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A massive paradox. Either the weather miraculously turned blazing hot or it was just another sign that Seunghwa's thermoreceptors were barely working. It wasn't much of a surprise to the nurses out there when he'd spit out insults about how this crumbling place made his body feel feverish.

Gyeonggi didn't enjoy the winter season. Didn't enjoy an air full of cold heavier air molecules flattering themselves among the other lighter ones. For over twenty years sweat had spilled off him day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute-but he had managed to sustain it all, eventually making clever jokes about the heat that had been passing from one cell to the next, making Seughwa a bit of a celebrity in here.

He looked down at the tube. He got his basic nutrients through an IV right into his belly. Although he'd been a hearty eater all his life, food meant nothing to him now. And neither did the smokes, despite him giving the nurse a hard time about those.

He gathered his energy up and eyed the woman making her rounds through the patients here. Holy heaven! She was a sweet sight. She reminded him of his weekly booze hours. Days when his breath smelled of the best bitters coupled with the essence of thirsty swigs of gin.

She was young and gorgeous, and the first time Seughwa had seen her, he had had thoughts that he hadn't had in a while. In his day, big, tall, handsome, what he could have done with a woman like that. To a woman like that.

She would know who ruled the roost, that was for damn sure. She was a doctor, smart, educated, liberated no doubt. She probably had a bunch of ideas in that pretty head. Hell, she probably went and dressed up all glittery while those hips of hers swayed.

Dressed up not just the way her man told her to, He loathed women like that. But that didn't mean he didn't want to possess them. He stared over at Jackson, who had perked up when he too had eyed the young doctor making her rounds.

Seunghwa's lips curled up into a smile, his iris constricting. He could see Jackson taking in the shoulder-length hair that smelled so good, the slender hips, the nicely rounded bottom that pushed against the fabric of her skirt, the glimpse of a soft bosom resting just beneath the white blouse.

The stethoscope around the long neck. Her ears were pretty too, Seughwa had decided. He would like to nibble on them. He would like to nibble on all of her. His thoughts weren't shackled, unlike his body.

No one could ever shackle down someone's thoughts except if the person himself allows something or specifically someone to do that. It's always the mind that's superior. He imagined her all naked and then in every sort of scanty lingerie.

He imagined himself doing things to her. His breathing grew ragged, but that was all. His equipment downstairs no longer worked. The chemo and radiation had seen to that. But Jackson had no such problem.

The ash-blonde could see his right hand under his sheet. Disgusting little shit. The world would be better off when they killed the bastard. But a tiny part of Seughwa was jealous that Jackson could still jack off and he couldn't.

Behind the doc was Kai, the largest and by far the meanest guard here. He made Seughwa look small. He made everybody look small. His uniforms were always too tight because the Geyonggi correctional system had none large enough to properly fit him.

His eagle-like eyes surveyed the room, not an atom missing his sight, his gaze was always shifting, muscular hands; all pumped full of steroid held his black baton at his side. He was shadowing the doc. Seughwa knew the reason for his shadowing, he knew it because of the many nasty incidents he'd witnessed.

Inmates had tried to put hands-other, sense the euphoria of feeling her all up, snatch a kiss here and there Because of which, Kai now walked with her as she made her rounds. You'd try to lay a finger on her skirt now, you got a baton recklessly rammed down your throat.

You'd expect mercy from someone who'd have a heart but Kai was one big heartless man so all the reasonings for his cold-blooded personality would naturally hit a hard, extra thick wall. He didn’t care how frail your body was or how much pain your body parts were tirelessly aching. His objective was simple, you try to outlaw the rules and regulations and he'd just make you hurt more, you'd all the more end up being up in arms.

If anyone for that matter would leak out information to him about any of the inmates involving themselves in illicit affairs, it was much likely you were left under a cloud. Seughwa knew because he’d seen Jackson try it once. And any thought Seughwa had had of doing the same had disappeared because of what had happened to Jackson.

Kai had knocked three of his teeth out, his blood had pooled up into one big puddle, it reached so far that it splattered all over Seughwa's bed tainting it a hazy crimson. That had been two months ago when Jackson had been in here for another ailment.

The man was full of sickness,  it seemed. Although maybe it was just the thought of the poison needle heading his way that made him feel so poorly. Seughwa didn't know, he was simply biding his time away until she got to him.

Watch. Observe. Learn. Pretend. Attack.

Twenty minutes later the doctor arrived. Her scent reached him long before that. She smelt of flowers fresh lilies all handpicked from the valleys. They were scents he knew well growing up in the backwoods of the  Seoraksan valleys .She was the only one who smelled like that in the whole place.

There were no female guards, and the male guards reeked almost as bad as the inmates. But the doc was the honeysuckle. In all dimensions, she was something he'd want to devour. Seunghwa looked forward to her visits and got himself raging in anger when another doc substituted for her, provoking his irritated expression.

If looks could kill many would be dead by now. She took his records off the hook on the end of the bed and read through them, her pretty wide anime-like eyes scanning in everything. She must be knowing all his health conditions intimately by now, Seughwa thought, and they all pointed relentlessly to his demise. But she had to see that his meds and such had been properly given, he concluded.

“How are we doing today, Mr. Kang?” she asked. She never grinned, never grimaced. Never looked delighted or miserable. She was just…there. And for Seughwa, that was enough, especially today. He eyed Kai standing behind her. Kai glanced down at Seughwa, and the smirk on his face was something that made the ash-blonde want to shoot a bullet through the male's brain.

“Fine, fine. No complaints. Mebbe a little more morphine in the drip, Doc. Enough to  get me through the night.” “I’ll see if we can do something about that, ” she took a little glimpse of his physical state before letting her eyes rest on his, her thin long fingers flicking over the many personalized charts stapled together.

Though the male didn't want his vitals checked when the young lady lured him into letting her do her work, he acquiesced to her demands. For some reasons he'd never let out, he'd do everything she'd tell him with alacrity. She checked his vitals on the monitor and then listened to his almost red fist-sized organ pumping away.

When her hand grazed his neck he felt his skin burn with pleasure. He hadn’t been touched by a woman in over…well, he couldn’t exactly remember how long it’d been. It was most likely before  Moon Jae In, the boy got to be president, probably. She asked him a few questions and even sat on the edge of his bed as she checked him over, definitely not in the way all of the other inmates checked her out.

When she crossed her legs her paperwhite skirt rose enough so that Seughwa could see her rounded knee and her impeccably thick inner though. It gave him the tingles. Her in his bed?

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Not proofread but the dialogues have no spelling mistakes ,it's just the accent in which he talks in fact. The huge amounts of idioms used plz>>> Also these days I've been on the hunt for good books. Like I'm randomly reading ff's with 0 reads and plz some of them are so good TT