At the sight of her reflection in the man’s eyes, filled with her image, the sharp jealousy that had been rising within her crumbled away. It was just a baseless emotion she had built up herself. Suddenly, she found herself devoid of any thoughts. The existence of O Chaewon shrunk to less than a speck of dust.
“It’s not a lie.”
The man smiled faintly with his eyes full of deep affection. His beauty in that moment took Dajeong’s breath away.
This Jaeho, in this situation, with this breath. That this was really her reality.
She worried about the merciless stimulation that their first encounter might bring, but separately, she was happy that this man desired her so much.
Would he think she was too easy?
There’s no charm in an easy woman, and would his feelings cool down after this night?
She didn’t know how to react to seem appropriately difficult and intriguing. As Dajeong muttered, trying to find the right words, he let out a frustrated groan.
“I desire you, Dajeong.”
Ah.
Dajeong extended her arms and wrapped them around his neck. It was a permission.
Jaeho buried his face near her neck without hesitation. When Dajeong flinched at the warmth of their clasped hands, Jaeho pulled her in deeper. What had excited the man so much? His touch, tender yet somehow rough, showed no hesitation.
She was entirely colored by him.
“I’ll show you the stars.”
“Mmh…”
“I promise.”
“…”
“You won’t see anything but Jaeho in the whole universe.”
Dajeong helplessly crumbled.
Was the autumn night sky clear? Were there many stars on that beach?
Unexpectedly crash-landing in a completely different place, Dajeong closed her eyes. A dreamlike man pushed into her, splitting her in half. A long, brilliant night of ecstasy was beginning.
The media buzz about the tragic incident lasted exactly one month.
After the period of remembrance ended, reporters stopped coming. Instead, Dajeong’s father started seeking them out. For some unknown reason, getting even a single article published became as hard as picking stars from the sky, and even the few successful interviews ended up buried. The cries of the victims’ families went unheard.
“Damn this filthy world! What are you afraid of to bury it! What does the kids’ death have to do with the election!”
Families of the victims sat on the ground, shouting.
Caught in between, Dajeong neither sat nor stood, constantly watching everyone. She couldn’t cry freely, as her brother’s death was always accompanied by controversy.
A 49th-day memorial service was held at a temple. Only then did a few media outlets come, briefly covered the event, and then disappeared.
Dajeong returned home, shadow-like beside her mother, and waited for someone.
There was a friend of her brother’s who promised to come to the 49th-day memorial service. She vaguely remembered his name and face, but she distinctly remembered waiting for him. She loitered outside until dusk and was scolded by Kyungjun for it.
“Who are you waiting for? Come inside, it’s dark.”
“You go. I’ll stay a bit longer.”
“Who is it anyway?”
“There is someone.”
She realized that day was the first time Kyungjun had a secret from her.
For some unknown reason, she didn’t want to reveal she was waiting for that person.
Until the 49th day, Dajeong somewhat believed her brother might still come back to life. She was still young enough to harbor such hopes.
But the memorial service ended, and her brother left the family forever. Her brother, said to have been burned beyond recognition, was now gone, even in spirit.
“Did he go in a clean state? I hoped he did, just as he always used to be meticulous about his appearance. It worried me, thinking that he might have to leave in his last state for such a long journey. I thanked him for being a good brother and apologized for being petulant as a last gift. It was a day when I painfully missed him.
‘Woojeong will tell you everything at the end. I’ll definitely come to your house on the 49th day. Wait for me, Dajeong.’
The person I met at my brother’s funeral had said that. There was no distortion in my memory. He promised twice, three times precisely. We talked about many other things too. But in the end, he never came.
I thought maybe he got the date of the 49th day mixed up, so I waited a few more days. He was the person with deep eyes who my brother used to call ‘Hyuna.’
Even living a difficult reality, Dajeong occasionally thought of him. What he wanted to say, why he didn’t come.
The man with the unresolved mystery occasionally knocked on the door of her memory.
It was a late morning.
Dajeong wriggled under the blanket and opened her eyes. Memories of last night flooded in – the brazen cries that had come from her own mouth, and his fiery movements.
Her face heated up.
“Did you wake up?”
A broad chest approached from behind and embraced Dajeong. It was a solid and broad body. Dajeong took a deep breath. Embarrassment and comfort hit her at the same time.
My Ex-Girlfriend Is The Regent In The Female-dominant World (Male lead transmigrates to the matriarchal world)
Two years ago, Gu Sui picked up a homeless woman in ancient costume from the street.
Apart from occasionally claiming to be a princess from a female-dominant country due to illness, her figure, appearance, intelligence, and martial arts skills were impeccable.
Naturally evolving from roommates to girlfriends, as time went on, Gu Sui found it increasingly difficult to tolerate her queen syndrome.
“Mu Jiulu, can you stop controlling me inside and out? Let’s break up.”
Gu Sui made a breakup call, and since then, he couldn’t find any trace of her.
A year later, Gu Sui, who was planning to move, woke up the next day and found himself in a different place.
“Young Master, today is the day you choose your Wife-master through martial arts competition at Jade Dew Pavilion. Please get up quickly.”
Gu Sui: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
As the only son of a general’s mansion in a female-dominant dynasty, the young empress personally issued a decree allowing Gu Sui to select his Wife-master through martial arts competition. Whoever could defeat him could marry him.
Gu Sui: “……”
He didn’t inherit the original owner’s martial prowess, so anyone could defeat him! And what the hell is a Wife-master?
Forced to come to Jade Dew Pavilion, the densely packed women below made Gu Sui’s agoraphobia act up, and his face was full of resistance.
Until he saw the Regent sitting on the second floor, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes wicked and nonchalant.
Hmm… she looked a little familiar.
It turned out that the Regent also found him a little familiar.
Mu Jiulu fiddled with her bone clasp, her deep gaze locked on the man who was out of place in this world.
“Finally, I found you.”
Male transmigrates into female-dominant world
One-sentence summary: What goes around comes around, taking turns in the crematorium
