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“Twelve eggs?!” Celine exclaims, stunned, her eyes fixed on the man right in front of her, a drop of cold sweat sliding slowly from her temples down to her neck.
“Alpha demons normally get one small egg per heat, which means Rumi’s heats already started about a year ago” the man in an all white doctor’s coat continues to explain after being interrupted. He’s calm, which makes Celine even more uncomfortable with the situation, like if that wasn’t as urgent to him as it is to her. “How long has she been on the list?”
“Since she was ten! It had been already three years and nothing! This institute is a joke!” her voice comes out more exasperated and louder than she was expecting, but she doesn’t mind, “And what now? Do I wait until she explodes?!”
The doctor takes a deep breath and leans closer to her, interlacing his fingers upon the cold metallic table between them. The clinic suddenly gets quiet for a few seconds with only the mechanical fan noises breaking it. They exchange a stern glare. From the doctor’s side, he was trying to hide the reluctance of having to say the next few words. From Celine’s side, she was trying to hide the fear of hearing them.
“You know very well by now that there are extremely few semi-demons on the world” he finally starts, “she can still be on the waiting list for us to find an available omega for years”
“She doesn’t have years!” Celine again interrupts him, but her thoughts had been already drifted to the corridor just outside the doctor’s office — where her sweet daughter was patiently waiting for her, “Her belly is already...” she stops mid-sentence, afraid to finish it.
“I know. Look, in this kind of situations, the best medical procedure is to find someone else to replace an omega, someone who’s not a semi-demon.”
“A... human?” she stumples a little over her own words, “I thought it was only possible with others semi-demons”
“It is the ideal, yes, but facing the lack of them, she could make use of a human for her oviposition”
“Wouldn’t that impregnate the human in question?”
“Just if the egg stays on the womb for a few days, the human would just serve as a way for Rumi’s body to discharge them” he stops a little bit, “The human partner would have to lay the egg within the first hours after the intercourse in this case”, the doctor’s eyes were fixed on Celine’s, the quiet understanding between the lines didn’t have to be explained for her to fully understand what she had to do now.
“Hey, Rumi”, Celine’s words come out weak at the sign of her daughter sitting on the wooden chair outside the office, her gaze shifting automatically to the girl’s belly which was so swollen that she’d be easily confused with a four to five months pregnant human, “Let’s go home”
Rumi stands up with some difficulty, always staring at the floor just like she had been doing for the last few months whenever she was around Celine. The girl was feeling a mix of embarrassment and anxiety at the same time, so strong that it prevented her of saying any words at all. She quietly follows Celine through the endless corridors of the building. When they finally reached the alleyway outside, the older woman takes a final look at the facade’s bright letters of the building they were in just now, “Doctor Han - solutions for all your problems”.
“Solutions my ass” she thinks, but tries to keep a straight face. It took her months to finally find a doctor within the Institute for Demons Hunters specialized in semi-demons, and even more months to finally come to another country to conduct the tests on Rumi and find out what was going on inside of her. There are just three places like this on earth, the Institute maintain them totally unknown by the human world, and strongly protected from the demon world, even though inside the closed demons hunters society semi-demons are a big taboo.
She peeks at the thirteen years old girl right next to her, feeling the anxiety of knowing what to do next, but afraid to do so. “If you had at least left a manual, Mi-yeong...”
Home didn’t feel like home anymore. After a long plane trip back to their country, everything they both were longing for was to just feel safe in their own place, but it never felt as unsafe as it is right now.
Even being mid spring, the whole 30 floor building felt just as cold as a winter solstice night. Even with the lights on, the flat felt just as dark as the early evening sky stretching to the horizon beyond the windows. And even with the colourful flowers Rumi loved to take care of arranged throughout the entire guest room, their thoughts were entirely painted in shades of gray.
“Go take a shower first” Celine as always demands, Rumi as always obeys.
The sound of the dripping water coming from the loo soon mingled with the sound of dripping wine filling up the biggest glass Celine could find on the cupboard. The pain down Rumi’s belly caused by months of neglected breeding were just as worst as the pain down Celine’s belly cause by the strong shame and blame of her lust hunger.
And that was the worst for the older woman — the yearning, the craving, the thirst. She had felt that for her own adoptive daughter for years now, but she had not only contained herself, but also hated herself for it. The wall she had so meticulously built up in their relationship — the cold orders, the rigid training, the objective talks, everything just to keep Rumi at a save distance from her. Such a huge and strong wall about to collapse.
The last sip of wine had an odd salty taste blended into it. Celine didn’t even notice the first lonely drop of tear falling down from her right eye, only being able to catch the glimpse of the second one after facing herself on the top-floor apartment window — the barely-visible reflection of an atagonist.
“Why me?” she asks, but no answers come back from the big vivid city down below. A happy shameful feeling slowly growing inside of her. “Why her?” the yearning matching up so well with the taste of being turned into the villain she had fought so much to not become. “Why us?”, the sound of the shower stops.
It’s time...
“We can do it on your time”, Celine’s voice had a dim sweet and smooth taste on it, but the clock betrayed her words — the digits were always too lazy to change after midnight, as if time itself had problems to go by. “Whenever you feel ready”, but she herself wasn’t ready for it, even being alone with her own daughter within four walls and purely just holding her into her arms felt... wrong.
“It hurts”, were the first words that came out of the younger one’s mouth in hours, maybe even days. Her fingers kneading the hem of the older’s crimson silk robe, trying to find a save figure to hold on to. “Please, mom”. Celine felt like her entire world suddenly opened a huge crater straight down to hell on that moment. Rumi barely never had used the word “mom” with her, and using it in this context felt like sharp blades tearing down her stomach.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you”, she replies while slowly leaning towards the girl, hesitant to lay down the simplest kiss on Rumi’s forehead. She just realized the amount of pressure she was putting into her grip on the younger’s left forearm when she releases it, letting the light coral colour on her skin to gradually disappear, leaving behind only the faint demon’s patterns adorning her thin arm.
“I’ll keep asking you the colours to check on you. If you want to stop, just say ‘red’, okay?”, Rumi nods, Celine’s cold fingers run down to the girl’s belly, she slowly places her hand under the cute purple cotton shirt, feeling the rigid skin there, her belly feeling so warm... so swollen... Celine swallows dry to take her mind back into place, “If you want me to slow down, but not stop, say ‘yellow’, okay?”, her instructions were as always limpid clear, Rumi’s reactions were as always obedient nods. “If you want me to keep the same pace, say ‘green’, okay?”, Celine’s fingers instinctively press down the skin, not too much, not to hurt, but enough for Rumi to take a long sigh before nodding this time, “I’ll need you to fully trust me with this one-”
“I do” Rumi interrupts her, it was not her style to stop Celine’s lines, never, but at this point she was starting to get impatient. Both their longing glares meet. Facing upwards were Rumi’s purple innocent eyes painted with the only source of light coming from the crescent moon outside the window, facing downwards were Celine’s black guilty eyes too hidden for the moonlight to meet them.
“I also need to trust you” The older woman states, leaning closer enough for their breathes to mingle, she tries her best to keep her voice stable. “Trust that you’ll tell me if anything is wrong” were the sweet words that came out of her mouth. “Trust that you won’t hate me after this” were the bitter words that she kept unsaid and locked inside.
“You can trust me”, this time it was Rumi who leaned closer. Now their lips so close that they could seal the darkest concealed secret at any moment. “You can trust me”, she repeats in a barely audible whisper. Celine cups the girl’s small face with her left hand, and without any ceremony, eradicates the distance between them.
It was silent, slow, careful, shameful.
However gradually the whimpers came, the groaning came, the tongues, the scratches, the fast pace breathing.
And then it was loud, fast, wishful, lustful.
The full body mirror in Rumi’s closed small room was the only witness of their sin. The whole city below them felt too far to prevent their crime. The morals craved down their brain now being blown by the wind getting through the wide window like words written in the sand by the beach.
And it was wrong, right, cold, hot.
So wrong as the dancing of tongues between mom and daughter’s lustful needs. So right as the fulfillment of their thirst for one another’s flavour. So cold as the freezing fingertips smoothly adorning Rumi’s face. So hot as the burning scratches of sharp demon nails tracing down Celine’s back.
Celine did want to say something, anything, even scream if posible. But the wet noises from their passionate kiss were the only noises coming out of her. Rumi did want something, anything. But her pre-teenager brain was not developed enough to name what that “thing” was.
The older one’s fingers ran down to Rumi’s neck, to her immaculate upper-chest, to her immature breasts, and there they laid foundation, cupping her left one as if it was her most precious treasure. The younger one did want to enjoy it as much as she would if the pain down below weren’t as fierce — so as a wail for help, she grabbed Celine’s wrist and placed it where she most needed attention to at the moment.
Celine was first shocked at the feeling of her fingertips upon the thin cotton fabric of the sleeping trousers covering Rumi’s bulge. She wasn’t planning on going this fast, but again she had to remind herself she was dealing with an impatient semi-succubus teenager. Yet, she’d prefer to just slowly savour the moment she culpably had been farming inside her wild imagination for so long.
“Not that fast” she whispers, as if afraid someone could hear them, her voice much more huskier than she was expecting; “relish the aperitif first”.
She slowly sits down on the bed, her back leaning on the windowsill, her eyes darting Rumi’s. With delicate movements she takes off her own robe. First untying the knob, then letting the crimson silk fabric naturally fall down like a cascade. The moonlight beams little by little sculpting her solid mature body.
Rumi watches closely each detail of her upper body, and Celine watches carefully each subtle changes in her expressions. The small fingertips trace the beautiful drawings the silver light was painting on the robust chest in front of her. Rumi felt hungry, her eyes flashing rays of starvation that even she couldn’t control.
“Go for it, baby-” Celine’s words were barely out when Rumi’s lips sealed her nipples. Addressing them so much attention that even the so well-controlled demon hunter grasped unintentionally in need of oxygen — or any other kind of poison that could fulfill her lungs right now. She instinctively leaned her head backwards slightly touching the window lattice. Her hands in so much need of a support pillar climbed loosely through Rumi’s braid up to the top of her head, pulling her even closer than she already was.
Her tongue was soft to the point Celine pleaded for God to have mercy on her. But there was no God present on a kid’s decorated room used for such carnal needs — only demons.
After a few seconds Rumi changes the breast she was addressing attention to from the left to the right, too hurried to place any comfort kisses on the way to her destination. Celine doesn’t intervene on her speed this time, too lost to find her sense in this messy wasteland she had raised herself.
She feels the dripping on her underwear, wetting down what was already excessively wet. She struggles to open her eyes just enough so she could stare at the ceiling eagerly searching for a celestial hope. After not finding any, she squeezes her eyes with ease, so hard as her final gulp of courage air venom strikes her lungs. “That’s it”.
Their lips meet. The pull on Rumi’s braid to separate her mouth from her prohibited fruit and the leaning down of the fruit’s devil snake owner towards her were so fast she couldn’t even return the kiss properly this time. They both felt down onto the pure white queen size bed.
The silver blanket matched the moonlight strokes upon their carnal acts. Rumi had made Celine so hungry for her Pure Garden of Eden that her fingers started avidly wandering underneath Rumi’s striped purple pajama looking for something she was yet to found. The traces those cold fingerprints left behind in her urgent movements serving as a reckless tracks of her transgression.
Downwards. Going straight to hell.
Downwards. To meet the devil himself.
Downwards. Or should I say... the devil herself?
And at the edge of the abyss, just below the waistband, there she was.
Standing, imposing, solemn, facing the sky even though it meant hell.
And... somewhat... small?
Celine couldn’t hold a tiny smile to be molded on the left corner of her lips. It wasn’t meant to mock, but unfortunately Rumi caught her.
“What?” The girl asks exasperatedly as her cheeks were painted in watercolour pink for the anticipation of Celine’s answer. But going towards the exactly opposite of Rumi’s expectations, she does not answer, instead, the smile she had tried to hide now was clearly stamped on her lips and growing even bigger. Celine darts her gaze to the girl, so deep and meaningful it could create a poem by itself. She leans towards, so close Rumi could feel her mother’s hot breath caressing her sensitive foreskin.
“Colour?” Celine asks, her lips close, a little bit too close, but Rumi wanted them closer.
“Green”
Celine’s lips hurriedly slipped onto her penis' head like a wedding-ring, vowing their unsaid oaths for one another. Now it was official. Now it was way pass dirty to be shared by any of the involved parts to anyone else. Now the only dignity left behind was dissipating in thin air like the smoke from a junkie's cigarette immersed in his vices.
Rumi instinctively arches her back, desperately holds Celine’s head against her member, and silently prays The Lord would stop time on that exact moment. The woman’s mouth felt like a sacred fleshly halo sucking the innocence out of her. The flesh, the softness, the warmth, the wet, the thick filthy drool dripping down her length in each movement down and upwards. Making Rumi’s waist automatically move down and upwards. Bringing both their minds down and upwards.
Celine’s mouth was occupied — and so were her eyes, pinned on Rumi’s expressions highlighted by the moonlight. She knew very well by now that just a blowjob wouldn’t be enough — and deep, very deep inside she was content about it.
After a few minutes that felt like forever for Rumi, Celine stops her impure job, briefly getting her mouth away from Rumi’s juvenile phallus. It wasn’t her intention, but she couldn’t control her gaze to fall down the younger’s member.
It was at that moment that she noticed it. Apart from the faint drawing of the demon glowing patterns that were already taking presence, she saw something else not human-like. It was the wider urethra canal that Rumi had. She didn’t say anything though, just assumed it was made this large for the eggs to go through during the oviposition process. And speaking of such— oh gosh! — she really was eager to feel Rumi laying her succubus eggs inside her.
Celine took off her underwear in a single fast move, and just as fast adjusted her own body upon Rumi’s. Her clit slightly touching the younger’s member. She waited though — one, two, three seconds until the purple haired girl lost her patience, moving upwards so her penis could slide through the vaginal lips from the clit to the entrance, and back and forth again and again.
Rumi didn’t want to take the lead to go inside, after all she was still the submissive pupil Celine raised her into. But just the raw movements of glans against clit was enough to sent them both to heaven. However for Rumi’s fortunate destiny, Celine did like falling down from heaven to earth.
And that’s what she did — she went down.
She went down hard.
So down it involved Rumi’s entire penis in just one movement, making her grasp instantly. Dragging out a so difficult-to-deserve approval smile from her mother.
Rumi’s vision grew blurry. And as for Celine, she was way too much focused on her disciple’s pleasure to think about her own.
There it was.
That face.
That expression.
Those wasted eyes she yearned for so much long.
For a split second nothing else mattered to her. Not her guilty, not her ethics, not even Mi-yeong’s final words to her before she passed away.
She was living in the present, for the first time in years.
And the present felt lewd, for the first time in her existence.
Not the “right” lewd, the “legal” lewd, nor the “moral” lewd.
The “obscene” lewd she longed for. The “kind of lewd” she had never told anyone about. “The lewd” that had made up to her number one reasons for ending herself, ending her daughters, ending it all.
But she never did.
Because she was a coward in the past.
And she is a sinner in the present.
Sitting down upon her on sins. Over and over again.
Wet noises screaming her confessions. Adrenaline filling up her veins. Her name filling up the devil’s list.
“Colour?” She asks Rumi again, but in reality she was asking herself. After all, did she have any other choice ever? Would anyone ever ask her in her life if she would like to continue?
“Green! Please! Green!” Rumi pleads — she was so cute every time she’d plead. Her waist abruptly twitching as she tries to match Celine’s pace. “Please, don’t stop!”
“Of course, babygirl”. Her final words went out just as fast as she went down. Her hands cupping both the younger’s breasts. Their mouths meeting in a desperate hunger. Celine let the thrusts up to Rumi as she focused on her upper body at the moment.
She watches Rumi’s face closely. Her moans. Her closed eyes. Her flushed skin glowing brighter and brighter. Her now messy braid getting even more messier. She was like a mirage hidden in a big desolated desert waiting to be found by a “not so fortunate explorer”. Everything about her reminded Celine of Mi-yeong, but somehow, she never had this with her.
She actually knew the exact reason why, but was too reluctant to answer that even to herself.
Her tongue slips up Rumi’s jawline, wetting up her doll-like delicate skin. It was at this moment that Celine noticed the demon scars on Rumi’s body glowing way brighter than she had never seen before.
“She’s almost there”, she thinks, and as a response her lips search for Rumi’s again. Biting the lower lip just at the exactly moment she watches the girl’s back arching. Her small body squirming. Her demon-like nails scratching so hard Celine’s butts she could feel her blood boiling. Her mouth open in an almost perfect 0. The arteries on her throat pulsing so hard as if her blood wanted to escape from her body.
“Mom! I’m-”
“Yes, I know, babygirl” she thinks to herself, too dazzled to utter any words, too afraid to interrupts her daughter to get into heaven.
The flames-shaped demon patterns were scorching — to the point a human doctor would had have immediately hospitalized her solely based on her temperature. Her groans, just as human-like as demon-like, filling the room with a pleasant pandemonium symphony. Her expression could be easily described as a tasteful dough of pleasure stirred with a pinch of pain seasoning — and Celine was delighted to savour both of them. Nevertheless, as the melody of her moans changes the tones, and the digits of the clock stretches way past the dead hour, the pleasure taste is replaced with pure agony. Celine notices something is not right.
“Are you alright, Rumi?” the older woman finally speaks when she’s one hundred percent sure this wasn’t supposed to be happening.
“It’s stuck!” the girl growls, finally opening her eyes with lots of difficulty. She winces, her brows furrowed. “It’s hurting!”.
Celine immediately gets off upon the girl. Rumi throws her head back hitting the bed with a dull thump. Her hands shaking closer to her member, covering but not touching it.
“Rumi, I really need to take a look”, the older one’s hands cover Rumi’s trembling small fingers. “Breath”, she demands in a nurturing voice, but yet an order is an order, and as hard as it was, Rumi obeys. After three very deep inhales, their eyes pinned on one another’s, Celine decides that it was time to see what was going on. She slowly and extremely carefully removes Rumi’s hands from above her dick.
Celine’s eyes blows wide. “Fuck” was the only word she was able to form.
Right in the base of her penis’ body, something truly was stuck. Rumi whimpers over the slight touch of Celine’s fingertips on the so stretched skin of the bulge. So the woman decides not to touch it anymore after the first tries. She notices her urethra was way wider than it was before, thus also making her member grow thicker, however not thick enough for the oviposition apparently.
Or was it perhaps her fault?
Maybe it was something she did, and now it’s her fault that Rumi is experiencing so much pain. The idea burns her from the inside out. She stands up quickly and goes towards the door.
“I’ll be right back. Don’t move”
Both her mind and body were going too fast now.
“Maybe it’s because I’m a human, not an omega”, she thinks as she enters her own room. “It wouldn’t make sense, though. Dr. Han said I needed to eject the egg in the first few hours after the oviposition. Why would he say that if Rumi can’t even lay any eggs inside me?”, she quickly opens a hidden compartment on the wall, and just as quickly inserts the password on the lock. “Maybe it’s because the eggs were inside of her for too long, they might have had grown bigger than the original size”, she grabs the medical emergency little box right next to a paper note, taking out of it only the necessary items she’d need for this occasion. “I truly hope that’s not the case, otherwise we’d have to use these drugs twelve times in a short period of time. It would totally get her addicted”, she closes the safe and walks back towards Rumi’s room. “Or maybe it’s just because it’s her first time, just like human virginity. It might hurt at first, but over the time it gets easier”, she enters the room, her eyes falling down firstly to Rumi’s pleading expression, tears already bathing her face, then secondly to her swollen belly. “I hope this is the first and last time, babe”.
She sits down besides Rumi, her heart being smashed by each groan of pain coming from the helpless girl. The younger one tries to watch her busy mom, but her sight was too blurry for her to see clearly what was going on.
“W-what i-is t-this?”, speaking suddenly felt too hard to be accomplished.
“Pain killer”, Celine’s voice was dry and straightforward — way too focused on getting the right dosage inside the syringe. “This is strong, so I won’t use too much. Just enough for the pain to not be excruciating”, she turns back to Rumi and starts preparing her arm using a ribbon and a cotton soaked into alcohol.
Rumi doesn’t even feel when the needle penetrates her skin — the pain down below was covering any other minor sensations. But she did feel the next seconds bringing to her the feeling of relief mixed with getting high for her first time.
It took less than two minutes for Celine to be able to finally touch her member without the girl almost screaming in pain again. Rumi could still feel it though, and it still did hurt, but not as bad as before. She now felt like an annoying throbbing was coming from inside her penis, whereas the whole rest of her body was extremely numb, as light as a feather.
“I’m gonna press and push up until it comes out” the woman informs. It took a few seconds for Rumi to respond though, her eyes slightly opened focused on the older one.
“Wait...” just one word came out, so heavy that it was extended for longer than she was expecting, “can I hold onto you?”
A tender smiles slowly takes the main role on Celine’s lips, “Of course”.
Celine helps her to sit down, leaning her weak small body on the headboard of the bed. She places an affectionate kiss on the girl’s forehead before leaning it against one side of her chest. Rumi’s arms embraces her, leaving a small but enough space between them for Celine to get her hands to work.
She carefully presses the part below the swollen bulge, dragging out whimpering noises from the girl. Rumi’s jaw clenches, her fingers weakly scratching the woman’s back.
Celine tries her utmost not to hurt the girl. Her fingers slowly pushing upwards the stuck egg. But she couldn’t control the arousal building inside of her at each painful groan escaping from her daughter’s mouth. Her sadist side already too stimulated to be ignored at this point. Her eyes wide opened and focused on the head of the girl’s penis facing towards her, slowly dilating the urethra canal.
She’s relieved Rumi couldn’t notice the evil in her eyes, but sad she couldn’t contemplate the painful grimace stamped on her face.
She feels the wet sliding down her inner lips, her breathing growing heavier at each second.
It felt like forever, but when the egg is finally visible, Rumi’s moans become impossible to distinguish if they meant agony or arousal. The egg’s colour was a faint coral mixed with light blue, the same colours Rumi’s patterns get when it starts to glow. Coming out with it there was a thick white liquid that resembled slime, dripping out from the head to the body — so thick it created continuous beams like lava sliding down a volcano.
Celine’s breath comes to a halt when the widest part of the small egg stretches the head o the girl’s penis. The only sounds in the room are Rumi’s last scream for help mixed with the loud pulse of running blood on Celine’s arteries. She felt like her heart was in a race for how fast it was beating. Her pussy squeezing ready for an abrupt orgasm.
And then it came.
Wet. Messy. Hot.
The egg falls in the space between their pelvis. But it was not the only thing that came out. As if it was obstructing the huge amount of that earlier thick liquid. When it finally gets out, Rumi’s penis gushes that white liquid so hard it smears Celine’s whole chest down to her navel.
Too wet. Too messy. Too hot.
It was way more liquid than a normal human cum.
Taking in account Celine’s orgasm and Rumi’s tears sliding down her chest as well, she had never been this messier before.
And it was burning like hell, to the point her whole belly was painted in shades varying from the darkest red to the lightest pink.
They were both panting for a long time after that. No words were even possible to be built in their post-orgasm minds.
A few minutes went by after their dirty final act, and it was Rumi who recovered the fastest. “I’m sorry for the mess”, her voice was low and weak, the sounds still being dragged longer because of the drug effect on her.
“Don’t worry about this”, Celine places one hand on top of the girl’s head, the other embracing her small body. She wanted to be like this for a little bit longer, using the hug as a therapy for herself.
Silence fell over them once again. Now their breathes were coming back to normal. Celine notices that it’s already too late when she feels her eyelids getting heavy — or maybe it was just the side effects of the past minutes, her veins being filled with relaxing hormones.
“When did you get those?” Rumi finally breaks the silence after a while, making Celine pull away to take a look on what Rumi was talking about.
She swallows dry. The small fingers slowly caress the woman’s several scars over her thighs.
“Long time ago. They’re older than you”, Celine doesn’t lie, but she knows she can’t tell the entire truth.
“How?”. They exchange a meaningful glare, from Rumi’s side it meant worries, from Celine’s side it meant secrets.
“In a battle”. Again, not exactly a lie, but also not exactly the truth.
“In one of my only memories with mom, I remember seeing those same kind of scars on her thighs as well. Did you know about them?”
Celine squeezes her eyes thigh and inhales deeply.
“Yes”, she opens her eyes. The younger one’s were so innocent, so pure. She shouldn’t know about what happened in the past. At least, not now.
“Did you win?”
“Win?”
“The battle”
A weak smile comes to the corner of Celine’s lips, she carefully cups Rumi’s face with one hand.
“Yes. I did. I won the most precious treasure”
Spring mournings at this time of the year are usually cold, but today the sunrise beams coming through the wide glass windows were hitting stronger than the last few days. Celine’s hot cup of Molly tea also helped her feeling warmer besides the cold air directly piercing her naked body.
She was sitting on the sofa facing the window. The same sofa that most their guests couldn’t understand why it was facing the opposite direction of the Television monitor. However, one of the woman’s favorite things to do was to just quietly watch the sunrise, to observe as the city wakes up, and to guess how are the human lives like without having to deal with demons at all. For a long time she envied their luck.
If it wasn’t for the existence of demons, Mi-Yeong would still be alive today.
“But I wouldn’t have Rumi”, she thinks instinctively, remembering the night she had with her daughter a few days ago. “But what if...”
What if demons did exist, but every kid they had with humans were just another normal human?
“I wouldn’t have these scars”, she thinks while her fingers slide over her thighs. “Mi-Yeong would still be alive”, her memories trace back to her best friend’s final words written on a paper note locked on a save in her room. “Rumi would be just a normal kid”, she takes a deep breath, her memories tracing to years in the past. “And I would have been able to raise Zoey...”
“I’m ready, mom” Rumi’s voice echoes coming from the corridor and suddenly breaking her line of thoughts.
“I’m coming” she replies with a big smile on her face for hearing the word “mom” again. Her gaze falls down on the total naked figure of the girl waiting for her. Her belly was still swollen, but less than before. “Eleven more to go”.
She gets up and slowly walks through the corridor. Rumi gets on the bedroom first, followed by Celine just after her.
She ponders for a bit if she should lock or not the door, since they were the only ones in the apartment. But the idea of having the slight possibility of anyone finding out her sins scares her to death. So she finally decides to lock it.
Some truths must stay hidden.