Your Sweet Breath (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 12
Han San.
Why.
Want to try it now?
What.
You said you wanted to eat my dream. Go ahead and try it now.
San leaned against the headboard, resting his chin on his bent elbow, and silently stared at Kang.
She was so close he could feel her breath, her eyes shimmering with eager anticipation.
She looked just like a brave deer standing before a lion, saying, “Go ahead and eat me.”
No.
This wasn’t bravery—it was absurdity.
It made no sense.
Apparently, Seo Kang had spent twenty years tormented by nightmares and built up such nerve that nothing frightened her anymore.
After all, this was the same woman who’d once twisted her own neck like a chicken’s without hesitation—of course she had nothing left to fear.
So I just stay still? Just sleep quietly?
He watched her chattering away, then finally gave up and smiled.
There was no escaping this—it wouldn’t solve itself by delaying.
Better to get it over with.
Listen carefully. I’ll explain everything now.
When San spoke, Kang nodded vigorously several times, showing her resolve.
All you need to do is stay touching me when you fall asleep.
Touching?
Any part of your body—just keep contact with me. That’s how you’ll avoid nightmares, and how I’ll get my meal.
Kang’s face stiffened.
So all this time, he’d been beside her every time she slept?
And physical contact was the trigger?
Which part had been touching?
San chuckled softly, seeing her thoughts written plainly across her face.
Don’t worry.
……
We’ll just hold hands tonight.
He added,
Want to try it? Let’s start with our pinkies.
He hooked his little finger like a noose.
Then quietly whispered toward her,
Trust me and sleep.
I can’t sleep if you’re watching me.
You’ll get used to it. We’ll be doing this every day from now on.
At San’s words, Kang quietly stared at their interlaced fingers. Then, as if making up her mind, she tightened her grip, firmly hooking her own finger.
Once she closed her eyes, the sensation in her fingers became even sharper.
It felt strange somehow.
His body, always cool before, now burned hot—as if lit by fire.
Your hand’s too hot.
I get excited thinking about eating.
His light remark earned a shivery reply.
Was he joking or serious?
Beyond her fading consciousness, San’s final greeting drifted in.
I’ll eat well, Kang-ah.
……
Sleep well.
Darkness crashed over her like a signal flare shot into the sky.
Her awareness vanished instantly, as if under hypnosis.
San sat beside her, silently watching Kang as she slept.
The usually chatty Seo Kang had quieted down—
as still as if dead.
Her beautiful face, bathed in cold moonlight, looked like a perfectly sculpted wax figure.
Until now, he’d always arrived late—only after Kang was deep in nightmares—then infiltrated her dreams.
Inside the dream, he’d reveal himself to Kang and “everyone” there, then pull her unconscious mind out with him.
The rest was simple.
He’d stay by her side, quietly devouring the leftover dream fragments, then slip away.
That alone was enough for a meal.
But from today on, he needed to absorb her nightmare the moment she started dreaming.
He should’ve been ecstatic—finally feasting on the most delicious dream in existence—but instead, he felt more worry than joy.
Because dream demons weren’t so different from humans.
Familiar flavors were the scariest.
Afraid he might lose control and gorge himself, he’d hesitated to reach out.
But then he remembered what the dream’s owner had once said:
“You never needed self-control before because you didn’t truly crave it.”
If Kang really died, he’d be the one left regretting it.
The moment he gently pulled his finger free, her nightmare began manifesting, as if it had been waiting.
Peace slowly drained from her face, fear seeping in, her lovely brow furrowing.
Only then did her face—previously just a pretty shell—seem truly alive.
What other emotion was as vivid as human fear?
Annoyed by how she’d once threatened him with her own life, he decided to watch a little longer.
Also, the absurdity of offering her soul’s dream so casually—like sharing a biscuit—made him want to leave it be.
……
She began to groan.
Only then did San, who’d been calmly observing, finally move closer.
Gently massaging her tense brow with his thumb, he watched peace return to her face as if nothing had happened.
Absorbing just a bit of the nightmare already made his blood surge through his veins.
He took her white hand resting on the blanket and slowly began drawing in her fear like breathing in air.
Her exhaled breath, the tension from her fingertips—all of it flowed into him without remainder.
As always, Seo Kang’s nightmare tasted thrillingly delicious.
But her dream also left him with both immense satisfaction and intense thirst.
His hairs stood on end.
The primal urge to devour every last drop began overwhelming his reason.
……
San clenched his jaw tight and stared at Kang’s pale throat.
If her dream tastes this good, how delicious must her soul be?
He could completely understand the ghouls who’d strangle someone in a blind rage.
He felt his heartbeat accelerate, his breath growing ragged.
And then, as if repelled, he abruptly pulled back.
Damn it.
He fell to the floor and slammed his fist down.
She’d offered to let him eat as much as he wanted—yet he never imagined it would hurt this much.
He’d never dreamed that the moment he finally got to feast on what he’d longed for, he’d end up pushing it away, unable to bear it.
For the first time in his life, San summoned every ounce of self-control and closed his eyes.
Suppressing his raging instincts proved far harder than he’d thought.
.
.
.
Kang slowly opened her eyes.
The familiar ceiling came into view. After blinking a few times, she bolted upright.
Huh!
Am I still dreaming?
Am I really awake?
Confused, she touched her own cheek—but every sensation confirmed this was reality.
Squinting, she tried to piece together her memories.
She might’ve had a dream.
Or maybe not.
It felt like something had been erased—nothing came to mind.
Did I really… not have a nightmare?
It was unbelievable, even though she’d just lived it.
Now that she understood what happened, she realized how incredibly refreshed she felt—far beyond that brief nap she’d taken during the day.
The satisfaction of deep sleep made her feel as if her quality of life had skyrocketed from the ground straight into the cosmos.
She nearly cried.
Because she was finally, truly free from the nightmares that had tormented her for so long.
Goodness.
Kang covered her face with both hands and trembled.
What words on earth could express how she felt right now?
Countless sleepless nights flashed before her eyes like a reel of film.
Ah!
Then, belatedly, she remembered San.
She quickly looked around, but he was already gone.
Only the rumpled blanket and the tingling sensation in her palm—clenched tightly as if holding something—hinted that he’d been there.
“What if I end up wanting to eat you too?”
Just as he’d said—lacking self-control by nature—it seemed overindulging in her nightmare had truly been quite burdensome in more ways than one.
After all, he’d fled from her side as if running away.
Unaware of the ordeal he’d endured, she simply basked in this newfound happiness, laughing softly like a foolish person.
Turning her head, she saw dawn slowly brightening the sky.
.
.
.
Good morning!
She cheerfully greeted them first as she opened the van door.
San, seated in the back, slowly turned his gaze, and Sam Young—startled by Kang’s bright energy—quickly flashed a warm smile.
Our Kang… looks incredibly happy today?
I slept really deeply.
Really deeply?
Yeah.
No dreams?
Nope. Not a single one.
At his skeptical question, she nodded repeatedly, smiling.
If I feel like this today, I think I could handle several schedules in one day.
Sam Young studied her unusually radiant demeanor for a while, then smiled in relief and started the car.
But the surprises didn’t end there.
Hello, San-ah.
At her friendly greeting to San beside her, Sam Young instinctively slammed on the brakes.
……Hello, San-ah?
Kang just shrugged at Sam Young, who’d fully turned to stare.
What? Didn’t you tell us to get along since we’re the same age?
Ah… right. It’s good to be friendly.
Yesterday she’d seemed wary enough to pierce the sky, yet in just one day—what on earth had happened?
What was this strange sense of déjà vu?
Had Kang gotten beef too?
He rubbed his neck for no reason, amused by his own silly thought.
As the car started moving again at the signal, she asked San once more.
Did you sleep well last night?
He answered by only turning his head, still resting his chin in his hand.
No.
……
I couldn’t sleep—I overate.
At San’s reply, Sam Young burst out laughing and chimed in.
Even the tastiest food gives you indigestion if you overeat, San-ah.
Exactly.
You said you’d go eat something delicious all by yourself.
Chuckling, he turned the wheel toward their usual café—now a habit etched into his bones.
But this time, instead of her usual espresso shot, she ordered a smoothie.
Strawberry yogurt smoothie?
Yeah. Load it up with cream, syrup, and cookies.
It was surprising to see her show such enthusiasm for food.
Sam Young nodded, saying okay.
San declined, claiming his stomach was still full from last night and nothing would go down.
A moment later.
Kang started eating the smoothie he’d bought her.
The toppings piled so high the lid wouldn’t even close properly, yet she ate it all happily without removing a single bit.
Sam Young watched her fondly in the rearview mirror, smiling warmly.
They say a mother feels full just seeing her child eat.
Maybe this was what mothers felt like—because he kept smiling without even realizing it.
Kang-ah. Is it good?
Yeah. Guess I really like sweet things.
But you never used to.
That was before.
……
I didn’t know sweet things could taste this good.
She beamed brightly, licking cream off the corner of her mouth.
Maybe it’s because I slept well. My appetite’s totally back.
It was joy she’d never known before.
Small happinesses—tiny yet certain—began gently knocking on Kang’s heart.
Male lead fell into her trap — and shattered when she walked away
This is also on my reread list!
This one is a slow burn, but when it burns, it burns hard.
Definitely worth a read, y’all!
The story follows a thousand-year-old seductive spirit who, on a bet, sets out to charm the male lead—a once-promising but unfortunate cultivator.
But just when she succeeds in making him fall for her, she heartlessly leaves, driving him to madness.
Determined to find her at all costs, he captures her, keeping her by his side no matter what, even if she hates him.
I love this kind of trope—I enjoy watching the male lead suffer in agony.
The ending drags a bit with unnecessary filler, but that’s fine.
As long as I enjoy the beginning, I’m good.
Intro
As an enchantress, Su Heng possesses captivating eyes and charming beauty, easily manipulating the joys and sorrows of living beings at her fingertips.
But to enchant a god, making him taste the bitterness of love’s separation, long-lasting resentment, unattainable desires, and inability to let go…
Do you dare?
Su Heng assists a divine lord in his cultivation, aiming to make him experience all the sufferings of love, so that he can attain the Great Dao.
Only after being chased down from the heavens by the divine lord, confined and completely possessed by him, does she realize how successful she has been.
The once gentle and polite youth has transformed into someone she no longer recognizes.
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