Chapter 63: Just Between Us [R-18]

A rustle of sheets sounded from behind. Her back ached so much it felt like it might snap, and her fingertips had just brushed the box.

Her messy hair tickled the line of Rio’s neck. Swollen from the night before, her nipple—somewhere between pink and red—dangled right before his eyes.

Still half-asleep, he simply stared at it with half-lidded eyes, breathing steadily. Then—

“…Hah.”

He let out a short breath and leaned in.

His tongue slid out slowly and licked her nipple, just once.

“Ngh…!”

Seojin flinched in surprise, but his tongue had already glided over the wet flesh, leaving behind a single, lingering drop of sensation as he pulled away.

Rio wrapped an arm around Seojin’s ass. Then his hand slowly swept down her thigh.

A delectable body, ready to be fucked again just like this.

“Bold this morning, aren’t you.”

His voice was raspy, laced with the breath of someone who’d just woken up, but that breath was still like a beast’s.

This woman’s body had grown used to sex, and both last night and now, it was slick with the semen he had poured into her.

Just as that thought made his hips begin to lift, Seojin spoke.

“…I’m still sore…”

Her voice was fainter than usual. It was soft and quiet, but to Rio’s ears, it pierced as clearly as a shard of glass.

Hearing this, Rio lifted one corner of his mouth in displeasure. Without moving from his spot, he slowly pulled her legs up.

It wasn’t enough that her breasts were on top of him; now her entire body, from her ass to her thighs to her feet, was draped over him.

As if pouting, he pulled her waist tighter, pressing her flush against his torso. It was less an embrace and more like pinning her down, binding her body, an act of nailing her to the bed.

His heart, close to her ear, beat steadily, and Seojin buried her face against its rhythm, catching her breath.

“…Yeah.”

She said nothing more. So Rio was the one to ask.

“Why the tissues?”

There was no force in his words, but his hand was already moving. With his long arm, he reached past her and fumbled on the nightstand, easily grabbing the tissue box that had been so hard for her to reach.

But he didn’t hand it to her.

Seeing him waiting for an answer, Seojin hesitated for a moment, wondering what to say. Then, she quietly lifted her hips just slightly.

And gently brushed the inside of her thighs against Rio’s stomach.

“……”

It was more effective than a dozen words. It was a small movement, but it contained everything.

His semen that had poured out from inside her—thicker than usual.

As the sensation registered on his stomach, Rio let out a short breath.

“Ha…”

Then, a slow smile spread across his face.

“Aha.”

The laugh that followed his exclamation of understanding wasn’t loud, but it was a smile deep enough to form dimples in both his cheeks.

A sly smile, as if he were pleasantly acknowledging something.

“Isn’t that a good thing?”

His voice was still heavy with sleep. Even so, he was the very picture of a sexy, relaxed alpha male.

Seojin couldn’t meet his eyes. She buried herself deeper into his chest, her lips trembling.

Her lips parted slightly, but a sound soon followed.

“Beside me…”

Her voice was so quiet it was nearly lost in her breath, but Rio heard it clearly.

“…it’s a mess.”

Then, very quietly, she added.

“…And I think… more is going to come out…”

The shame, the weight of the fluid, and her awareness of it. Behind it all was an unspoken request he could understand without her having to say it.

Give me the tissues and let me get off. To avoid saying the words, she hid instead.

Rio’s hand rested on her back, and he remained perfectly still. But the boyish, dimpled smile remained.

With her still on top of him, Rio slowly sat up.

His joints popped—a sound from his shoulders and back—but he paid it no mind.

Seojin was too exhausted to even sit up on her own, so she let his movements carry her, keeping her face buried in his chest. In that time, Rio used one hand to lift the corner of the blanket.

Semen, her own fluids, and the traces of their repeated encounters throughout the night had followed her, staining the sheets in a chaotic mess.

He said nothing, simply patting the spot with his hand.

“Sit here.”

Without lifting her eyes, Seojin sighed and moved her tired body to sit on the spot. Rio then gently parted her legs.

Flinch—her thighs trembled minutely, but Rio spoke nonchalantly.

“I’ll help you.”

With those words, he quietly placed the tissue box he’d grabbed down beside him.

Rio wiped the sticky residue from her inner thighs, then turned his hand over. Making sure his nails didn’t touch, that only his skin made contact, so as not to leave a scratch.

Soon, his hand, palm facing up, gently swept along her wet inner folds.

“Hnngh…”

Seojin sucked in a short breath, but Rio was quiet and methodical, as if performing a necessary task.

Starting from the outside of her vagina, he carefully moved downwards over the swollen flesh. Seojin flinched, trying to close her legs against the sensation.

That’s when he spoke, without even lifting his head.

“It’ll hurt more if you clench.”

It wasn’t a scolding or a joke. Just a piece of advice for the woman who’d said she was still sore.

In this state, Seojin couldn’t cover her mouth or grip the bedsheets. The sight of his hand cleaning her out while his other hand held her open was unfolding right below her eyes.

He can see everything…

Her breath caught, and her body flushed with heat.

At first, it was just shame.

But when his hand slid deeper—swoosh—than before, carefully pushing out the residue near the entrance of her cervix, Seojin’s body trembled.

“Hnngh…!”

Because it wasn’t meant for stimulation, the ambiguity made it feel all the more maddening. Once she acknowledged it, the sensation felt like it was getting deeper and deeper, and she turned her head to the side.

No…

Her body was reacting. To lessen the feeling, Seojin slowly curled her body and wrapped her arms around her lower abdomen. As if to hide her shame.

But his cleaning didn’t stop, and her choice proved to be a mistake. With a subtle pressure, she was now pressing on her own stomach.

Gwaak—the sensation of her uterus being pressed. To Seojin, it felt like if she pushed just a little harder, the spot Rio’s hand had just touched would be pushed out from the inside.

Rio’s hand was still gently stroking her from within, and at the feeling, Seojin’s head fell to the side again as she swallowed hard.

“…Hah…”

Seojin kept pressing on her own stomach. As if to settle her womb, as if to tighten the pressure she felt inside.

Before, she had used her arms to apply a vague, all-over pressure. Now, she was using her fingertips to pinpoint a spot and press down firmly.

And for an even more localized stimulation, it was no longer the red pressure marks left by the pads of her fingers, but deep nail marks that were beginning to form.

Rio’s fingers were still slowly sweeping near the entrance of her pussy, and even there, she could feel the pressure from above spreading like a tickle from deep inside her lower belly.

A small, unconscious mix of breath and words escaped Seojin’s lips.

“A little… more…”

The words weren’t conscious. But upon hearing them, Rio, who had merely been observing Seojin’s self-pleasuring, stilled his hand.

“…What?”

When he asked again, short and sharp, Seojin flinched and held her breath. She couldn’t meet the man’s eyes, pressing her lips tightly together.

At that, the corner of Rio’s mouth slowly twisted upward.

“Pervert.”

With that word, he plunged his hand deep inside her.

The fingers that had been lingering at her entrance shot deep inside—swoosh—pressing firmly against the upper wall she had been pushing on, toward her cervix.

“Haah…!”

Seojin couldn’t lift her head, her body trembling violently.

Rio’s fingers pressed, again and again—gwaak, gwaak—as if scraping her from the inside. As if claiming there must be more left in here, trying to scrape away any dried semen stuck to the deep walls of her vagina.

His other hand, which had been holding her open, now came to rest on her lower abdomen, right over her own hand.

“Ah, ahhaak…!”

The sensation of being pressed from above and below at the same time, squeezing her womb, forced a heavy, thick moan from Seojin.

“You like this?”

Rio’s voice was slowly regaining its smooth, wet quality. Seojin couldn’t answer.

When she pressed on herself, it was a manageable pleasure, a timing she could stop whenever she wanted. But when someone else did it, the pleasure was doubled, tripled, quadrupled, and she lost all control.

Seojin’s lips trembled, her breathing deepened, and with her head bowed low, she could feel her own vaginal walls slowly pulsing around the core his fingers were pressing.

Rio added his own weight, pressing down on her hand.

That made her far more restless, her eyes darting everywhere. Watching her, Rio spoke again.

“I thought you said you were sore?”

A faint dimple appeared as he finished his sentence.

“You pervert… I was being so patient for you.”

The moment Seojin heard those words, her cheeks burned. They sounded overwhelmingly sly and obscene.

Rio’s hand was still inside her, and with that sensation still lingering, he had to say something like that.

She couldn’t stand it.

“…Ngh, hah…!”

Filled with shame and frustration, she shoved Rio’s shoulder. Taking the brunt of her anger, Rio let himself be pushed back without a shred of resistance, landing on his back. He lazily stretched out a hand.

“Hurry up and come here.”

There was no tension in his expression. If anything, it was the joy of a lover waiting in bed for his partner to climb on top.

Seojin tried not to define the chaotic man before her.

It was infuriating—the beast’s casual confidence, luring her all the way in only to leave the final decision to her.

Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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