Chapter 145: Broken Trust [R-18]

He murmured the words quietly to himself.

He had intended to get rid of her before he grew bored. To sever the disturbance of these incomprehensible emotions.

And yet, the Kang Seojin before him now was too perfect.

Bound and submissive, she was like a woman waiting with bated breath for his return.

Rio found that immensely pleasing.

“Could it be that I actually love you?”

He gathered the jewelry scattered across the sheets, tapping it with his fingers.

He let what he’d gathered fall around her again. A necklace chain, a stray earring, a watch, and a ring. The traces he had imposed upon the woman named Seojin were scattered about chaotically.

But even that disarray blended in like decorations gleaming faintly in the dim light, making her all the more beautiful.

Brushing the ornaments aside, Rio slowly parted her legs. Making a space for himself in the gap, he nonchalantly mounted her.

Her eyelids were still closed, her lips slightly dry. He bent down and pressed his lips to hers.

Their quiet breaths met. Her lips offered no resistance. Gently, as if touching fine cloth, his lips suckled hers.

As he pressed down and drew her lips in—

“…Ugh, mm…”

Her lips puckered, letting out a faint sound. It was Seojin’s voice. The corners of her mouth trembled slightly, and then her long, full eyelashes slowly lifted.

“……”

Her eyes, moist and reflecting the light, cautiously gazed up at him.

They were hazy eyes. The eyes of someone who couldn’t yet grasp the situation, only perceiving the man before her.

She had already tried to wrap her arms around him unconsciously. Though she acted reflexively, out of habit, her arms still wouldn’t move as she willed.

“…Rio…?”

At his name, which escaped her lips like a whisper, Rio let out a smirk.

He pressed his lips to hers once more. This time deeper, almost crushing them.

“Yeah. I’m here.”

He whispered, smiling affectionately. At the same time, with her arms still bound, he pushed himself very slowly inside her.

Her slightly resistant insides were once again being filled by him.

—The time she truly came to her senses was in the dark, heavy predawn hours. The curtains were still not fully closed, and a deep blue dawn light seeped through the gap.

An hour when all things should have been asleep.

But she opened her eyes in that profound stillness. The air was heavy. The chill seeping even under the covers was enough to make her body shrink instinctively.

Slowly, very slowly, her eyelids lifted.

Her vision was blurry, and the room was dark. Only the hazy light filtering through the gap in the curtains thinly outlined the shapes of things.

When she looked to the side, something heavy was resting on her shoulder.

The warmth of a body against her bare skin.

“……”

Seojin turned her head just a little. Right beside her, close enough for her breath to touch him, was Rio. He had no pillow.

He was shirtless, his arm wrapped around her shoulder, holding her. He was lying on top of the jewelry, on the cold metal, but he lay there as if it were nothing.

As if the foreign sensation or discomfort of the metal didn’t matter at all.

Seojin’s eyes widened. In relief, her lips trembled, and something hot surged up from within her chest.

The single fact that he was beside her—without a single word of forgiveness—made her feel, at least for this moment, that he was her everything.

…I want to be held.

She reflexively wanted to lift her arms and throw herself at him, but the painful pull on her wrists stopped her first.

“…Hk…!”

Helplessness filled her tightly shut eyes.

Seojin bit her lip in pain as she tried to move her arms. They had been pulled in the same position all day. Even though the restraints were soft cloth, her wrists and elbows were already stiff and numb.

“Rio…”

Her voice was so low it was almost inaudible. A name she barely managed to utter, driven by the sole desire to call to him.

At her voice, which dissipated into the air, Rio didn’t move.

Seojin desperately twisted her body, tilting her face just enough to barely reach him.

Her lips touched his cheek with difficulty. With her eyes closed, she carefully, slowly licked his cheek.

“Please wake up…”

Her voice was so hoarse, it wasn’t even a proper sound.

But again, as if leaning on his warmth, she pressed her lips to him. She chose a gentle method, thinking that waking him with a loud voice would only displease him.

“Rio…”

In that name, called out full of love, was the pain and hunger that his presence brought.

It was a plea to the man who had returned her senses to her, a woman who had been awake for less than two hours in nearly a full day.

Beside him, Seojin was barely proving her existence through kisses.

Seojin licked his cheek several times, until it was damp.

“…Rio…”

Her arms still hurt, and the numb tingling from her shoulders to her elbows made her vision swim, but what was harder to bear was the man’s indifference, his lack of reaction.

Even knowing he was asleep, she wanted him to look at her.

She belatedly realized her unbound legs were fine. Seojin slowly ran her leg down his, as if tracing it.

Delighted by the thought that this much contact might wake him, she stroked his calf, tickled his thigh, and tapped it lightly. A faint, soft smile on her face.

“…Mmm…”

A low, small breath. It was impossible to tell if the sound, seemingly made in his sleep, was a moan.

Seojin wrapped her legs around his waist.

What washed over her was longing. She could barely remember the night before, and his presence meant she had been broken all day, yet the desire came all the same.

For them, especially, love and lust were too closely intertwined.

I missed you…

The words didn’t come out, but Seojin simply rocked quietly against him.

It was as she was continuously pressing her hips against his sleeping erection, hoping for that one perfect moment of alignment despite her awkward and unsatisfying position, that she moaned.

“Ah… hngh, more…”

One of his eyes moved toward her.

“…Waking someone up at this hour, after they’ve come home from work… isn’t that bad manners?”

His voice was very low and rough, clearly still thick with sleep.

Seojin reflexively sucked in a breath. Her face flushed as if she’d been caught masturbating, and as she tried to cautiously avert her gaze, the realization that he was watching her made tears well up in her eyes again.

“Ngh, I’m sorry…”

She wanted him. So she didn’t want to be hated.

Rio silently looked down at her as she rubbed her exhausted body against him, as if begging him to wake up.

A smile touched one side of his lips. As if just returning to reality from a dream, he regained his senses, then slowly looked at the cloth binding her arms.

“I told you to be good.”

Rio shifted. With her legs still wrapped around his waist, his hand slid down the inside of her thigh.

“So… were you?”

“—Ah…!”

His hand slid between her legs, his fingers pushing deeper inside as if parting the thin slit.

Rio laughed.

“Why no answer?”

Two fingers delved inside her without hesitation. As if to check whether she was wet, he swept them along her inner walls and stirred once, his gaze never leaving her face for a single moment.

“It’s the weekend, so you waking me up like this earns you a lot of bonus points—”

His fingers spread inside her as if stretching.

Her damp insides yielded softly, and Seojin’s pupils dilated.

“…Ngh, ahh…!”

Rio pulled his body closer.

He settled his weight over her open hips, teasing her clit with his erection while his fingers toyed with her inside.

“Yeah, I was sleeping so well…”

Seojin’s breath trembled shallowly. She turned her head away, her lips barely moving as she mumbled intermittently.

“Sorry… for waking you…”

One arm was still tied high above her, and sensation was fading from her immobile wrist, but she was enduring even that.

No, she wanted to say she had been enduring it. She hoped the fact that she had waited for him endlessly would seem at least a little commendable to him.

“…But… my arm… it hurts… I’m hungry, too…”

With each honest word she uttered, her voice cracked, but it was clearly filled with emotion.

“I want you to hold me…”

A moment of silence passed.

Rio’s gaze slowly swept over her face. Though her whole body was a wreck, her tear-filled eyes were clear, and her tear-streaked cheeks were flushed red.

“…Still, you were good…?”

With those words, he gave her bound arm a very slight shake. Forcing her trembling lips into something like a smile, she gave a small nod.

“Mhm? I… I didn’t try to run away… I didn’t contact anyone. I didn’t go anywhere…”

Her words were like the whisper of a child desperate for approval. Rio’s lips relaxed into a small smile. The dark eyes revealed beneath his eyelids trembled slightly.

As if in response, with a sudden flick, his fingers twisted and stimulated her moist inner walls.

“Haha…”

His two fingers spread and then closed again, and Rio moved as if enjoying the elastic tightness of her insides.

And then he pressed down—hard.

“Yes. Boring and good.”

Seojin tried to arch away, but her arm was pulled taut, and even the act of twisting her hips only intensified the stimulation.

“But, darling.”

Rio’s hand swirled once, slick fluid dripping between his fingers.

“How can I believe you now?”

Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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