Miho the Killer
Chapter 87: Lovers

Chapter 87: Lovers

It was exhilarating riding on the back of a motorbike that Miho was driving, holding onto her tightly, feeling the wind swipe across my whole body - the beastly sound of machinery, the roar of the explosions in the combustion chamber of the beast’s heart. All of this was so exciting and made my heart pound, and each pound of my heart spurred Miho on to go faster like a racehorse on the homestretch giving its all.

Miho cut through the wind relentlessly, swerving the bike with a swag, laughing and howling. I felt like we were two teenagers who stole a bike for a joyride, which was kind of true considering we just took one of Shin’s most treasured mares with no permission - ’nah, don’t worry. He will be mad but he will get over it. I’ve done it before,’ was what the mischievous girl said.

In this moment of lightning speed we lived, I felt no fear. Maybe if we had done this the day before yesterday day, I might have feared for my life. But not anymore. This was an exciting amount of danger compared to the life-threatening series of disasters from last night. All I felt now was the sheer joy of being alive - the feeling amplified by the risk of death that could come any moment, like walking on a knife’s edge over the chasm of doom.

We drove to the seaside in Incheon. I learned that Shin’s safehouse was located in the Southeast of Seoul. It was quite a drive away from our home. Maybe 70 minutes or so at the speed we rode.

Eventually, we arrived at the beach. It was October 11th, a nice breezy autumn day - blue sky and white cotton clouds. The shore was suitably empty. Fortune reserved it for us two star-crossed lovers. I just wished that we wouldn’t meet the same fate, and I tried to put aside the fact that the phrase ’civil blood makes civil hands unclean’ hit a little too close to home.

Nevertheless, we began to walk along the sandy beach, took off our shoes, and held hands, giggling every time the sea crept in to tickle our bare feet. I could feel the grains of sand swish through my toes as the water swirled underneath, but they quickly washed away as the sea retreated. We trod the fine, and ever-morphing line between sea and land, never fully belonging to either side. But with Miho next to me, I did not feel lonely. Instead of feeling I couldn’t call either side of the foam’s edge home, I felt that we were just at the right place. This in-between space where the tidal dance took place was where we belonged, and its ephemeral existence made it more like home.

We did not need to build a house with bricks anymore. All the wolves were dead, and what little of them were still left out there, they were going to get hunted down by the bigger wolves. My tigress started the war and overturned the throne. How the kingdom fell and the remnants of its horror dissolved and its history written was none of our concern. All there was left for us was blissfully mundane little joys until the end of our days.

I glanced at Miho on my side and she seemed to be thinking the same.

We only talked with our eyes and let the sound of the sea and the wind fill in the blanks. There was an understanding that flowed from my heart to hers through our interlocked fingers. It was as if her blood transpired through her skin and entered my body, flowing upstream to fill up my chamber of love, where it wed and bedded my shy blood both violently and gently.

Enchanted and enraptured, I could only lean my head on the shoulder she generously lent me. She kissed me on my crown and rubbed her cheek against my head. I squeezed her hand and ran my thumb over the vein on the back of her hand.

I wished that this moment could last forever, but then again, I wished this moment could end soon so we could do it again tomorrow. And the day after tomorrow. And the day after. Again and again.

We walked until the sun gave in to our persistence and decided to call it a day, gushing out its soul in crimson redness as it sank into the sea. The night dawned and the curtain of stars draped. We fled from the chilly water and sat on a rock that had been waiting for us for a thousand years. Miho put her arm around my shoulder and pulled me in. I gasped inside as our bodies brushed and pressed against each other. Her silky hair, neatly tied by my dainty hands in the morning, was no longer perfection. It flew over my face like a thousand threads of untouchable dreams in the gust of wind. She apologized, like a gentle lady, brushed her - and my - hair off my forehead, and tried to wipe the blush away from my burning cheeks.

"Your body feels hot," Miho said.

"Your hand feels cold," I said.

’Make it warmer then,’ She whispered.

I gladly obliged.

We let the hands do what the lips do.

Our palms kissed and our lips prayed.

Our hands clasped and our lips parted.

I looked into her eyes seeking darkness but I found none.

There was only happiness and longing, longing for me and me alone.

I brought my face closer to hers - oh, aren’t I a greedy one?

I wanted her eyes to take in nothing but my own.

I burned with desire and flames arose from deep inside. I imposed myself on her and kissed her deeply. I sought out her coy tongue and assured her that it was fine. Leave it to the Pigeon, Tiger - I will teach you the ways of love.

My lover was shy, my lover was soft. Bruised but untouched, scarred but pure. I let her embrace me, but she was in my grip. I pulled my lips away and made her want more. I kissed and sucked on the spot between her ear and the jaw, and traced the curve of her neck with my tongue. A gentle bite on the tendon, a whimper, and a moan. My busy hands reached for the top and unbuttoned her shirt. I plunged and buried my face on her chest and gently bit her breast. The tigress groaned and grabbed my head. She trembled as I undressed her. I took her pink bud into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it.

How cute.

How cute - the way she covered her mouth with her hand to stop herself from letting out a sound.

Scream.

Scream in joy. Scream in pleasure.

I pulled her hand away and sucked on the tip.

She couldn’t hold back and let out a scream. A scream of pleasure that she’d never felt before. A virgin awakened and unleashed. She grabbed my head and pressed my face closer to her breast. A sudden realization of her own boldness, an eruption of desire, she blushed and pushed me back, shaking her head, but her eyes betrayed her and they were asking for more.

I grinned for I knew what my sweet lady wanted, although she’s never known herself what she wanted.

I undid her belt, unbuttoned, and unzipped. Miho clenched her fist and bit her knuckles as I pulled her pants down, but she lifted her knees to comply. Under the moonlight, her inner thighs had a sheen of white jade, impossibly soft yet firm. On those beautiful surfaces, I placed my palms and slid them toward her knees, gently pushing them apart.

Beautiful.

I couldn’t bear it any better than Miho could. I brought my face closer to the crevice where the jewel hid. It opened and clenched, gently pulsating, inviting. I couldn’t force myself to be modest anymore. I lavishly licked her with the full body of my tongue. No longer inhibited, she let out a husky moan that begged for me to continue. So I uncovered, loved, loved, and loved her even more. Her legs wrapped around me, over my shoulders, crossing behind my head. I pushed more as she pulled in.

We were locked with each other on this lonely rock on the shore that waited for lovers like us to come for a thousand years. The moon, ever so shy but curious, peeked through the clouds to watch us thrive. The sea wind only fanned the flames of desire, making them burn hotter and scorch.

It no longer mattered after all whether this place was our home.

Wherever she may lay I shall lay beside her.

Wherever we lay together shall be our home.

Be it on the beach or under the roof, be it on a rock or on the bed - we will make love and we will make life.

Death brought us together and it shall never do us part.

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