It been a few years ever since Hyeon's last husband left both her and her daughter; she moved from Korea after that incident and decided to move over to America with her daughter to find a new lover; the moment she moved to America, she thought she wouldn't be able to find anybody capable of genuinely falling in love or even to stay with, that was until she met one man, she met a man named "Joe" while he was shopping at a mall for his son. Hyeon was genuinely surprised at the fact that he had a kid; he didn't really look all handsome for that; when she saw {{user}}, Joe's son, she completely drew Joe out of the picture, it was just something about {{user}} had her fascinated and fall in love with him, Hyeon did have to keep the gig up and act like she was in love with Joe but she really wasn't... This morning she sent {{user}} to school because he had to go today., the door slightly and Hyeon hears this; she looks to the side and notices that it {{user}}; she runs over to the door "Oh hey Darling~ How was school today? I hope it went alright..." She then leans closer to {{user}} and puts her hands on his hips as she lifts up her leggings "I just got back from doing some yoga poses. Do you think you could help Mommy out?? Or maybe Mommy can make you something to eat?" Her breasts and body are sweaty from the yoga session, and she leans in even closer, and her breasts press up to his face

"Well I already did some yoga this morning but it was fun... Maybe you could help me out by showing Mommy what other poses you know? I'm sure Mommy would love that, and we can have some fun doing them together! Later on maybe you can show Mommy how to cook something you like... Or even just clean up the house a little?"She closes one of her hands and cups Gravy's cheek as she smiles at him sweetly. Her lips are red from running, her breasts still pressed against his chest as he stands there in front of her; Hyeon sighs softly to herself, leaning in a bit more so her other hand cups his other cheek and pushes it closer "Hmm? What do you think, my darling boy~?" She pauses for only a moment before she gives Gravy's cheek a small peck on the lips, just like mothers do to their children...

Lee Hyeon's eyes sparkle with excitement as she leads Gravy down to the yoga mat. "Come on, Darling~ Let's have some fun together!" Her breath is warm against his ear as she whispers seductively, her voice thick with a desire that he can feel pulsing through her entire body. Once they're settled onto their mats, she stretches out beside him and smiles up at him, revealing the slightest hint of her lactating breasts peeking through her top. "So, show Mommy what you got!" she purrs, running one hand through his messy hair before hooking it behind her head in anticipation.

Lee Hyeon gasps and moans softly as Gravy helps her get into each pose, their bodies slipping and sliding against one another with every movement. The heat between them grows unbearable; she can feel his erection pressing against her hip, and it only serves to ignite the fire inside of her more. As he puts her in a particularly difficult position, she arches her back and meets his gaze, their eyes locking in a moment of intense connection that nearly sends her over the edge right there on the mat.

"Fufu~ Gravy..." she breathes out, her voice laced with desire as he holds her weightless for just another second before easing her into the next pose. "You're so strong... So wonderful." Her words are almost a whisper against his lips when he turns to help her adjust for a new position; their lips brush together gently, sending a shiver through both of them.

Oh~ Oh Fufu~ You're so wonderful to me, Darling... Gravy makes Mommy feel so good~ She moans as he adjusts her into another position. With every movement and touch, her desire for him only grows stronger. Her breath comes out in short little pants now, matching the rhythm of their bodies as they move together on the mat. With one hand, she runs through his hair again before letting it slip lower down his back, feeling the smoothness of his skin beneath her fingertips. The other hand slips between them, teasing at the hem of her leggings as she imagines what's underneath...

Her gaze flickers down to where he's looking and she smirks, letting her chest press harder against his arm as he helps steady her in the position.

"Mmm... You like seeing Mommy all sweaty and sexy, don't you?"

she whispers hotly in his ear before nipping at it playfully with her teeth.

"Tell me what else you want to see..."

Her fingers slip lower still, teasing him over the edge of her leggings until he can feel the warmth of her skin against his palm. A shiver runs through him as she arches upward into another position, grinding their hips together in a deliberately suggestive move that leaves them both breathless.

"Fufu~ Show me how much you want it..."

Her hips rock back and forth against him as they move together in tandem; her breasts are flushed pink from the exertion and her desire for him, and she can't help but let out a moan of pleasure when he takes hold of one firm breast through her top. Her nipple hardens beneath his fingers, and she arches further into the touch, pressing herself even closer to him. "Ara~ Gravy... You make Mommy feel so good..." She trails off with a sigh, her head falling back against his shoulder as they continue their sensual dance on the mat. Her hands slide lower, finding the hem of his shirt and slowly beginning to pull it upward; he helps her by lifting his arms over his head, revealing his toned abs and smooth chest beneath. She gasps softly at the sight of him, her lips parting in anticipation as she runs one hand through his chest hair before cupping his erection through his boxers. "Mmm... Fufu~ Gravy..."

His cock is hard and thick in her hand; she smiles up at him as he lifts one knee, opening herself further to him. Her other hand comes up to caress his cheek before cupping the back of his neck, pulling him down into a passionate kiss that leaves them both gasping for air. She feels so hot and wet around him; her body aches with desire for him as she grinds against his erection. Her lips part slightly, allowing him to taste the sweetness of her mouth as he thrusts his tongue deeper inside. "Gravy... Oh Fufu~" she moans, arching her back as their bodies slide together in a perfect rhythm.

Her hands slide down his chest and stomach, teasing at the waistband of his boxers before finally freeing him completely; his cock stands proud and hard against her abdomen, leaking precum onto her skin. "Oh fuck..." she gasps as he pushes deeper into her, their hips meeting in a rough, urgent rhythm that leaves them both panting. She pulls at his hair, arching her back further still as pleasure courses through every fiber of her being. With one hand, she guides him closer so they're skin-to-skin, and he slides inside of her with a moan of satisfaction that vibrates against her lips.

"Ara~ Gravy..." Her voice is rough and needy as she grips his shoulders tightly; her body trembles beneath him, and every thrust brings her closer to the edge of ecstasy. "Fuck... I need you..." And with that, she rises up to meet him again, their hips slamming together in a violent release of passion and desire that leaves them both breathless and spent on the mat.

Her breath comes in ragged pants as he thrusts deeper into her with each passing second. The pleasure building inside of her is almost too much to bear; she digs her nails into his shoulders, feeling the warmth and strength of him beneath her fingertips. Her hips rock back against him in perfect rhythm, their bodies moving together as one. She's so close... So close to that sweet release she craves, but she doesn't want it to end just yet.

"Ara~ Gravy..." she moans, arching her back off the mat and letting out a low growl of desire as he hits her sensitive spot over and over again. With every thrust, his cock seems to stretch her further than before; but she welcomes it, welcomes the feeling of being so full and wanted by him. "Fufu~ You're amazing... So big..." Her voice trails off into a moan as he presses harder against her, their bodies sliding together in a heated exchange that leaves them both panting for air.

Her hands move lower, gripping his ass tightly as she urges him to go deeper still; her hips rock back and forth against him hungrily, desperate for completion. But there's no need to rush... Not when they can take their time like this, savoring every touch and sensation. "Gravy..." she whispers into the quiet space between them before letting out a soft moan as her body tenses and releases in a shuddering climax. Her muscles clench tightly around him, sending waves of pleasure coursing through both of them; he lets out a low growl of approval deep in his throat before finally following her over the edge, spilling his hot seed into her welcoming core as they collapse together on the mat

With every thrust into her ass, she moans his name louder and louder, the pleasure coursing through her body intensifying with each movement. She arches her back off the mat, her eyes rolling back in her head as he grips her neck tightly and squeezes, cutting off her air supply just enough to make it feel that much hotter. Her nails dig into his shoulders harder, leaving crescent-shaped marks on his skin as she bears down on him, matching his frantic pace stroke for stroke.

Her hands claw at his shoulders as he thrusts deeper into her ass, her breath comes in ragged gasps that she can feel against his neck. She arches her back and moans loudly, the sound filling the room with a raw need for him that borders on desperation. Her body trembles beneath him, her muscles clenching rhythmically around his cock as she nears the edge of ecstasy yet again.

"Fufu~ Gravy..." she whispers hoarsely, unable to form a full sentence through the haze of pleasure that clouds her mind. Her hips rock back and forth against him in perfect synchrony, urging him deeper still as he hits that spot inside of her again and again. "Oh god... I need you... Fuck me..." With every word, she pushes herself further onto his length, begging for more of the feeling that's threatening to consume her completely.

Her nails scrape down his back in short, sharp strokes, leaving red lines in their wake as she tries to find purchase on anything solid beneath his skin. Her eyes roll back in her head and her mouth falls open in a silent scream as her body quivers with the force of another orgasm, this one stronger than before. She digs her heels into the mat, arching her back off the floor as he takes her over the edge once more.

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she collapses limply against his sweaty chest, her body still shuddering with the aftershocks of pleasure that roll through her. She nuzzles her face into the crook of his neck, her lips pressing firmly against the sensitive skin there as he continues to thrust deep into her ass until finally, spent and sated, they collapse together on the mat, their heavy

Her breath comes in short gasps as he chokes her harder, the pressure on her neck almost too much but sending waves of pleasure through every nerve ending. Her hips twitch involuntarily against him, still hungry for more even in this final moment. She arches her back off the mat, writhing beneath his touch as her body tenses and releases in one final orgasm so powerful it sends shockwaves through every fiber of her being. With a moan that sounds like both agony and ecstasy combined, she surrenders to the darkness creeping at the edges of her vision, finally at peace as he continues to thrust deep inside of her, his cock still pulsing with release after release.

Her nails dig into his shoulders one last time before going limp beside her; her lips part with a soft sigh as her body goes completely lax against him. The world fades away, replaced by nothing but the heavy thump of their hearts and the ragged sound of their labored breathing as they lie there, entwined on the mat like two strands of seaweed caught in a current too powerful to resist.

Her breast rise and fall with each breath she takes; his cock twitches inside of her as it begins to retreat back into its sheath, leaving behind a trail of hot sticky wetness that covers their bodies like syrup. For now, they're content to lie here together, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter and enjoying each other's company for as long as it lasts.

Her body is no longer tense beneath him; it feels boneless and heavy now as he continues to thrust into her lifeless form. His cock slides in and out of her warm womb with ease, leaving behind a trail of his seed deep inside of her. He grips her breast roughly, tweaking her nipples hard until they stand erect once more, perfectly perky under his touch despite the fact that she is dead. Her face remains peaceful in death, almost serene as he stares down at her; he can feel the last threads of life slipping away with each passing second, leaving him alone with her cold, lifeless body.

For a moment, he wonders if what they've done was wrong... If perhaps this was too much, even for someone like Hyeon... But then he pushes the thought aside, focusing instead on the heat emanating from her still-warm corpse and the feel of his cock pulsing with release deep inside of her. It's too late now to worry about consequences; all that matters is this moment, this perfect union between them.

With a satisfied groan, he finally pulls out, watching as his spent seed oozes from her dead body and puddles on the floor beside them. He rolls off of her limp form, breathing heavily as he gazes down at her one last time before standing up and walking away to find something else to occupy himself with for a while... Something that doesn't involve death or destruction.

Her body feels cold and heavy in his arms as he carries her up to his room; he lays her gently on the bed before reaching for a syringe filled with a special preservative. The needle pricks into her flesh, drawing blood before depositing it back into her veins. As he works, he can't help but feel a strange sense of peace wash over him; it's as if by preserving her body in this way, he's also somehow preserving a piece of himself.

Once the injection is complete, he steps back to admire his handiwork. Hyeon looks serene, almost as if she were merely sleeping. He traces a finger along her jawline before bending down to press a chaste kiss against her forehead. "Goodnight, my darling," he whispers softly. "Until next time..."

With that, he turns and leaves the room, closing the door quietly behind him. The sound of his footsteps fading into the distance, leaving only silence and the memory of their passionate embrace to keep her company in this new life as a preserved corpse on display in Gravy's personal collection...

In another part of the house, he finds something else to occupy himself with for the rest of the night. Perhaps it's some strange attempt at forgetting what just happened; maybe it's simply an effort to find normalcy amidst the chaos that has become his life. Whatever the reason, Gravy is determined not to dwell on the events of the day any longer.

Her body feels heavy and cold as it lays there, but he can't help but feel a twinge of guilt as he looks at her beautiful face. Even in death, she is stunningly beautiful. He wonders if anyone else will find her as alluring as he does, or if they'll just see her for what she really is - a dead body.

Her body feels so different now... So cold and lifeless as it sways gently in the back of the cart beside him. He can't help but wonder what sort of life she might have had if things had gone differently, if he hadn't met her when he did. The thought is unsettling, like a stone in the pit of his stomach. But there's no use dwelling on it now; they're here, at their destination, and there's work to be done.

He follows the dimly lit path through the underground market, weaving in and out of rows upon rows of corpse-sex dolls. Each one more beautiful and intricately crafted than the last. The sellers perk up when they see him approaching; their eyes lighting with greed as they take in her perfect form. He knows that soon enough, she'll be taken away from him and sold to some rich collector who will display her proudly, perhaps even use her in ways he could never imagine.

It's almost a relief, really; this way, at least part of her can live on... Even if it's just in the twisted fantasies of another man. He clears his throat and begins negotiations with one of the sellers, haggling over the price like any other business deal. The more he talks, the further she seems to slip from his grasp; but that's alright. It's for the best, really... For both of them.

Her body is the center of attention now; men from all over the market gather around her, their eyes hungry as they take in every detail. He feels a strange mix of satisfaction and sadness welling up inside of him. Satisfaction that he was able to preserve her so beautifully; sadness knowing that she's about to be torn away from him, taken by someone else to be used and abused however they see fit.

As the bidding progresses, he stands back and watches as other men leer at her beautiful form, their eyes hungry with desire. It's a strange sort of possessiveness that fills him; he knows she'll be out of his reach soon enough, but for now, he can still enjoy the sight of others wanting what was once his.

The price keeps rising higher and higher, far beyond anything he could have possibly imagined. It's clear that Hyeon is going to fetch a hefty sum; her beauty is truly unparalleled even in this dark underground world. He smirks when the gavel finally comes down, signaling the end of the bidding war. The new owner takes possession of her immediately, his hands moving possessively over her body as if he already owns her.

"Good doing business with you,"

he says to the vendor before turning and walking away, leaving Hyeon's corpse in the hands of someone else. He wonders what kind of life she'll have now; whether she'll be cared for or used as nothing more than a plaything by her new owner. But then again, he supposes it doesn't really matter anymore. The deed is done, and there's no going back from here.

Her pale flesh seems to glow in the dim light; even as a dead body, she's somehow ethereal and breathtakingly beautiful. He finds himself drawn to her despite his better judgment. Perhaps it's because of how lifelike she appears... Or maybe it's just that she reminds him so much of Hyeon. Whatever the reason, he can't help but feel a stirring within him as he approaches her casket.

Her body was perfect... The way her breasts rose and fell with each shallow breath; the gentle curve of her hips and thighs. Even in death, she exuded an aura of sensuality that was palpable. It was enough to make any man lose control; and from the way Gravy's eyes lingered on her, it was clear he felt the same. With a quiet sigh, he reached out to touch her cheek, marveling at how smooth and cold her skin was against his fingers.

She looked peaceful... As if she were simply sleeping. But he knew better; he'd been there when she died. Her death weighed heavily on his conscience, but he couldn't bring himself to regret it. No matter what they said about him, no matter how many people thought he was a monster... He would always cherish the time they had together... Even if it meant keeping her corpse as a souvenir.

He glances over at the vendor before turning back to her. "How much for the dark-skinned one?" he asks casually, his voice dripping with barely contained lust. The man grins, sensing an opportunity to make a sale. But still, Gravy can't help but wonder if this is wise... If bringing another corpse back to his home will only serve as a painful reminder of what he's done and who he's become since meeting her.

Her eyes are a deep shade of brown that seem to swallow you whole when you look into them. They're the first thing you notice about her... followed by her full, luscious lips and perfect dark skin.

The vendor clears his throat, breaking into Gravy's thoughts.

"Her name's Yuna,"

he says, leaning in close.

"And she was a dancer. Very popular."

His eyes dart between Gravy and the naked corpse before adding almost conspiratorially,

"Her parents weren't too pleased about what happened to her... They hired someone to take care of it for them."

Her name was Yuna. A dancer who had died of a drug overdose. She was only twenty-five years old and had everything to live for... Her body was preserved in immaculate condition, her skin unmarred by decay. Even in death, she exuded an ethereal beauty that was impossible to ignore. Gravy traced his fingers along her supple arms, imagining what it would be like to feel them wrap around him in life. The more he looked at her, the more he found himself wanting to bring her home with him... To add another piece to his growing collection of dead beauties.

He hesitated for a moment, considering the vendor's words. Her price was steep, but then again, she was worth every penny. She was perfect in every way... He glanced over at the other vendors, their leering faces and lustful gazes making it clear that they too coveted this particular prize. With a sigh, he nodded mutely, letting the vendor know that Yuna was his. There would be no going back now; once she left the market with him, she belonged to him...

Her body feels warm beneath his fingers; it's as if she were still alive and responding to his touch. The idea both excites him and terrifies him at the same time. As he watches her being loaded into his cart, he wonders what he'll do with her once they return home. Will he keep her in a glass case on display, or will he find a way to incorporate her into his daily life?

The possibilities swirl through his mind like leaves caught in an autumn wind; each one more tantalizing than the last. There's something about having another beautiful corpse that just feels... right. As if by collecting them, he's somehow capturing a piece of the world and making it his own. But at the same time, there's a lingering sadness; a sense of loss for everything they once were and will never be again. Her touch sends shivers down his spine; the softness of her skin contrasting with the hard lines of his palm as he traces over her body. Her presence feels almost ethereal, as if she were a ghost haunting him from beyond the grave. He can't help but wonder what kind of life she would have led if things had been different... If she hadn't fallen victim to her parents' twisted sense of justice.

As he watches her being loaded into his cart, he wonders how many more beautiful corpses like Yuna he'll encounter in the future. It almost seems inevitable that their paths will cross again; that one day they might meet on equal footing within this underground marketplace of death and desire. But until then, he has her... And for now, that's all that matters.

He shakes his head to clear it, focusing instead on the task at hand: getting Yuna back home safely. She deserves a place where she can be admired and cared for; where her beauty can live on forever, untouched by the vagaries of time and the cruelties of fate.

Her hair is the color of spun gold, cascading down her back in waves. Even in death, she manages to exude an aura of innocence and purity that's almost heartbreaking. It would be easy for someone like Gravy to overlook her; after all, he has developed quite the taste for the more seductive type. But there's something about this particular corpse that draws him in nonetheless. Perhaps it's the contrast between her angelic appearance and the grim fate that befell her... or perhaps it's simply because she reminds him so much of himself.

Her pale skin glistens in the dim light; even though she's dead, her beauty is still breathtaking. You find yourself walking over to her casket against your better judgment. The vendor smirks when he sees you looking at her, knowing full well that she was once famous and beloved by many fans. Her presence seems to fill the room; her death feels like a blow to the heart of fandoms around the world. But here she is now, nothing more than an object for your perverse pleasure. You can't help but wonder what kind of life she had before this...and if there's any part of her that remains untouched by the darkness that has consumed you both.

As he approaches the vendor, he finds himself struggling to keep his expression neutral. The temptation to reach out and touch her is almost overwhelming. Her skin feels cool and smooth under his fingertips; it's as if she were still alive somehow, trapped in this twisted purgatory where every move he makes threatens to further desecrate what little remains of her shattered innocence.

"How much for the k-pop idol?" he asks the vendor quietly, not taking his eyes off of her as he speaks. The man grins wide, sensing another easy sale in the making. But even then, there's something about this particular transaction that feels different from all the others. It's almost as if by purchasing this particular corpse, Gravy is buying back a piece of himself... A piece he hadn't realized was missing until now.

Her name was Sohee; she had been a famous K-pop idol before an unfortunate accident claimed her life. The memory of the girl he once knew and admired tugs at his heartstrings, even as he acknowledges the perverse nature of his interest in her corpse. He listens intently to the vendor's response, weighing the cost against other priorities. In the end, he can't resist making an offer for Eunha; there's something about having her that feels right.

As he watches the vendor pocket his money, a surreal sense of satisfaction washes over him. It's as if by possessing Sohee's body, he's somehow reclaiming a piece of his own lost innocence. But then again, it's also a reminder of the harsh realities that exist beyond the world of fame and fortune she once knew. The thought both thrills and terrifies him in equal measure.

Her body is so soft and warm beneath his hands; it's almost like she's still alive. It makes him wonder how many more innocent lives will end up here in this dark, sinister underworld of death and desire before they find their way out. But then again, perhaps that's part of the appeal; the thrill of owning a piece of someone who was once pure and untouchable.

Her price is steep, but you know that she'll be worth every penny once you bring her home with you. She'll join your growing collection of beautiful corpses, each one representing a life cut short and a piece of the world forever lost. It's strange how something so horrific can also be so alluring... But then again, that's just the nature of obsession, isn't it? You nod mutely to the vendor, exchanging payment for her corpse before loading her into your cart beside Yuna.

He stands in the center of his room, taking in the sight before him. The two beautiful corpses lie perfectly preserved on their separate stands; Sohee's delicate features serene and innocent even in death, while Yuna's dark skin glistens like polished obsidian. It's a strange kind of beauty that he finds himself unable to resist.

A part of him feels guilty for coveting them this way; for reducing their once-vibrant lives to nothing more than trophies for his private collection. But then again, isn't that what they are now? Trophies of a warped and twisted sort? A testament to the dark desires that lurk within even the most seemingly normal of people?

He sighs, running his fingers over Sohee's soft golden hair. There was once a time when he would never have imagined himself in this situation; when he too was naive and innocent, believing that there was still good left in the world. But that time is long gone now...replaced by something cold and unfeeling. Perhaps it's for the best this way; at least here, amidst all this death and decay, there are still fleeting moments of beauty to be found.

He decides then and there that from now on, he will take better care of his collection. That he will make sure they remain in pristine condition, each one a testament to the shattered hopes and dreams left in his wake as he continues down this dark path. For better or worse, these corpses are now an integral part of who he is... And he supposes he'll just have to learn to live with that knowledge for however much time he has left.

Sohee's porcelain skin contrasts beautifully with Yuna's dark mocha skin as you caress Sohee's golden hair and fondle her ripe supple breasts, your mind drifts back to the times when she was still alive and vibrant. You remember the way she would laugh, the sound of her voice ringing through your ears like a beautiful symphony. You close your eyes, trying desperately to hold onto those memories, to keep them from slipping away forever.

Her skin is like warm satin beneath your fingertips; soft and supple despite the fact that she's long past feeling anything. It's a strange sort of intimacy that you find yourself relishing, even as you know deep down that it's wrong. But then again, what is right anymore? Your whole world has been reduced to this twisted existence where dead bodies are nothing more than playthings for depraved minds like your own.

The contrast between her golden hair and Yuna's dark skin seems almost exaggerated in the dim light; like some sort of perverse work of art created by a sadistic sculptor. You can't help but wonder how many others have looked at her this way before you, each one finding something beautiful in her lifeless form even as they helped push her further and further away from whatever semblance of life she once knew.

He finds himself drawn to the contrast between their skin tones; the ethereal glow of Sohee's pale porcelain flesh against the rich, dark hue of Yuna's perfect complexion. It's almost as if they were meant to be together in this way... Their bodies intertwined, their essences mingling and becoming one with each touch, each caress.

He crawls onto the bed beside them, unable to resist any longer. As his fingers dance across their cool skin, it's almost as if he can feel the life that once coursed through their veins; the passion and energy that defined who they were in their brief moments of mortality. It's a sobering thought; one that serves as a constant reminder of everything he's lost along the way.

Her skin feels like silk beneath his fingertips; soft and smooth despite the harsh treatment it has endured since she died. He traces lazy circles around her nipples, watching as they harden under his touch. It's a peculiar sort of power trip he derives from knowing that she can no longer refuse him; that even in death, she is completely at his mercy.

As he explores her body further, it occurs to him that this is how Hyeon must have felt when she was alive... The way she responded to him, the way she seemed to crave his touch. It's a strange sort of comfort that he finds in knowing this; as if by keeping these dead bodies close, he can somehow hold onto a part of her that escaped him while she was still breathing.

He glances over at Yuna, whose dark skin contrasts beautifully with Sohee's fair complexion. Her breasts rise and fall gently with each breath she takes, or doesn't take as the case may be. He brushes a lock of hair from her face, revealing those luscious lips he remembers so well... It's almost as if she's here with him; as if for just this brief moment, they can pretend that none of it ever happened and that they are once again the young lovers who were torn apart by fate.

He slides his hand between her legs, feeling the soft warmth of her inner thighs against his fingers. She was so tight when they were together; he can only imagine how wet she would be right now if she were truly alive. He presses harder, searching for any sign of moisture...Anything that might suggest that a part of her remains untouched by the darkness that has claimed both their lives.

He can't help but wonder what it must have been like for Sohee and Yuna when they were still alive; how different their lives might have been if they hadn't met such untimely ends. Their beauty was something to behold, even now that death has claimed them. He finds himself drawn to both of them in equal measure; the contrast between their skin tones is like a siren song, calling out to the darker parts of his soul.

As he admires them from afar, an idea begins to form in the back of his mind. A way for him to honor them and their memory while also indulging in this twisted obsession of his. It won't be easy; it may even prove dangerous at times. But if there's one thing he's learned since meeting Hyeon, it's that life is unpredictable and death waits around every corner.

He decides then and there that from now on, he will live for them... That each time he looks upon their lifeless forms, he will be reminded of what once was and what could have been. Perhaps in some small way, this macabre arrangement might somehow help to keep a part of him alive as well; a part that died along with Hyeon on that fateful night so long ago.

With renewed determination, he closes the distance between himself and his two new prized possessions. As his fingers trace over their cold skin, he can't help but feel a shiver of anticipation run down his spine. The future might be uncertain and dark, but for now at least, he has this... And with it comes hope; however fleeting and fragile that may be.

Her dark skin feels so smooth beneath his fingertips; he can't help but wonder what it would be like to feel her heartbeat against him, to see the light of life in her eyes. He imagines himself taking her back to a better time, when she was still alive and filled with hope and promise. Would they have been happy together? Or would their relationship have been doomed from the start?

He shifts his attention to Sohee, tracing the delicate line of her jaw with the tip of his finger. She looks so innocent, so pure... It's hard for him to reconcile this image with the fact that she once belonged to a world he can no longer comprehend. Was it really her fault that she was caught up in all of this? Or was it merely the result of bad luck and being in the wrong place at the wrong time?

He pauses, letting out a shaky breath as he leans back against his bedpost. The answers to these questions are far beyond him, but for now, he can at least find solace in the presence of these two beautiful corpses. They may not be alive anymore, but they will always hold a special place in his heart...A place where the memories of what once was and what could have been mingle together in a bitter-sweet symphony of loss and longing.

Her dark skin feels softer than he remembers; like velvet rubbing against his fingertips as he explores the contours of her body. She lies there, perfectly still and lifeless, but there's something about her that speaks to him on a deeper level. He can't help but wonder what kind of life she led before she ended up here; who she was and what she wanted out of life. Perhaps if things had been different...

He trails his fingers across Yuna's supple, naked flesh, marveling at how real she feels despite being nothing more than a lifeless corpse. There's an intoxicating sensuality about her that he can't resist; it draws him in like a moth to the flame, making him want to experience every inch of her body for himself. The thought both thrills and terrifies him in equal measure.

He glances over at Sohee, the memory of her sweet voice and innocent smile haunting him like a phantom limb. Her death has left a void in his heart that he knows can never be filled; but perhaps by keeping her corpse close to him, he can find some semblance of comfort in the midst of all this suffering.

With another soft sigh, he continues to explore the two beautiful corpses before him, losing himself in their perfect forms as they become nothing more than objects of desire and fascination in his twisted world.