Chapter 59: An Uncomfortable Situation [R-18]

The meal ended in silence.

Not a single person uttered so much as a ‘thank you for the meal.’

The only signs that the silent dinner had concluded were the stopping of forks, the clearing of plates, and the dabbing of lips with napkins.

Seojin instinctively waited for Rio’s reaction. He set down a glass that must have held at least a bottle of wine and quietly rose from his seat.

The moment he did, his sister, seated next to him, spoke.

“Things are ending rather tamely today. It’s a bit boring when you don’t cause some kind of trouble.”

Rio didn’t even react to her words, merely turning his head briefly toward Seojin.

“Let’s go.”

At his command, Seojin also rose slowly.

She naturally gave a slight bow to those who remained, but not one of Rio’s family members met her gaze.

The two of them walked down the long corridor. Just as when they had arrived, Rio led the way, and Seojin followed behind.

This time, she didn’t clutch at her skirt. There was no need to smooth it down. Rather, the very sensation of keeping her mouth tightly shut and following him slowly seemed to be turning her into an object.

He stopped in front of a door at the end of the quiet hallway.

It was a room with a physical lock, not a digital one. It wasn’t locked, however, so Rio simply pushed the handle without needing a key, and the lights in the quiet bedroom flickered on.

The room was surprisingly tidy.

A leather sofa, monochrome bedding, and almost no unnecessary decorations. There was a laptop on a desk that doubled as a bookshelf, and a dressing room door was half-open.

Rio stepped into the room. Seojin stood at the threshold, waiting quietly.

“Let’s rest here for a bit.”

His words didn’t mean they would be together. It was closer to a statement that he was leaving her here for a moment. Seojin nodded and gingerly sat on the edge of the sofa.

Rio took off the jacket he hated, hung it on a hanger, and spoke as he undid his buttons.

“I told you before, you don’t have to respond to everything they say. You have no finesse.”

He still wasn’t looking at Seojin. The words simply slipped out as he loosened his tie.

“No matter how it looked out there, you don’t have to be so on edge in here.”

Seojin said nothing. A tight knot had formed somewhere below her chest, above her stomach. She had always been a good eater, perhaps because her circumstances had never offered her many choices.

She was healthy and not a picky eater, but the food she’d had at that dinner table felt less like swallowing and more like forcing something down.

A small sigh escaped her.

“…Haa.”

A subtle churning started in her stomach.

She couldn’t even manage a proper, uncomfortable burp. It felt like indigestion after a good meal. Or rather, like she had swallowed something she shouldn’t have.

Watching her discomfort, Rio quietly approached and draped an arm over her shoulder.

Thud.

It was a weight devoid of emotion. Yet he leaned his head slightly toward her. His posture was so lax it was impossible to tell if he was leaning on her for support or simply propping himself up with indifference.

“It’s a pain for both of us, isn’t it.”

The words came out with a short sigh. A shabby commonality floating in the air between them.

Seojin closed her eyes for a moment. The warmth of his arm was surprisingly pleasant. But before she could enjoy it for long, a knock came from beyond the door.

“Young Master.”

A familiar tone. It was the voice of the executive assistant she had seen at the entrance.

“The Chairman is looking for you.”

Without turning his head, Rio ruffled his styled hair with his own hand a few times. He was reluctant to have the ugly ducklings’ time interrupted, but he answered.

“…Alright.”

With that short reply, he straightened up.

“I’ll be back soon.”

Even after Rio left and the door closed quietly, Seojin remained on the sofa.

It was an armless sofa, making it awkward to lean back or draw her legs together. She pressed her knees together, rested the backs of her hands on them, and looked around.

She was in such a nice place. The monochrome, high-end lighting, the perfect air conditioning, the air just cool enough to dry her sweat. And yet, it was strangely uncomfortable.

‘…I thought it would be nice to live in a place like this.’

The roof of her mouth felt dry. This must be what it feels like to wear clothes that don’t fit.

Contrary to his words, a considerable amount of time passed.

When Rio returned, the sleeves of his dress shirt were already rolled up twice over his suit trousers, and his tie was completely undone, draped over the back of his neck.

He walked over and stood in front of the sofa where Seojin sat. It was late, and between the heavy meal and the ensuing drowsiness, Seojin had dozed off before she could even fully digest.

She was curled up, still fully dressed, her legs pressed together. Her arms rested on her knees, her body tilted as if about to slip off.

In the space he had placed her, her lips were half-parted. Her head was tilted slightly, her neck exposed, and defenseless breaths escaped quietly.

Rio gazed down at her for a long moment before slowly gathering her into his arms.

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders first, gently unfurling her tense body and letting her uncomfortable posture relax against his chest. Then, he laid her down on the bed.

For a moment, it seemed like a kindness meant to make her comfortable, but as his arm wrapped around her waist as she lay there, it was clear this was just Rio being Rio. His touch wasn’t fast, but it was relentless.

His fingers tugged away the minimal layers that covered her, then immediately slid under her suit blouse, squeezing her waistline in a firm grip.

“…Ngh…”

Seojin flinched slightly, curling her legs without properly waking up.

His hand moved higher, gripping the soft flesh just at the boundary where her bra met her skin.

The soft flesh spilled between his fingers. With each squeeze of his palm, the irritation and heavy anger that had built up inside him seemed to dissipate, little by little.

Yes, he was thoroughly pissed off.

“Haa…”

Rio began to slowly knead her breast. It wasn’t a light touch, but a forceful one, the way Seojin liked it.

It was a persistent caress, one that would repeat until Seojin’s brain registered that this belonged to him.

Each time he applied pressure, her breast yielded beneath his hand, and under the fabric of her blouse, her wet nipple slowly hardened.

“…Hh…”

A small breath escaped Seojin’s lips.

She wasn’t fully awake, but her body remembered. This touch…

Her curled-up posture began to shift. Rio wrapped his arm around her waist again, pulling her toward him, pressing her against himself.

As his hand tightened, Seojin’s back and pelvis lifted slightly, and Rio’s thigh settled slowly over her.

The hand that had been kneading her breast now delved completely inside her bra. His fingers swept down below the cup, searching for her nipple and rubbing it slowly.

“Uungh…”

Seojin’s brow furrowed slightly. She bit her lip, and her breaths grew thinner, more ragged.

“…You’re awake.”

Rio let out a small laugh. Then, for just a moment, his finger pressed down hard on the very tip of her nipple.

“Hnngh…”

The reaction was immediate.

Seojin’s hips twitched, and with the movement, the fabric of her blouse clung to her, leaving behind a damp sensation.

Rio slowly withdrew his hand and said, “Stay still. Don’t move.”

The words were a warning, a signal to prepare for what was coming next. At his command alone, her body was already tensing, her thighs squeezing together.

Unlike a moment ago, when a simple touch had been enough, Rio now began to unbutton Seojin’s blouse, one by one.

She still had her eyes closed, but her body remembered first that Rio’s hands had, at some point, become more adept at revealing than concealing.

When the last button was undone, he didn’t stop. His hand moved to the front clasp of her bra.

Click.

The cups of the bra fell away to either side.

The exposed skin and nipple rose and fell softly, now impossible to disguise.

He slowly lowered his gaze.

Seojin’s skirt was still around her waist, but as his eyes fell upon it, a single touch from his hand was enough to lift the hem from below. Her thighs, which she had unconsciously tensed, trembled slightly.

He slowly pulled her panties down over her buttocks, then down her thighs, all the way to her ankles, where they caught on one foot.

Her body was, technically, still wearing every piece of clothing she’d had on.

The blouse, the skirt, even her underwear.

But now, none of it could hide her.

A body ready to be exposed, wearing only the formalities. A faint smile touched the corners of his lips.

“…You were waiting.”

At his words, Seojin’s brow twitched, but her legs were already spread open for Rio, a clear and undeniable invitation.

The skin beneath her eyelids was flushed, and her breathing was still shallow and uneven.

Even if Seojin seemed receptive in her half-awake state, he knew well that she responded best when sensation overrode consciousness.

He also knew that if she wasn’t aroused, she was the kind of woman who would bite her lip, press her legs together, and try to push him away with words alone.

But right now, he had no intention of saving her face.

He had no desire to hear words of refusal. What he needed was a woman who would spread her legs for him willingly and devour every last one of his emotions.

Determined to turn her into a bitch in heat purely for his own pleasure, Rio pulled her by the waist, pinning her hips with one hand.

His palm cupped the curve of her backside perfectly, his thumb slowly stroking the line where her hip met her thigh.

“Hnngh…”

His hand slid down to her inner thigh. He had barely done anything, yet this sensitive woman was already slick and wet.

“Good.”

The softly muttered word was a starting gun, signaling his perverse satisfaction at having the perfect partner before him.

Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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