Don’t Think of Me

Kwon Yi-tae and I have ended our four-year relationship. I cut ties with him harshly, planning never to see him again. I moved to a new apartment, changed my number, and wiped him from my life.

Exactly three years later…

“Writer Yoo, it sounds like you’ve been talking about me in quite some detail.”

“…”

“Met anyone who reminds you of me?”

Kwon Yi-tae, now a famous actor, has forced his way back into my life—seeking revenge.

But something about his “revenge” feels…off.

“Oh, Master, I… I need your c*ck…please…”

“Open wide unless you want that pretty mouth to get torn up. I’m going to bury myself deep.”

Suddenly, I find myself overcome with lurid fantasies of us tangled together, bodies fused in unrestrained passion. Could he have picked up some dark magic in these last three years?