Chapter 52: The Masterful Tamer [R-18]

Seojin covered her face with her palms, her back twitching.

The sensation she’d tried to escape burrowed deeper, as if slipping a hidden desire into the space that had parted for it.

A sensation far hotter and more electric than the warm water streaming down her spine began to spread slowly from within.

Rio glanced at her reaction, the corner of his mouth curling up. He slowly rotated the fingers inside her—the same fingers that had been invading her since their very first meeting.

A leisurely hum drifted from behind her. His hard knuckles gently pushed and rubbed against her inner walls, lightly stroking upward.

“…Hh…”

A breath escaped through the gaps between her fingers. She clamped her mouth shut, but the sound still slipped past her nose. Her skin was burning hot, yet the place his fingers touched trembled delicately from within.

A silent ripple spread through her. It was a vibration entirely different from the sensation of the water, one that resonated only within her.

Whether she wanted to admit it or not, she opened for his touch, unknowingly swallowing him deeper. In response, a slick stickiness, not mere wetness, began to grow.

“Ha, ah…!”

Finally, the breath she’d been holding back burst through her lips.

Curling her body couldn’t hide her reaction. Her back trembled, and her inner flesh was already clenching tightly around his hand.

Within the short path his fingers traveled, Seojin was already coming undone. Rio brought his lips close to her ear. They didn’t touch, but a breath more obscene than any words brushed against her skin.

“…You can come.”

A low, whispering voice.

“…Ngh…!”

At those simple words, Seojin’s thighs clenched hard. His fingers hadn’t moved forcefully once, yet she spasmed on her own, her insides coiling around him.

“Hhng… Nnh…!”

A short, high-pitched moan escaped her. Unable to take a full breath, she panted in short gasps as her head fell back.

From that one violation from Rio, something deep inside her belly gave way, collapsing all at once like a tightly locked door bursting open.

Something hot and sticky began to flow from her beneath the surface, its temperature distinctly different from the bathwater. A hotter peak. A climax.

It wasn’t explosive, but a heavy, profound wave that had simmered up from her very core.

Wet breaths escaped in pants from her slightly parted lips.

She said nothing. If she were to move her hands from her face, she knew she would start acting coquettish, begging him for more. Truly, like a bitch in heat.

Clenching tightly around Rio’s fingers, Seojin felt her mind fill with obscene thoughts.

“Ha, haah… ha…”

Seojin lowered her head, panting.

She had just climaxed, and the evidence of it was now spreading somewhere in the water. From behind, Rio watched her back for a moment before slowly extending his arm.

The water from the faucet was no longer necessary. Rio cupped the bathwater in his hands—water that was now surely mixed with her fluids—and poured it over Seojin’s back.

Water now streamed down the curve of her back where his body had just been pressed. Seojin flinched reflexively, but Rio spoke nonchalantly.

“Nice bath, isn’t it?”

At his words, she started to move her lips, but stopped, merely looking up at him with brimming, helpless eyes.

A look that was both upset and flustered, as if asking, What am I supposed to do now?

The moment he saw her expression, Rio’s eyebrow twitched almost imperceptibly. Then, just as quickly, his familiar dimple appeared as he gave a short laugh.

“…I like that expression.”

Very fortunate for Seojin, who was at the mercy of such a capricious man.

“I suppose we should add something to the water, shouldn’t we?”

As Rio’s hand moved to cup her breast, Seojin shifted slightly, offering herself to his touch.

It wasn’t a necessary motion. It was simply a movement, as if the curve of her chest, exposed above the water, was settling into its rightful place in his hand.

When Rio’s fingers closed over it and squeezed a few times, a stream of milk trickled out. With a viscosity and density different from the water, the milky-white liquid dispersed like a bath additive, a white swirl blooming in the once-clear tub.

Having already drawn out so much of her milk earlier, he found this endless supply admirable.

A single, thin stream of milky-white liquid—

—shot out from her nipple, stretching thinly across the surface of the water. His eyes watched the ripples in the tub as if observing a white oil painting taking shape.

“Mm…”

He was an incomprehensible madman, acting as if he were creating a work of art in the bathtub with her milk. But it was a secret, intimate drawing of desire known only to the two of them—including Seojin, who did nothing to stop him.

The once-transparent water was now thickly clouded with her milk. The murky liquid obscured her parted thighs.

But then Rio’s hand squeezed her nipple one last time. Splat. A final drop landed, spreading across the surface like the finishing touch on a masterpiece.

“…Haah…”

Seojin took a shaky breath and slowly lifted her gaze. His eyes weren’t on her face. They remained fixed on the hazy surface of the water below her breasts.

Seeing that look in his eyes, Seojin could bear it no longer.

Realizing he would only continue to torment her, she cut through the water and slowly turned to face him.

“Are you… done doing what you wanted?”

Her sealed lips parted. In the sloshing water, she pressed herself between his knees. Wet strands of hair fell over her shoulders as her breasts flattened against his chest.

“Then… take the rest.”

Their lips met.

In the bathtub, the fully aroused woman and the man who had been savoring her finally devoured each other’s tongues.

This time, the kiss was hers—unhesitating. A kiss born of craving, a kiss of true corruption.

Seojin was the one to push her tongue into his mouth first. Just as he raised his eyebrows in surprise, she explored his mouth, sucking deeply. There was no fear of her own clumsiness, no trace of shame.

He allowed their tongues to entangle but otherwise remained a passive observer. Seojin knew. She was the one who couldn’t bear it any longer.

As they kissed again, Seojin kept her eyes open, watching him. Her eyes were wet, her breath feverish. For the first time, it was she, not he, who looked Rio straight in the eye.

“…Rio.”

A single word, his name spoken softly. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and her wet thighs mounted his hips.

Finding the right position wasn’t hard. In the water of the tub, their bodies were already more than prepared; they simply had to connect.

Seojin lowered her hips slowly, so slowly.

“Ah…”

The moment she sank onto his cock, her pink nipples trembled, breaking the surface of the water before sinking again. Droplets traced a slow path down the curve of her chest.

“…Hhng…!”

Seojin swallowed a tremor. The water in the tub rippled gently with her movements. Rio simply received the sensation from below, but that was all.

Seojin slowly lifted her hips, then lowered them heavily once more.

“Ha, aah…!”

The moan that escaped her lips echoed off the walls of the tub.

But Rio remained still. His arms rested loosely on the edge of the tub, his eyes quietly taking her in.

“…Why… are you just watching me like that…?”

Even as she asked, she didn’t stop.

Instead, she lifted her hips slightly, pulling his cock almost all the way out before pushing herself back down onto him.

A slick slide—

“…Ngh, ha… Ah…!”

Even underwater, the sound of their bodies colliding was distinct. Seojin’s hips began to move more provocatively.

“Ngh… Aah…! Hahh…”

Her wet hair fanned out in the water, her cheeks flushed with heat. Her breasts swayed wildly as she ground out a burning rhythm on top of him.

Her constant moans made her voice hoarse, her breaths shallow. Bracing her hands on the edge of the tub, she leaned forward. Just as he had done to her, she whispered, her lips barely brushing his ear.

“Now… I finally feel this good.”

With those shyly spoken words, her hips slammed down hard again.

“Haang…! Ha… Unng…!”

Her insides pulsed around him, a lingering heat spreading from deep within. Her thighs seemed to have a will of their own, refusing to stop, prolonging their sex in the tub.

She leaned forward and kissed his chest. From that point on, she moved as if she’d lost her mind.

“Haah… More… I want to do more. You’ve just been… teasing me this whole time.”

Rio didn’t move for her. Only a placid smile, and a gaze that traced her body from top to bottom.

His gaze was that of a connoisseur in a gallery—observing, savoring, appreciating. It was as if he were telling her that he had helped her this far; now it was time for her to perform on her own.

That alone made her body falter. Fueled by a desire to drive him mad, she rocked her hips, as if learning to enjoy being watched.

Completely subjugated by the slow stimulation, Seojin let out a choked breath and twisted her hips. But when he still offered no response, she grabbed his hand and brought it to her mouth.

Though she could no longer buck her hips with the same energy, she continued to rock back and forth as she took two of his fingers into her mouth.

Her lips tightened around them. Her wet eyes glanced up at Rio cautiously as she pressed the tip of her tongue to the underside of his fingers, licking them slowly.

The inside of her mouth was warm and wet. Using her own saliva as lubricant, she serviced his fingers, running her tongue over them without letting them go.

Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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