Chapter 115: A Mysterious Call [R-18]

“Ah, ahh…!”

But in the next moment, Seojin’s back arched high, her body pulling taut. The sensation that shot through her, all the way to her fingertips, was nothing short of a full-body tremor.

For a fleeting instant, her vision flashed and went completely white.

A spark, as if something had burst somewhere deep inside. After that, she felt nothing.

Her mind went blank. Seojin’s body shuddered violently before collapsing bonelessly into Rio’s arms.

“…Did she pass out?”

He didn’t look the least bit surprised. In fact, he was smiling.

His breath hitched, catching on the lingering afterglow. It was as if this wasn’t a war or a battle… but the defenseless surrender that only a woman named Kang Seojin could offer.

When he caressed her cheek, her long lashes fluttered lightly beneath her damp brow.

“To think she’d beg me for everything, right to the very end.”

His tone was laced with a quiet sigh, but the corners of his lips were curled in a sensual smirk.

“She doesn’t even know her own limits… When she gets like this, how am I supposed to hold back?”

Rio slowly lowered his torso, feeling the sound of her breathing next to his ear.

Her back rose and fell with each shallow breath, and her eyelids, settled in a daze, showed no sign of opening.

Holding her like that, he cupped one of her buttocks with his palm while his other hand gently smoothed her disheveled hair.

“Kang Seojin.”

No single emotion could accurately describe the low voice that called her name. But one thing was certain: he had a crippling weakness for this woman when she was like this.

No matter how perverse or fickle he was, the sight of Seojin, unconscious and cradled beneath him, was enough to focus all his instincts on her.

“……Nngh…”

After a long moment of only soft breathing, her body trembled again with a small moan.

Seojin’s fingers weakly clenched the side of Rio’s waist. Her hair, which had been tied up high, had come undone and was now spilling down her back.

On the bare skin of her back were the imprints of his fingers; on her chest, only the flushed heat left by her ragged breaths remained.

“……Rio…”

A breath, barely a voice, escaped her lips. Her eyelids trembled and slowly lifted, her unfocused eyes gradually taking in his face.

With a weak exhale, she simply gazed up at him with melted eyes.

Rio caressed her cheek again. And at his touch, Seojin’s head leaned into his hand. She nuzzled against his palm as if it were a pillow.

“I’m so tired…”

Her voice was a fifty-fifty mix of a coquettish charm and a petulant complaint, her words trailing off as if she’d only just realized how spent she was.

He stroked her hair with one hand, then slowly pulled his body away from hers. He had considered thrusting into her again, but instead, he pulled out, leaving a pleasant, lingering sensation. He lay down beside her and briefly closed his eyes—

Thud. A small sound.

Seojin was sitting up and moving toward him. Her body was limp, but her cheeks were flushed and her lips trembled with a shy, cautious air.

Lowering her head slightly, she approached him, placed a small hand on his thigh, and slowly dropped her gaze.

Then, she lowered her head and pressed her lips against him.

“Nn… slurp…”

The movements of her tongue and lips were soft and gentle. Though she was already pliant from several orgasms, in that moment, she didn’t seem to mind what had just been inside her, meeting his gaze with an affectionate look.

“Hnmm…”

A breath escaped him before any words could. Rio placed a hand on top of her head and slowly brushed her hair back.

She took his cock softly into her mouth, looking up at him with wet eyes. Instead of being the one spread open beneath him, she was now the one finishing him off.

Her once-dry lips were now so very devoted. A tender touch she had learned without ever being taught.

Seojin looked up into his eyes, not closing her own. Her gaze was thick and melted, and within it was a simple, profound awareness: I am yours.

Rio found himself completely captivated by those eyes.

Power surged into his hips. Her mouth was soft and warm, enclosing him completely with love, holding him tight.

“I’m coming.”

The words were muttered like a warning. But Seojin just closed her eyes, wrapped her arms more tightly around his waist, and nodded.

Thump—

A moment later, his lips twisted, his abdomen clenched as if it would snap, and a searing heat filled the back of Seojin’s throat.

“Ngh…!”

His expression as he collapsed, head thrown back, and the faint white trace left on the corner of his lips when he opened his eyes slightly.

For her, it was a moment of reward. Seojin slowly licked it all away, taking a few shallow breaths.

“Now, I’m really tired…”

As she mumbled this and collapsed against him, Rio quietly pulled her into his arms. Cradled in his embrace, Seojin rested her cheek against his chest.

Her eyelids drooped. A warmth greater than the midday sun slowly heated the cooling sheets.

The room was silent.

The night air had begun to drift in from beyond the curtains. Under the soft lighting, only the disheveled silhouettes of two people remained on the bed.

Seojin slowly opened her eyes. Her hair was loose, tangled around her neck, and her cheeks were still flushed red.

“…Nngh…”

Her body ached terribly from their more intense-than-usual session.

As if reacting to the sound, Rio turned his head. He was still beside her, one arm wrapped around her waist, his eyes closed with a slight frown.

Her exhausted sigh seemed like a complaint, but the small smile that followed as she caught her breath seemed to show an attachment, a reluctance to let go of her connection with Rio.

Seojin gently brushed Rio’s long hair away from his face.

Her fingertips traced over his forehead, his eyebrows, the fine lines of his face. This was the man she had been pinned under just moments ago, swallowing her screams.

Now, he was here, so close, peacefully beside her. But before she could fully enjoy the sight of this man who looked like an angel only when he slept, Rio caught her wrist.

“You’re awake?”

“…Yeah.”

“Not hungry?”

“A little.”

Rio slowly sat up. As his body emerged from the blankets, Seojin was hit with a brief chill.

She instinctively tried to follow him, only to swallow a pained sound as a throbbing ache shot through her legs.

“Let’s wash up and get something to eat. You need to get your strength back.”

“……”

“Don’t want to get up?”

“…Nngh, just give me a minute…”

In response, she buried her face in the pillow again. But Rio’s hand slipped under the covers, his fingers brushing against her thigh in a ticklish stroke—

“Heek?!”

She instinctively curled up. Her thigh, still sensitive, trembled.

“Stop—don’t, really…”

“You don’t seem that tired.”

As Rio laughed with a playful look, Seojin grumbled softly.

“You should try testing the limits of your own flexibility…”

“Ah, here?”

He lightly touched her thigh again, and Seojin whipped around, turning her back to him.

Her cheeks were flushed bright red. The corners of her lips were turned up slightly, but it was a suppressed smile.

Rio swung his legs off the bed and said, “I’ll go run the bath. Come quick.”

Only after he had been gone for some time did Seojin finally lift the covers and sit up.

Her whole body was sore, and a faint throb still lingered between her thighs, but she froze at the sound of a soft vibration.

…My phone…?

No one ever called her. But she unconsciously reached for the familiar buzzing sound on the bedside table.

The name on the screen, however, was:

[Park Ui-hyeop]

“…?”

An unfamiliar name. For a moment, she just stared at the screen.

Then she quickly looked over the phone and realized it wasn’t hers. It was the same model, and neither had a case.

“Rio…”

Seojin called his name, but the bathroom door was closed, and her voice was undoubtedly lost in the sound of the shower.

With no other choice, she braced herself against the wall, then grabbed the living room sofa to steady herself before the call disconnected.

“Rio, you have a call.”

At her words, the sound of the water stopped. A voice came from beyond the door.

“Who is it?”

“Um… Park Ui-hyeop…?”

Click.

The door opened, and a dripping Rio emerged from the steamy bathroom. Wet hair clung to his neck, and his annoyed eyes were visible over the water streaming down his shoulders.

Without a word, he snatched the phone from Seojin’s hand. But the call, having rung for quite a while, had already disconnected.

“Ha… shit.”

Rio cursed under his breath, then turned his head toward Seojin.

“Go on in. Before the water gets cold.”

At his words, Seojin cautiously took a step toward the bathroom as Rio, phone in hand, tapped the screen. The look he shot over his shoulder was calm, but his eyes were anything but ordinary.

The last thing she saw before she disappeared behind the wall was him, one hand on his hip, his voice smooth and polite despite the tension he couldn’t hide.

“—Director Park. Yes, of course.”

Closing the bathroom door behind her, Seojin let out a quiet breath. The warm steam filling the room slowly eased the tension in her shoulders, but her mind was still full of Rio’s voice.

—Director Park.

It was unfamiliar. Hearing him add a title of respect like that. And in such a low, careful tone.

The Rio she knew was always arrogant and leisurely. A man who never hesitated to belittle someone, who had no qualms about cutting a meeting short just because he was bored.

I don’t think he even spoke to his family like that.

That expression of respect he had shown for that brief moment. Seojin looked at herself in the mirror and tilted her head slightly.

Director Park… Who’s that?

As she dipped a foot into the tub, she unconsciously flinched. The skin where the lukewarm water touched was sensitive.

But what remained even more sensitive was Rio’s attitude. She slowly sank into the tub, murmuring quietly to herself.

“…There’s so much I don’t know.”

She reflexively reached out a hand and splashed water on her face. In its reflection was her own expression, at once familiar and strange.

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Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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