Chapter 73: A Subtle Fetish [R-18]

After our little indulgence, we left the restaurant we’d gone to for a proper meal. By then, the night air was already quite cool.

As we walked together toward the car parked under the white glow of a streetlight, Seojin felt as if she were at the end of a long journey.

Her stomach was full, and he was right beside her. Her mind was filled with a pleasant jumble of useless thoughts. Inside the car, with the radio off, there was no room for silence to settle between them.

“I think I’ll just wear a suit tomorrow.”

Rio’s eyes remained on the road, but he glanced at the neatly folded hem of her skirt.

“Why?”

“Even if it’s a casual dress code… I think that would be better for me. It looks more mature.”

“…If you want to look more mature,” Rio said, reaching a hand toward the passenger seat without turning his head, “there are other ways, you know?”

Before he’d even finished his sentence, his hand was at her chest. His fingers circled lightly, as if searching for a button hidden between the folds of her shirt.

Then, he popped one open.

“……Ngh.”

Seojin whipped her head around.

“What are you doing?”

“No one would mistake you for a child if they saw this.”

At his playful words, Seojin narrowed her eyes and snatched his hand.

“You’re… infuriating.”

She brought his hand to her mouth and bit down hard, first on the back, then the palm. As her sharp canines dug in, Rio let out a silent breath.

“Is this your revenge? Do it more. It’s cute.”

At Rio’s teasing voice, Seojin glared at him. So he thought she was going easy on him. She bit down on his hand once more, harder this time, and only let go when she heard him grunt, “Ugh.”

“I went easy on you.”

Seojin turned her head away with a prim look and re-fastened the button Rio had undone.

“I’m the only one who sees you in here, and it’ll all come undone when we get inside anyway.”

Rio licked his lips and turned the steering wheel with one hand. They arrived at the same familiar place as always: his officetel.

Seojin started to get out on her own, but Rio gestured for her to stop. She had to wait until he came around from the driver’s side to open her door, once again finding herself accepting his assistance.

“…Let me ask you in advance, are you going to keep doing this?”

“Yep. Until I get tired of it.”

“Seriously…”

“You have no idea that you can never be spoiled enough.”

Especially a woman who is loved, he thought. Seojin blinked, then smiled and shook her head.

“If you stop, I’ll just assume you got bored of me.”

They rode the elevator up side by side. Even in that short, quiet ascent, Seojin was busy pushing away Rio’s playful hands as they groped her ass.

At the apartment door, Rio opened it first and seemed about to let her in, but then he grinned.

“……?”

Seojin tried to step inside but ran right into his chest. His large body blocked the doorway like a wall.

“…Are you going to move?”

“Maybe, maybe not.”

His playful shadow fell over her. Sensing his mischievous intent, she narrowed her eyes and looked up at him.

“You’re planning something weird again, aren’t you?”

“I’m hurt you’d say that about sweet, innocent me.”

“Sweet and innocent where?”

With an expression of utter disbelief, Seojin pressed herself into the space at his side, left open by his hands being tucked into his pants pockets.

Choosing a show of force over words, she pushed her face forward and rubbed her shoulder against him. It was a clear command: Move.

The corners of Rio’s lips slowly curled upward.

“You really—”

Fearing she might actually try to put him in a headlock if he squeezed any tighter, he feigned defeat and slowly pulled his hands from his pockets.

“Alright, then. Like this.”

Instead of giving her more space, he took advantage of her leaning forward. He snatched her by her now-exposed waist and lifted her into his arms.

“—Eek?!”

It wasn’t a great height, but Seojin was completely unprepared. She swallowed a helpless, embarrassing shriek and curled into a ball in his arms. Dangling awkwardly in the air, she protested.

“Seriously, stop— Put me down!”

“No. It puts me in a good mood when you come inside acting all cute like this.”

“How is this cute?!”

“It’s not? Weren’t you just rubbing your shoulder all over me?”

“That was—!!”

Seojin trailed off, overcome with embarrassment. Rio simply carried her into the apartment.

The electronic lock beeped as it closed automatically, the sound echoing in the silent interior. He neatly placed his own shoes in the shoe rack but carried her straight to the bedroom, seemingly deciding she didn’t need to bother taking hers off.

“My stomach… it’s all squished…!”

He tossed her onto the bed with a thump. At this point, it wasn’t embarrassment but the pressure on her organs that made her clutch her stomach and let out a pained groan. Rio replied nonchalantly.

“I’ll forgive you even if you throw up.”

At that, Seojin glared at him again.

“I couldn’t even take my shoes off.”

“I can take them off for you.”

For his pouting young lover, Rio willingly knelt on the floor and lifted her foot.

Seojin looked down at him, slightly surprised, but his hand was already cupping her ankle. As Rio expertly undid the buckles one by one, her heels fell to the floor with a soft thud.

Then the other. But even after they were off, his hands, far from letting go, remained on her feet.

He should have stood up after taking off her shoes, but instead, his hand began to slide slowly up from the ball of her foot. Seojin sucked in a breath at the sensation traveling up her leg, tracing the texture of the stocking.

It was because he had buried his sharp nose between her toes. After a short kiss, his tongue began to tickle the sole of her foot through the thin nylon.

“Did you walk more than usual today?”

“—Eek?!”

Seojin shot up reflexively. Her face flushed crimson, thinking he meant her feet smelled.

“Heeik…!”

But the faint, rough scrape of his tongue against the stocking made her instinctively curl the toes of the foot he held.

“I… I’ll go wash up…”

She said the words, but she couldn’t put any strength in her legs, afraid she might accidentally kick him in the face.

And she knew it wouldn’t be easy to escape his grasp unless he allowed it.

“It’s fine.”

Rio’s voice was low and heavy.

He continued, stroking the top of her foot. His hand slid along the stocking, slow and deliberate, as if memorizing every nuance of its texture.

“This is hotter right now.”

Seojin tried to look away from him as he caressed her unwashed foot, still clad in its stocking. But as her small foot twitched again, Rio smirked.

His hand moved past her ankle, slowly traveling up her calf. The sensation of her skin through the thin stocking was deeply satisfying to him.

His hand stopped mid-thigh and squeezed her flesh, making Seojin flinch and curl into herself.

“Get undressed.”

“…What?”

“You’re going to change anyway.”

His words were calm, but the look in his eyes was anything but. He was merely giving her a choice: be fucked immediately, or enjoy it together.

Seojin lowered her gaze. Without a word of hesitation or refusal, her hand moved silently to the buttons of her shirt. That was her answer.

But the choice didn’t erase her shyness. As Seojin undid her shirt, button by button, Rio’s hand, which had been resting on her thigh, resumed its journey upward.

“Ngh…”

Her breath grew short at his kneading touch, and Rio explored her body while waiting for the next button to come free.

He moved from the floor to kneel on the bed, hovering over her lower body. By the time the third button was undone, his gaze was fixed on her cleavage.

The curve of her breasts threatened to spill from the gap in her tightly pulled shirt. Beneath the thin fabric, their full volume was clearly outlined, the large cup barely containing them at the very edge.

Watching his good girl, Rio’s hand moved past her thigh and approached that boundary. It looked like a simple caress, but his purpose was clear.

His palm slowly pressed against her groin over the stocking. Through one layer of fabric, then another—a double layer of flimsy resistance—he could clearly feel her warmth.

“Hmm.”

As if deciding that was too much, the stocking was pulled taut, and the thin rrrip of tearing fabric cut through the space. His hand slipped inside the narrow opening he’d created in the material.

A single finger, placed over her panties, traced the length of her cleft. Her hips bucked, ever so slightly.

“Look at this.”

It was just one touch. That was all, yet a subtle sensation was already spreading beneath the fine cloth.

“Aah, d-don’t say it!”

The damp heat had soaked through. Rio narrowed his eyes and pressed his entire palm down slowly.

The hidden texture, so much hotter than her skin, seeped into his hand through the thin fabric. He didn’t bother looking at Seojin’s face. Her body was already giving a much more honest response.

“Didn’t I just touch your foot? What were you thinking about, you little pervert.”

He slowly rubbed the center of the fabric, where a subtle mound had formed. He could feel its shape for just a moment. A small nub beneath her panties twitched faintly under his hand.

“Ahaang, stop…!”

Seojin’s breaths were growing thin. Rio’s fingers moved back and forth over the thin fabric of her panties. The single barrier was not enough to hide her honest reaction.

She told him to stop, but her body said the exact opposite. Every time his delicate yet deliberate touch slid up and down the soft cloth, Seojin’s legs instinctively tried to close.

Feeling the faint tremors running through her body and the dampness seeping through, Rio’s lips curled into a slow smile.

Though she tried to suppress it, a sound burst from the back of Seojin’s throat.

“……Ah… Aht… Ha… ah…”

Rio maintained a steady rhythm, as if soothing a fussy child, only to suddenly push faster, deeper.

Squelch, squelch. The lewd, wet sounds of friction against her panties echoed strangely in the quiet room.

“Hht! Ah… Aahng…!!”

Seojin lifted her hips slightly before pressing herself down against his hand, as if to receive the sensation even more deeply.

She would arch her back in embarrassment, trying to escape his hand, only to melt back into place.

It was her signal for him to finally slip inside her panties.

Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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