Chapter 142: Breath Control [R-18]

One night, several weeks later, Rio was on top of her, as always.

Beneath the half-discarded duvet, Seojin was crumbling bit by bit at the tips of his fingers.

His lips on the nape of her neck, the slick pressure below her waist. With each thrust, and then another…

“…Hah…!”

Her breathing grew ragged. Seojin placed her hands on Rio’s back, letting out shallow moans in time with his rhythm.

“Lately—”

A smile played on Rio’s lips as he brushed a hand over the shell of her ear and asked, “The earrings. You wear them every day, don’t you?”

Seojin flinched at his words but quickly offered an awkward smile, lightly touching her earlobe with her fingertips. Her head was turned slightly, still pinned beneath him.

“You said… they looked good on me…”

At that, Rio let out a low laugh, this time touching his tongue to her earlobe.

“—I did.”

His tongue playfully nudged the earring.

With a mischievous grin, he made her spread her legs wider and began to slowly push his hips forward.

“Of course. To wear something so pretty—”

His hand tightened on her thigh.

“—while spreading your legs so vulgarly. How could it not suit you?”

“Ngh… Ah, ah…!”

As if on cue, Rio thrust into her again, roughly this time. Seojin tried to hold back, but she couldn’t stop the moans from escaping her lips.

The glittering earrings on her earlobes trembled with Rio’s every movement.

Each time he saw them shake, it was as if he was reaffirming that she was still beneath him, and he relentlessly pushed up into her.

The sight of Seojin, wearing another man’s earrings while always moaning beneath him, was infuriating—and, for that very reason, lovely.

“Haaah… Haah…”

Her breaths kept landing on his shoulder.

Rio lifted his head and gazed steadily into her eyes. He saw the faint traces of guilt left in them, a sense of relief he failed to notice, and—

Still, a loyalty directed toward him.

He liked that. The fact that he knew everything, and that she still had no idea.

The earrings swayed, sharp and clear before his eyes.

…Lee Woo-chan.

He didn’t say the name out loud, but Rio knew at once. For Seojin, who never indulged in luxuries, there was only one person who would give her something like this.

And knowing that, he pinned her beneath the sheets.

Unaware of Rio’s little game, Seojin smiled once more and said, “…I like this… ah…!”

Rio smiled slowly.

“Don’t worry. I’m going to keep going.”

He pushed her legs apart with his thighs. Then, bracing himself on his arms, he slowly lowered his hips into her.

All the way to the end, as if in a mating press.

“Carve this into your body, darling.”

“…Hh… Ah, ahh…!”

Seojin’s body trembled again. The earrings dangling from her earlobes swayed with a soft clink, mingling with the sound of their colliding breaths on the bed.

As time passed under his silent watch, the next item appeared: a watch.

Seojin had thought it unnecessary since she had a phone, but the small, black fashion watch suited her well, as she often wore formal attire.

The sleek curve resting on her slender wrist felt awkward at first, but now, whenever it peeked out from between her cuffs, it made Seojin look somehow more put-together.

Next came the layered rings.

“Mmm…”

The first day she wore them, Seojin found the rings, more than anything else, uncomfortable when she typed.

But when they slipped, she would stretch her fingers and painstakingly try to push them back into place.

“If even this is uncomfortable for you—a big stone would be impossible.”

Even though that would surely be more valuable. Rio teased her with a laugh, but after just smiling vaguely, she was wearing the rings again a few days later.

She looked accustomed to them now, as if she had slowly gotten used to the feel.

Later, when she lost one of them, she was deeply disappointed but seemed to accept it as something that couldn’t be helped.

She had worn them diligently while she had them, cherished both the rings and herself wearing them, and had done her best to find the lost one. It was a shame, but she could let it go.

The last item was a necklace.

A single, high-quality metal chain with a simple, small, and elegant line.

Resting demurely on the thin collarbone below the nape of her neck, it no longer looked awkward at all.

Sitting on the sofa, Rio watched idly as Seojin changed her clothes. He slowly approached and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

Through the still-unbuttoned front of her shirt, the watch, rings, and necklace passed through his line of sight in succession.

Finally, he looked at her ears. Still the same earrings.

“You’re quite the expert at accessorizing now. I thought you said it was uncomfortable.”

With a slight lift of his lips, Rio pressed a kiss below her earlobe.

His voice was light and playful, but his gaze was as cold and deep as something seen through a pane of glass.

Seojin’s body tensed for a moment before she turned her head as if nothing was wrong.

“Ah, yes. I just thought… this is about how much everyone else wears.”

There weren’t many people to compare herself to.

The office was a place for work, so that was one thing. But her friends on social media, who showered her with compliments, saying she looked good when she dressed up…

Rio.

And his women, who made the most of the few opportunities they were given.

Rio reached down and began to pull the ring from her finger.

Seojin watched him for a moment before obediently offering her hand. Rio slid it onto his own finger, then patted her head.

“There.”

But the problem came that night.

With Seojin’s legs thrown over his shoulders, Rio was fucking her, pinning her completely beneath him.

The duvet was pushed away in a messy heap, and several buttons on Seojin’s shirt had come undone without her noticing.

Through the gap, the thin metal chain trickled down to rest below her wet collarbone.

“……”

Rio stared intently at the necklace that had caught his eye, then slowly slid his hand beneath it.

As the back of his hand pushed into the valley of her breasts and slipped under the pendant, Seojin flinched at the brush against the sensitive area.

“Hh… Rio…!”

“Darling.”

Rio’s voice was low and slow. He was smiling, but it was a cold smile.

“Another one. The watch, the rings, the earrings… and now a necklace. You’re going to wear this every day too, aren’t you?”

For a second, Seojin flinched, wondering if he knew, but there was no time for conversation.

His fingers traced the chain of the necklace, pushing the pendant up to her throat.

Simultaneously, his hand wrapped around her nape as if to seize it, and then, just like that, he began to press down on her windpipe.

“—Kkh, hhh…!”

Seojin’s eyes flew open in shock. With her body completely pinned down, the delicate pendant dug into the sore spot as his fingers tightened around her neck.

For the first time, Rio realized it with absolute certainty.

He was fucking infuriated.

He’d honestly thought it would be fine. Seojin was a bit tamer and quieter than his usual women. He’d figured she would just play with it for a bit and then stop.

The fact that it was Lee Woo-chan?

He hadn’t cared much, since the man was ultimately subservient to her. In fact, he wouldn’t have even considered letting Seojin go to a man of any lesser caliber.

There was no sense of ennui. Seojin and Woo-chan weren’t in love; they merely respected each other. To this day, she still only had Rio. So he’d thought it was all fine.

But it wasn’t fine. Seeing another man’s goodwill hanging around the neck of the woman beneath him, her mouth open and her legs spread, was fucking infuriating.

Rio pushed his rigid cock in to the hilt and whispered, “…But I can’t very well overlook a leash on another man’s bitch, can I?”

His hand tightened. Seojin tried to draw a breath, but he pressed down heavily, as if savoring even that small reaction.

“Ah…! Ugh, ghh…!”

The suffocating pain was immediate.

At some point, no sound came out even when she opened her mouth. Her pupils dilated, her focus wavering.

Instinctively, Seojin reached out and grabbed Rio’s wrist. His fingers were still tangled in the thin metal chain, wrapped around her nape.

As her throat was squeezed, her whole body tensed, and the walls of her vagina clamped down hard. Rio reveled in the wave of pleasure that followed, the thrilling sensation of his cock ramming against her cervix.

No oxygen entered her open mouth. Her mind went blank, her face turned red, and the skin around the pendant he was pressing down on turned white from the pressure.

Rio’s own breathing was growing heavy, but his eyes were cold and animalistic.

Her hands, which hadn’t resisted him in so long, clawed weakly at his arm.

With what little strength she had left, her nails scraped his arm, her hand gripping his wrist. But no matter how hard she fought to survive, the unyielding grip of his hand only made her suffer more.

Her breath couldn’t escape, and tears welled in her eyes.

To live—solely to survive—Seojin clawed indiscriminately at the back of his hand, his fingers, his forearm, anything to get him off her throat.

But her strength was fading.

The nails that had been tearing at his skin soon went limp, and her hand dropped, lifeless.

Just as Seojin’s vision began to blur…

“Hah…”

Rio let out a cold breath and looked down at the necklace resting demurely below her collarbone.

That thin, elegant metal chain.

Even now, it was pressed against her windpipe, cutting off her breath within his grasp.

He released the pressure and ran a fingertip down the pendant in a straight line, tracing it over her throat.

Then his fingers traced the chain in reverse, pushing it along her collarbone. Thin scratches, like marks left by a ring, were drawn on the line of her neck.

“It really suits you…”

He whispered.

“You… and that bastard must have thought so too, right?”

His smile was utterly light, but with the madness in his eyes, he was no longer a man to be reasoned with.

Rio reached out again, slipping his hand inside the necklace chain.

Seojin’s head had already lolled to the side. Her eyes were half-rolled back, her body completely limp.

He wasn’t about to tighten his grip again, leaving more angry red handprints and a deep bruise in the shape of the pendant on her neck.

“This.”

He wrapped the not-so-long necklace around his hand. The pain of the metal chain digging into the back of his hand immediately found him.

As the metal pulled taut, a long red mark began to appear on his hand. His pale, sexy skin started to swell, turning red where it was crushed.

He didn’t shy away from the sensation, enjoying it as he began to twist the chain from side to side as if trying to tear it apart.

“…I can break this, right?”

Rio asked languidly, but Seojin’s head just hung limply, half-unconscious.

“Hm? Answer me, darling.”

Rio kissed her limp shoulder.

And with a smile slipping from his lips, he pulled on her leash, again and again.

If it didn’t break, her neck just might.

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Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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