Yeah....She's my stepmother (TAENY)

OMG!

I felt a knock on my door. I didn't get up from my bed to open it. I didn't even opened my mouth to respond. I didn't want to see anyone, and so it had been a few days ago, when I found out that my father's girlfriend was the woman of my dreams.

What was the chance of that happening? Clearly of the 0.0000000001% of chance that my father had fallen in love with the same person who I thought about every second, Kim Taeyeon, the queen of bad luck should win the grand prize.

It's not that I loved my English teacher. She was just part of my wet dreams. Yes, it was just that. So why it affected me so that I hadn't gone to university for almost an entire week? It was just that I was afraid to see Tiffany, thinking that while I dream awake and fantasize about fucking her mercilessly, probably in reality she was having sex with my father.

Envy ate my body, but I couldn't hate my father this time. I couldn't blame him for loving that spectacular woman he could call girlfriend now; I couldn't blame him for having wet dreams with her too, because it was probably impossible not to have them, I just hated to think that he had managed to have everything I wanted and I would have to see them, every day, knowing that it was killing me inside.

The knock on the door stopped and I sighed with relief. I didn't want to face Janhae again after yelling at her to go away and stop bothering me when she tried to calm me down in my room after the fateful news, and I didn't want her to see me in this state, suffering from a woman who wasn't her.

I held my breath when I heard my door open and the footsteps of an intruder ringing in the carpeted floor. I closed my eyes pretending to be asleep, because whoever was, I didn't want to see anyone at that time.

"Hey" I heard Tiffany whispering in my ear.

My heart began to pound when I heard her voice and felt the weight of another body sink my bed, diving under my sheets, occupying the space beside me, hugging me from behind, intoxicating me with that characteristic scent of strawberries that I loved of her.

I feared that my breath was failing when I felt her lips on my neck and her nails of her left hand digging into the curve of my hip while her other hand slipped under my pajamas, pressing one of my nipples.

"You didn't go to school all week, Taeyeon-ah..."

Tiffany's breath hit my neck as she spoke, sending a tingling vibration throughout my spine, making me squirm slightly.

This must be a dream. But still, I felt I had to keep pretending I was asleep, didn't know why, but I felt that this was the best option at the time. Although... I wasn't sure if Tiffany was believing that I was asleep. It didn't matter anyway, because it felt fine.

"You didn't go because I'm now your father's girlfriend?"

I couldn't help it and hissed, showing my discomfort to hear that from her mouth. I didn't want to accept it, but if she said that...

"Forgive me, Tae..."

I appreciated that she couldn't see me and let me bite my lip, trying not to mourn helplessly. The sad truth is that I could never be angry at Tiffany. And I would never be able to deny her something, especially her apologies. The sad truth was that I had forgiven her even before my father confirmed me at dinner that they were now engaged.

I held my breath when I felt Tiffany hide under my sheets near my legs. I was petrified as a statue, not knowing what to do and not knowing what would come.

No longer able to avoid it, I opened my eyes at once, surprised to feel a warm tongue crossing the line of my stomach from my belly button until the beginning of my panties. Tiffany laughed, feeling my body more rigid than usual and looked up, laughing again over my reaction.