Chapter 143: Covered in Sparkling Things [R-18]

“Hm? Answer me, Kang Seojin.”

Rio tightened his grip on the necklace, pulling it taut against the nape of her neck.

The silver chain dug into the back of his hand as if to slice it, and a stark red line bloomed on Seojin’s throat.

Snap—

The taut metal sent a strange, constricting pressure between bone and flesh.

“A dog collar should belong to the owner. It’s only natural. Why did you do it?”

Her jaw went slack.

Rio continued to pull the chain apart from both ends.

The slender links stretched tight, vibrating faintly before—finally—
Crack.

With a sharp metallic sound, the necklace broke. The expensive pendant slipped from the chain and fell, clattering weakly as it rolled across the floor.

A thin, red welt was clearly visible on the back of Rio’s hand.

The line left by the chain bruised into a bluish mark on his skin, like the ghost of a shackle that once was.

Seojin was still breathless, lying limp and drained beneath him.

There was nothing around her neck anymore.

“…There. That’s better,” Rio whispered lowly.

He let the broken chain fall from his fingers without a second thought and slowly leaned his body over Seojin’s.

Her consciousness had grown hazy, but her mind still lingered somewhere shallowly within her body. As if sensing this, Rio lowered his head to her chest without a sound.

“Wake up, darling.”

Crunch—

He bit down on one of her breasts in a single motion.

“Ngh…!”

A strangled breath, half-scream, escaped her lips.

The flesh of her breast was crushed between his teeth, then pulled hard. The deep imprint of his bite would surely leave a mark that wouldn’t fade for a long time.

Seojin’s eyes flew open in shock, and in that instant, without even lifting his mouth, Rio moved on to the other breast.

Once, twice. As if tearing into the raw flesh of his prey.

Next, her nape, her shoulder, the hollow beneath her collarbone. Everywhere he touched, he left marks not with his lips, but with his teeth. There was no softness.

His hard jaw and powerful bite pressed deep into her skin, and the saliva left behind by his tongue grew cool, sending a shiver down her spine.

“Congratulations. I—” Rio said, pressing his body deeper into hers.

“If you were testing to see how much I’d tolerate, you have your answer.”

His hips slammed down, his weight crushing her pelvis. With every grating scrape of bone and every powerful thrust—

“Hah…! Ah…!”

Her neck and back arched reflexively.

“Should I thank you? I never knew I could feel this kind of shitty emotion.”

He didn’t slow his pace.

He pushed her legs farther apart, grabbing her ass and breaking the rhythm.

Seojin’s body was shoved back and forth by his thrusts. In the midst of it all, Rio took her breast into his mouth again, biting down on the slick, wet nipple.

“Aack…!”

Milk seeped from her well-trained body into his mouth. Swallowing it all was no difficult task.

A mix of sensations, neither pain nor pleasure, washed over Seojin. Her mouth fell open, screaming at the empty air as she came undone, somewhere between a sob and a laugh.

Even in that moment, Rio didn’t miss a single spot, tightening his hold as he left his mark on her neck, her breasts, her waist, her inner thighs.

“Nice…”

Only the sound of breathing floated through the room.

Her entire body was hot and drenched in sweat, her inner thighs slick with semen.

Her heart was beating just slowly enough to keep her alive, but Seojin was so completely broken that she wondered if this was what it meant to simply exist.

He had always been a violent man, but she had never been dominated like this—twisted, flipped, and bitten all over.

Right now, she was left literally naked beneath him.

Rio was still looking down at her.

“……”

He reached out and tossed aside the last remaining things she wore. Her humanity was slipping away in the beast’s grasp.

Rio stood and walked not away from Seojin, but toward her dressing room.

From it, he took a ring, a pair of earrings, a necklace.

Click.

One by one, he opened the jewelry cases, carefully taking out each piece. Nearly all of them were custom-made, stamped with unique serial numbers, impossible to find anywhere else.

Seojin didn’t recognize all of them. They were simply things she had worn once, then placed in the showcase she treasured, locked away in a safe whose meaning lay in being closed.

But now, those very things she had been too careful to touch for fear of breaking them were being placed on her body, one by one, to the sound of his whistling.

A watch with a chain far heavier and more slender than the last was fastened around her wrist.

On her fingers, smooth, metallic rings, much more solid than the one she had worn today, slid on one by one at his touch.

The gift from Woo-chan, the one she had clung to for so long, had already been thrown into the trash by Rio. In its place, something as quiet and deep as a black pearl was slipped onto Seojin’s earlobe.

Last was the necklace.

Upon the long, slender column of her neck, over the red mark where the chain had tightened, a delicately glittering gold chain was now carefully laid.

Rio said nothing the entire time.

He was simply, delicately, and tenderly placing ‘his things’ back on her body, as if embroidering them one stitch at a time.

Then, he took the rest of the jewelry in his hand and let it cascade over her.

A thin, refined gold chain slid softly over the damp skin of her stomach. A crystal, clearer than glass, brushed past Seojin’s collarbone and rolled onto the sheets.

A few rings landed between her breasts, some staying there, rising and falling with each breath she took.

A small diamond set he had chosen himself landed with a soft thud on the sheet beside her jaw.

A thin, elegantly curved necklace, a bracelet, and another piece of jewelry from some other time. He slowly let them spill over her chest, each one boasting a beauty more restrained than the last.

The sound of metal touching skin, sweat seeping over it.

Her body seemed to be covered in expensive, beautiful trash, yet it was too radiant to be pitiful. It was more like a piece of performance art, completed by her body.

Things most people could never hope to obtain.
Rio had scattered all of it over her body, carelessly, without meaning.

Only then did he slowly cup the face of Seojin, who was staring at him blankly.

“That’s a little better.”

In the middle of the hand that caressed his beautiful masterpiece, the mark from the metal chain had spread into a bruise.

Rio smiled at that, too, whispering with satisfaction, as if she had paid the price he demanded.

His gaze wasn’t cold.

On the contrary, it was scorching hot, twisted with a chilling affection.

“I’m the only one who’s going to see… so I can do it to my taste, right? Darling.”

This was a declaration.

It wasn’t a comforting reassurance that she ‘didn’t need to dress up.’

It wasn’t a kind offer that ‘he would take care of everything.’

This was simply a declaration meant to instill in her the awareness that she was already his.

Because to me, you are already perfectly broken.

Seojin still didn’t answer. Her eyes, not yet returned to her senses, wavered. The jewels on her body were gradually cooling, clinging to her skin as if seeping into it.

Rio sat down beside her again.

Her damp cheeks. Her red lips.

The trickles of milk and the nipple bearing the imprint of his teeth.

On her neck, the mark of his hand, the line from the chain, the indentation from the pendant where he had pressed down hard.

Draped over it all, thin pieces of metal lay across her skin like scales, or perhaps like the jewels of a crown.

Rio sat beside her, gazing at the scene as if savoring it. All the jewelry he had ever given her was now scattered before him.

The image of a woman, not pure, but more radiant than anyone.

Lying there without moving a single fingertip, her body was a thing possessed by desire, yet surrounded by precious things, she looked like an idol of lust that no one could approach.

She was exhausted, broken… and in being violated, she had also been completed.

Rio reached out and picked up the watch that had fallen on her thigh. He brought it close to Seojin’s lips.

“Darling,” he called softly.

“You are the most beautiful thing in the world right now.”

His words were not a mockery.

At best, they were an appreciation; at worst, a curse that bordered on worship.

She was his very own sculpture, finally placed on this pedestal after he had defiled, destroyed, and broken her through every possible process.

A single tear slowly traced a path from the corner of Seojin’s eye.

It fell with a soft plink onto a glossy earring resting on her hair.

And just like that, even the tear seemed to become part of an expensive accessory, glittering beside her.

Rio nodded, satisfied, and shifted his body between her legs again.

“…Let’s go one more time,” he said.

“It’s because you’re so beautiful right now.”

Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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