Chapter 111: Video Selfie [R-18]

“Kang Seojin, my pretty puppy.”

He chuckled and whispered in her ear.

The phone on the table was propped up, its red recording light still blinking.

The two of them sat side-by-side in the middle of the sofa. Over the shoulder of Seojin, who was half-embraced in Rio’s arm, her face was faintly visible on the screen.

Her lips were wet, and her eyelashes trembled faintly.

“…Mmm.”

Rio’s hand slipped under her t-shirt. On the screen, only his forearm could be seen moving above her chest, but that only served to stimulate the imagination more.

“Stay still.”

He whispered curtly and moved his hand.

A caress that drew a slow curve, as if cupping and pressing her. Wherever his fingertips touched, she shifted subtly, and her every reaction was captured on screen.

“Hah…”

Without thinking, she rubbed her thighs together, unable to even turn her head. Below the camera’s view, the inside of her lower abdomen was helpless against the lewd stimulation of his probing hand.

He whispered, as if licking her ear.

“You should look at the camera, shouldn’t you?”

The moment he rolled her nipple with his thumb from inside her shirt, her body twisted, pushing back against him. On the phone screen, her expression seemed to bleed to the very edges.

It was as if the camera captured only her reactions—the sound of her swallowing, the tremor in her breath, the stimulation of his fingertips tracing circles on her breast, all revealed in the subtle spasms beneath her skin.

He gently turned her face toward the phone, as if to make her watch her own undone state.

“…Ngh…!”

When she tried to lower her head in shame, he tilted her chin up.

“You’re beautiful.”

She hadn’t been undressed yet, but she felt almost completely exposed.

The t-shirt was bunched up above her breasts, her nipples peeking tautly through the fabric. After checking that the camera was capturing it clearly, Rio slipped his hand behind her back.

Click. Her bra came undone, and her body jolted on screen.

“Haa… How far… are you going to go…?”

Rio laughed softly and gently pushed her down. The screen still showed him angled over her, half-covering her body.

Her eyes were closed, but the breath brushing past her lips had grown heavier, and her cheeks were flushed a deep red.

As Rio’s hand slipped inside her disheveled underwear, the recording video remembered for her just how her body reacted.

From that moment, Rio began to caress her even more slowly.

As if showing her off to someone beyond the screen. No, more than that, it was like a desire to record her in this moment as a one-of-a-kind treasure.

He soon pushed her t-shirt up completely. His gaze drank in her every reaction—the flinch, the arch of her back—as he slid his fingertips along her curves.

Her large breasts filled the screen as his hand, touching her nipple, began to trace circles. At that, Seojin furrowed her brow and unconsciously curled her hips.

“Mmm…”

A small sound. That single word came alive on the screen.

“Everything. Just like always.”

Rio was serious. Her every reaction—her moans, her shame, the way she averted her eyes, and yet still sank into the sensation—all of it, her in this very moment captured by the camera, was so lovely to him.

He slid his hand under her hips and slowly pressed her down, deeper into the couch.

His lips traveled along her collarbone, pausing to catch his breath at the nape of her neck. Each time the tip of his tongue gently licked her skin, Seojin’s hands clenched.

“…Haaa…”

“Relax.”

He gave a silent smile and stroked her thigh. As his hand moved slowly inward, and then deeper, her body wept without a sound.

Making love. That was the perfect expression for it.

Rio held her in his arms, caressing her endlessly, waiting for her body to be ready, for every sensation to fill her up like water.

“Sweetheart, try saying no again. Not when you’re this turned on.”

It was true.

Seojin really was getting excited by every one of Rio’s teasing words. This moment, steeped in shame, was paradoxically heightening her senses, making them more acute.

Her lips were half-parted, and with every shallow breath that escaped near his ear, the corners of Rio’s mouth lifted higher.

“Should we stop now?”

he asked in a whisper. His hand was still stroking the line of her waist, and on the phone screen, her cheeks were stained crimson.

In response to his question, Seojin simply shook her head. Her languid love was answered with her own unrestrained affection.

Rio smiled faintly and waited for her to move.

Before long, Seojin squeezed her thighs together. She carefully wrapped them around Rio’s hips and began to gently grind against him.

There were no direct words, but her movements spoke clearly.

That it was time for him to enter.

“…”

“Say it.”

Rio’s breath tickled her ear, carrying both playfulness and a persistent demand. Seojin furrowed her brow in embarrassment and tried to look away, but Rio’s hand once again tilted her chin up.

“Kang Seojin.”

He said her name, looking down at her with calm eyes.

“…I want you… inside me.”

A small voice, but it was clear. The words, uttered with a tremble as she lowered her eyelids, instantly thickened the air in the room.

Rio slowly raised the corners of his mouth and, instead of answering, kissed the back of her head.

“…What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.”

He’d heard her perfectly well. When he tilted his head playfully and asked again, Seojin tried to whip her face away. But Rio wouldn’t let her.

Instead, he kept her chin tilted up and guided her gaze toward the phone.

Seojin’s fingertips tensed as she hesitated for a moment.

But in the end—

“…Mmm.”

She couldn’t overcome the twitching desire in her lower belly. Knowing full well she was being recorded, she opened her mouth.

“Put it in me… Rio.”

He was a man who knew all too well what a shameful confession those words were, and what it had taken for her to say them. He lowered his head and pressed a light kiss to her lips.

“Alright. Since my pretty puppy asked.”

He pushed her panties aside and thrust down into her. She was already more than wet enough, a fact that made the corners of Rio’s mouth pull back even deeper.

Rio lifted her leg slightly, hooking it over his thigh not far from the phone’s view.

And with that, the frame began to clearly capture her ragged breaths, her flushed face, and even the outline of their joined hips.

“Holding your breath?”

At his whisper, Seojin quietly nodded. But in that instant—

Shove.

In a single movement, Rio pushed inside her.

“…Ahk!”

A short, breathless scream. On screen, her neck arched back and her eyelids squeezed shut. Rio paused, savoring her reaction, watching as she took him deeper inside her.

“Pervert.”

“…Mmm…! N-no…!”

“You say that to me all the time… How about we both admit it?”

He pushed forward, then pulled back. And again, thrusting deeper. The walls of her vagina enveloped him, growing wetter, and her ragged gasps were etched into the video’s audio.

“Seojin-ah.”

“…Ngh…!”

He pushed her hips up higher. The frame captured the heavy sway of her breasts and her entire body rocking in time with the rhythm of his thrusts.

“Let’s compare just how much more honest you get for the camera as we go.”

“Haah…! Ah, Rio…!”

Seojin’s body trembled violently. Lying half-reclined on the sofa, wrapped in Rio’s arms, she was pushing her hips up against his thigh.

Though she was twisted to the side, her legs were instinctively spread, and the heat that pushed inside with his every movement coiled around her core.

Slap—

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh, of her slick wetness welcoming him. The screen recorded the sight and sound of their fierce coupling just as it was.

“Hah… there… st-stop…!”

But her body’s reaction was the exact opposite. She pushed her hips forward, urging his on, and Rio laughed, wrapping his arms around her thighs.

“You want it… deeper?”

“Yes… Yes, Rio… put it in… all the way…!”

Knowing this, Rio pulled her shoulders close and drove his hips deep. Seojin’s body bucked in response, and she bit her lip, squeezing her tear-filled eyes shut.

“Nnngh…! Hah… haaa…!”

Rio didn’t slow his tempo. Though he knew how much she was trembling, he kept pounding into her as if to melt that very tremor away.

Her climax came like a collapse.

She fell apart in Rio’s arms, her legs spread wide as she gasped for breath. Rio came deep inside her, breathing hotly against her ear.

“I love you.”

Everything on the sofa fell still, as if frozen. On the screen, the fabric of the sofa rippled along with the couple’s ragged breathing, and her legs were still limp.

Having savored even the afterglow of their lovemaking, Seojin was turning toward Rio’s embrace on the sofa, her hips twitching with lingering embarrassment, when he spoke.

“Sweetheart, it’s still recording. Should we go for another round?”

At his words, Seojin jolted, turning back and scrambling to reach for the phone.

“…You’re insane…”

● REC. As she pressed down hard on the red dot—

‘Saving…’

Only then did the screen quietly go dark.

Seojin buried her face, catching her breath and trembling silently. Rio hugged her tightly from behind, showering her with kisses like a blanket.

“I knew it. I should make a collection.”

“…Whatever… Don’t do things like this with my new phone, you idiot…”

Seojin wanted to snap at him for revealing such a grand ambition, but she couldn’t even bring herself to turn and face him.

Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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