Chapter 116: The Result of Half a Year [R-18]

The bedroom was still shrouded in darkness.

Before the light seeping through the curtains could wake her, an unexpected touch from within the covers stirred her from sleep.

“…Ngh…”

Seojin, who had been sound asleep with her back turned, felt her lips part slightly. It was because of the fingers that expertly slipped between them.

“…Mmph… Nng…”

Even in her unconscious state, her tongue moved reflexively. It was a conditioned reflex now, ingrained in her body, to accept and suckle on whatever was placed in her mouth.

She mumbled, her eyes still barely open.

“…Again… so early in the morning…”

As the fingers that had been gently caressing the inside of her mouth and tickling her uvula withdrew, she turned over as if she couldn’t hold back any longer.

Right into the arms of Rio, who was smiling down at her.

“You’re awake?”

“…Mmhmm…”

Her eyes remained closed, but her cheeks were already flushed red as they brushed against his familiar warmth.

Rio’s hand naturally slid down to her inner thigh. He traced the line of her crevice, stroking her damp skin before leaning down to meet her lips.

“Not… not anywhere visible today…”

The words tumbled out from between their lips, but as her inner thigh swelled and his hand grew slick, she lifted her own legs, parting them as if to guide him somewhere beneath the covers.

“I have to wear a skirt, you know…”

Rio pulled his lips away from hers. Hearing her words, he simply raised an eyebrow.

“If you’re worried, wear pants.”

“I did that last time, and now they’re all at the cleaners…” Seojin’s voice trailed off, sounding upset.

He was the one who had made the dress code flexible as soon as she started, yet he knew full well that for the past six months, her closet had been filled with rows of skirts that only reached mid-thigh, all because of his absurd logic that a secretary should occasionally fulfill certain fantasies.

Rio lazily stroked her inner thigh again. “Your legs are too pretty to hide.”

“…Even so, it’s hard to move… ah…”

Seojin grumbled softly, but as his hand began to explore deeper beneath the covers, her voice started to tremble.

“Besides, you just enjoy it when people try to look up my skirt…”

Especially the inside of her thighs, which were covered in his kiss marks.

He was serious. What he truly loved was seeing her flustered, pressing her thighs together and fussing with her hem at the top of the stairs.

He would look at her as if that sight was just so endearing, and more than anything, as if the secret marks hidden within, known only to him, were incredibly exciting.

Seojin let out a short gasp and turned her face away. Her cheeks were burning, and her lips seemed to pout the more she tried to hold them in.

He caressed her thigh again. The marks he’d left yesterday were still spread across the skin, and when he pressed down lightly with his fingertips, the inside of her leg twitched in response.

“…Please, I just want to get to work in one piece today.”

“Then I’ll have to be careful. I’ll just have to make it so you can’t sit down at all.”

“What…?!”

Her protest died in her throat, dissolving into a breath the moment he gently spread her knees with his hands.

“Still, I’m glad you’re at least planning on wearing something today.”

“What’s that supposed to mean…”

“After you ran to the elevator yesterday in nothing but your panties.”

Seojin covered her face and curled into a ball.

“That’s because you took them and wouldn’t give them back…!”

She couldn’t finish her sentence, as short breaths were already escaping from beneath the covers. His hand was now slowly stroking that place, already full of heat.

“We’re going to be late again…”

“Alright, should we finish this at the office?”

“You’re… impossible to talk to…”

She grumbled weakly, but she was already wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

Early in the morning, on a bed growing far too damp for a pre-work routine, Rio kissed her neck and laughed.

“Who else understands you as well as I do?”

At his words, Seojin glared at him slightly.

“You’re the absolute worst…”

His laughter was followed once more by the low, secret sounds of breathing that filled the bedroom.

*

Later, inside a black, tinted car in the company parking garage.

Fortunately, they had woken up extremely early, so they’d arrived a full twenty minutes before the start of the workday. Inside the car, Seojin stared out the side window, crossing and uncrossing her legs.

“Just a little… turn it down just a little more…!”

But far from feeling triumphant about getting him to work on time, Seojin’s voice was on the verge of tears, and her breathing was ragged.

Even while sitting, the vibrations traveling up her thighs made her stomach flutter.

“Darling,” Rio murmured, casually checking his watch.

“The loser doesn’t get a say, remember?”

“Ugh…”

“You were the one who said you couldn’t leave the house, so we came early, and we’re still just sitting here waiting.”

He casually reached out and touched her thigh. There, a small rotor was still humming, buzzing to life beneath a thin layer of lace.

Seojin pressed her thighs together against his hand.

“Nngh, no…!”

“Guess they won’t need to wash the floors in the hallway.”

At Rio’s words, she hung her head low.

The way she was sitting had caused her skirt to ride up high against her lower back, and the small device hidden beneath it was the same toy that, just this morning, she hadn’t been able to endure for even a minute.

“…!”

Seojin’s cheeks flushed as she glared at him. But the moment Rio’s hand flicked the switch on the remote up another level…

“…Hut…!”

Forget glaring. Her back, which had been leaning against the seat, arched with a jolt.

Other employees on their way to work were passing by the window, but the only sensation she could register was the pulse exploding from deep inside her.

“It’s really time to go now.”

He opened the driver’s side door, got out, and came around to escort her. Seojin practically stumbled out of the car. The sensation lingering between her legs felt like it was dripping heavily away.

“—Seriously… at least during the meeting… don’t…”

Rio tilted his head slightly and smiled.

“Was that flimsy condition part of our bet?”

*

Upstairs in the office, the morning sun and the relaxed melody of jazz filled the space.

A few employees were at their desks organizing documents or walking to and from the printer, but the overall atmosphere was rather relaxed since Rio had gone into a meeting.

Some people hadn’t arrived yet due to the early hour, and a few teams were already in the conference room.

Seojin, who always offered to help even when she had no work, was sitting at a secondary monitor, hunched over and clutching the mouse as she organized data.

But her breathing was growing thinner and thinner.

Bzzzz—

A vibration that echoed not in her eardrums, but from deep within her body.

The moment the conference room door had closed, Rio, remote in hand, had set the small rotor between her thighs to a high intensity before leaving.

“Don’t you go masturbating in the bathroom, alright?”

With that one parting shot, he was gone. Seojin could feel sweat beading under her thin blouse as she desperately clenched her toes, trying to withstand the sensation.

“…Hut…”

A small, trembling breath escaped her lips. But thankfully—no, it had to be thankful—the jazz music Rio had deliberately turned up loud was flowing through the office.

Perhaps that was why.

Even when the team leader from the desk next to hers walked over to grab a printout, she managed to keep her body curled beneath the monitor, moving her hand as if nothing was wrong.

When the finger she was about to use to click the mouse twitched slightly, Seojin ducked her head lower and held her breath.

‘…Hhngh…’

The vibrations weren’t steady. Sometimes they were light, then they would suddenly pulse strongly, as if prodding her inner walls.

Each time, her shoulders would tremble slightly. Beneath the desk, a sticky sheen she hadn’t even noticed was seeping out, soaking into the thin stockings covering her thighs.

“Seojin, these are the typography samples for the renewal version the Director requested for today, but I have to go out for a bit… Could you possibly just pass them to him when he gets out?”

Someone from a nearby desk handed her a folder.

“…Yes…! Yes…”

Seojin quickly let go of the mouse, took the sleek folder, and ducked lower, hiding her face behind the monitor.

But even that short reply had been slightly high-pitched, and she felt her cheeks flush, worried she might have given herself away.

“Thank you!”

If she focused, she could occasionally hear Rio’s voice from inside the conference room she was peeking at.

His comments, as calm and sharp as ever, were going back and forth. He was in there, conducting a meeting, while casually manipulating her from afar.

‘This is so… cruel…’

Seojin stayed in her seat, pressing her knees together as if rubbing them, and bent over, swallowing a breath.

But the vibrations didn’t stop. In fact, as time went on, the intermittent and unpredictable stimulation made her legs begin to tremble as if they were going numb.

Now, there was nothing she could do but clench whatever she could and endure.

‘Please… please… just let the meeting end soon…’

Her fingertips fumbled across the keyboard, but her vision had blurred. She couldn’t even type properly anymore.

Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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