Chapter 41: Encounter with Him [R-18]

The transparent trace staining his palm seemed to pique the man’s interest. A soft, amused chuckle escaped him as he loomed over Seojin.

“Married?”

He asked. Seojin slowly shook her head. At her response, the man’s eyes glinted faintly.

“A single mother, then?”

Seojin shook her head once more.

“Hmm.”

He tilted his head, then asked no more questions. But his hand pressed deeper into her breast.

It was less a caress and more an act of confirmation—an attempt to see for himself if the trace had truly come from her.

A thin smile played on his lips as he savored Seojin’s full chest. His hand enveloped her breast, squeezing slowly. He kneaded it not with force, but as if handling a work of art, orchestrating the woman’s pleasure in its entirety.

As if his smile were contagious, the corners of Seojin’s mouth turned up slightly as well.

“I don’t know what your story is, but this is interesting.”

He acted as if he were learning how to use a new toy he’d just been gifted. The reason, to him, was unimportant.

He’d been dragged back to this country, bored out of his mind, and the “companion” his father had arranged for his stay was welcoming him like this—with her entire body.

Rio’s hand moved from her breast to the tip of her nipple, which he then twisted without mercy. In his grasp, her nipple hardened, and Seojin’s body jolted as if a lock had just clicked open.

“I’ve been with a married woman with a kid before, but…”

After the initial shock, he soothed her, gently pushing up the stiff peak of her nipple with his thumb. Then he pulled it taut, and a familiar thrumming sensation began to stir within her.

“Hh… Hah…”

Seojin’s lips parted, but she remained silent. Just one drop, a single, tiny bead of milky white fluid, welled up at the tip of her nipple.

Rio couldn’t hold back his laughter.

“This is a first. A woman who lactates without having a child.”

The man lightly swept the fluid up with his finger and brought it to the tip of his own tongue.

He closed his eyes for a moment, tilting his head. Before Seojin’s eyes, his tongue drew near her nipple. It moved slowly, gently, slick with saliva, as if trying to melt a hard piece of ice cream.

“Ngh…!”

Seojin’s thighs twitched involuntarily. His tongue didn’t just lick her skin; it threatened to devour her senses. She couldn’t trick her own body, couldn’t undo the conditioning of her breasts, and he knew it.

“You like this, don’t you?”

Only after the man’s lips pulled away did Seojin, her brow furrowed, manage a nod. It was a faint but definite answer.

He gave a leisurely smile, a mixture of dark intent and delight. He briefly removed his hands from Seojin, but only to free his own eager flesh.

“Then we should continue.”

He unbuckled his belt.

The sharp click carried a completely different air from the rustle of the soldiers’ uniforms she had grown used to. It was deliberate, unhurried, and heavy with the declaration that he was about to possess her.

What emerged from his pants was a shockingly firm and thick cock. It was something one would never have imagined from the man’s physique, which, while good, didn’t seem so different from any other Korean-American.

Seojin started to part her lips to lick it, but instead, she slowly spread her legs. The simple gesture made Rio’s lips curl in satisfaction.

“Just how worked up are you, little lady?”

He leaned forward, pressing his weight onto her. His palm roamed the inside of her thigh before finding the slick, wet cleft between her legs with perfect accuracy.

There was no more foreplay after that.

Slowly, so very slowly, the man’s magnificent cock pushed into her. Their first penetration wasn’t a forceful breach but a fluid entry, as if it were sliding into a place it had always belonged.

“Ah, ahh…!”

Seojin’s eyes trembled.

This was sex where they savored each other’s feelings, body heat, even the unwavering gaze fixed upon her. It was something she had desperately craved, and compared to the pleasure she’d received alone in this chair, it was so thrilling that it relegated the ‘machine’ to a mere toy.

“Shh. Just a taste.”

The man whispered in her ear as he pushed a little deeper. The warmth spreading from inside her made Seojin turn her head, her eyes half-lidded. It was from the pain, a pain that contained an unbearable bliss.

But the man, unconcerned by his partner’s intense tightness, thrust deep without a steady rhythm.

“Aahh…!”

Seojin let out a short scream.

“Hmm.”

The man’s low voice, as if evaluating her every response, slid into her along with his elegantly angled hips, pushing deep inside her.

He didn’t move quickly or roughly. Instead, he was leisurely, yet his presence alone sent a sensation stabbing through to her bones, enveloping her completely.

“…Hah… Haah…!”

Seojin pressed her legs against the man’s sides, her knees half-bent as she took him in.

Though she was sitting on the chair, her pelvis was perfectly aligned with Rio’s trajectory, and her body flinched with every short thrust that sent his weight surging into her.

“Don’t worry. I won’t stop halfway—”

He lifted his gaze slightly and lowered his head to her breast.

“It would be a waste.”

His lips brushed over her breast. His tongue was already circling her nipple slowly, and the heat of his body against her skin was a stimulus in itself.

“Ngh… Ah, ahh… there… again…”

“Yes. Again.”

His mouth sucked hard on her breast while his hands gripped her hips.

As if squeezing her dry, as if devouring her, his tongue, lips, and the tips of his teeth stimulated the developed milk ducts again, and she pushed her hips forward against the maddening rush of sensation.

“Haang… I’m going to cum…!”

Slurp.

His cock never once retreated. It remained buried deep inside her, its thick shape unmoving, and with every clench of her inner walls, the man’s pleased breaths ghosted over her chest.

As was to be expected, his mouth, milking her breast, filled with her milk.

“Hey, even while I’m sucking on you like this, you’re not loosening up at all. You’re so tight.”

The man pushed his hips forward again. Seojin was now almost lying back in the chair, writhing as she met his thrusts. Rio reached behind her knees, lifting her legs and spreading them wider.

“This will let me go deeper.”

Seojin flinched reflexively.

“How is it? Still got a ways to go?”

His breath was close. The scent of sweat, saliva, and the erotic musk rising between them soaked into the chair.

“…Hah… Aang, please… come inside me…”

The moment the words left her lips, the man’s hips drove into her without restraint.

Smack—!

The sound of his hips slapping against her legs and a wet, slick squelch echoed through the room at the same time.

“Hah… Aah…!”

With her back pressed against the chair, Seojin rocked her hips wildly. He was no longer treating her with that clinical, evaluative touch.

“Kkh—”

Rio’s words trailed off as he gripped her inner thighs. Then, with his finger, he gave her clitoris a single, short press.

“Ah, ahh!”

He chuckled softly, as if finding her reaction cute.

From the very beginning, he was a man who prioritized his own pleasure above all else. For a man like that, her body, which clenched around him so thoroughly, created a perfect union.

“Good reaction.”

Instead of pressing her clit again, he thrust deeper and heavier inside her. In response, Seojin’s voice burst out in a torrent.

“Aang! Inside… inside… c-come…!”

The man’s lips curled up. He ran his hand over the milky white trace he’d left on her breast from sucking on it earlier.

With his cock still buried inside her as if they were one body, he used one hand to lightly rub her nipple, adding another layer of stimulation.

Her thighs, already on the verge of climax, clenched tight, and her abdomen contracted with a tremor.

“I’m… I’m gonna…! Ah, aaahhh—!”

She finally came apart from her coupling with a man she’d never met before. Her insides pulsed and tightened.

The pressure squeezed and swallowed his cock, the walls of her vagina contracting explosively, sending a heavy tremor through his own body.

Seojin’s body shook uncontrollably. Wet fluids gushed out, and a dark, damp stain spread on the floor beneath the chair.

Before him, Seojin tilted her head back, her lips half-parted, her eyes trembling as she whimpered. It was the expression of a female in disarray, lost in ecstasy, having just passed through the storm of her climax.

He slowly pulled out. His cock, still glistening, slid out of her with a sticky sound, and a thick, transparent fluid oozed from her pussy.

The man watched the scene with a leisurely gaze. He hadn’t released the semen she must have been waiting for, yet his cock bore the triumphant evidence of the pleasure he’d felt pushing his partner to her peak.

“I’m quite pleased.”

The man slowly glanced over the fluid trickling between Seojin’s limp thighs, then lifted his head without a word.

Above, her still-aroused breasts trembled faintly, a hazy white liquid still clinging to the tips of her nipples.

But he didn’t touch her again.

He simply rose to his feet, leaned down, and pressed a short kiss to the bridge of her nose.

Seojin took in a small breath. No man had ever been with her and not finished, so she hadn’t thought he would end it like this. But he did.

The man was already buttoning his pants, turning his back to her. Seojin watched him, her chest still heaving. Her body was still coiled with unspent tension, and the sight of his indifferent back only made her more frantic.

“I’m going to go take care of the paperwork to acquire you. It’d be nice if you could get yourself ready to leave like a proper human being by the time I get back.”

He glanced down at Seojin one last time, the corners of his lips lifting.

His expression was now neat and composed, hiding the madness of moments before. But his dark eyes still shone with a deep, obscene light, as if they could still see right inside her.

Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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