Innocent Compassion

The summer days of Baekgol-ri, which I had lived forgetting all about them, pitch black. The kid from the house in front, who spent those dazzling and idle days with me, has returned. The man looking at me with an unfamiliar face and dangerous eyes was no longer the little boy from the house with the blue gate. “We’re family, aren’t we, Lee Jun? Right?” “……Uh, no.” “What?” “Would it mess up the family tree? Why would we be family? We’re strangers.” * “See.” The wet lips pressed down on the protruding collarbone whispered. “I told you we’d get caught right away.” My panties were wet. Soaked to the point where he’d inevitably notice. “Don’t worry, Noona.” The lips, stained red,...