Chapter 155: A Gift in the Night [R-18]

It was well past ten o’clock at night when Seojin’s shift ended.

Rio, who had been chain-smoking near her workplace, had already paid a visit to a nearby flower shop.

Many places were closed at this late hour, but when he finally spotted a small, lit-up florist, he parked carelessly and strode inside.

“Roses? Sure, those are good. Make it the prettiest you can.”

He ran a hand over the petals, picking out only the freshest ones. With the help of the staff, he created a massive bouquet, adding anemones, long-stemmed greens, and tulips without a second thought.

“Don’t put it in a box, just wrap it so she can hold it. The ribbon… a red one. Yes.”

The moment the bouquet was in his hands, the corners of his lips curled up in a subtle smile.

Returning to his car, he opened the passenger door and placed the enormous bouquet where she would sit.

Rustle—

Petals settled softly onto the seat. As if worried they might fall, Rio pulled the seatbelt across and fastened the bouquet in place.

It was a sports car with no back seat. With Seojin gone, the only thing he could place in her empty spot was something that would bring her joy.

Without even starting the engine, he stared at the flowers for a long time.

He imagined her, exhausted from work, discovering them and breaking into a radiant smile.

And so, Rio waited, leaning against the hood of his car near the restaurant with a cigarette between his lips.

Instead of the cold, he felt the satisfaction of anticipation, the red ember of his cigarette flickering, a lone spark in the dark street as he waited for her.

It was then that he saw it.

Seojin was closing up the shop with someone else.

It was Jooheon.

A fresh, budding affection, shared only after the older staff had gone home.

“Um, Seojin-noona. You looked really cold today. You should wear this on your way home.”

He held out a shopping bag. When Seojin didn’t reach for it, he quickly and carefully took out its contents—a navy-blue scarf.

Jooheon acted as if it was nothing strange, deliberately showing it to her.

In truth, it was a late Christmas present. He had wanted to give it to her yesterday but had missed his shift because of plans with friends.

“It’s a scarf…”

Seeing it, Seojin waved her hands dismissively. Jooheon’s voice trailed off, a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

“Oh… no, it’s okay. Someone’s coming to pick me up.”

Seojin tried to refuse politely, using her thin clothes as an excuse, but Jooheon wasn’t so easily deterred from giving the Christmas gift he had chosen so carefully.

“Then… how about just as a gift? They say it’s going to be cold again tomorrow…”

Earlier that day, she had asked the owner if she could find someone to cover her shifts. Now, faced with Jooheon’s sudden, more assertive push, Seojin froze for a moment.

She wasn’t ignorant of the nature of Jooheon’s kindness. She knew that even if she accepted it now just to get away, she would soon have to face his suggestive tone and gaze.

A dog collar, received from another man.

Seojin didn’t want to make Rio worry.

“Hey… Jooheon. I’m sorry, and I hope I’m just misunderstanding… but I’m in love with someone.”

It was a clean refusal that needed no further explanation. Seojin instinctively bowed her head.

Rio watched the scene unfold in silence.

The cigarette he was smoking was only half-finished, but he dropped it to the ground, crushed it under his shoe, and then ground it in once more for good measure.

The scent of flowers and cigarettes, the time he had spent waiting, and another man’s hand reaching out for Seojin.

The end result was his victory.

Hearing Seojin’s words, Jooheon hesitated for a moment before nodding.

“…Ah, I see.”

Still, he managed a quick smile. He looked a bit awkward, but he smiled nonetheless.

“Thanks for telling me, noona.”

He closed the rejected shopping bag and looped it over his wrist.

In a way, it was a relief for him, too. He was able to end things politely before it ever reached a confession.

“Get home safe.”

Seojin watched him for a moment, then nodded.

“You too. Bye.”

Instead of answering, Jooheon simply bowed his head once more and started down the street.

The streetlights were still dim, and the area in front of the restaurant was deserted.

Seojin took a deep breath and pulled her phone from her pocket.

The phone she had so desperately called him on last night, the one she had taken with her, was registered in his name. Since she hadn’t gone home, this was the first time in a while she’d had it with her.

It was only the second time, but the moment she tapped the screen and pressed the name ‘Rio,’ her heart began to pound before the phone even vibrated.

“…Hmph.”

Seojin cleared her throat with an awkward little cough before the call connected.

She held the phone to her ear and waited. Beep—Beep—Beep…

“…Hel—”

“I’m right in front of you.”

His distinctively low voice cut her off immediately. A single, short phrase.

Just like yesterday, Seojin turned her head to look toward the road. This time, thankfully, she saw his car right away.

And his familiar silhouette, leaning against it.

Just as Rio’s words had been brief and to the point, the moment Seojin’s eyes landed on him, her face brightened.

“Ah…”

A small sound, like a soft gasp, escaped her lips, and she instinctively ran to him. Without any hesitation.

The wind brushed past her as she ran lightly. The night air was cold, but Seojin’s cheeks were flushed red with a smile and a burgeoning heat.

The moment Rio saw her coming, he opened the car door.

“Just a second.”

He then grabbed his coat, the one she had taken off and left behind that morning, and gently draped it over her shoulders as she ran up to him.

“Have you really forgotten how to feel the cold, my puppy?”

At his low, affectionate tone, Seojin burrowed into the coat and smiled, as if hiding her face in his embrace.

“……You didn’t think I’d run to you, did you?”

“No. I always knew you would.”

Rio stroked her hair over the coat. Then he pointed to the passenger seat.

“But someone’s already taken your seat—”

“Huh?”

When Seojin lifted her head, she saw an enormous bouquet of flowers sitting there. Tulips and roses, anemones and a cascade of greenery, not a single blossom wilted.

Seojin looked at Rio, her mouth opening and closing, before she hesitantly asked again.

“……Is all this…”

“You weren’t here, so I put something similar in your seat. But now that the owner’s here, you can have it.”

“……”

His answer, coming before she could even finish asking if it was for her, was more than enough to make her blush.

And besides, they already had a promise.

Seojin carefully cradled Rio’s face in her hands. The moment her lips touched his, a deep kiss began with a gentle breath.

Rio watched her with his eyes open before finally closing them. As her lips pressed down, adding weight and delving deeper, his hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer.

“…A pretty deed?”

“Yeah.”

After a short breath, Seojin shared his air and rested her forehead against his shoulder.

“We promised… if I thought you were pretty, I’d get a kiss.”

As the corner of his mouth lifted in a slight smile, Seojin kissed him again. Once more, it was a deep kiss that pushed past his lips to the tip of his tongue.

Her hand slid along the neckline of his shirt, coming to rest over his chest, feeling for the spot where his pulse beat.

It was as if she wanted to feel all of him, the man who spent most of his time exuding a casual confidence from beneath his jacket.

“I’d like it if you expressed yourself more freely.”

“…Okay.”

Rio opened the driver’s side door, reclined the seat with one hand, and pulled Seojin onto his lap.

He couldn’t risk crushing the bouquet. The inside of the car began to fill with a heat entirely different from the world beyond the windows.

The interior was already warm, the temperature rising until the windows fogged over like mist.

As her underwear was pushed aside and he thrust into her, Seojin whimpered against his lips, whispering.

“In front of the restaurant… ah… this is so embarrassing…”

The scent of flowers, and the scent of Rio.

The car was so small and quiet that every single breath echoed with startling clarity.

On Rio’s lap, the seat depressed and sprang back with her movements. Most of her clothes had been pushed aside, and the lingering heat where his hands had passed had yet to fade.

“Huu… haah…”

Seojin arched her back, slowly lowering herself onto him, as if pushing her hips down.

As his hot, hard cock filled her, a wave of pleasure washed over her, accompanied by a breathtaking pressure.

“Hnngh… ah…!”

The moan that burst from her lips hit the glass and bounced back. She knew there was no one outside, but it all felt so vivid, so real, that she couldn’t breathe.

Rio wrapped his arms around her waist and thrust a little deeper, making Seojin’s thighs tremble.

Every time he brushed against her cervix, she felt a tight pressure somewhere deep inside her.

“Kang Seojin, you’re still such a pervert… getting off on doing it outside like this.”

“Ngh, haah… I can’t help it… ah…”

Her voice was wet, almost a sob. Rio slipped his hands under her thighs and lifted them, changing the angle.

“—Kyaa…! There, that’s… haah…!”

She felt like she would come if he just pushed a little more, but he kept tormenting her, pulling halfway out before shoving back in again and again.

Seojin’s words became increasingly slurred as she alternated between pushing him away, thinking he was being too cruel, and gripping him tighter.

Through the fogged-up car window, Rio gently bit her lip.

“So lewd. Unbelievably so.”

“Nn… yes, Rio… haangh…!”

Seojin’s body trembled as she buried her face in his chest, and the rhythm between them grew rougher. The sensation of him moving inside her built to an unbearable, explosive peak.

“Rio…!”

The moment she cried out his name one last time, pressing her hips down hard, their bodies tangled together tightly, as if trying to devour one another.

Within her cunt, which was clenching powerfully in her orgasm, he felt no need to hold back either.

“…Huaah.”

Still sitting on his thighs, Seojin’s shoulders slumped as she leaned lightly against his.

She had already been exhausted from working without proper sleep, and now, completely drained of strength, she simply buried her head against his warm, solid chest and breathed softly.

Rio slowly stroked her back and waist, then cupped one hand around her slightly raised hip, caressing it.

He leaned his head toward her hair.

The ponytail she’d had tied up had come loose, and the ends of her messy hair still carried the faint smell of food, a remnant of her day.

The women Rio usually held smelled of their respective perfumes, fabric softeners, body washes, and shampoos. But his woman, the one he truly embraced, was different.

Instead of perfume, the smell of oil and spices had seeped into her, and somewhere beyond that was the subtle, unique scent of the woman named Seojin.

“Ha…”

A short breath escaped him.

He couldn’t tell if it was because he loved this moment with her, or if he was afraid this long-awaited night would end. He buried his nose in her hair and remained still for a long time.

When he said nothing, Seojin slowly lifted her head.

Her eyelids half-lowered again, she looked down at the space below his collarbone and asked.

“…Rio.”

“Yeah.”

“Can we go home now…? I want to hold you more.”

The corners of his lips were caught in a half-smile, and he looked at her with an uncharacteristically pure gaze.

“Yeah.”

Rio lovingly pulled Seojin deeper into his embrace. The warmth she had given off once again filled his chest.

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Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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