Dear Eddert - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Hulp.

Hyemi gulped as she looked into her cell phone with wide eyes. Today’s task of the day was to spend time reading. Books are the food for the mind, and reading books was the best relaxation anyone could enjoy at the comforts of their home.

“Madam Choryeon…”

With no one watching, Hyemi held her breath heavily and focused on her phone screen. It was a thrilling development. Sweat caught in her hands when she expected the hot scene of the servant Kangso, who was finally getting married, and the back room* Madam.
{ TL/N: 뒷방 Someone who loses their power / dignity }

“Kangso….”

Hyemi pressed her finger firmly to turn the next page. The beautiful figure of Kangso, who finally took off his clothes in front of the woman whom he had admired since childhood, filled the screen of her cell phone. His body, which couldn’t hide its splendor even with poor servant’s clothes, was more luscious when he took it off.

Thick abs and splendid muscles on his thighs, as if split stones were attached. And in the meantime, a ray of light shone in the form of a straight line as if ridiculing her with censorship!

Kyaak. The best! After all, a man has to be big.

Seeing the scene in front of her, the woman froze in shock, and Hyemi patted the pillow and endured her cheers.

She had completely forgotten that she wanted to die by drowning in the Han River just half a day ago, smiling with her eyes darkened by desire.

“‘Madam, I’m going crazy. Here… Can you see it dripping from my c*ck? Touch me. Please help me.’”

Even though it was only written, she concentrated and read the vivid sound of Kangso’s huffing breath as if savoring each letter.

“’I….haa…I…can’t do things like that.’”

The woman secretly watched and admired Kangso, who was splitting firewood piled up like a mountain. She married the fifty-year-old ailing widower when she was only thirteen, when she had not even started her monthly period, and she became a widow within a week of her marriage.

When she married, Kangso, who had still been a young servant, but now years later, he had grown into a strong man who looked so strong.

The woman’s clear eyes, as she bit her handkerchief while looking at the wide back wet with sweat, turned red with fear and anticipation at the same time.

Next page. Hurry.

“’Heuk… Heuk… Madam… There’s a nice smell from the inside… Spread your legs wide open… Please. Hmm?’”

The pitiful Choryeon trembled with her head bowed at a 45 degree angle. It was followed by a scene where she crawled over the heated floor, towards Kangso with the steel beam glistening towards her. It was a winter night, with snow falling outside, and her tiger-like mother-in-law was sleeping peacefully.

Hoho.

If it unfolds as expected, Kangso, unable to overcome his desire, would lay his mistress on the floor, and then he would bury his face in the wet place.

“‘How are you… Heuk…. Ahhng, your mouth in a dirty place like that…’”

“‘Even if I die… slurp… Madam, even if I die, it’s alright…. sluurp… The lady has a fine upper lip, the lower lips look like this… Isn’t it small and pretty? Slurp!!’”

“‘Ah, n… o! Don’t suck there… Aaaahhngg!’”

“‘I can’t stop my mouth, Madam… ahh… slurp… Madam, your juices… It’s sweeter than sweet wine….’”

That’s right.

The innocent Madam Choryeon, who had never been through her first night before, couldn’t resist the unfamiliar stimulation she felt for the first time in her life, so tears dripped down. And then it was certain that she would eventually succumb to the rod wielded by Kangso and let out loud moans under his rock-like body.

Oh, that was the taste.

If someone would ask why she kept reading stories like this without getting tired of the plot, she would answer that the taste you know well was the sweetest.

Thump, thump.

It was when she let out a silent scream in her heart in anticipation of the next chapter.

“You look like you’re having fun.”

Hyemi raised her head at the sound of a man’s voice mixed with a small smile. She followed the whereabouts of the clearly heard voice and slowly lifted her gaze around the room, but of course there was no one else here.

‘What the…’

Was it just someone talking at the playground nearby? Did she hear it wrong because she was too absorbed with reading?

Hyemi didn’t take it too seriously and turned her eyes to her phone again. Now that the tightly closed secret entrance was fully opened with his mouth, it was the turn for Kangso and Choryeon to do the deed. Yum. Before insertion, it was absolutely necessary to do it by mouth. Although she had no practical experience, Hyemi was a woman who did not lose to anyone as far as theories were concerned.

“Is it really so much fun?”

The phone fell from Hyemi’s stiff hand. She couldn’t move from her spot and only blinked her widened eyes. Her heart was beating rapidly at an erratic pace. She gulped. She didn’t hear it wrong. It was clear that someone was in this room.

Was it a robber? A pervert who broke into an empty house?

There were many spaces for the robber to hide, such as the closet, under the bed, or the veranda outside the small rooms.

While all sorts of horrific thoughts continued, the idea that she had to report it to the police first came to her mind. It was when she barely picked up the phone with her trembling hands.

“I’m sorry to disturb you while you’re having a good time.”

Instead of the full-color pages that Hyemi had ever seen, the screen was filled with a face that could only be seen in a fantasy movie. Her eyes widened as if they were about to pop out. The beautiful man with long silver hair looked at her frozen and smiled at her.

“You’re not surprised. That’s a relief.”

Hyemi closed her eyes tightly and shook her head vigorously once, then turned off her cell phone by pressing and holding it. She flicked and tossed the phone over the blanket, then slowly counted to ten in her mind. If she was dreaming, it didn’t matter that she fell asleep like this, and if she had actually seen it wrong, it seemed that she should take a cold shower to wake up.

Anything else was better than a robber.

Three.

Two.

One.

When she opened her eyes, in front of her was a silver-haired man who had popped out from her phone.

“Are you done thinking?”

Slap.

Hyemi tapped her cheek with her palms hard enough to make a loud sound.

“Oh dear. That must’ve hurt. At this rate, it will leave a mark.”

As the silver-haired man tilted his head, his hair, like silver thread, fell and reflected the sunlight.

Am I delirious? Or am I really dreaming? To call it a dream, the cheek she had just hit hard with the palm of her hand was tingling.

Hyemi tilted her head back as she looked at the silver-haired man reaching out his long hand towards her.

“…Who are you?”

The trembling voice barely squeezed out from her vocal cords.

“Perhaps you can call me the person who sent you to this world. It took me quite a while to find you.”

The silver-haired man withdrew his hand and spoke languidly. Because he was a beautiful man like a painting, he was rather unrealistic. The clothes he wore were the kind that Hyemi had never seen in person before. It’s a little different for those costumes in Hollywood. The man in the white robe, lavishly embroidered with gold thread, looked at her and asked again.

“Is that all you want to ask?”

Was there a mental hospital nearby? Hyemi was starting to think strangely that someone with a very wrong head had taken a wrong turn. It seemed that the answer again was to simply report it to the police. It was difficult for her to explain the man’s face that appeared on her phone earlier, but she was surprised and thought it was an optical illusion.

It was when Hyemi reached out her hand to pick up the phone. The square machine, and flew into the air and landed gently on her desk.

The phone moved by itself…!

Her mouth opened silently at the sight unfolding before her eyes.

“If you don’t have any questions, we’d better go back now.”

“Huh? Uh, where?”

Seeing her stutter, the silver-haired man smiled meaningfully.

“Where you should be.”

“Excuse me. I’m sorry, but I don’t know what you’re talking about. Am… I… Am I dead?”

Hye-mi was actually confused. Perhaps she really had drowned in the Han River earlier. Then she might have been able to comprehend all this. The silver-haired handsome man could be a grim reaper who came to pick her up.

“It would be good to hear the explanation from your loyal subordinate.”

“Subordinate? Who are you talking about?”

It was becoming more and more difficult. The grim reaper, who was speaking increasingly strange words, tilted his head towards her.

“You don’t have to rush.”

A breath like the cold winter wind touched her delicate cheeks. Hyemi froze as she couldn’t even blink her eyes as she looked into his pale blue eyes that she was about to be sucked into.

“My name is Benedict. When you need help, come find me.”

A cold snowflake-like touch touched Hyemi’s cheek.

“I will be waiting for you in the brightest place.”

She couldn’t move her body. A bright light was emanating from his body.

“I’ll give you a present to commemorate finding you.”

A cold, icy, soft voice reverberated in her mind. Hyemi just had her eyes wide open and couldn’t move on the spot.

“I apologize for interrupting your fun time.”

After the light that pierced her pupils so brightly that she couldn’t open her eyes disappeared, Hyemi barely opened her eyes. The silver-haired grim reaper was gone. The mobile phone loaded with the webtoon she was watching was quietly lying on the messy bed linen.

It was a dream.

“…Oh. Of course.”

A sigh escaped from her lips, which was then relaxed. Hyemi checked her room, tying her untangled hair again.

Her room was neither big nor small. From the time she entered elementary school until now, nothing had changed in the room she occupied.

A rustic patterned pink wallpaper that her mother picked up when they moved in. A square yellow wall clock she couldn’t remember when exactly it was hung there. A small desk that she used to sit and study at, and a full-length mirror hanging next to the door.

“……”

Her gaze stopped in the mirror as she twisted her hair into the rubber band. There was a large man looking at her in the mirror, with black hooded cloak wrapped around his body.

The dream wasn’t over. And the grim reaper was different.

“Eden, can you see me?”

As big as a black rock, the ghastly man had a complicated look on his face as he looked at her in the mirror.

“You can see me.”

Hyemi didn’t say anything, she just opened her eyes. She trembled as her dry, dehydrated lips opened silently.

“Wake up. Come on, wake up.”

Hyemi muttered to herself and grabbed the thin blanket with her sweat-soaked hands. Her thumping, racing heart showed no sign of calming down, but it wasn’t enough that she’d faint.

“It’s you, so I believed you could come back.”

In the shocking scene that followed, Hyemi froze in that state. A shrouded man was coming out of the mirror. The mirror, which should have been flat, stretched forward and bulged. The man was slowly pushing his body out of it, as if he had torn off a transparent wallpaper.

The silver-haired man smiling on the phone was a nobleman. She stuttered her words to the vivid scene more vivid than any horror movie she had ever seen.

“Ah, aahh… no…”

As if sitting down under the threatening feeling, Hyemi crawled behind. Her back touched the headboard of the bed, and she couldn’t go any further.

“I waited a long time, Eden. I knew you would wake up.”

“Do, don’t come…”

Hyemi muttered with terrified eyes, but it was to no avail. The man was now approaching her in the bed, after pulling himself completely out of the mirror.

“Ha…. Ah…!”

It’s not too late now. Would she die if she jumped from the window on the third floor of this apartment building? If she’s lucky, she might end up with a broken leg. Anything would be better than jumping off a bridge over the Han River. Feeling the fear of death in front of her, Hyemi got up and tried to run away, but she couldn’t move as if her body had been tied with a rope.

“Heuk…! Uuhhh…!

With her eyes closed tight, a faint scream escaped Hyemi’s mouth. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel it. The fact that the shrouded man was now completely out of the mirror and inside her room.