When That Door Opens - Chapter 79
She expected Verne to be asleep late at night, but he was staring out the window. Those broad shoulders were unmistakable.
It’s really Verne.
Tears welled up quickly.
“Lavo, are you planning to bother me at night too? I said I wanted to rest today.”
His unchanged, annoyed tone brought a sense of relief. He was the same as ever.
He turned around, puzzled by the silence, and his pupils dilated and contracted when he saw Julieta.
“Julieta?”
“Verne!”
She called out to him with a choked voice and ran to him, throwing her arms around his sturdy waist and rubbing her face against him.
“Julieta, how did you get here, Julieta, calm down.”
Verne stammered, trying to peel her off.
“No. I don’t want to.”
Julieta shook her head. As she struggled and clung to him, Verne gave up trying to detach her. Instead, he patted her to soothe her agitation.
Julieta wept in his arms like a child. Her plan to confess maturely and gracefully walk away if rejected had completely unraveled.
She couldn’t stop the tears.
Julieta tightened her grip around Verne’s waist.
Her sobs started to subside only after his shirt was thoroughly soaked.
“What exactly do you not want?”
Verne asked with a sigh. Julieta lifted her head. Resting her chin on his chest and tilting her head back, she finally saw Verne’s face, the one she’d missed so much.
“I don’t want to part ways without a proper goodbye.”
“You came all this way just for a goodbye?”
No. That wasn’t it… Somehow, only bitter words came out.
“I still have so much to learn. My writing is a mess because you didn’t teach me properly.”
“Is that why you haven’t been able to write anything new?”
“You’ve been looking for my work?”
Knowing Verne had searched for her work filled her with joy. Verne averted his gaze from her clear, earnest eyes.
Julieta cupped his cheeks to make him look at her.
“Teach me.”
Verne simply stared at her, his trembling fingertips caressing her cheek.
“Verne.”
She called him again, urging him to act. Verne held her tightly, though his lower half was strained and ready, he didn’t pounce on her.
“It started wrong.”
“What?”
“Julieta, it started wrong. I shouldn’t have held you like that.”
“That’s all in the past. And it was what I wanted.”
“I should have, ha, I should have treated you more preciously. Do you know that feeling? The desire to kill your past self?”
“Does that mean…?”
“If it’s not you, I can’t write. If you’re not here, I can’t write anything. I’ve come too far.”
He was confessing to Julieta.
“More than anything, Julieta.”
He met her gaze again. The surrounding noise faded away, and Julieta could only see him. His eyes, filled with desire, looked at Julieta as if they would burn her.
Ah, her heart trembled, and she felt wet below. A gentle shiver raised her temperature.
“I missed you.”
Verne gently kissed Julieta’s lips.
“Will you let me in?”
“I’m the one who opened the door. Why should I give permission? You should.”
Julieta felt a strange joy as the giant man seemed to beg her.
The past separation and the pain that came with it were completely forgotten, leaving only the thrill and fullness of this moment.
“There really isn’t anyone better than you.”
“Did you… look for someone else?”
Verne’s eyes turned cold. His gaze flickered with anger.
“No. There was no need. My body knows.”
Julieta took a step back, lifting her skirt with a faint smile. As Verne stared at her smooth, bare legs, heat surged to his lower body.
“Touch me.”
Julieta looked down, but Verne did not reach out. She resignedly removed her underwear herself. From the moment she embraced Verne, the center of her underwear had been soaking with her fluids, turning a dark color.
“If it’s not you, it’s no good.”
Verne stared at her underwear, furrowing his brow and cursing under his breath.
“You… you opened the door.”
He grabbed Julieta’s wrist and pulled her sharply.
“I know, I opened it and came in with my own hands.”
“Let me ask one last time. Are you sure you won’t regret this?”
“Are you not confident? In satisfying me?”
Verne exhaled a thick breath and caressed her cheek.
“I’ll make sure you don’t regret it.”
Verne, spouting predictable words, tore at her clothes. Contrary to his intention to take her gently, his touch was impatient, like a boy losing his virginity.
“Verne… ugh!”
Verne’s hand slipped under her skirt. With her underwear already removed, his fingers encountered no resistance as they reached her lush pubic hair. Julieta spread her legs herself.
Verne sucked on her nape as he pushed his fingers inside. The hole, which had started to leak love juices, eagerly swallowed his fingers.
Verne rubbed Julieta’s cl*t*ris with his thumb while shaking the fingers he had inserted. Julieta’s head tilted back, and a moan escaped her lips.
“Ha, hmm.”
Verne explored Julieta’s parted lips. He licked her lower lip and stole the saliva pooling in her mouth. His tongue poked at her palate and rubbed every corner of her gums, causing Julieta’s legs to weaken.
Verne pulled out his fingers and inserted his thigh instead. As he placed her on his firm thigh, Julieta began to move her body on her own.
“Haa, haang.”
“I can’t wait until we get to the bed, will you suck it?”
“I can’t wait either, hng. Can you put it in here?”
