Chapter 163: Side Story – The Beautiful Eastern Bride (5) [R-18]

Aiden, who had been panting under the showerhead while sitting on the floor, pressed a palm to his forehead and muttered.

“I emptied myself… It was over…”

His body was limp, and the semen he’d released earlier was still a warm smear on his stomach.

And yet, his lower abdomen was already beginning to burn again.

“…Fuck… Just one more time… Really, just one more time…”

Aiden pushed himself up using the wall, squeezing his eyes shut.

His forehead rested lightly against the cold bathroom wall. Lukewarm steam enveloped his entire body, and a weight he could no longer distinguish as water or sweat trickled down his skin.

His arms trembled faintly.

He tilted his head back and let out a long breath.

“Hah… Fuck…”

Then, he forcibly dragged himself back into the scene from his dream.

Seojin had held her breath and hugged him tightly, and he had woken up just as he was about to thrust his hips. That was the dream.

Now, he had to continue it.

“This time… all the way, please…”

With a wet hand, he gripped his still-hard cock.

But this time, it wasn’t just about stroking himself.

He began to move his hand slowly, as if he were pushing inside of her. Hips rolling slightly, ass pushing forward cautiously, he thrust little by little.

His hips and pelvis moved not toward the wall, but toward the imaginary Seojin.

And he brought out, one by one, the “bad words” she had repeated during their lesson.

“Cunt… Slut… Whore…”

The moment he recalled the words, Aiden bit his lip.

And upon those words, he layered his own lust.

“Yeah, they’re bad words… But who was it that asked me to teach them, and then repeated them…?”

His hand quickened, his breathing grew ragged.

In his mind, an image of her slowly opening for him unfolded.

As he pushed between her wet thighs…

“Hnng… Ahh…”

The Seojin in his imagination let out a moan in that gentle voice of hers.

Unable to hold her breath, she squeezed her eyes shut, her insides enveloping him.

“It was you… Those lips, murmuring right next to me…”

Even without a response, he didn’t stop.

“Even after I told you they were bad words…!”

He squeezed his eyes shut and bucked his hips.

The sensation beneath his palm had already transcended feeling, transforming into the fantasy of being inside her.

“Fuck… Seojin, Seojin…”

With those words, he tensed his hips, gripped his hand, and pushed himself toward the end of his filthy dream.

In the real bathroom, there were no voices. Only the sound of water and his own ragged breaths.

But his mind was inside her now.

That place he’d been blocked from, that sensation he’d lost upon waking from his dream. As if determined never to lose it again, he rolled his hips once more.

“Ha… Fuck… This is it… Fuck, this is it…”

Aiden gripped his hard cock tightly and, as if thrusting deep inside her, he rolled his hips once, twice—and poured everything out.

The moment the word escaped him, the face of the imaginary Seojin flinched as she looked up at him.

Then, in her clumsy English, she spoke as if about to cry.

“Aiden, the bad words… More, tell me more…”

At that instant, Aiden’s hand erupted over his stomach.

A hot, thick heat, a lust cloaked in her voice. And his unending breaths.

“Hah… Hah… Fuck…”

He slammed his forehead hard against the wall and tried to catch his breath.

—A sense of self-loathing so strong he wanted to die.

His body was empty, and his mind was filthy. Within it, her name tumbled over and over.

He was painting over her innocence with every degrading word he had ever taught her.

In the throes of his climax, he had felt that the more dirty and vulgar the words he added, the more beautiful, the tighter, the more lovable she became.

And at the very end, he even imagined forcing his fingers into her mouth, making her repeat those words in her awkward pronunciation.

Hot steam filled the entire bathroom.

The walls were damp, the floor slippery. His body, drained of too much heat, collapsed on the spot.

Sliding down weakly, Aiden crumpled onto the wet floor.

He was out of breath, his heart pounding in his chest.

Slumped on the floor, he couldn’t do anything more.

…I have to make my deliveries…

But his body had no energy to get up.

His legs tingled, and his vision was blurry.

“I can’t go today…”

Without even bothering with a towel, he closed his eyes, lying right there on the bathroom floor.

In the steam, the dream, the pleasure, and the guilt all blurred together. In the end, Aiden fell asleep just like that.

That day, as expected, the milk was not delivered.

Seojin simply opened her front door for a moment, waited for the diligent boy who was always on time, and tilted her head in confusion.

*

Late that afternoon, Aiden walked, carrying the delivery boxes one by one, his mask not even properly on.

His body, having slept somewhere other than a proper bed, was stiff, and his legs trembled. But the task he had to do was clear.

Deliver the milk to the houses he’d missed, even if it was late, and offer a sincere apology.

The call with his boss was warmer than he’d expected.

“I’m so sorry. In the bathroom this morning… I fainted for a moment. By the time I came to, it was already this late…”

“What? You live alone, don’t you? That’s really dangerous…”

His boss’s voice was a mixture of surprise and worry.

“I trust you. And I’m sure the customers will, too. Just tell them you’re sorry for being late. Don’t beat yourself up over it. Got it?”

Despite the notoriously picky customers in this wealthy neighborhood, Aiden nodded heavily at his boss’s genuine concern for him.

“Thank you. I mean it…”

Even after rerouting his path, the very last stop he’d been putting off was Seojin’s house.

When he arrived, he hesitated for a long time, clutching his chest.

“…Hah…”

The yard was visible over the house’s fence.

What if someone was out there? What was he supposed to do if he had no choice but to see her?

Unable to apologize for how he’d treated her in his dream, he pressed a hand to his forehead and stood frozen in place for a long while.

But just then, a small voice came from over the fence.

“Aiden?”

He lifted his head reflexively. The moment he saw her, his breath caught.

Seojin, who had been on edge after the recent unpleasant incident, had been warily watching the person loitering in front of her house and came out when she realized it was Aiden.

Her hair was tied back neatly in a ponytail. She wore a simple dress, even plainer than the one from the other day.

With the sunlight at her back, she looked so impossibly pure that it only made his own desires feel all the more filthy and viscous.

I had those kinds of thoughts… about this person—…

Aiden quickly ducked his head again.

“Aiden? Are you okay?”

She, who rarely had reason to even say his name, called to him again cautiously.

Her voice was that of someone who knew nothing, who was worrying about him far more than he deserved. His shoulders flinched at the sound.

He stopped himself from turning to flee, forced his head up, and replied with a strained smile.

“Yes, of course. I’m… sorry for being late.”

Seojin saw the milk bottle in his hand and came closer to take it.

“I was wondering if something had happened.”

Her tone was light, but her words were laced with genuine concern. As she took the milk, her soft hand brushed against his.

It was just for an instant, but Aiden’s shoulders jumped so noticeably it was startling.

She looked up at him with surprised eyes.

“…?”

Aiden lowered his gaze and spoke.

“Ah, sorry. It’s just… I think I’m coming down with a cold… I wasn’t feeling well this morning. I was worried I might pass it to you…”

His voice was hoarse, his breathing rushed.

His words trailed off as he stared at the ground, unable to look at Seojin.

“Oh.”

Seojin nodded slightly, then said, “Just a moment,” stopping him in his tracks before disappearing inside the entryway.

She returned a moment later, holding a small Ziploc bag with something inside.

“I’m sorry. I wanted to give you some vitamins, but all I have right now are these lemon candies.”

She held out a few candies she had personally bagged, along with a new mask.

“No one will notice you’re eating them if you wear the mask.”

Aiden took them, speechless for a long moment.

From the slight tremor that had run through him at her touch to the fantasies of defiling and invading her, everything crashed through his mind.

“…Thank you.”

He finally managed that one phrase, bowing his head deeply.

Seojin watched him with a slightly worried expression, then smiled faintly.

“You’ll be fine tomorrow.”

Then, as if remembering something, she picked up a pen that had been lying on the patio table.

She gently took his wrist.

“If… you’re still not feeling well tomorrow, just contact me.”

Tomorrow was a lesson day, after all.

Without hesitation, she began writing her number on the inside of his wrist.

“You don’t have to force yourself to come at the same time. We can just move it to another day.”

She said it in case he was worried about his pay being docked or losing his part-time job.

Unlike her English, her handwriting, number by number, was quite bold and clear.

On the hand he had used for his most filthy, obscene acts, she was leaving her number.

“Is this… am I being too nosy?”

Only after she finished writing did she seem to think she might have overstepped, pulling her hand back with a slightly embarrassed smile.

Is this what happens when you get older?

But to him, it felt as if the tip of the pen she held was still pressing against his veins and tendons.

“No… Thank you so much for your consideration…”

Aiden held his wrist close to his chest and slowly backed away.

“Well, I’ll be going now. Again, I’m sorry for being late. Enjoy the milk.”

He practically fled. Staring down at the number, he felt it was etched far more deeply into his guilt than it was written in ink.

But he couldn’t even clench his fist, worried the sweat and his clothes might smudge it.

Only after he’d gotten on his parked bike and ridden down the hill until her house was a small speck did he pull out his phone.

His mind a mess, he kept fumbling with the power button before finally typing in the number.

Shortly after he saved it, a blue speech bubble appeared.

‘Available for iMessage.’

Just seeing that short phrase made Aiden’s heart pound excessively.

“…A real… number.”

A private space connecting him to her, obtained through her kindness. A chat window where he could send a message with a single press.

The fact that he could reach her so easily was, for someone burdened with guilt like him, an even more terrible temptation.

He stared at the screen for a long time before raising his thumb.

In the input field, impossible sentences began to form.

[You be careful not to catch a cold, too.]

[Thank you. For the mask and the candy.]

[You were… beautiful today.]

He couldn’t bring himself to press enter on any of them.

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Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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