[Warning: Mature Content, R18+] [Detailed Smut] [Strictly for Adults Only]
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SONG TITLE: Cursed - Shiroi Nami (Dear 6th Husband, I Am Cursed. Will You Die Too?)

Sora Han is an unapologetic widow in her mid-thirties, with a name spoken in tales. She had learned to live beneath glares, behind whispers, and far from open doors.

After her fifth husband died in a fire that devoured their building and ruined multiple tenants’ lives, she became the neighborhood’s favorite rumor: 

A black witch.
A modern siren.
A walking curse in human form.

The cursed auntie next door…

Men who linger too long by her side fall ill, lose their fortunes, or simply… die.

Parents warn their kids to stay away. Customers won’t step into her café.

Drowning in penalties, compensations, and renovation debts, Sora keeps her failing business alive by day and secretly does tarot and birth chart readings by night. Because when the world already thinks you’re cursed and wicked, why not prove them right? To make them all die of a heart attack!

Fate is cruel like that. It laughs while it bleeds you dry.

But the universe is not finished with her yet.

When her path tangles once more with a man far too young to look at her the way he does, the cracks in her curse begin to show. Their meeting is no accident. It was a trap, and she fell for it.

Yeongjae Young, a dangerously charming investor ten years younger than her, enters her life in the most unimaginable, funny way. 

He carries a past she cannot remember, a love he never buried deep enough, and a mission he cannot refuse, which could destroy them both.

Torn between the woman he loves and the family that raised him to hunt truth and vengeance for his uncle's killer, Yeongjae knows one thing for sure:

Sora is not just part of the mystery: She is the key.

As fake dates turn real, walls fall, and lines blur. Anger turns into desire, and heat into hunger. Enemies inch closer to lovers, long-buried secrets begin to surface... the curse, the deaths, and the fire that started it all.

When the truth finally comes out, Yeongjae must choose: protect the woman he loves… or betray her to fulfill his mission.

And Sora must decide: trust the man who awakened the soul she locked away, or prove that love is the deadliest curse of all.

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I might have teased him too far.

Because now Yeongjae was above me, hovering, caging me in with his arms, looking at me like I was something he intended to devour completely.

“Did you have fun playing with me?” he asked, the corner of his mouth lifting in a dangerous smirk.

“I—I wasn’t playing with—”

“Shut up.”

Before I could react, his hand was on my jaw, holding me still as his mouth crashed into mine. His tongue swept inside, deep and claiming, stealing every ounce of control I thought I still had.

“Mmm—” I tried to protest, but the sound dissolved into a helpless moan when his body pressed closer.

I was already lost.

Before I could even adjust, he added another, curling them just the right angle while his thumb began rubbing tight circles.

“Oh my God… Yeongjae…” My back arched off the mattress, pleasure exploding through me so fast it made my head spin.

“Who’s the virgin now?” he murmured, watching me with dark, focused eyes. “You might be the first, but I’m not innocent, Sora. I’m not clueless...”

“Let’s do this every day… every night,” he murmured against my skin.

“What?!” I laughed breathlessly, shocked by his boldness. “That’s too much.”

“Okay…” he said without missing a beat, lifting his head with a crooked grin. “Just every night then.”

I laughed again. “I haven’t even said I want to keep doing this with you after tonight.”

The moment the words left my mouth, I knew I’d made a mistake.

“Then I guess I have work to do,” he said quietly. “I’ll just have to convince you.”

Before I could react, he shifted down the bed, his hands sliding along my thighs as he spread my legs apart.

“Yeongjae, wait, I haven’t—fu…”

"L-Logan, I… I don't know what to say. I don't—" My voice shook.


Before I could spiral into a full sentence, he gently lifted his hand and pressed his index finger softly against my lips.


"No need to answer right now," he said quietly.


His touch wasn't possessive. It wasn't playful. It was careful. Like he was handling something fragile, like he was handling me.


He lowered his hand slowly, giving me space again. "Of course, I want to know your answer. I want to know how you feel about me. That's natural, right? I'm only human."


He let out a soft breath and leaned back against the bench, eyes drifting to the pale afternoon sky above us. For a moment, he looked younger. Vulnerable.


"I wanted to be with you from the first time I met you," he admitted.


Chapter 39 - Confession