Your Sweet Breath (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 14
“You didn’t change your clothes?”
“…….”
“Where have you been?”
Kang asked.
But San just stared at her without saying a word.
He was lost in thought, trying to figure out how to explain the complicated situation—how he’d left on an empty stomach because there was no guarantee he’d survive devouring her whole, so he’d gone out to fill up a bit first.
Hunting.
If he called it that, she’d probably be horrified.
Saying he’d just gone out to eat like a human would sound weird too.
Still unable to find the right words, he finally spoke up after a long silence.
“Just went out to ease my hunger a bit.”
“?”
“Came back with just an appetite.”
At San’s words, Kang raised her right hand into the air.
“Wait. I’m asking because I genuinely don’t get it.”
“…….”
“Is the hunger you’re talking about in your stomach? Or…?”
Her hand hovered near her own abdomen before losing its destination and freezing midair.
Understanding her question immediately, he answered without hesitation.
“For incubi, human food is just a snack—optional whether you eat it or not.”
Kang’s eyes narrowed slightly at that.
“So… you’re saying you just came back from eating someone else’s dream?”
“Was worried I’d get sick again if I overate.”
“How was it?”
“What?”
“You said you ate another dream outside.”
“…….”
“Was it good?”
Her intense, almost predatory gaze caught him off guard, but he answered truthfully anyway.
“Absolutely disgusting.”
Only then did Kang’s rigid expression soften, and the corners of her lips twitched upward as if she were holding back a smile.
She really was in a good mood.
First, because he said the dream he’d eaten outside tasted awful. Second, because she finally understood, deep down, just how much self-control it took for him to eat only her nightmare.
That must mean her nightmare was worth something.
She’d never imagined the nightmare that had haunted her for twenty years could possibly be this valuable.
Kang stepped aside belatedly and gestured for him to come in.
“You must be tired. Finish up quickly and go rest.”
Her tone was unusually considerate.
She seemed far more relaxed than she’d been yesterday.
“But where did you eat that nightmare?”
Just watching her carry on with her tasks while casually asking about his day confirmed it.
Observing her expression carefully, San replied.
“Plenty of places to eat. Everyone dreams.”
“Oh. So even though there’s food everywhere, our place is still a Michelin-starred restaurant.”
“Michelin… what?”
“Nothing. I’m just glad the dream you ate tasted awful.”
Seo Kang smiled brightly.
Now he finally understood what she’d been worried about.
He’d already told her multiple times that her nightmare had ruined his palate—but apparently, she hadn’t quite believed him.
Then again, how could a human understand?
They could never even taste their own dreams.
Their eyes met by accident, and for a while, they just stared at each other.
Throughout the whole silent exchange, Kang couldn’t wipe the smile off her face.
He knew she was grateful he ate her nightmares—but now that she’d completely dropped her guard and spoke so casually, it seemed she truly saw him as a special friend.
Especially those eyes.
They weren’t all that different from the way CEO Hwang looked at Seo Kang.
Like someone gazing at a goose that lays golden eggs.
Full of gratitude and affection, unable to contain how precious she was to him.
San had noticed this before, and he still found her reaction rather amusing.
Glancing away, he noticed a half-eaten biscuit next to the script on the table.
“Can you really eat that at this hour?”
Caught off guard, Seo Kang flinched slightly.
But she quickly recovered and replied with feigned nonchalance.
“It’s my dinner.”
“Your appetite seems pretty sharp these days?”
Teasing her with that comment finally made Kang shoot him a reproachful look.
“It’s all your fault. You said I’d gain weight.”
San shrugged.
“Makes you even tastier.”
His cheekiness only sharpened her glare further.
“Could you stop staring at me like I’m a chicken?”
“Chicken?”
“Yeah. Your eyes look exactly like someone eyeing a chicken they’re raising just to eat.”
At that, San couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
He genuinely hadn’t realized how he’d been looking at her until now.
Once his laughter settled, he patted the bed and beckoned her over.
“Let’s just sleep. It’s late.”
Kang quickly cleared away the biscuit and hurried over to climb onto the bed.
Then she buried herself deep under the covers.
“I’m sleeping first. You sleep well too.”
She casually hooked her pinky around San’s before closing her eyes, offering her greeting in advance.
But when he stayed silent for a long while, she opened her eyes again—only to find him staring down at her, lost in thought.
“What? Is there something on my face?”
“No.”
“Then what?”
“Tried it yesterday—your pinky has too little surface area. That’s only good for ten-minute naps.”
“Does surface area really matter?”
“It gets absorbed through contact area.”
“Ugh….”
Kang’s eyes widened in shock.
“Then what should we do? Hold hands instead?”
“Hand or fingers—it’s the same.”
“What about linking arms?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“……Then what do you suggest?”
She looked on the verge of tears.
He was thoroughly enjoying teasing her.
“Let’s gradually increase the contact area—more as we get closer.”
He took her hand as he spoke.
“For today, I’ll manage with this much.”
At that, Kang finally gave up on saying anything and closed her eyes again.
“Sleep well, Seo Kang.”
“You too, San.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized the greeting felt oddly awkward.
After a brief moment of thought, she corrected herself.
“Actually—enjoy your meal.”
With that, her consciousness soon faded away.
The moment Kang fell asleep, San absorbed her dream.
The taste of her nightmare—utterly different from the reluctant meal he’d forced down earlier—left him dizzy with delight.
His only regret was that such an exquisite dream deserved to be savored slowly, grain by grain, over a long time.
Take one bite, savor it, then suppress the instinct to devour it all at once.
Once his racing heart returned to its normal rhythm, take another careful bite.
It wasn’t about the quantity of the dream—it was about how and how long you ate it. He’d learned that the hard way yesterday.
San felt as though he’d turned into some kind of beast.
It was like handing a fork and spoon to a four-legged animal and expecting it to learn table manners.
But if they both wanted to stay safe, there was no other way.
At least, not until he developed willpower stronger than his hunger.
Today, he planned to enter Kang’s dreams.
Through her sleep, he could access her subconscious.
Once her face grew completely serene, San gently took her wrist, slid his palm across hers, and firmly interlaced their fingers.
Then, holding his own arm, he slowly closed his eyes.
He knocked gently on the door of her subconscious, sinking into it like plunging into a dark, deep ocean.
In that void—devoid of sound or touch—San found Kang suspended in midair, fast asleep.
Like Sleeping Beauty in the forest.
She lay deathly still within her own subconscious.
Her clothes, fingertips, and hair rippled softly in gentle curves, as if trapped inside a giant water droplet.
Red and blue lights danced around her chest, appearing faintly, then vanishing repeatedly—until they merged into a single violet glow that soon faded again.
‘I’ll give you the most delicious nightmare.’
His father’s voice from beyond memory echoed in his mind again and again.
‘San. Remember this well. You two will surely meet again.’
His mother’s voice also came back to him.
Standing before the sleeping Kang, he quietly watched her.
For a very long time.
In silence.
.
.
.
The next day.
Meeting Sam Young and San to head to the office together had already become routine.
They hadn’t done it many times, but humans were creatures of adaptation, after all.
“Want coffee?”
“I’ll have rooibos.”
Kang answered Sam Young’s question.
She’d decided to eat lightly today since she’d eaten yesterday.
But then San, who was sitting beside her, spoke up.
“I’ll go buy it today.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes. What would you like?”
“Then I’ll have a cold Americano.”
Nodding, he opened the car door—only for Sam Young to call out after his back.
“Four pumps of syrup!”
San lifted his hand lightly in acknowledgment before getting out of the car.
Soon after, Sam Young regretted sending him to buy drinks.
Though it was still fairly early, the streets were unusually crowded today.
The moment San stepped out, people’s eyes followed him continuously—from the moment he ordered his drinks, left the café, and walked back toward the car.
Quite a few even stopped in their tracks just to stare at him.
Though San was dressed entirely in black from head to toe, it somehow made the colors around him seem dull and lifeless—a strange, almost surreal sight.
Staring blankly at the scene, Sam Young finally spoke.
“Kang-ah.”
“Hmm?”
“I’ve got a question.”
“What is it?”
“Why doesn’t that guy become an idol with a face like that?”
Without even turning her head, she answered his question.
“I guess he just lacks talent.”
Sam Young shook his head firmly, as if that couldn’t possibly be true.
“No way. That guy’s got insane charisma.”
“…….”
“He even flirted with me using beef.”
“…….”
“Wait—was it really about the beef? Do I just like handsome guys? Or is it that I like anything pretty?”
He kept tilting his head, utterly baffled.
Watching his reaction, Kang replied casually.
“Maybe liking beautiful things is just human nature?”
“Sadly… now that you mention it, that kind of makes sense.”
“But even if that’s not it, you’re clearly obsessed with him—just like Hyung and the CEO. There’s no reason they’d all be so lenient toward Han San otherwise.”
At her words, Sam Young narrowed his eyes and gave a sly, knowing grin.
“Why are you leaving yourself out?”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ve also become surprisingly lenient toward San awfully fast.”
“Well….”
Because he eats my nightmares.
Because thanks to him, I can live like a human again.
Swallowing the words she couldn’t bring herself to say, Kang answered instead with an awkward smile.
In the meantime, San returned with the drinks and got back into the car.
He handed one to Sam Young and passed Kang hers.
“Why don’t you have one?”
“I’m fine with water.”
After taking a sip, Kang asked him.
“Did you overeat again yesterday?”
“…….”
“You did.”
“I didn’t even know I had such a big appetite.”
At his deadpan remark, she let out a small laugh.
After all, it secretly relieved her to know that just as she relied on him, he, too, depended on her for something.
Male lead is a Love-Obsessed Merman
When he discovers she has gone, he risks everything to pursue her on land, enduring agonizing pain to transform his tail into human legs…
One-line summary: Male lead chases female lead. The male lead’s love is a bit sick, an invincible love brain.
Synopsis
During a voyage at sea, Jiang Yang accidentally captures a merman.
Servant: I heard that mermen are fierce and brutal.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman obediently rubbing her palm like a puppy: “You call this fierce and brutal?”
Servant: I heard that mermen have no human nature.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman with wet puppy eyes, obsessively calling her ‘A Yang’ like a childish infant: “You call this having no human nature?”
With great difficulty, she releases the merman back into the sea and returns to shore.
Who would have thought that in less than half a month, the merman, who should have been freely wandering in the South China Sea, would shed his scales, endure the pain of losing his tail, transform into human legs, and come ashore to find her?
He kneels at her feet, rubbing her palm, with merman tears rolling down: “A Yang, don’t abandon me.”
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