The surprised expression of the boy, the smoky ceiling. Scenes passed one by one before her eyes, and a dull shock was felt at the back of her head.
Dajeong felt her mind go blank as a strange darkness enveloped everything.
All around was pitch-black darkness.
Below the surface of sleep, consciousness was sinking even deeper, and an unknown warmth could be felt starting from somewhere.
Struggling painfully, Dajeong suddenly opened her eyes.
“Ha, haa… ha…”
A short, gasping sigh filled the dark room. Dajeong wiped the cold sweat and leaned against the bedhead, sitting up.
She thought it was truly the end now.
When she was young, she often suffered from nightmares. She would shout that it was hot and cry, and there were many nights when she tossed and turned until morning.
But after her parents passed away, the nightmares, like a lie, stopped.
The subconscious sense of crisis that no one is there to take care of. The harsh reality that one can no longer act spoiled. It seemed like those things had deeply permeated her instincts.
Thinking that she had bid farewell forever to that horrific apparition. Although she pretended to be okay, it seemed like she hadn’t completely shaken off the past.
Dajeong wiped the sweat-drenched area around her neck with her palm. Untangling the hair, matted with sweat, was not an easy task.
“Ha… Let’s take a shower.”
Dajeong hurriedly entered the bathroom as if being chased. Washing away the sticky body and mind, she suddenly remembered the boy from that time.
‘I hope he’s living well…’
Sometimes she missed him, and sometimes she wanted to see him.
The image of the boy who had exerted all his strength to save her remained vividly in Dajeong’s memory for a long time.
Holding her hand, undressing and wrapping her up. Even though she felt resentful for being involved in the accident because of him, she also felt genuinely grateful and precious.
The boy broke his promise to come back and ran away alone. However, Dajeong still felt thankful and cherished him.
As warm water streamed down, the boy’s face came to mind.
Black pupils and stubborn eyes. It seemed like he had distinct features. However, the old memories were faint, like a faded photograph.
Maybe she could meet him in her dreams again. Dajeong thought so as she stepped out of the shower booth.
Drying her hair with a towel and putting on a shower gown, she heard a faint sound in the living room.
Perhaps it was due to an uneasy dream. Suddenly, she longed for his embrace. Dajeong quickly opened the bathroom door.
“Taesang, are you here?”
Dajeong said, wandering through the corridor.
Taesang came out of the guest bathroom located at the end of the living room. He was pulling down the sleeves of his shirt, whether he had washed his hands or not.
Dajeong approached him with lively steps.
“I watched the press conference today. It might sound strange, but it was really cool.”
She couldn’t stop talking as she crossed the corridor. It was as if she had become a child who had been left alone for a long time.
He silently grabbed Dajeong’s shoulder, who came running. His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed.
“I would be happier if you welcomed me like this after coming out…”
Taesang’s gaze, flowing like a stream, stopped at the loosely tied shower gown.
“Oh, this, uh…”
The problem was that she hastily tied the gown and rushed out in joy.
Dajeong was surprised and loosened the gown. Her neck turned red as he carefully tied the waistband. The curves that had slightly peeked out were covered warmly again.
“We can deal with this later, a bit later.”
Taesang said, pressing his lips against her round forehead. It felt like a light greeting, gently touching her.
“Stay well, and don’t come out like this next time. You might catch a cold.”
“Got it.”
“Dry your hair before coming out.”
He said, holding wet strands of hair in his hand. Displeasure was evident on his narrowed forehead. Dajeong bit her lips as if she found it charming.
“Let’s dry your hair first.”
As the small hand led, the toes followed suit. Taesang sat Dajeong in the middle of the sofa and headed to the guest bathroom.
In his returning hand was a fluffy towel.
“Here, take this.”
Dajeong reached out for the towel. As if it was impossible, he pulled his hand back.
“I brought this for myself.”
“…Really?”
“So, I’ll be the only one using it.”
“Huh?”
In the end, it was a statement that he wanted to help her dry. With a bewildered look directed at him, Taesang casually relaxed his eyebrows.
He wrapped his hair with the towel and placed his hand on top. The round head was enveloped in his large hands.
As his long fingers moved busily, Dajeong’s eyes widened for a moment.
“Oh, right. I heard everything.”
“What?”
“What you did secretly, Taesang. Giving airplane tickets to Yeongjin for the school trip?”
Taesang just lifted the corner of his mouth without replying.
“He said he met Grandpa secretly and told him he was going to give airplane tickets to Yeongjin’s school.”
“Yeongjin is not in danger at all.”
Taesang’s hand, which was stroking her head, reached near her ear. He carefully moved the wet hair behind her ear and gently stroked the hair.
“If Grandpa finds out, he’ll probably be disappointed.”
“It’s okay. He knows better than anyone else.”
The long fingers swept behind the ear again. Slowly and carefully, several times. Dajeong lowered her head and let out an uneven voice.
“You’re doing it several times.”
“…I’m not good at handling long hair.”
Taesang couldn’t stop his moving hand.
If you follow along the round back of the ear, it touches the round earlobe at the end. It was cute and adorable. No matter how much he touched, it seemed like he would never get tired of it.
“Even though you’ve tied your hair yourself…”
In a murmuring reprimand, Taesang quietly returned to his original purpose. Though he had a smile on his face, there was a lingering regret in the gradually receding touch.
“How is Yeongjin’s preparation for the competition going?”
“Considering he says he’s tired of winning the gold medal, well, he seems to be doing well…”
Dajeong spoke in a slightly lower voice.
“I think he’s worried a lot because of the venue for the competition.”
“The venue?”
“Yes. This year’s concours will be held at Sehan Art Hall.”
Suddenly, Taesang’s hand came to a stop.
The Villainous Demon Lord Laid an Egg for Her (Female-Dominated)
Several months after transmigrating into a book, Yu Wu found herself facing the demon lord Li You, who could no longer conceal his dragon horns. With one hand on her aching waist and the other gripping a sharp sword, she stared at him.
The demon lord’s eyes were red with fury:
“This is all your doing! Today, I won’t rest until I kill you!”
Yu Wu rubbed her temples. Putting aside the taboo against bloodshed during pregnancy, wasn’t it this very man who willingly walked into her trap that day?!
Warnings:
- Male pregnancy.
- Height ratios are set to mirror typical male-female height proportions.
- Characters include a foot-loving demon lord and an eldest daughter from an immortal family’s concubine lineage.
