Chapter 98: A Different Taste [R-18]

By the living room window, Rio slowly lit a cigarette. He took a leisurely drag, wearing nothing but his own skin.

When he offered the pack, Mia, who was lying on the sofa with her arm draped over the backrest, stretched out like a cat and plucked a cigarette from it.

“Light it for me.”

With the cigarette between her lips, Mia spoke. Rio brought the lit end of his own cigarette close to hers. As Mia took a short drag, the tip glowed faintly, and the familiar smell of smoke soon filled the air between them.

Rio put the cigarette back in his mouth and slumped onto the sofa, resting his arm on the back. Mia slid closer to him, naturally resting her chin on his thigh.

Her damp hair tickled his leg, and her wet skin felt as soft as silk against him.

“Haaah…”

Mia murmured softly as she exhaled a cloud of smoke. The white smoke curling from the tip of her cigarette wreathed her face before dispersing.

“Poor thing… This guy’s the worst.”

Rio merely glanced at her, then smirked.

“I know… What can you do?”

He reached out one arm and lazily stroked her back as she lay draped over his thigh. Mia closed her eyes, accepting his touch without resistance.

His hand moved lower, eventually gripping her freshly washed, smooth ass. He slowly kneaded the flesh with his fingers.

“Ngh—”

Mia’s lips curled into another smile. She lifted her head and rested her chin on his pelvis.

“But you know,” she whispered playfully.

“What are you even doing?”

She tapped his chest lightly and took another drag of her cigarette.

“Saying you’re going to the office, not returning to the States. And Seojin’s acting like she’s set up house with you here?”

Rio didn’t answer, slowly taking the cigarette from his lips and flicking the ash before exhaling a long plume of smoke.

Despite the silence, they both seemed to enjoy it, as if by mutual understanding. Only when the long cigarette had burned down to a stub did he finally speak.

“That bitch had someone tailing my mother.”

“…”

“No matter how much I show I’m not interested in succession, Father keeps looking for me, and that makes that bitch anxious all over again.”

Mia, her eyes half-closed, glanced up at his jawline. Grinding out the cigarette in the ashtray, Rio continued.

“She’s raising hell just to shove one more thing into her own daughter’s mouth—so I figured this was the best way for me to act now, you know?”

Without turning her head, Mia just lifted her foot and wiggled her toes.

What he was doing was like chasing a buzzing, persistent bee right back to its hive, only to shove his face inside to destroy it.

Sure, there was sweet honey inside, but that was never the goal. It was about destroying the colony itself, offering himself up as a target in the process.

If she were in the same situation, she might have told them to fuck off and done the same.

“Hee.”

She gently rubbed her small, pretty breasts against Rio’s thigh, her lips curving upward. Then, she lifted her head and gave him a soft peck.

“Isn’t it frustrating?”

“Extremely.”

Rio laughed shortly, without a hint of hesitation.

“I just want to let them build their sandcastles and enjoy my own damn life… but everyone loves me too much.”

As he spoke, he squeezed her ass—hard. His fingers sank into her flesh, disrupting the soft skin.

“And the answer to my last question~?” she asked in a singsong voice, reminding him he’d conveniently skipped the part she was most curious about. Rio played dumb.

“Oh, that? A birthday present from the missus, telling me to sow my seed here instead of bringing home some bastard with no pedigree who looks just like me.”

“Ew, a living fleshlight?”

Mia waved a hand in the air.

“She was sexy, though. Got me hard.”

He flexed and unflexed his hands as if kneading something.

“Were her breasts about this big…?”

They produced milk, too. But the best part was her face, playing hard to get and saying no even as she dripped wet for him. Mia’s lips slowly curved into a smile.

“But she had no idea about any of that when we met.”

Rio tilted his head as if sharing a fun secret. Instead of kneading her ass, he pictured Seojin from before, his hand brushing over Mia’s pussy, which was growing wet at the thought.

“Oh, my.”

“She’s not a prostitute or anything. She’s ordinary.”

“How can that be?”

‘Ordinary’ was perhaps the last word that suited Seojin, with her past of having been a man. On top of that, her family was dirt poor. But to him, she was.

“Cute, right?”

“Yeah. Makes you want to keep her around even if you knew.”

Rio leaned forward to stub out his cigarette, took the butt from Mia’s lips and discarded it as well, then leaned back comfortably.

Still lounging on his thighs, Mia nonchalantly lowered her hips and lifted her ass, as if it were nothing.

He took hold of Mia’s clean, damp pussy with his thumb and forefinger and spread her open.

“Mm…”

She was still warm inside. Mia rested her head on the back of her hand and lay prone, her breathing even.

His fingers, in a practiced way, swept over her entrance, parted her folds, and pushed inside.

Slick.

As his second knuckle entered, Mia took a short, sharp breath.

He stimulated her by tracing a finger down her inner wall and then lightly brushing it over her clit before casually pulling his hand away.

Compared to Seojin, who was prone to flooding, Mia produced barely any wetness, but it was enough. Her body remembered Rio’s touch.

“Ngh…”

Mia glanced at his cock, positioned near her chest, then slid her body to align herself and slowly pressed her lips to it.

“Hah…”

It was his cock, unwashed after being inside another woman, but Mia didn’t particularly care about such things. She extended her tongue, licked the head, and then swallowed him in one long gulp.

Rio watched her, exhaling as he continued to finger her pussy. A mouth devoid of emotion, a purely instinctual sexuality that eased his tension.

Mia silently made sucking noises as she worked his saliva-slicked cock. After taking him deep to the root, she lifted her head, as if to tidy the spit on her lips.

“Wanna put it in?”

She looked up at him from his lap. There was no tension between her brows, but a shared smile played on their lips.

“Get on top.”

Rio’s words were clipped.

As his fingers slowly withdrew from inside her, Mia mounted his thighs without hesitation, spreading her knees.

The sensation of skin on skin, the warmth of her thighs enveloping his. They only did this when they felt like it, but they were used to each other.

As the head of his cock met her lower lips, Mia exhaled and lowered her hips.

“Ngh…”

The moan was short and placid.

As her vagina enveloped his cock, Rio winced slightly as he entered her.

“A perfect fit?” Mia asked.

Instead of answering, Rio placed his hands on her waist.

Her body began to rock slowly on top of him. She didn’t rush or deliberately drag it out. Just a deep thrust, a withdrawal, a slight roll of her hips as she settled down again.

Mia lifted her head and looked down at Rio.

Their eyes met, their breaths mingled, but there was none of the strange madness he had when he touched Seojin. There was only sex, a recollection of each other’s responses.

“This time…” Mia said, a small, deliberate smile on her lips. “You have to think of me, Rio Ryu.”

“I’m always faithful to my current partner.”

Rio’s hand came down on her ass like a slap, and Mia pressed her hips down hard. His cock buried itself to the hilt inside her.

“Ahh, I told you it’s big…”

A long breath escaped her. Her ass slapped against his thighs—thwack, thwack—as they settled into a rhythm, thrusting, pulling back, and thrusting again, carving a deeper path each time.

She slowly rolled her hips, tightening her vagina firmly around him.

“Nice…”

A short gasp escaped her throat. Unlike Seojin, who would be weeping and writhing, Mia simply squeezed, and Rio simply thrust to the end.

Her small, flat, pretty breasts swayed before his eyes.

They were completely different from Seojin’s full bosom—slender, with delicate lines. They weren’t provocative, but to Rio, they were familiar, like a vintage flavor.

“Haaah… Should I beg Seojin to lend you to me later?” Mia whispered teasingly, placing a hand on the nape of his neck and pressing her pelvis more forcefully against his thighs.

“Who knows. She’s the jealous type, but you probably won’t need her permission.”

Rio no longer held back.

He thrust his hips up from below, once, twice, burying himself to his preferred depth.

The sounds they made weren’t loud, just the expressionless coupling of two bodies pressing precisely into the valley of desire.

Between their thin, hot breaths, the climax arrived without warning. A signal, moderately thrilling and moderately hot, erupted inside both their bodies.

Mia, who had been leaning against him, breathing languidly, straightened up and stretched her stiff back.

“Aish, I guess I should wash up before I go?”

Sliding off his thighs, she gave him a sly smile and a light kiss on the lips.

Mwah—short and light, the affection of a sex partner, not a lover.

“Yeah.”

They went into the bathroom together. Since Mia had already showered properly, she just quickly rinsed the part of her that had just been used, patting herself dry with a towel, ready to leave.

Watching her, Rio seemed to remember something and spoke up as he washed his hair.

“Ah—Mia.”

“Hm?”

She paused, gripping the doorframe and turning her head. Rio added one more thing.

“Even if you come over again, don’t go into the bedroom.”

A brief silence.

“Ahaha, haha—!!”

Instantly realizing who that comment was for, Mia threw her head back and laughed, then gazed at him with eyes full of adoration.

“Why? Does she bite?”

“Probably.”

“You’re just trying to provoke me again.”

She laughed so hard she seemed to tear up, wiping the corner of her eye as she let out the last of her chuckles.

Hearing it made her desperately want to go in, but on second thought, the noises they’d made in the living room had probably reached the bedroom.

The thought that Seojin might be a puddle of tears by now crossed her mind. Having just had sex, the idea of enjoying the cute scene felt more like a hassle.

“Hmm…”

She gave a little wave of her hand, a sign that she understood.

“I’ll look forward to seeing what she’s like next time, okay?”

With a laugh in her voice, Mia touched her fingertips to her lips and turned away.

She headed for the guest room.

Flinging open the suitcase she’d brought, she thoughtfully considered her outfit. She never wore the same clothes twice, so she packed away what she’d worn today and changed into a new set.

Pulling on a simple bra top and slacks over her underwear, her naked body was instantly transformed into the polished silhouette of a magazine model.

If her naked form moments ago had been more instinctual and sexy, the Mia of now looked like a top model at the height of her career.

“There.”

After fixing her short hair and touching up her lipstick, she pulled up the handle of her suitcase.

Click.

The wheels rolled across the floor. Rio, wearing only a robe, had been leaning against the bathroom wall, listening. Now he stood waiting for her by the doorway.

As Mia walked toward the entrance and met his indifferent face, she said, “Give Seojin my regards. Tell her next time we meet, I’ll let her experience something bigger than yours.”

She spoke playfully, as if she planned to show up with a strap-on dildo next time, raising a hand in a little wave. She blew him a kiss and opened the front door.

“Go easy on her.”

As the door slid shut on his farewell, Mia’s footsteps remained light, her departing figure slender and confident.

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Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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