Chapter 45: A Den of Lions [R-18]

“Aren’t you cold?”

“Ah, no…”

Seojin pushed away their teasing hands and squeezed in between the women. As she lowered her head with a small reply, a finger poked at her full breasts.

“Hey, is this body for real? With a chest this big, didn’t you get surgery?”

“If a plastic surgeon who could do this existed, they’d be a god.”

The touch was less of a caress and more of a curious probe, meant to determine if they were real and what they felt like.

“Wow… they’re so soft.”

As a genuinely surprised Seojin flinched, someone on the other side caught her attention.

“You said you’re twenty, right? You’re just a baby~”

“Want a drink? You couldn’t have had a single drop in there, could you?”

Laughter punctuated the end of every sentence, and Seojin’s expression showed she had no idea how to react. Taking the glass, she mumbled, “Just a little…” but when they moved to pour her another, she could only nod.

“You’ll warm up if you drink this.”

“Should I fan you then? Spread you wide so you don’t get all sweaty.”

“Hey, seriously.”

Words that blurred the line between joke and reality flew back and forth. Caught in the middle, Seojin repeatedly downed her drinks, her face growing hotter until she had to rub her cheeks.

Watching her, one of the women giggled and stroked her hair.

Another placed her palm along the side of Seojin’s breast and pressed down slowly, still marveling.

“Ah, I see why Rio brought you.”

Seojin quietly said, “I don’t…,” but it seemed no one heard her, or perhaps they ignored her. The playful atmosphere continued unabated.

In the meantime, she was handed another glass, and then another. As the saying goes, it’s hard to say no to a smiling face, and she found herself helplessly swept along.

And through it all, Rio watched from a distance, reclining halfway on a sofa as he tilted his glass.

There was no concern in his gaze, no intention to intervene.

On the contrary, he seemed to find her dazed state amusing. His eyes narrowed, slowly savoring the sight of her behaving like small prey caught in a den of lions.

“Seojin, you’re not drunk?”

One of Rio’s friends, who had been swirling his glass, refilled hers and handed it over with a smile.

Seojin hesitated for a few seconds before taking the glass and giving a slight nod.

“No… I’m not drunk.”

Her voice trembled slightly at the end, but she maintained a smile. In truth, her vision was starting to blur, and she could feel a dull heat spreading from somewhere deep inside her, but the bravado of a twenty-year-old was a powerful thing.

“Really? Then this shouldn’t be a problem.”

One of the women laughed and playfully tapped Seojin’s thigh. The hand moved around vexingly, giving Seojin no time to even feel annoyed. All she could do was force a smile and lean back to avoid it.

But then a man across from her reached out, supporting her back. “You okay?” he asked.

His hand lingered on her waist with practiced ease before sliding down, brushing against the inside of her panties.

“Our Rio doesn’t get jealous at places like this. He’s too busy having his own fun.”

“That’s right. Besides, that guy’s women have a short expiration date, so you should have all the fun you can while you’re here.”

Seojin gave another small smile.

“We’re not… not in that kind of relationship.”

Lowering her eyes, she tried to catch her breath, then downed the new drink in her hand in one shot. She hadn’t thought she could swallow it this time, but the stinging sensation as it went down made her eyes well up and her fingertips tingle.

A man raised his hand near her chest and laughed. Their laughter grew slower, lower.

Seojin didn’t answer. Or maybe she had. All she knew was that between their words, she was taking small, sharp breaths as hands landed on her shoulders and breath ghosted across her waist.

Even in the crowd, she felt that if she turned her head, she would see Rio. But he was probably still in a corner of the sofa, draining his glass and touching some other woman’s body.

The alcohol was making it harder and harder to tell.

“Oh, look at her. She must be enjoying it…”

Seojin’s shoulders trembled as she unconsciously drew a sharp breath.

Her fingertips trembled as if her body was about to collapse, and a thick film of moisture gathered in her eyes.

Her every short breath only served to further excite the people, high on drugs and alcohol.

As if the word ‘caress’ no longer applied only to interactions between men and women, both female and male hands patted, pressed, and stroked her skin.

In a space where the bass from the speakers pulsed and lights flashed, the air was thick with the smell of perfume, alcohol, sweat, and something else, something heavier.

Spilled drinks on the table, hands refilling empty glasses, laughing people grabbing at her waist.

Seojin stood in the very center of it all.

“Rio~ Can I take her panties off?”

Amid the stench of alcohol and perfume, a woman’s playful question floated through the air, her tone strangely cheerful.

“Sure.”

A single word. No hesitation, no deliberation. Just a casual gesture, a slight lift of his hand as if stating the obvious.

A moment later, with a soft gasp, the thin straps of her thong were pulled away.

And then, a damp piece of fabric flew toward Rio, tossed carelessly by someone’s hand.

Rio caught it lightly in one hand. For a brief moment, his hand, clutching the thin, wet cloth, paused.

Slowly, Rio raised his hand and brought the panties to the tip of his nose. For an instant, as if taking a drug, he lowered his head slightly and inhaled the scent of the damp fabric.

A faint curve appeared on his lips.

A familiar scent, yet a fragrance unlike any other. Rio didn’t fold the panties carefully or handle them with any special care.

He simply shoved them into his breast pocket without effort.

As he lifted his whiskey glass again, his gaze didn’t turn to Seojin. He merely continued to leisurely stroke the thigh of the woman still leaning against him.

“Haha, let’s do that. That thing.”

It was hard to even call Seojin a stranger in this place.

She wasn’t even a person anymore. She was a plaything for the party, a drinking cup, and, at this moment, the most luxurious and obscene spectacle in the room.

Someone laughed as they traced the inside of her thigh with their fingertips, while someone else took a mouthful of alcohol and let it trickle between her lips.

Another person pushed aside a prepared glass and began to milk her breast directly. Not just the nipple, but the entire firm, heavy breast, lifting and kneading it from below, squeezing it just as Rio had done.

Breasts marked with multiple handprints, lips slightly parted from the alcohol, and a clear liquid dripping from a pink nipple.

Someone let out a low whistle.

“There it is again…”

The world around her was changing so fast, but her own time seemed to have slowed to a crawl.

A hand, no longer distinguishing between man or woman, slid down and expertly caressed her sex.

“…Hah…!”

Covering her mouth with her hand, Seojin dropped her gaze.

She pressed her lips shut over the small gasp, but her entire body was on fire. The group, having touched her sticky flesh, now latched onto her nipple as if they no longer needed a glass, gulping down the liquid.

A wave of pain washed over her, and Seojin squeezed her eyes shut.

Her breath came in ragged gasps. A feeling she couldn’t identify as pleasure or humiliation slowly crept up the back of her neck.

But her body was responding. No one stopped, and she no longer resisted.

Rio leisurely smoked a cigarette while a woman knelt on the floor between his legs, giving him a blowjob. The debauchery of this place suited him better than anyone; for him, it was just another ordinary, obscene night.

Only after the rough, lewd interlude had reached its peak and Rio had come in the woman’s mouth did he slowly rise.

“That’s enough.”

His low voice fell over the scene like a stage manager turning off the lights after a performance.

He saw Seojin, utterly wasted and sprawled on a table, and smiled. He pulled her arm, and her limp, intoxicated body fell right into his embrace. He bent down, hooked his arm under her legs, and lifted her up.

“Aww~”

“Just a little longer.”

“We were nice to you, though. No one put it in.”

Though she had been the most wantonly disheveled person in the club, Seojin seemed to recognize him. As if she couldn’t bear to look at him, she buried her face in his chest.

“No need for such consideration. I hope you’ll be quicker next time.”

Rio glanced down once at Seojin hiding her face in his arms, then nonchalantly shifted her bottom to secure her over his elbow.

It was a practiced movement, accustomed to lifting a woman’s entire body with one arm.

“I’m just going to go drop off my troublesome partner.”

He smiled at his friends, who were scattered around the table. The words alone were enough for the drunken crowd to grasp the situation, and they let out knowing smirks.

“See you in a bit. The night’s still young, right?”

Rio twisted at the waist, glancing over his shoulder.

Under the red lights, the line of his jaw flashed. Someone raised their glass and shouted.

“Happy birthday!”

The words were clear, but the congratulations were delivered as if celebrating something else, followed by sly jeers. But now, Rio no longer responded to any of it.

He simply held her in his arms and walked leisurely toward a glass door on one side of the party hall.

It was a section whose existence was unknown to regular guests.

Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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