Chapter 146: The Day You Won [R-18]

Seojin fell silent at Rio’s words.

From his perspective, there was nothing she could say to prove him wrong. All she could do was gaze at him with a look of pained longing.

At her expression, Rio let out a small laugh.

“Such a sad face.”

He ran the tip of his tongue over his finger—the same one that had been inside her just moments ago, glistening with her fluids.

Rio licked it clean, then brought his now-slick hand to her chin.

“Tying you up all day isn’t very efficient, is it? You’ve been starving… and you couldn’t use the bathroom, could you?”

Seojin’s eyelashes trembled as she hesitated before nodding. He savored her expression and whispered.

“You poor thing.”

With his free hand, Rio loosened his pants. As the bothersome fabric fell away, his already swollen member was revealed, its weight distinct in the dim, pre-dawn air.

He gently tugged her chin toward him once more.

Her posture was awkward due to her bound arms, but for him, it was more than enough.

“Now, it’s time for a late meal.”

A corner of his mouth lifted as he whispered.

“The menu is your absolute favorite.”

Seojin looked up at him for a moment. Guided by the gentle pull on her chin, she slowly opened her mouth.

“Ngh…”

Even before he was inside, her tongue welcomed him. Slowly, starting from the head.

Rio stroked her hair and smiled.

As his shaft pushed forward, Seojin took a small, sharp breath. But her mouth didn’t stop.

With his eyes closed, he let out a soft sigh, his body trembling faintly with the movements of her tongue.

“Maybe it’s because I starved you… you’re taking it so eagerly.”

Seojin, too, closed her eyes, her expression a mix of shame and relief at Rio’s twisted affection, which still sought her out.

Then, Rio pressed down firmly on her head.

Even as his hand forced her to take him deeper, her body, already accustomed to his cock, accepted it not as a burden, but with a sense of love.

She tightened her tongue, rubbing it against the roof of her mouth. The tip of her nose twitched each time she ran out of breath.

She was kneeling in a contorted position, having tried and failed to rise in order to take him in more fully.

Schluurp—

Her beauty was not something that could be diminished by a day without washing—not as she took him into her mouth with a sultry grace, tears welling in her eyes as she debased herself.

He opened his eyes halfway and swept her hair back with a look of satisfaction.

Each time he did, Seojin would suck him deeper, hoping for a little more affection in return, swallowing a mouthful of saliva mixed with his pre-cum.

The slightly salty, fishy taste made her flutter her eyes open to look at him. Her gaze was a mixture of submission, love, and a very deep fear.

After her fervent ministrations, the moment he thrust his hips forward, Seojin’s first reaction was to the semen hitting the back of her throat, realizing he had come inside her.

Hot, thick fluid spread through her mouth, sending a thrilling jolt all the way down to her core.

“……Ah, ngh… hoo…”

Watching her move her tongue, trying not to miss the last drop that clung to the tip of her chin, Rio quietly lifted the corners of his mouth.

In the hazy dawn, he untied the restraints on her arms and whispered.

“Now that you’ve had your fill, come here.”

Her freed wrists hung limply. Her shoulders ached from being held in one position for so long. But at his call, Seojin cautiously approached and leaned her body against his.

Her hair was tangled with saliva and sweat, and her face was clearly marked with the exhaustion of someone who had cried herself out, but he slowly pulled her into an embrace.

The post of her earring bent and poked into her skin, but she didn’t mind.

—Outside the window, the sky was gradually brightening.

The dim dawn was slowly turning to morning as a grey light seeped through the curtains.

Saturday had vanished in an instant, and it was now Sunday morning. Neither Rio nor Seojin had gone anywhere beyond the walls of this house where they were together.

Seojin remained still in his arms for a long time.

It had been a while since the feeling had returned to her bound arms, but she still felt as if she were tied down by something, and she bit the back of her hand.

Perhaps it was because every day had been so intense lately, or perhaps her body was simply drained of energy, but her thoughts refused to flow properly. A sluggish, unpleasant truth was closing in on her again.

Having time to think was a cruel thing for her.

‘…This is strange.’

Seojin bit her arm deliberately, as if to confirm it was her own.

As if she were trying to tear away the sense of reality that told her this was all wrong—this love meant to make her wholly his, her promise not to run away.

Watching her, Rio rubbed her arm, trying to stop her.

“Why?”

“…I don’t know if I’m okay.”

Rio didn’t answer her dazed question.

Instead, he took her fingers and traced a path up to the back of her hand, to the spot she had just bitten.

His lips touched the teeth marks. A soft kiss.

Through the silence she had barely managed to maintain, Rio spoke in a low voice.

“You’re always searching for things like that.”

The right answer, being okay, a good choice, the correct path. Even when the man beside her was anything but an answer.

Rio was, as always, capricious, selfish… obsessive and consumed by desire.

He wrapped his arms around Seojin’s waist from behind. She was still in his embrace.

But her arms were free, and the door beyond was open.

Seojin could be sure of it.

If she contacted Woo-chan and begged him to save her, he would probably rescue her one more time, even if it meant losing all the value he had built up in her.

She looked down with vacant eyes at Rio’s arms holding her.

But this man would be gone.

“…I wonder what you’re thinking about now.”

Rio tossed out the words like a mere joke, as if nothing that was happening to them mattered.

He kept his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder.

“—Should we stop?”

Those were not words that could be passed off as a joke.

Seojin reflexively lifted her head at his words. But Rio didn’t look at her, even as she turned.

When Seojin placed her hand over his, he began to fiddle with her fingertips, as if trying to commit every small bone, every joint, to memory.

Rio was pushing her away.

It was because he had finally decided to accept himself—the man who had bound her again in the dead of night, only to fall into that pleasure and blame himself for it.

He loved her.

To be precise, he had never been insincere.

A man faithful to his emotions, he had done this sort of thing long ago. He had done it with the other women he’d met. It was just that his feelings had a short expiration date.

But for Seojin, whom he had spent so long making his own, there was a tenderness that had replaced the obsession and possessiveness he’d felt for other women.

And beyond the anger he would feel if she left him, he now loved her to the point where he was curious how she would live if she ever escaped him.

That was the conclusion he had reached after thinking with uncharacteristic seriousness.

Rather than breaking her wings and legs just to keep her in a crystal cage…

“Should I really let you go?”

For the first time, a man who did not love himself was trying to give something up for the reason that he loved someone else.

At his words, Seojin burst into tears, still held in his arms.

Far from feeling even the slightest bit of liberation or joy, her body went limp, and her mind grew hazy.

Shaking her head, she hurriedly tried to hold onto him, even if only with her fingertips.

But Rio took a breath and slowly pushed her away. For a moment, his eyes seemed to waver, but his face soon regained its familiar indifference as he stood up.

—Click.

The door opened.

The room where the two of them had spent so much time mixing their bodies, tangled together without rest.

Rio’s bedroom, so familiar that Seojin had deluded herself into thinking it was her own world.

For the first time, that door was opened to the outside by his hand.

“…No…”

She turned to him and reached out her arms, but when no warmth returned, she collapsed onto the floor, unable to stop crying.

Rio didn’t grab her wrist to pull her up, nor did he force her to do anything.

He left her there and picked up a backpack he had tossed somewhere in a corner of his dressing room. A bag she had never once used.

Moving around the house, he filled it with a few sets of Seojin’s neatly folded clothes, basic sanitary products, the lotion she always used. And his own wallet.

“This should be enough for now.”

Rio muttered briefly and forced the bag into her hands.

Lacking the strength to even properly hold the bag he offered, Seojin kept refusing it until she was finally forced to grip it with both hands.

The things Woo-chan had given her, the tokens he had provided for her to live a normal life, had already been burned or thrown in the trash by Rio. In a way, he was filling that void in his own fashion.

Finally, as he walked down the hall beyond the bedroom door, he said, “You probably won’t need any formal procedures, but if you do, contact me. Do whatever you want with what’s inside.”

The cards, the valuables, things like that.

Seojin lifted her head. Her tear-stained eyes, her flushed neck, and her entire body below it.

But what hurt her now was the sight of Rio, wearing the saddest smile she had ever seen on him.

“I won’t change my number.”

“…Why are you doing this…”

“You’re mine until you’re discharged. Think of it as… my responsibility? Or maybe not, starting from now. It’s not like you have much time left anyway.”

Even as she called his name over and over, Rio unlocked the front door, gripped the handle, and said, “Anyway—get out. Today… is the day you won.”

Rio’s final words were so calm, and for that reason, they sounded all the more venomous.

Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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