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    “…Huuuh.”

    Inside the shower stall, Seojin leaned her back against the wall, letting the water pour over her.

    She had tried her best to wash the dress she’d soiled, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to tell if it was clean until it dried.

    Only after it was completely soaked did she remember hearing that you weren’t supposed to wash expensive things so carelessly. A wave of self-loathing washed over her as she realized she had no idea if this was even the right way to clean it.

    Pushing the dress aside, knowing there was nothing more she could do for now, she decided to wash her body.

    The water pressure was strong enough to be painful, the stream piercing through her hair and running down her back. But lukewarm water wasn’t nearly enough to quell the frantic pounding of her heart.

    Isn’t this… completely insane?

    She had fallen asleep with her breasts exposed in a hotel room, alone with a dangerous man, only to wake up soaking wet from her own arousal.

    “I’ve completely lost my mind…”

    Seojin slowly tilted her head back, letting the water drench her hair, wondering if her past experiences had warped her very sense of normalcy.

    Then, a click. The sound of the door opening. Seojin’s head snapped up, her eyes wide with alarm.

    “?!”

    Through the glass of the stall, Rio came into view. He walked into the bathroom nonchalantly, strode over to the bathtub, and turned on the faucet.

    As the sound of hot and cold water rapidly mixing filled the air, Seojin instinctively shrank back, trying to cover herself as much as possible, trapped in a swirl of confusion inside the shower.

    Is he… going to wash up?

    Just then, Rio turned his head slightly and gave her a casual little wave.

    “…”

    Without a word or explanation, he acted as if this was a bathroom they had always shared. Seojin stared at him, her face a mask of disbelief, but she couldn’t even manage to open her mouth. She just clutched her arms tighter across her chest, hidden behind a veil of steam.

    Rio, however, seemed to pay her reaction no mind as he checked the temperature of the water in the tub.

    Seojin took a small breath inside the steamy shower stall. She had to hurry. He could come in at any moment.

    Spurred by that dangerous thought, she scrubbed at the wet place between her thighs, rubbing over and over at the spot where the evidence of her arousal had been.

    “…Ngh.”

    She swiped at it with her hand, rinsed it with water, and even lathered it with body wash, but the erotic sensation lingering on her body refused to fade.

    In fact, acutely aware of him just outside, the act might as well have been masturbation. After showering for a long time, Seojin finally managed to calm her flushed face and cautiously opened the door.

    Is he… still there?

    The moment she peeked her head through the crack in the glass door, she froze.

    Rio was already in the tub, completely naked. His arms were draped over the sides, his head tilted back as he gazed at the ceiling. Then his eyes met hers.

    “There you are.”

    His voice was so natural. Seojin quickly dropped her gaze.

    His chest, his stomach, his waist, and everything below. Rio’s body was sculpted like a statue, perfectly visible through the clear water.

    Seojin reflexively pulled her hands back to cover herself.

    “…Yes, I’m all done. I’ll just get out—”

    “Showers are nice, but the therapy a bath provides is something else entirely.”

    His words made Seojin’s lips tremble. Rio rested an arm on the edge of the tub and beckoned with his finger.

    “It really helps you unwind.”

    Biting her trembling lip, she brought her body, which had nowhere else to go, to his side.

    Her freshly washed skin was fragrant, but her heart may have already been waiting for something more. Seojin carefully lifted a foot and stepped into the tub, settling on the side opposite him.

    The hot water enveloped her, making her skin flush and her heart beat even faster.

    Thanks to the wide tub, their skin didn’t have to touch. Perhaps a smaller one would have been better for her pride, but she did her best to curl up in the farthest corner, away from him.

    She pressed her knees together, clasped her hands tightly over them, and bowed her head, trying to be as docile as possible. But in the clear, bubble-free water, her skin seemed to float on the surface, exposed no matter how she tried to hide.

    The gap where her thighs met between her folded legs. Below that, the outline of her sex, clearly visible under the water.

    Rio seemed to have his eyes closed, but with a soft splash, one of his legs stretched out long. Though his face was handsome, it had the strong lines of a man, and a playful dimple appeared, full of mischief.

    Tap.

    His toes pushed aside her folded legs and brushed the inside of her thigh.

    “…?!”

    Seojin flinched. He had so subtly rubbed the area right in front of her sex. Wordlessly, not overtly, just stretching his leg as if to take up space.

    “There’s plenty of room for two in here.”

    Rio’s lips parted.

    “No need to curl up like that. Are you shy? You said you washed up.”

    He was implying that if her sweat was the reason she hadn’t welcomed him earlier, the problem was now solved.

    …Stop…

    Seojin gripped the side of the tub and squeezed her eyes shut.

    She turned her head, hunched her shoulders, and tried to cover her chest with her forearms, but his toes were still there, quietly tracing the space between her inner thighs.

    “…Hh…”

    A small, breathy sound escaped from the base of her throat.

    Submerged in the warm water, her senses should have been dulled, but the pressure from that single toe was astonishingly distinct.

    A gentle caress became a grope, followed by a slow, deliberate press.

    “…Haaah…”

    Seojin swallowed a hot breath. It was the first time a man had ever tormented her with his foot.

    She had washed herself thoroughly before getting in the tub. She’d sprayed herself with the showerhead and scrubbed with her hands, erasing every trace of wetness. But her honest body was growing slick all over again.

    A small tremor started deep inside her.

    Though her head was turned away, she was hot within, her hips shifting with the slightest movement.

    …No… no…

    She chanted the words in her head, gripping the edge of the tub tighter. But it was no use. Her body was growing more honest by the second.

    It was then.

    “—Seojin.”

    He called her name.

    “Come here.”

    His voice was languid and affectionate. It was just two words, but Seojin knew how dangerous they were. And yet, as if she had been perfectly trained, she found herself moving into his embrace.

    She parted the water and carefully slid toward him, leaning her back against his chest.

    Rio silently wrapped his arms around her waist.

    The foot that had been teasing her was gone, but now, pressed against the small of her back and her buttocks, was his massive, fully erect cock.

    Seojin sucked in a small breath in his arms.

    Soon, his hand began to move slowly. It was to sweep her heavy, wet hair to one side, but as his fingers brushed the nape of her neck, she flinched.

    The cool, white nape of her neck, exposed beneath her damp hair.

    Rio pressed his lips there. A moment ago, she had been imagining far more, but the simple touch of his lips made her squeeze her eyes shut in surprise.

    The water was warm, but his kiss spread like fire down her spine.

    “…Hh…”

    As if answering her anticipation, his other hand began a slow journey down her thigh. It hadn’t reached its destination yet, but the mere trajectory made her lower belly clench.

    The sound of water pouring from the faucet behind them seemed to mask her heartbeat, but the hand gently kneading her breast and the slow descent of his other hand seemed to mock her, asking if she could truly hide her reaction.

    As Rio’s hand slid down her thigh, Seojin was given no room to lean back.

    Instead, as the large man leaned over to touch her from behind, she was forced to bend forward, supporting his weight.

    “Haa…”

    Another kiss landed on the nape of her neck. Seojin exhaled at the intimate contact, but before she could focus on it, Rio’s hand rode the current of the water and gently, as if parting them, touched the lips of her hottest, deepest place.

    Seojin bent lower, curling her body into a ball. Yet her breathing grew ragged. The instinct to flee and the desire to surrender to the sensation—those two things now constituted Seojin.

    “…Nngh,”

    There was no pressure, no insertion. Just a slow press of his fingertips, a tracing of circles. Rio was taking his time, tormenting her.

    Then, just once, his hand twisted around her clitoris under the water.

    “…Haah…!”

    Her sensitive body reacted sharply, and from between her legs, a liquid different from the bathwater began to spread once more.

    As if bestowing a simple charity, as if he knew exactly what to do to possess her in this moment, Rio pushed a finger slightly inside her.

    Seojin’s hips bucked. The reaction was extreme, the sensation too acute.

    Rio had merely moved his wrist.

    “There we go.”

    That one phrase was enough.

    Lost in his touch, Seojin hadn’t even realized how wet she had become.

    But the moment his finger slid inside, fitting so perfectly, the feeling of being enveloped by her own body stole her breath.

    “…Ah, ah…!”

    She reflexively pressed her palms to her face.

    Her face was burning, her earlobes wouldn’t cool. Her sensitive breaths were impossible to hide, even beneath the sound of the running water.

    “As I thought, you get there a little… fast, don’t you?”

    Rio chuckled lowly by her ear. His lips didn’t quite touch her, the barest whisper of air against the tip of her earlobe, but that was even more dangerous.

    He toyed with her, slowly stroking her insides.

    That slickness, separate from the water, that coated his skin as he moved through her—that was what he loved.

    “How is it? A bath really does help you relax, doesn’t it?”

    His voice held the rich leisure of a man playing with a woman who was bound to him until he decided to let her go.

    Seojin shook her head from between her hands, but because Rio still hadn’t given her the hard thrust she craved, it was her own cunt that kept twitching, shamelessly inviting him deeper inside.


    Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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