His fingers twisted inside her, hitting that spot that made her entire body convulse.
"Mmmmph—!" Hana's hand pressed harder against her mouth, her eyes rolling back as unwanted pleasure crashed through her.
Beside her, Min-jung's eyes fluttered.
Hana's entire body went rigid with terror.
'No. Please. Please don't wake up. Please—'
A tear rolled down her cheek. Then another. They fell without her permission, hot and heavy, tracing paths down her face to drip onto the bedsheet below.
One landed on Min-jung's hand.
The girl's fingers twitched.
'No!'
Hana's free hand scrambled across the bed, desperately searching for the mask. Her fingers found it—smooth plastic, lightweight—and she shoved it back onto her face so hard it actually hurt.
The eye holes aligned just as Min-jung's eyes started to open.
Raven's fingers were still buried inside her. Still moving. But slower now. Deliberate.
