I was nothing special.

A shut-in. A chubby, ordinary girl who blended into the background like a shadow. Easy to ignore. Easier to mock.

The world never ran out of ways to remind me I didn’t belong. Cruel jokes in hallways. Laughter that followed me home. Words sharper than blades, carving deeper than bruises ever could. 

Bit by bit, I shrank into myself until there was nothing left but silence and the weight of my own loneliness.

That night, I decided I’d had enough.

The chair creaked under me. The rope swayed above. My room was still, suffocating, as if the world didn’t care whether I breathed or not. And maybe it didn’t.

Then—music.

It came from the neighbor’s stereo, muffled through the thin walls. A single voice cutting into the darkness.

A voice that shouldn’t have reached me, but did.

Strong. Raw. Alive.

It wrapped around me like a hand pulling me back from the edge. The lyrics told me not to hide my light. That even if it flickered, it still burned.

I gasped, stumbling from the chair, clutching my chest as though those words had physically struck me. Tears blurred my vision, but for the first time in forever, they weren’t from pain—they were from something I thought I’d lost.

Hope.

That voice saved me.

His voice.

Eric. The lead singer of AUREA—the boyband that would one day become gods in the music world. To me, he wasn’t just an idol. He was my lifeline.

And then . . . years later, when he died, the world mourned. I mourned. The one who saved me, the reason of my life, was gone, ripped from life far too soon.

I thought it was over.

But fate had other plans.

One desperate wish, one shattered night, and when I opened my eyes—I was ten years in the past. Before the world knew AUREA. Before Eric was swallowed by fame. 

Before his voice was silenced forever.

I’m just Emy—ordinary, clumsy, and invisible to most. 

But this time . . . it’s my turn.

Eric saved me once.

Now, I’ll save him.

No matter what it takes.

"Emy...," Ren groaned out my name like a plea as I began to rub him slowly. His head fell back and his eyes fluttered shut in bliss.


Unable to resist any longer, I sank to my knees before him. My hands trembled slightly as I reached for his belt - but there was no hesitation in me now only a deep-seated need to taste him.


I freed his cock from its confines with clumsy haste and it sprang forth, long and thick and perfect. The sight of it made my mouth water even as nerves fluttered in my stomach again.


I honestly, didn't know how something big like this had entered me.


I'd never done this before, but I was determined to make it good for him. I didn't want to be that girlfriend who was like a corpse on bed.


Wrapping one hand around the base of his shaft, I leaned forward and flicked my tongue out to taste the bead of precum glistening at the tip.


Chapter 78 - Parting Is Such Sweet Torture