Chapter 38: Myeong & Roco

MYEONG

Myeong held Roco’s hand as they walked around the ship. She could see he was getting stronger now, exercising and drinking multiple protein drinks that Drake had prescribed throughout the day.

But he wasn’t quite the same Roco that he’d been before the attack, at least physically. Emotionally, he was more in tune with her than he’d ever been. More loving. Though they’d been in love before their bonding—this was so much more intense.

“They don’t look at me so much anymore,” Myeong noted as they walked down the corridor, hand in hand.

Zibon after Zibon passed them by with barely a glance.

“That’s because we’re bonded now. You’re off limits.”

“Does that mean I can walk around the ship on my own?”

She ducked her head into a nearby room to take a look.

Roco hauled her back. “I guess you are.”

“You don’t seem so sure.”

“That’s my problem. Not yours. I’m just being overprotective, I suppose,” he said. “Bonding is not common. None of us are used to it.”

He smiled down at her. His yellow eyes were so dark they were orange. Even such a simple look made Myeong’s heart flutter.

She could see the weariness in them, though. She rounded her shoulders, feeling the weight of it upon her shoulders.

“We should go back and lie down,” she said.

“Lie down. Hmm…” He smiled to himself.

Myeong laughed. She could see the image in her head. “I’m not used to this connection.” She touched her temple.

“Ours is a unique one. I mean, ~all~ bonds are unique, but to read each other’s minds… That’s a powerful thing.”

“But I can’t read it all the time. And I can’t read it when I want to.”

“No.” Roco’s forehead furrowed. “That’s a problem and a good thing at the same time, I suppose.”

When they reached their room, Roco went and got himself a drink. Myeong sat down on the bed.

“Did you learn much speaking with the other men?” she asked.

“Too much.”

Myeong chuckled. She looked over toward her bag of pads and couldn’t stop the ugly feeling churning away in her stomach.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It doesn’t matter. I suppose it doesn’t matter at all. It ~shouldn’t~ matter.”

“You’re rambling.” He put down the cylinder and sat down beside her.

She gave him a quivering smile. “Just old memories. Old pains.”

“Tell me.”

Myeong’s eyes skipped over the scar in the corner of his mouth. “I have a period, Roco, but that doesn’t mean my body works the way it’s supposed to. I can’t have children. I don’t know why it still matters. Since ~we~ can’t anyway…”

She looked away, annoyed with herself as she felt the tears rise in her eyes.

“Oh.”

Roco’s helplessness resonated through their bond.

“It’s not your problem, Roco.” She squeezed his hand. “It’s something I have to deal with.”

“It bothers you, though. Not having children. You want one.”

Myeong didn’t respond. She didn’t need to. It was times like this she wished she could have some privacy away from their bond.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It ~does~ matter.”

Myeong sighed. “I wonder what the other Rictorians think of all this. I wonder what the ~new~ women will think? What if they want to have children?”

She looked at Roco, but he had trouble meeting her eye.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“It’s not your fault. Like I said, I couldn’t have one anyway.” She looked down into her lap with a frown. “I’m defective.”

Myeong felt his anger. “Don’t talk about yourself like that. You’re ~not~ defective,” he said. His yellow eyes narrowed. “Did ~he~ used to call you that? Why do I even ask? He did! I wish I could have had the chance…”

He snorted through his nose.

“…to hurt him? To kill him?”

She didn’t need the strength of their bond to know the answer. His eyes were like an open book, blazing and resolute.

She closed her eyes with a gasp at the image flashing in her mind. She could almost feel the strength of his body in hers, the way his powerful fist smashed over and over into Paul’s face. If Roco ever got the opportunity, Paul wouldn’t stand a chance.

“Yes,” he told her. “I wanted to.” He looked through the window, but Rictor 5 was long out of view. “I ~want~ to. I hate him with all my soul. He makes me feel pain in ways I’ve never felt before.”

“You mean ~I~ make you feel pain.”

“I suppose.”

He reached out to touch her cheek, then dropped his hand to her breast, thumbing her nipple through her shirt. Myeong sighed and smiled. She knew he was trying to deflect her thoughts, her regrets, and sadness.

“Maybe we should explore how functional your body really is,” he said.

Roco dropped to his knees. Myeong shrieked with laughter as he pushed her flat onto the bed and started yanking down her pants. He twisted off her shoes. Myeong yelped as he planted his face straight into her groin.

Her laughter quickly silenced as he licked her. Big hands braced against her knees, he opened her thighs, masturbating her with his tongue as Myeong gazed up at the ceiling, breathless and tingling. He pulled back and smoothed his hands over her inner thighs. He didn’t move for some time, his saliva drying upon her skin.

Myeong tried to sit up, but he pushed her back down. “What are you doing?”

“Just looking.”

She gasped as he kissed her opening. Then he started stroking down her slit. Myeong jerked her legs with a start.

“Careful!”

Roco laughed. Feeling his happiness bubbling up in their bond, Myeong laughed too.

“I’m not that strange, am I?” she said.

“You are, kind of,” he said, only half-jokingly.

“~Pur-lease~. You’re so much stranger. At least mine doesn’t move or spit.”

They both laughed again. The laughter choked in her throat as he nuzzled his face against her. Then he began parting the folds of her skin, stroking them as he did. Myeong shivered again. He gently stroked her clitoris.

“You’re getting wet,” he said.

“Yeah, well, that’s what happens when you start playing around in there,” Myeong said, pressing her hands into her face as she tried to stop giggling.

She shrieked as he jammed his tongue inside her.

“Roco!”

“You want me to stop?”

“N-no.”

“I love your body.” He kissed her hip, then the middle of her pelvis before kissing her other hip. “So much nicer to look at than mine.”

“That’s a matter of opinion.”

“No. No. I think it’s true.” He dragged his hands up her waist, rising from his knees as he pushed up her shirt and gripped her breasts in his hands. “Fuck, these are nice.”

Myeong snorted.

“You’re so romantic.”

He kissed her belly button. Then he raised himself over her, his eyes a little bloodshot.

He wasn’t tired anymore. His body was on fire. She could feel the pressure in his balls.

She could feel the painful hardness of his erection. It was so weird. There came an image in her mind of Roco thrusting into her.

A sudden pressure built in her groin—and she bucked her hips.

“Oh,” Roco said.