Chapter 46: Time for Just the Two of Us [R-18]

The sound of the metal door closing sealed them in a private, enclosed space.

Unlike the sleek capsule elevator for hotel guests, this one was a crude service lift that rose directly from the club. Seojin was still in Rio’s arms.

Her thigh, resting lightly on his arm as if unsure whether to put its full weight down, twitched with a small tremor. A thick, viscous heat was slowly seeping into her from his arm, permeating the quiet space.

Seojin swallowed. The slick that had soaked the cleft of her ass was smearing onto Rio’s forearm. Unconsciously, she knew that sticky fluid was slowly soaking into his arm.

“…Haah.”

A cold sweat beaded on the bridge of her nose. She took a deep breath, forced herself to swallow, all in an effort to ignore him.

But Rio already knew. He didn’t spare a single glance for the aroused woman in his arms, simply holding her and staring straight ahead.

He felt the feverish heat radiating from her bare skin, smelled the thick, wet scent of her arousal. Yet even as he took in those sensations, his expression remained unchanged.

Feeling the mark she was leaving on his arm spread, Seojin shifted her body in a petulant squirm. She just wanted to lift her ass away, but Rio held her too firmly in place.

Seojin’s forehead came to rest on his shoulder. Her cheeks flushed, and her lips trembled.

“……I’m… dirty.”

The small, whispered voice sounded almost like a prayer. But Rio’s expression still didn’t change. He only turned his head, very slowly.

His reply was brief.

“Want to find out who’s filthier?”

At that, Seojin flinched, then gave up trying to talk to him, letting her limp body sag against his.

The elevator ascended, floor by floor. With every level they climbed, her breath grew hotter.

As they walked down the hallway, Rio’s fingers moved. He stroked her thigh where it rested on his arm, a slow, sweeping caress. It was a touch that felt as if it could be wiping away the fluid, or perhaps spreading it further.

“…Hah.”

Seojin gasped and bit her lip.

The short walk felt agonizingly long. A space where her own residue and fluids mingled with shame and anticipation. And Rio, who said nothing at all.

That one indifferent gaze was enough to make Seojin’s already heated body grow wetter still.

As he shifted to hold up the key card, another drop of slick fell from between her thoroughly soaked legs, landing squarely on his arm.

Thwack—

Was it a small mercy that it hadn’t landed on the carpeted floor?

Beyond the open door, the carpet was so thick her feet would sink into it, bathed in the golden glow of indirect lighting. The room was silent. An entire wall was a window.

Through the one-way glass, the spectacular lights of the city spread out below, but Seojin couldn’t see them.

Her body was boneless, limp in his arms. The mix of alcohol and drugs had left her unable to discern what she was feeling or where she was going.

All she knew was heat, a sickeningly smooth wetness, and a roiling in her stomach. The heavy, foreign feeling between her wet thighs and the heat that had yet to subside were her only reality.

Rio walked to the bed and quietly laid her down. It wasn’t a particularly careful gesture, just enough to ensure the fall wouldn’t hurt her.

A soft bed. Seojin’s body sank into it, and as the sheets touched her skin, the dampness there seeped into the fabric.

Seojin raised an arm to cover her eyes. She squeezed her eyelids shut, but it wasn’t enough. She simply tried not to see.

She didn’t want to see where she was, what she was waiting for, or the look on his face.

“……Haah…”

A breath escaped her parted lips. It was unconscious. Her mouth fell open on its own, her head lolling to one side.

Rio said nothing as he stood before the thoroughly intoxicated woman. As if he wasn’t even looking at her, he quietly took off his shirt. The buttons came undone one by one, and the shirt fell away smoothly.

Next came the sound of his belt unbuckling, the rustle of fabric being pulled down. There was no particular tenderness, no clear purpose. It was simply what had to be done.

Beneath her arm, Seojin trembled. She couldn’t remember how many hands, how many mouths had touched her just moments before.

But now, the one who would be the culmination of all that stimulation was drawing near.

Soon, Rio sat on the edge of the bed. He reached out and wrapped his hand around both of her wrists, right where they covered her eyes, as if the position was rather convenient.

Her arms were a defense, a refusal to see, to face her current self. But in his grip, they were nothing more than a decent handhold that exposed her body.

“……Ugh.”

The moment his knee pressed into the mattress near her, a shiver ran from her shoulder down her spine.

Seojin’s senses were collapsing from the ground up, but in his vision, her parted thighs and the traces of an aroused female she’d already left on the sheets were starkly clear.

It was a moment of complete dissonance, where they were both perceiving the same thing in entirely different ways.

Thump—

Something heavy and hard pushed against her entrance.

“Ahk……!”

Seojin, already overwrought with excitement, lost her breath. It had only touched her, but the thing she had tasted once before—

It felt as if it were plunging all at once into a place so deep it had never been parted.

At that sensation she had so desperately craved, Seojin didn’t just close her eyes beneath her arm; her mind went blank.

Rio’s veined cock pushed inside, very slowly.

A slow slide—then deep.

Seojin’s insides didn’t push the foreign object out; instead, the flesh that had been waiting for him parted and swallowed him down.

And that was with just a single push, before he was even all the way in.

“…Heuk…!”

Seojin’s mouth fell open. A breath shot out. Her wrists were pinned, her body fixed in place. Beneath her arm, her face contorted.

Just like that, her whole body twitched, trembling violently. Her hips bucked, her toes curled, and her thighs clenched so hard they ached.

“Ah… Ah, no, don’t…!”

But the sound came too late.

A shuddering climax tore through her right at the moment of entry.

“Ngh… Ah, ha…!”

A moan escaped without her realizing it. A hot liquid—she didn’t know if it was tears or sweat—streamed from under her arm.

She hadn’t even let him push all the way in before she was trembling, having met it with an immediate orgasm.

The woman’s reaction poured out from between her parted legs. A body that hadn’t just been laid down, but had been waiting to accept a hard man.

Instead of thrusting into her, Rio simply stroked her clit, watching her starkly visible climax, teasing her mercilessly.

Engulfed in a sensation where she no longer knew what was her own will, Seojin clenched hard, feeling the thing buried between her legs still twitching, still alive.

“Haah… Hah… Ah… Ahh…”

Seojin’s chest rose and fell with every breath. She could feel the silhouette of it still inside her, her whole body shaking violently.

She was in a sensitive state, just after her peak. Every time her insides throbbed, her hips would buck on their own, a tingling ache tightening deep within her.

Rio, propped up on his arms and looking down at her body, wore an inscrutable expression.

Their skin was flush, their genitals joined as one. Rio’s thick, deep cock was still twitching inside her, pushing, rubbing, and pressing against her vaginal walls.

“My girl,” he said, breathing out slowly as he pushed his hips forward, very deep.

“How many people touched you, hm?”

“Hah… Ahh—ah…!”

Seojin’s face crumpled beneath her arm, unable to answer. She couldn’t even finish a word before her back arched.

Contrary to his words, Rio’s hips were not slow. His hard pelvis slammed against her splayed hip bones, stabbing deep inside her again and again.

“I wonder how many mouths were on these tits. How many men do you think stroked these thighs?”

Asking questions while slowly breaking the woman before him was a nasty habit of his.

Seojin tried to shake her head, but with both hands pinned above her eyes, it was difficult to move.

Click.

The strap of the watch on Rio’s wrist, the one holding Seojin’s hands, came undone. The silver buckle opened, and the band unspooled with a quiet rustle.

He didn’t stop thrusting. In fact, he slammed down even harder. Even as Rio tended to other things, Seojin kept letting out moans every time the heavy weight inside her slowly drove in and pulled out.

“They should have at least finished the job for you. To think our friends just got you all worked up and left you.”

Rio twisted his hips, angling his cock toward the front of Seojin’s stomach. The moment he did, her body bucked as if jolted by electricity, a cry of pleasure bursting from her lips.

“But out of all those hands, who was it that made my girl this horny? You’d like it if I called out his name, wouldn’t you?”

Instead of answering, Seojin sucked in a breath and could only pant. But her body didn’t lie.

Her cunt began to tighten.

Feeling that pressure, Rio smiled slowly. He tossed the watch to the foot of the bed and pressed down hard on top of her.

Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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