Chapter 47: The Party Never Ends [R-18]

“Hhng… Haah… Ha, haah…!”

Seojin’s body shook violently.

She had already climaxed several times, and her entire body, slick with feverish heat, was tangled like a wet cloth. And yet, Rio only trembled on the edge, refusing to come.

His breathing was ragged and sweat beaded on his skin, but between the alcohol, the drugs, and the oral service he’d received from the woman earlier, he was still far from finishing.

“Haah… Nngh… Ah…”

Seojin tried to pull down her arms, which were pinned above her head. But his hand was still resting loosely over hers, and she whispered, her voice a mere murmur.

“Help me… I… I can’t right now…”

The words barely escaped her lips. Though he couldn’t see them, her eyes were surely glistening as if she were about to cry. She felt like she was about to melt away from his movements, which were too prolonged, too deep, too slow.

“…Help me, please…”

The last word was a plea.

Only then did he finally begin to focus on the real Seojin.

“Well, now.”

Rio tilted his head slightly and muttered. He gave a deep thrust and then gently stroked Seojin’s thighs.

“You want it that badly?”

Seojin couldn’t answer. Instead, her thighs parted, and between them, the trembling walls of her sex tightened around Rio’s shaft.

Without her even realizing it, her body had already accepted him, refusing to let him go.

Rio slowly arched his back. A man who knew well how to satisfy a woman, he gathered Seojin’s parted thighs into his arms and brought his torso down completely on top of her.

Stomach to stomach, chest to chest, neck to neck—every point of contact was skin on skin. Pinned by his weight, Seojin was trapped beneath the sheets, unable to move an inch.

In that position, Rio’s hips, his hard pelvis, pressed squarely against a point deep inside her belly.

“Kkhh…!”

Seojin squeezed her eyes shut and let her head fall back. She couldn’t curl her body, and there was no space to escape.

He held her straight and wide open as he drove deep inside.

Her legs were spread, completely pinned by his pelvis. Without giving her a moment to breathe, without even pulling his cock out from that deep spot, he began to push in again and again.

A dull ache began to resonate deep within Seojin’s abdomen.

“This clenching is nice.”

He let out a low laugh. But even as he laughed, his hips never once stopped moving.

His hips slammed down. The depth was different from before. He was pressed so tightly against her that his pelvis pushed into her belly. There was no exit, and her movements were completely restricted.

“Ha, ah… N-no… Nngh…!”

A breath burst from her lips. Beneath the arm covering her eyes, her forehead was damp with sweat, and her body trembled.

Rio pinned her down with his hard body and, from within her, pressed down with a thick, heavy weight.

Seojin’s breasts were crushed firmly between his chest and stomach, and the swollen milk ducts burst with a squeezing sensation.

“Ah… Hhng… Ha, ah…!”

Splat—

The liquid that had beaded at the tips of her nipples smeared against Rio’s body. It was her milk, tinged with a whiteness that was hard to mistake for sweat.

Every time he thrust down on her, Seojin’s breasts were squeezed by his muscles. Because of it, half by force and half by pleasure, she was milking herself into him.

And yet, far from shrinking away, Seojin only tightened from within. Her vaginal walls pulsed intermittently, gripping Rio without her conscious control.

“Tightening again.”

Rio said in a low voice.

“You’re cute, leaking from both top and bottom. So delightfully messy.”

His hot breath washed over her earlobe.

Seojin said nothing. With her eyes still covered, her lips just trembled as a thick gasp escaped them.

The slickness that flowed from inside her with his every thrust.

“Haah… Haah…”

Her body was wet, her insides were wet, and now even her breasts were wet. Beneath him, Seojin completely fell apart.

She was soaking him.

“Ha, ah… Aah, aaht…!”

Seojin’s hips bucked. She tried to bite her lip and endure it, but her breathing soon forced them apart, and the unconscious moans that spilled out proved she was climbing toward another peak.

“Nngh, hhng… Haah… Ah…!”

The moans from under her arm grew more and more ragged. Her mouth cried out, but the mouth below welcomed him with passion.

With every one of Rio’s deepening thrusts, her toes curled.

Her toes, resting on the sheet, twitched, and the insides of her spread legs glistened with slick fluid.

“You like this position, don’t you?”

Rio whispered. His voice, slick as a serpent’s, held a certainty deeper than mockery.

“Haah… Haah… Ha…!”

Unable to form words, Seojin’s entire body trembled as she met another orgasm.

Her sex clenched—tight. A deep squeeze, as if refusing to ever let his cock go. Inside her, Rio felt it too.

…It’s coming.

He’d had trouble finishing. But as she clenched around him again and again, the sensation was finally pushing him over the edge.

“……Hah,”

He let out a short breath. Pressed tightly against her, Rio turned his head and gently bit Seojin’s lower lip.

“Ngh…!”

Seojin flinched. Her lips trembled, and her eyes grew wet once more. Rio’s pelvis pushed in for one last, deep press.

“……Haaaaahk—!”

Deep inside her vagina, somewhere in her belly, a warmth spread.

A heavy, hot release. Inside her, where her orgasm had yet to fade, Rio came. As his seed filled her, the renewed heat made her lips tremble.

The room was filled with only the sound of quiet breathing.

The ceiling lights were off, and a bedside lamp cast a low, warm glow.

Beyond the suite’s glass window, the forest of Seoul’s skyscrapers spewed fluorescent light, but that brilliant glow couldn’t reach the bed where they lay.

Rio lay sprawled out. His back was on the bed, his elbow on a pillow, and a cigarette was in one hand.

Propping his chin on his hand, he smoked and watched the now-exhausted Seojin sleep.

Seojin was collapsed against his side. She wasn’t holding onto him or asking to be held. She was simply resting her cheek on his chest, breathing quietly.

He wasn’t holding her, yet she had curled herself into his embrace, small and warm.

But Rio, looking down at her, was impassive. Without a smile or a frown, he quietly exhaled a plume of smoke.

“Haaah—”

The smoke slowly obscured his vision before quickly dissipating.

“……Hm.”

A low, short sound.

He looked at Seojin and, without a single word of admiration, simply recited the thought in his head.

Decently good.

Nothing more than that.

So what if she had some weird disease? It wasn’t contagious. To him, the Seojin in his arms was just a woman with a sexier chest and ass than most.

To be more specific, she was the woman who, just a moment ago, had been crying, trembling, clenching, and coming. The woman who, a few hours before that, had been thoroughly caressed by the hands of several people he had permitted.

And now, she was the woman sleeping quietly, curled up in his arms.

Quite pretty, good with her body, got wet easily, and clenched well—

That was all Rio would remember of her. He flicked Seojin’s forehead once with his index finger.

It was a habit, like the tolling of a bell that signaled the start of this woman’s expiration date.

Starting today, how many days will it be?

Rio calculated inwardly. His father had told him to take her around, and he would, but how long would he enjoy fucking her? Roughly estimating the number in his head, he stubbed out his finished cigarette in the ashtray beside him.

Rio felt no emotion for Seojin beyond a physical instinct. So after granting her the reward he’d hinted at for amusing him by fucking over that mood-killer, he didn’t grow sentimental but simply lit a cigarette.

This spot next to him… for this one, decently good woman.

Ah, but is one really enough?

The moment the thought occurred to him, Rio rose from the bed.

Seojin was sleeping so deeply that she didn’t stir, even as he left the large bed set against the magnificent night view. Her back was turned to him, her breathing soft and even, her body still boasting its dramatic curves.

Rio glanced at her once more, then looked away without a second thought.

Instead, he grabbed a hotel robe hanging on the wall. With no underwear, no shirt, no pants—just the robe worn loosely over his naked body—he walked slowly toward the elevator.

He was anything but neat. The belt wasn’t even tied securely, and one shoulder hung loose as if about to slip off.

Yet he was confident, his steps unhurried.

Ding.

The elevator doors opened. He slowly stepped inside. Without hesitation, he pressed a single button.

The underground lounge. A secret route connected to the hotel club.

He leaned against the wall. There was no way Seojin’s body heat still lingered on his now-cool cock.

Arriving what felt much faster than when he had come up with Seojin, his gaze settled on a familiar scene. His friends, in a space that was now darker and hotter than before, their lips and breaths tangled together.

Dressed in the robe, he didn’t just head for the VIP room. On the way, he pulled a woman in by her slender waist and kissed her.

If he could find one, or maybe two more people to tangle bodies with here, this night would be a little more memorable.

After all, celebrating his birthday by sowing new seeds was a joyous occasion.

“Re, hi.”

The corner of Rio’s mouth lifted.

Another door to new pleasure. Without a trace of lingering attachment, he disappeared inside.

Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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