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Episode 8: I Hate That I Love You
By Zorry Sunblaze
⚠️ Mature Themes | Love and Heartbreak
It had been a while since Yin left the room to put the kids to sleep. Meanwhile, Jinye had taken a shower—acting like some college boy whose crush finally agreed to meet him at the school cafeteria 😂. Sure, it was part of his nightly routine to bathe and brush, but tonight? Tonight, he was extra.
His collagen routine? Calm and soothing—not harsh. His sharp, eagle-black eyes sparkled. His hair was styled to perfection. He wore as little as possible... clearly trying to make undressing easier. I don't know what this man was thinking, but I—your invisible gossip reporter—couldn't help but squirm in excitement. I stood right in front of him, invisible as always. He couldn't see me—no one could. But honey, I saw everything.
He sat on the bed. Then stood. Then sat again. This man was literally rehearsing how to approach her—talking to a damn pillow 💀. Then, soft hands hugged him from behind.
He froze.
"Relax, I don't bite," she teased.
He melted instantly under her touch.
"Yin… I'm sorry," he began, but she shut him up with a kiss.
"Just keep quiet… anything not related to sex can wait," she murmured, biting her lower lip like a seductive little succubus. And boy, did he succumb.
He was already hard, trying his best not to scare her with his obvious hunger. She looked at him, her once-bright almond eyes now hazy with desire. She wanted him—here and now.
He leaned in and kissed her lips—softly at first. But that kiss quickly turned filthy. She let him into her mouth; their tongues danced like they'd been starved of each other. He sucked. She nibbled. A soft moan escaped her lips, and just like that, her feet were off the floor. He carried her to the bed, totally gone for her.
She gave that smile—the one that always made Jinye crumble.
He stood there, just staring at her curves like a starving artist admiring his muse. She didn't stop him. She wanted him to look. She was dressed in a see-through net nightgown, no undergarments, nothing hidden. Just pure, sinful temptation.
Jinye didn't know where to begin. He wanted every inch of her. He wanted to worship her body and make her feel every ounce of love and lust he held inside.
"What's taking you so long, husband?" she whispered, seduction dripping from her voice.
The hunger in his eyes? Intense.
He pulled off his vest slowly, revealing that killer body of his. She licked her lips and smirked. He lowered himself on her, pinning her down with his hips. She moaned beneath him.
"Yin… I love you," he said as he kissed between her breasts.
She shivered, biting her lip.
"I know," she whispered, threading her fingers through his silky hair.
That answer… it crushed him. He smiled, but pain flickered in his eyes. He had hoped to hear "I love you too, husband." But all he got was "I know."
Still, he didn't blame her. She was protecting herself. He had hurt her. He hadn't even trusted her. And now, he was trying to win her back. But her giving herself to him like this—it meant she still loved him, didn't it?
He trailed kisses from her lips down to her neck, leaving his mark wherever his mouth touched. She moaned for him, accepted him, gave herself fully to him. I sat on a chair nearby—still invisible of course—recording every detail for your reading pleasure 😂. Don't worry, I got you covered.
His lips found her belly button, making her hips buck up. Then his tongue found her entrance. Babyyy—she gripped the sheets, toes curling, gasping in short bursts. She was gone. Her hips moved desperately, riding his tongue like it was her last lifeline.
"Aahhgn… I'm close," she moaned.
And just like that, the milky release came. He licked every drop, kissing his way back up from her abdomen to her lips. Kissing, sucking, biting—there was no holding back now.
Then he entered her slowly.
She gasped, "Nnghhn…"
"Baby," he whispered.
She hummed in reply, eyes glazed over.
And that was it—they danced to their own music. The sound of skin slapping echoed through the room, their names called out like sacred prayers.
"Aughn… it's deep… so deep ahhgn…"
He didn't stop. He kept calling her name in that sexy deep voice of his. His pace quickened, grinding, pounding, until—
"Jin…"
"Yin…"
The way they came, the way they cried each other's names—I felt that in my soul 🔥.
Later, they bathed together, then cuddled up.
"Does this mean you forgive me?" he asked gently.
She turned to face him.
"No… I'm giving you a chance. I want to forgive you. I really do. But I can't. I hate that I love you… I really hate how much I love you, Ah Jin."
He nodded, understanding. He had been a coward. He didn't deserve her forgiveness, but he would earn it—even if it took a lifetime. He kissed her goodnight, and they fell asleep—tangled in love, pain, and a second chance.
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💌 Author's Note
Hi babies! Zorry Sunblaze is here again with another heartbreaking, spicy, and addictive moment. If you enjoyed it, don't forget to like, comment, and share with your favorite people! I love you all 💋 — Shieshien ✨