Chapter 87: Neglected [R-18]

Rio’s eyes narrowed.

But he remained motionless. Without a single sigh or moan, he just silently looked down at her head.

“Just lick.”

Lying on her back, Seojin had craned her neck, her shoulders hunched as she licked his cock. Between her thighs, her juices dripped endlessly, and the arms holding her legs up were beginning to tremble.

A wet, slurping sound…

“Spread wider. Lift your hips and show me.”

At Rio’s command, she shakily lifted her back. Her clitoris was revealed more clearly, and beneath it, her glistening slick soaked the sofa sheet.

“Good. You’re perfectly ripe.”

Only then did Rio push the head of his cock between her lips. He didn’t thrust it in all at once but moved slowly, as if pressing against the inside of her cheek, pushing her tongue aside as he explored her mouth.

“Keep licking.”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she lowered her head deeper. She was dying to suck down on the thing already filling her mouth, but she settled for pressing her tongue against the ridge.

Seojin held her own legs up with both hands. Completely under his gaze, her mouth took his cock while her legs remained spread, her center soaked in hot fluid.

Spread before him, holding her own legs up, serving him with her mouth—Seojin was increasingly becoming a body that could finish nothing without her master’s permission.

While she caressed him, Rio pulled down the pants draped over his thighs and undid his shirt buttons one by one. Seojin hoped he would finish undressing quickly.

—Hoping that he, with both hands now free, would hurry up and touch her.

Sensing her expectant gaze, Rio smiled and gave a small thrust of his hips. As his cock slid deep into Seojin’s mouth, a short, choked gasp escaped her. “Gack—”

“Hnngh…!”

Her lips trembled, and her hands gripped her thighs tightly. Her cheeks were flushed red, and every time her tongue traced the head of his cock, the lips of her pussy twitched.

The heavy ashtray on her stomach had slid down to her chest; thankfully, the slope of her breasts stopped it from tipping over.

Watching her, Rio pulled back, withdrew the head of his cock, and flicked cigarette ash onto it. He took a few more drags, then firmly pressed the cigarette into the ashtray on her chest, grinding it out. The pressure on her solar plexus and the sudden, acrid smell made her cough, but he paid her no mind.

A thread of saliva mixed with the lingering taste of his precum and the strong smell of his cigarette remained around her mouth.

“Heup…!”

He hadn’t even come in her mouth, yet Seojin was filled with the expectation that he would fuck her now.

Instead of his cock, he lifted a single finger and brought it over her clitoris. He didn’t rub her directly, just hovered above the surface—so close, yet so light she could barely tell if he was touching her at all.

Then, his finger brushed properly against her clit, just once.

“Ugh…!”

Arching her back, she scrunched up her face and flinched but didn’t let go of her legs. She wasn’t holding them open because of his command anymore, but because of her own craving.

“…Please… give me permission…”

“For what?”

“Let me… take you inside… Rio…”

“Say it filthier.”

“…Put your cock in me… Inside, deep… fuck me until I’m warm…”

Rio smiled slowly.

“Good girl.”

He pressed his finger firmly against her clit a few times, as if ringing a desktop bell.

Where his finger had pressed and released, a pale fluid and an unfinished tension remained thick.

“Hah… ahh…”

Her body was exhausted, but for her own sake, she had to keep her hips raised. She had to rub more, squeeze more. But—

Rio took his hand away. Completely.

“Huh…?”

His traces still glistened around her mouth, and her spread legs were still trembling in the air. Her limbs were going numb, but her orgasm hadn’t come.

Her body felt broken, as if it had been completely used up, yet there was no release.

Worse, he walked right past her, his erect cock swinging.

“Wh-where… are you going…?”

“Me? I’m going to wash up,” Rio replied leisurely.

“N-no… no, you can’t…”

Seojin shook her head frantically. Her body was unbearably aroused, practically glued to the sofa.

“I… I did everything you told me to… I licked you, I spread for you… I even said dirty things…”

Her voice was close to a plea. Vaguely sensing that he wasn’t suggesting they continue in the bathroom, what enveloped her wasn’t pleasure, but the fear of being left alone like this.

“You always did before… if I was good, you’d put it in… Rio, please don’t… don’t end it like this…”

“Yes. You did well.”

He stopped walking, reached over the armrest, and stroked her cheek. Then, he wiped the precum from the head of his cock with his thumb and fed it to her.

A single, dew-like drop. That bitter taste alone couldn’t soothe Seojin.

The sound of lips being licked came from Rio. But he didn’t touch her body again.

“If I start fucking you again, you’ll just complain that’s all we did all day, right? Since you’re ripening so beautifully—let’s let you age a little more.”

Since when did he ever care about something like that?

As Seojin stared blankly at his absurd words, he raised the corner of his mouth and said, “Ah, and that means no masturbating until I decide to touch you.”

After that, his footsteps faded, and the sound of a door closing came from down the dark hallway.

Click.

Seojin was left sprawled on the sofa.

Spread legs, the sound of her own wetness dripping, the trace of a man left in her mouth. Faced with a stolen climax that should have been rightfully hers, she trembled silently.

In contrast, Rio enjoyed a leisurely bath in warm water. Finally, he slicked his wet hair back and glanced at his reflection in the mirror.

His desire, calmly cooled under the shower’s spray, showed no trace in his eyes. A single towel was wrapped around his waist, his body was clean, and nothing remained on his hands.

When he came out, Seojin was still there in the middle of the living room, sprawled on the sofa just as he’d left her. She had moved the ashtray he’d left on her body to the side and was now curled up, no longer holding her legs.

If she moved just a little, her center would be completely exposed, but she made no effort to cover herself, her breathing shallow.

Behind her, the traces of her fluid had begun to dry on the sofa, a wretched stain. But Rio didn’t bother to speak to her or give her more than a passing glance.

He merely caught her at the edge of his vision, passing by as if she were ‘nothing’—so much so that even the word ‘ignored’ felt like too much attention.

“Sleeping out here? Good night.”

He said from the bedroom door. He didn’t even invite her to join him.

“…Ngh…”

Seojin couldn’t answer. A single, small breath. That was her only response.

The sound of the door closing. And the light at the end of the hall quietly going out.

Click—

Only after the door was completely shut did Seojin finally twitch her legs slightly. Her knees were bent, her hands gathered near her face as she lay there.

She knew she wasn’t allowed to touch herself. This body was his, and training it not to move without his permission was what he wanted.

“…Hah… heup…”

Her breaths grew thinner, and unshed tears pooled in the corners of her sultry eyes.

So different from the amusement park where she had been lavished with affection, she now lay paralyzed. Feeling her own wetness, harboring an unreleased desire, she met the night silently, like a whimpering animal left all alone.

No one was watching, but the shadow of the master who had imprinted himself upon her, who had made her this way, never left.

Left truly neglected like that, the sun rose.

Sunlight settled gently on Seojin’s body, asleep and still curled up in the middle of the sofa.

Short breaths, parched skin, her slick hardened into a cloudy stain on the fabric. She had spent the night in that bent position, with no chance to soothe the ache between her thighs.

“…Nn.”

From the entryway, the quiet sound of someone adjusting their collar could be heard.

Rio was wearing a casual shirt. Like any ordinary morning. The fact that a naked, broken woman was asleep in the middle of his living room was nothing at all.

With a dry hand, he snapped his watch into place with a click.

“…Mmm…”

Only then did Seojin stir. A thirst on her dry lips made her mouth move before her eyes opened.

Slowly opening her eyes, she first glanced at the clock. But at the same time, she saw the back of a man putting on his shoes at the front door.

“Rio…”

She called out softly, but whether he didn’t hear or simply ignored her, he just picked up his bag as if it were any other day and reached for the doorknob.

“Rio, what about me…?”

Dismissal. He never once looked at her.

The door opened. The city air that flowed in with the morning breeze couldn’t possibly have reached her so quickly, yet it felt as if it were sweeping between her wet thighs.

“—I’m off.”

A single, cheerful farewell. If not for the kind eye contact he gave her—like tossing alms before he left—she wouldn’t have even known who it was for. It was a greeting as empty as air.

His back disappeared over the sofa’s backrest, and only the firmly shut front door remained.

“…Huh…?”

The sound escaped her like a breath. Only then did a wave of shame wash over Seojin, and she covered her face.

Considering how he’d made a fuss about skipping work yesterday, and how today he was leaving early for the office, leaving her behind as if she were irrelevant—this was how it should be. Yet, shame and disappointment flooded her.

Just yesterday she had been whining for him to go to work, and now she felt resentful that he’d left without even fucking her once after all that.

…It was absurd.

Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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