Chapter 120: And the Irredeemable Man [R-18]

From the main course to dessert, it was an excessively lavish lunch for an ordinary workday.

Woo-chan took his last bite, having faithfully fulfilled his original purpose for being there. The work could have easily been done at the office, but he had played along. His gaze, once fixed on Seojin as she endured Rio’s taunts—proof of the man’s incorrigible nature—now merely brushed past her.

“So, about that.”

Rio, who had been letting Seojin feed him, spoke up again. He looked at Woo-chan, his face alight with a deep, smiling gaze.

“Should we do this more often? Get together like this.”

Woo-chan slowly raised his eyes.

“What good comes from an auditor getting friendly with anyone?”

He placed his chopsticks down neatly. There was no longer any reason to hold on—not to the utensils, not to the people.

“Well then, Director Ryu. My lunch break has a set time, so I’ll be taking my leave now.”

He didn’t look back as he left the restaurant. The door to the private room closed slowly. As he walked down the quiet hallway, he repeated one final thought to himself.

‘If you have no intention of saving her, don’t you dare pity her.’

A brief silence fell over the room he had just left. The two people who remained needed a moment to shake off the sharp tension that had filled the air.

“…Ugh.”

Rio stuck out his tongue, his face contorted in disgust as if he’d just inhaled a cloud of old dust.

“I can’t stand by-the-book types who only do what they’re told.”

Thump—He propped his chin on his hand, his eyebrows arching.

Beside him, Seojin slowly uncurled her fingers from her chopsticks. Then, letting out a long breath as if swallowing down a cold sweat, she spoke in a small voice.

“Is… is it over now? Was I… not too strange?”

Rio watched her for a moment, then chuckled and picked up his water glass. He took a mouthful of the remaining water and swallowed it down.

“I wasn’t completely satisfied, but it wasn’t bad, either.”

He smiled and crossed his legs. Even with Woo-chan gone, Rio slowly leaned toward her, his hand slipping below the table without a sound.

He was going to pat her thigh in praise of her efforts.

“Huuu…”

A long breath escaped her as the tension drained away. Seojin set down her chopsticks and carefully leaned against Rio’s shoulder.

“Should we… go now, too?”

Her voice was small, but a subtle tremor ran through it. Rio only pretended to consider it, then turned his head, his eyes crinkling with a smile.

“Hmm.”

The meal was over, and one of their party had already left. Outside the door, the server was waiting for them to emerge.

But Rio pushed Seojin away gently, opened the door, and spoke to the server who was waiting politely.

“Pack up everything we ate for the main course—all of it. The dessert, too. No, make that two sets of dessert.”

“So that’s Course A and an additional set of dessert, correct?”

“Mm. When it’s ready, send it up to Room 2801.”

“—Yes, right away.”

The server bowed and replied, and the door was closed by Rio’s hand once more.

Instead of sitting back down, Rio casually shook out his wrists. Then he cupped Seojin’s cheek, who was still looking at him, as if to stroke it.

“What’s the fun in going back now? That regular employee made a point of mentioning his lunch break. I should show him the difference between him and an executive, just as he’d expect.”

Rio took her hand with his free one. It didn’t take long for them to leave their seats.

Seojin simply let herself be led by him. As they walked down the hallway, their hands still clasped, the air between them felt lighter, as if the earlier tension had been swept away.

As she walked, she rationalized that Rio’s performance wasn’t over yet. Though it was far from model behavior, she didn’t pout, silently following his lead instead.

The 28th floor of the hotel. The hallway was, as usual, quiet and cool. The only sound was the steady rhythm of their shoes on the neatly kept carpet.

Even with his slow pace, Seojin followed one step behind, her hand still enveloped in his.

When they reached the door, Rio stopped and turned his head with a mischievous look.

He didn’t say anything, just quietly watched Seojin’s face. The corners of his eyes, framed by thick lashes, slowly curved. It was a look filled with familiar playfulness and seduction.

He took out the key card, and his hand deftly opened the door. Beep. The door swung open with the electronic sound, and the hotel’s distinct, muted scent wafted out from behind him as he pushed it.

He turned his head halfway to look ahead at the familiar layout, then pulled her hand sharply.

Seojin stumbled forward as if she’d lost her balance, landing in front of Rio, only to look up and find his face immediately descending toward hers.

His breath touched her before his lips did.

And then—a kiss that was familiar yet, true to his willful nature, different. Rio’s kiss.

“—Ngh…”

Their lips slowly pressed together. She stared blankly for a moment before closing her eyes. Her small mouth opened, and Rio’s tongue slowly slipped through the gap.

Heat, not words, passed between their lips. The only sound in the quiet room was that of their kiss.

Schlick—

Even after the sound of their lips parting cut through the silence, their breaths mingled for a long moment. Seojin gripped Rio’s collar with one hand and slowly opened her eyes.

His lips were red from where she had wet them, and his eyes were dark and heavy.

“Kang Seojin.”

Rio said her name, pausing as if to catch his breath. He had lowered himself so that his forehead rested gently against hers.

“You couldn’t even eat properly while you were feeding me, could you?” he whispered. His voice was playful, yet tinged with a seductive edge.

“That’s why I had your share sent up here.”

Seojin’s lips were moist with breath, and Rio’s eyes were curved in a thoroughly leisurely smile.

With his hand on her waist, he gently guided her backward. She retreated step by step until she soon reached the edge of the bed.

“But you know…” he whispered, his lips tilting in a smirk.

“On second thought, I wasn’t sure which part of you was hungrier. So I figured I’d feed you what’s already prepared.”

With those words, his hand slowly brushed the edge of her underwear. The stimulation from the morning still lingered, and the damp fabric there reacted with a humiliating wetness.

“……Hnng.”

Rio let out a laugh laced with pleasure at how her body responded to a mere touch. His gaze danced mischievously as it drifted downward.

The movement was almost too natural, but it was filled with undeniable desire.

“Still, I can’t let the meal I prepared for you get cold.”

One hand carefully pushed up her underwear, and he tapped the plump flesh of her mound. Tap, tap.

“Should we save this for last, after room service arrives? Try your best to eat up within the time limit, darling.”

He chuckled, his eyes narrowing into slits.

The spot below her mound, where Rio had tapped, quickly grew hot. His hand moved over her underwear, twisting slightly, and the flesh that had been demurely closed parted like a mouth.

“…I’ll… take them off myself…”

Seojin’s legs clamped together in reaction to the single stimulus, but Rio’s gaze merely flowed over her, as if he had confirmed an expected response.

Without removing his hand, he silently leaned forward, and she leaned back on her own, settling onto the bed.

His heavy hand pushed at the inside of Seojin’s knee, urging it up. Her thighs slowly parted, and the sticky heat seeping through her underwear quickly met his skin.

“Is there a need for that?”

He whispered as he pushed her panties down with his thumb. The thin, damp fabric clung to her like a second skin, and as it was peeled away, there was a faint sound of skin separating from skin.

Rio leaned over her on the bed, so close his nose nearly touched hers, and met her eyes. Then he personally pulled her underwear down to her knees and tossed it onto the comforter.

“Waiting for me with your legs open is cute…”

He lowered his head, his lips descending to the innermost part of her, where all her warmth was pooled.

“But drooling so much is a problem.”

The barest touch of his tongue made Seojin’s knees tremble as she gasped.

“Ah… Aht…!”

Pleased with her reaction, Rio hooked her legs over his shoulders. With her held in place, his tongue delved deeper, and the wet sounds began to grow, starting small and spreading through the room.

Schlick, slurp—.

With a practiced tongue, Rio flicked the tip against her core before sucking her whole labia in, as if taking a long drink after a drought.

Seojin’s breathing grew ragged. One hand clutched the sheets, while the other unconsciously reached up to cradle Rio’s head, pulling him closer.

“Th-there… a little… more… ahh…!”

Under the pretense of cleaning her, he enveloped her with his mouth, and the feeling of him sucking on her made Seojin let out a ragged cry.

He pushed his tongue inside her without hesitation.

“…Ahhn—!”

Seojin’s hips bucked. Sensation flooded her every time his tongue parted the skin below her clit and licked deep inside her slick channel.

Other than her legs on his shoulders, Rio didn’t restrain her, simply enjoying the twitching of her hips. He ignored his own erection below, devouring her with only his lips and tongue.

“Kang Seojin… I taught you table manners for your lower mouth, too.”

His tongue relentlessly pushed deep, swirled, and pulled back out, again and again. Rio explored her ever-wetting insides, his movements seeming to match the rhythm of her breaths.

“Hngh… I don’t like that, no more, hurry… just take me…!”

But he didn’t stop. Instead, he delved deeper, tracing her inner walls, and Seojin curled up as if she’d stopped breathing, the tremors reaching his lips completely.

Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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