway.”

 

She panicked, but then her vision flipped and she could see the attic ceiling.

 

And immediately into her field of vision were Yi Ho’s fresh-faced, red-rimmed eyes.

 

Ziiipp–

 

The sound of his pants zipping down sounded like thunder in the silence.

 

“Actually, there’s nothing difficult.”

 

“…?”

 

Hae-Joo was dumbfounded, not knowing what he meant by not difficult.

 

Yi Ho lowered his lips and kissed her on the lips.

 

At the same time, he took her hand from the floor.

 

“Hah…!”

 

A low moan escaped from Yi Ho’s lips as he parted them slightly.

 

Hae-Joo was dazed.

 

Something long and hard, yet soft like she’d never touched before, had been placed in her hand by Yi Ho.

 

He made her hand clench around it, then stroked it up and down.

 

“Hmph…!”

 

She looked up to see Yi Ho staring down at her, his eyelashes fluttering as he let out a low, cracking moan that sounded like a series of elastic bells.

 

His beautiful eyebrows arched as she squeezed her hand.

 

Despite the grimace, he seemed to be in a good mood.

 

The corner of his mouth lifted as their eyes met, and he kissed her forehead, eyelids, and cheeks.

 

“Touch me gently.”

 

She complied like a doll to the languid voice whispering in her ear.

 

Hae-Joo squeezed it like a hot ball of fire, a little more gently.

 

Then she watched him mesmerized as he grunted in pain.

 

Yi Ho stared back at her with a gaze of tender affection.

 

As their lips met and he buried his face in the nape of her neck, Yi Ho’s hands slid down her back, cupping her ass and sliding down to her thighs.

 

“Ah, so good….”

 

The sound of his voice, so soft against her ear, sent a shiver down her spine.

 

And then the next moment.

 

Her legs were spread apart and he was stroking her inner thighs, and suddenly her hand clasped tightly around his cock.

 

Hae-Joo was dazed.

 

His cock throbbed in her hand, as if he were spewing something, and soon something sticky spilled onto her hand.

 

“Haa…!”

 

He sighed as he licked and kissed her neck, and soon his arms were bracing her upper body and lifting her up slightly.

 

When their eyes met, Hae-Joo asked stupidly, half out of it.

 

“Hmm… water… hmmm… I think you’ve gotten wet.”

 

“Yep. Thanks.”

 

With cold sweat beading on his forehead, Yi Ho smiled loosely and kissed her on the lips.

 

Hae-Joo looked at that foxy, sly face and thought vaguely.

 

‘I’ve been swept away by this man again. What have I done now? I must have done something terrible! I’m really done with this.’

 

Meanwhile, Yi Ho was enjoying the sensation of Hae-Joo’s lusty hand on his penis.

 

Although he had never indulged in it, he had lived long enough to know that lovemaking between men and women was not unknown.

 

He’d seen it, heard of it, and someone had even seduced him.

 

But until now, he had never been curious, never been moved.

 

His priority in life has always been survival.

 

He had no idea that love could make his head spin and his heart sing.

 

He had never realized that he could run after a flying crow and never lose his breath, but now he was out of breath.

 

The ecstatic sensations that rushed through his body were unlike anything he’d ever felt before.

 

It was all thanks to this woman.

 

If it weren’t for her, he wouldn’t have known, wouldn’t have cared to know until he died.

 

Yi Ho swallowed a laugh at the somewhat dumbfounded look on Hae-Joo’s face.

 

His emotions, which had been fierce and stark, were now flowing in a multitude of colors because of her.

 

The more he looked at her, the more he cherished her.

 

He tilted his head again and lightly pecked Hae-Joo’s tiny parted lips with his own, licking and sucking on her upper lip with his tongue.

 

Hae-Joo’s eyes widened at him as if she’d come to her senses, but he only laughed.

 

He must be crazy.

 

***

 

“Delicious?”

 

Yi Ho asked as Hae-Joo giggled happily at the flavorful grape juice in her mouth.

 

“It’s incredibly delicious. I’ve always wanted to come here, and now I finally got to.”

 

With a twinkle in her eye, Hae-Joo craned her neck toward the outside of the partitioned romance box.

 

It’s a dessert kikda (a place for drinks and meals only, not a nightlife cafe) called Fruit Parlor, which recently opened its third branch in Iksanjeong, and has become popular among young people in Gyeongseong.

 

Outside, tables and rattan chairs with picha (beach) umbrellas are set up with sand on the floor to create a beachy atmosphere.

 

Inside, on the other hand, the boxy structure with partitions called romance boxes was aimed at couples.

 

“I’ve been wanting to try the fruit juice here,” Hae-Joo said offhandedly as they walked past the restaurant after eating wheat noodles for dinner.

 

“You should try it, too.”

 

Hae-Joo held out her glass of grape juice to Yi Ho, who had a steaming cup of coffee in front of him, but Yi Ho frowned and shook his head.

 

Come to think of it, he didn’t seem to enjoy sweets that much.

 

“Then you should try this, it looks so pretty, doesn’t it? The multi-layered bread part here is called pastry in the West.”

 

Hae-Joo pointed to the strawberry shortcake she had ordered for dessert.

 

Shortcake is a cake dessert made with layers of baked bread topped with cream or fruit.

 

“This is what they say is so good, pastry.”

 

Hae-Joo said again, as if amused by the awkward roll of Western words on her tongue, then scooped up a bite of the cake with her fork and offered it to Yi Ho.