Forever Yours <SaeranxReader>

Story Mode 115: Painfully Good Memories

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MC's day couldn't have gone slower. Spending the whole day with Saeran was hellish and unnerving. The man didn't make a single aggression towards her. Not a threat, or a glare, or anything at all. He sat quietly and did his work like he was told. But MC could tell that he was planning something. And that's the scariest thing of all.

MC sits in front of her dresser mirror with a bowl of water placed on its surface. Like Y/n's original room, her room doesn't have a bathroom. She hadn't had much time since Saeran's arrival, so she is only just being able to address the wound on her forehead. Tweezers dive into the gushing flesh, slowly escavating long splinters of wood. It almost feels like someone is ripping the bad memories out of her head. It's terribly painful, but at the same time, it feels good. Deliciously so. Blood flows down the side of her face and she only wipes the warm liquid away once it reaches her jaw. The water grows dark pink, then thick with red. A curve tilts her lips.

It feels good.

"What are you thinking?"

It's a question that the Savior never asks yet miraculously is posed the moment she enters the room and shut the door behind her. "Have you started to resent me too?"

The blonde woman hovers lightly behind MC, her fingers curling beneath her bangs and exposing her scarred eyes. "No, my Savior." A delighted smirk dances across Rika's features. "I was thinking about what I have done."

"To me?" A tongue flicks over a fresh stream of blood flowing on the girl's face. "Or to Y/n?"

"To both." MC lies.

It does not go undetected.

"Let's talk about what we like about her then," Rika lowers herself on MC's lap, a leg falling to either side. She's been having special attention and the more she gets it, the more she seems to be unable to go without it. "Tell me, when did you first fall for Y/n?"

MC crumbles beneath her Savior's soft green gaze. Tight hips scoot against hers Rika's soft breasts overwhelming her own small chest. "She was cute when we were younger... and she was always quick to follow me around." Rika's lips find the base of MC's neck. It's rare for her to be servicing someone else.

"And when did you realize you were attracted to her?"

The memory comes flashing back immediately, as vivid as a picture. It was after one of Y/n's bad surgeries in the summer between middle and high school. It was probably wrong of MC, but she couldn't help what she felt. "I was helping her change once and I couldn't get her body out of my mind."

"What did you do?"

As expected, Rika's hand finds it's way to her own pants. The other, however good to squeeze her nipple as their lips miss each other's by breath. "Nothing."

"You're lying," the Savior smiles against her. "What did you do to the poor pure little girl?"

"I didn't do anything." A glare is all it takes. "I touched her once she fell asleep." Even now, MC can remember the feeling of rolling Y/n's still developing breast in her hand and making her nipples harden. She can still see the girl twitching in drug induced sleep as she slipped her fingers between the other girl's legs. She can still see Y/n's clenched features as she was stimulated. At the time just watching it made her feel good, but she felt disgusting after. So, so disgusting.

At Y/n for making such faces. And at herself for enjoying them. Craving them, even. But what makes her hate herself now is neither of those. It's the fact that she hadn't even considered how her friend would feel if she found out what she had done. It's the most disgusting fact of all.

The Savior giggles lightly, no longer even bothering with MC and more focusing completely on herself. MC's fingers grind against the woman's sensitive breast hard like she has always instructed her to. "And you must want to do more than that to her now, right?"

"Yes." If she could take Y/n away from Saeran and have her, she'd do in a heartbeat. It's exactly what she tried to do by bringing her here. "But, it's not possible." Even if Saeran didn't exist anymore, she doubts Y/n will let her have her. MC has seen enough to know. Y/n would sooner die than be with her.

"It is." Rika leans across MC's chest and curls her lips up to the other woman's ear. "Y/n's relationship with Ray is dangerous. We need her to keep him here, but having them only devoted to each other is no good. We need to get one of them on our side."

"What are you planning to do?"

Rika smiles.

"We'll have to throw Y/n a proper welcoming ceremony."