Chapter 150: Because It’s Cold Outside [R-18]

Rio held Seojin in his arms and got on the elevator.

Standing before a door he hadn’t visited in a while, he pressed his fingerprint to the sensor and said, “This feels strange.”

It wasn’t the first or second time he’d brought an ex-lover home, but what was he to do with this lovely woman, now his lover again, nestled so deeply in his arms?

A ticklish smile played on his lips.

The door opened to greet them with quiet darkness.

The silence was so profound it was hard to believe anyone lived there. The moment he turned on the lights, the interior was revealed to be as empty as a hotel room.

A thin layer of dust had settled on the furniture, and on the floor lay a half-rumpled coat he had intended to wear out but had left behind.

“…”

It’s too thin a coat to wear now. As Seojin looked up at him, Rio simply shrugged.

As if to say there was no need to look any further, he took off his suit jacket, tossed it on top of the coat, and immediately led Seojin to the bathroom.

“You’re cold.”

Rio sat Seojin down in the open space next to the tub and turned on the hot water.

Along with the sound of water running through metal pipes, the air in the bathroom quickly filled with steam. He took a towel from the still-shallow tub and soaked it.

“Mm… I’m okay.”

Seojin watched him, a familiar sight in a familiar scene.

Her eyelids and the tips of her lashes were still damp, and her cheeks were red as if chapped by the wind. Still, finding it surreal that he was moving and speaking right before her, she repeatedly forced her weary eyelids open.

Rio wrung the heavy excess water from the soaked towel, then pressed it to Seojin’s face, starting with her eyelids and moving to her cheeks.

His touch was erasing the frozen traces of her tears, one by one. From her forehead, down her cheeks, along her jawline—

Each time his fingertips, so gentle they could melt her, made contact, Seojin unknowingly closed her eyes and breathed quietly.

“Your body is so cold.”

Without pausing the hand holding the towel, Rio quietly looked down at her face. In truth, he was examining her up close, taking in every detail.

The ends of her eyebrows, the corners of her eyes, the tip of her nose, the area around her lips, her chin… Seojin’s face, which he hadn’t seen for a while.

How had she lived during their time apart? He thought he would find the traces of it here.

“…”

But for now, it was just a face swollen from crying. A complex emotion that could be called neither fond nor pitiful was reflected in his eyes.

The towel that had been on her cheeks was now replaced by the back of his hand, wiping her jawline.

“Your skin has gotten rough. Is it because of the winter?”

Coarsened skin, dry lips, finely chapped backs of her hands.

Though her youthful and healthy beauty remained, the finer details couldn’t be helped. After leaving her life with him, Seojin had worked hard at a restaurant, even helping as a kitchen assistant.

But his mind was filled with only ominous and sinister thoughts, just like him.

For example, had she grown accustomed to being treated carelessly by some fucking bastard who was only after her looks? Was that why she had sought him out, because things had gotten too hard?

“Really?”

In her drafty house, she didn’t put anything on her face and only washed it with water. Seojin was just a little embarrassed.

The moment the towel, having finished with her face and hands, was about to move down past her knees, Seojin flinched anxiously and stopped him in a small voice.

“M-my feet… I’ll wash them… I worked today, and I haven’t been able to wash up yet…”

At her words, Rio looked up at Seojin and, as if to say not a chance, placed her foot on his lap.

“You worked on Christmas?”

A gentle question, asked as he peeled off her sock.

“Doing what kind of work?”

“At a restaurant. Just… a neighborhood diner.”

Hearing that, Rio let out a small laugh. “Aha.”

He wiped the top of her foot with the wet towel. Overgrown cuticles, the marks of standing on cold, dry floors for a long time.

As he wiped away the traces that hadn’t been there when she lived in his house, Rio suddenly stopped. Then, without a word, he lifted the sole of her foot and pressed his lips to it.

“…Hh?! Rio!”

Startled, Seojin placed a hand on his head as if to push him away, hastily pulling her foot back and protesting.

He had always liked smelling her, after all.

“Why? This part of you seems to have worked the hardest today.”

“Still… it’s my foot… and it’s not fully clean yet.”

“I never said I was only going to clean you with a towel.”

Rio playfully stuck out his tongue slightly—as if biting it between his lips. At his expression, which was lewder than any words, Seojin pressed her lips together and averted her gaze.

“You can’t do that…”

Though she looked flustered, she darted her eyes around, then reached out her arms in a gesture that seemed to both block his touch and ask for an embrace.

“Don’t do that… Can’t you do this instead…?”

Even as she acted coy, there was a childish plea in the way she pushed herself into his arms, asking to be held.

Pretending he couldn’t resist, Rio finally pulled her in by the waist.

In his arms, which wrapped lightly around her entire body, Seojin felt a sense of security and happiness fill her to the brim.

But there was no way Rio would give in so meekly.

He had held her as she asked, but he couldn’t ignore the distinct volume he felt from her body as she hugged him.

Thanks to that, in the brief moment of their embrace, her protruding chest pressed against his dress shirt, and his hand, not missing the opportunity, slipped stealthily beside her folded breasts.

They were heavy, soft breasts, still too large to be handled with just one hand.

“This should be enough.”

Brushing her neckline with his chin, Rio whispered slowly.

Though wrapped in underwear, the rest of her was just bare skin against a cotton t-shirt. Each time she was pressed against Rio’s chest, her breasts changed shape as they made contact.

“…Nngh…”

A soft, shy breath escaped her. Rio’s lips curled up at the sound.

“Does this still come out?”

When Seojin gave a small nod instead of answering,

“What have you been doing all this time?”

He lightly grabbed her waist and pulled up the hem of her shirt.

It didn’t take long to peel off the pure cotton t-shirt. Because she would sweat if she kept moving around, she had only been wearing underwear underneath.

His gaze settled on her exposed skin, devouring it.

“It hurts when your breasts get full, doesn’t it?”

As her face was hidden by the shirt, his strangely jealous gaze fell upon her, wondering if she had kept some man around who could be easily found if needed.

He pulled the cotton shirt completely off over her shoulders, then reached a hand behind her back and flicked the bra clasp with his fingertips.

Click. The bra came undone with a familiar sound.

“A… a breast pump…”

Seojin answered, stroking his slightly longer hair. Rio smiled in satisfaction.

His hands were already peeling the bra off, following the straps as they slid down her shoulders.

The moment it came off, her white breasts sprang free. Released from his touch, her breasts yielded to gravity, falling heavily as the space between them naturally widened.

“Wow. Are you going to show me how you use it next time?”

It wasn’t just about their size. The firm, overlapping lines. On top of the immaculately swollen nipples, a tiny droplet of milk had formed, as if about to drip but holding back.

At least they were milky-white breasts, with no traces of another man.

“Eh?”

She mumbled, trying to cover her chest, but Rio caught her hands and pulled them down.

The instant his lips touched her, a cold thrill shot down her spine.

“Ah… hah…”

As his tongue traced a slow circle around her nipple, the droplet that had been poised on its swollen tip fell—drip—onto his tongue.

A salty, warm liquid, mixed with the thick scent of skin.

“Such a waste, all that’s been thrown away until now…”

He couldn’t finish his sentence, pressing his mouth to her again. He sucked deeper, softer, then harder, suckling at her nipple until Seojin’s breaths grew louder.

“Hh… Nngh…”

Her hands, which had meant to push his head away, ended up cradling it instead.

Her other nipple was already swollen and flushed.

Though he hadn’t even touched it, the stimulation traveled through her, and milk began to leak out, drip, drip…

Noticing the subtle wetness, he kept his mouth on one breast while grabbing the other.

“Well now, looks like I’ll have to get busier.”

Her breasts were so large and heavy that his two hands and mouth weren’t enough.

Rio lifted the tip of one with his palm to take it into his mouth, while rolling the other nipple with his thumb, watching the speed at which the milk flowed.

“—What happened? It just streams out now, even without squeezing?”

Sluurp— He sucked hard once, and Seojin’s body flinched violently.

“It, ngh! It just… became like that, ugh!”

When he pulled his lips away, a milky white liquid was smeared around his wet mouth.

Before she could even tell him that’s why she had nursing pads in her bra, Seojin nearly stumbled backward trying to stop him.

Fortunately, she caught herself with one hand, but he was still suckling at her breast.

Every part of her skin he touched seemed to tighten, and the sensation that exploded from the tip of her breast rushed down her spine to her lower belly.

“Aaaah…”

“You’ve gotten lewder, Kang Seojin…”

The hand that had been milking her breast moved down from her chest to her lower abdomen.

There, the bulging outline was visible over her cotton panties.

His hand approached the spot that had been growing damp, the wetness slowly spreading for a little while now.

“And here,”

Rio’s hand pressed lightly over her cotton panties.

The wet spot had already soaked through faintly before he even touched her, and the moment his index finger made contact, Seojin swallowed a sharp breath.

“Hh… Hah…! Rio…”

He didn’t answer, slowly rubbing her stained panties.

He pressed the prominent flesh of her sex through the fabric with two fingers, then rubbed gently in a circle, before—thump—suddenly pressing down hard.

“Ahat…!”

Seojin curled into herself as if clinging to Rio’s neck. But Rio, as if pleased by her reaction, lifted the corner of his mouth and changed the movement of his hand.

“Mmm. Still the same as before?”

He was delighted at the thought of welcoming back his sexy, wet woman.

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Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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