Chapter 54: The Fickle One [R-18]

Seojin was still in Rio’s arms, unable to catch her breath, her forehead buried against the nape of his neck.

She was still full of Rio’s hot semen, but it all came spilling out as he quietly lifted his hips.

“Time to wash up and get going, don’t you think?”

Rio slid an arm under the thighs of the girl who seemed unwilling to move from on top of him, cradling her back as he lifted her.

“……!”

Seojin was startled by the sudden movement, but her body was too drained of energy to even resist. She could only wrap her arms around his neck and let out a careful, quiet breath.

The cold air outside the tub touched her skin, but Rio’s body remained just as warm.

He expertly sat her down in front of the towel rack in the bathroom and gently draped a soft towel over her shoulders.

After patting her dry a few times, Rio lowered not his hands, but his lips to her bare skin.

“……Rio?”

Seojin looked up with surprised eyes, but Rio simply closed his, as if refusing to meet her gaze, and slowly pressed his mouth to the top of her shoulder blade.

Mwah—

He deliberately left a dark kiss mark on her tender skin.

“First one.”

“…Huh…?”

She mumbled, a sound like a stifled laugh. But Rio continued, lowering his head to bury his lips near her collarbone.

“Second.”

Mwah—

Seojin’s breath began to quicken.

“……What are you, all of a sudden…”

She couldn’t finish the question. He had already lowered his lips to her side, and then to the curve of her waist just below her breast.

“Three.”

“Four.”

“Five.”

Mwah, smooch, peck—

One by one, ever so slowly, Rio left a trail of marks across Seojin’s body. All Seojin could do was clench her fists and hold her breath, taking in the sensation.

The inside of her arm, the inside of her thigh, the curve of her breast, and the area around her ankle bone. The lips on her skin left red patterns, as if branding her with his ownership.

And the last one. As Seojin flinched, turning her head away in embarrassment, Rio quietly kissed the nape of her neck.

“Twenty-six.”

One for each year of his life. The commemorative kiss marks decorated Seojin in a flush of red.

“……Hah…”

Even Seojin’s cheeks, untouched by the marks, were dyed a deep red. Though she had already climaxed, the repeated tokens of his affection had sent her riding another wave of emotion.

Rio finished drying her with the towel, then silently combed his fingers through her wet hair.

“Beautiful.”

Seojin couldn’t answer. She just stared quietly into his eyes, clutching the towel he’d been using a little tighter.

Rio had completely conquered her—her insides with his semen, her skin with his marks. Even without her conscious thought, the marks, hot and unfading in places all over her body, spoke of his presence like a silent vow.

“……”

He craved a cigarette and left. Seojin, having mostly dried herself off, stood at the bathroom door and watched him quietly.

He stopped at the nightstand. His fingertips flicked the lighter. Click. A small flame sparked to life. In its light, Rio’s jawline and the tips of his wet hair glistened like water droplets.

“I’m going home tonight.”

It was less a conversation and more a notification. Their eyes met, and Seojin gave a reflexive nod.

“There’s a hangover cure out there, so drink it. Don’t get the car dirty, you hear?”

Though you seemed fine when we were fucking, he added playfully, a corner of his lip twitching upwards.

“……Okay.”

Seojin answered quietly, shooting him a small glare before carefully hanging the dress she had hand-washed earlier on the towel rack inside the bathroom.

Then, she turned her head slightly and glanced at Rio by the door.

But he just held the cigarette between his lips, taking a slow drag. He didn’t even look at her anymore. Like an actor whose scene had already ended.

Seojin lowered her head. The fact that her body, which had just reached its peak as Rio’s plaything and been filled with his semen, was now standing so calmly as if nothing had happened felt strangely alien.

Afterward, the daylight hours when he didn’t seek her out were once again their separate worlds.

“……Hah…!”

Outside the window, the city lights were spread out in a quiet carpet.

The glittering signs between the buildings far below, the world beyond the window, was still brimming with life, but this room was filled only with a sensual heat.

Seojin was pressed against the transparent glass, her upper body pushed firmly against it. The dress she had washed and hung to dry herself was now bunched up, barely covering her ass.

The straps that had fallen along her back had been slid down by Rio’s hands. Her full breasts were flattened against the glass, her nipples pressed hard against the pane, swollen and red.

“Ugh, nn…!”

Her breath fogged the window with every exhale. Finding it hard to see through the mist, Seojin could only lower her head.

Behind her stood Rio, fucking her once again.

He supported her waist with one hand, while the other pushed the waistline of her dress up, thrusting his cock deep inside her.

“Ngh… Hah, nngh…!”

Buried to the root inside her, Rio’s cock moved, holding her hips firmly in place. Each time his pelvis slammed into her ass, her stomach and breasts slapped against the glass.

The Seoul nightscape glittered outside the window, outlining her body in light. Rio watched the silhouette tremble, admiring it like the shadow of a female in heat.

“Don’t move.”

She had been twisting her body to escape the intense pressure, but she froze. As if she knew what was coming next, she let out a soft breath, and he mercilessly rammed in and out of her cunt.

“Hnngh… Hah… Ugh, don’t…”

Before she could finish, Rio’s hand seized her jaw, pulling her back for a kiss that seemed to test the limits of her flexible body.

He drove into her, making her body buck.

“Nnngh—!”

Through the fog of her breath on the window, her eyes flew open, her wet lashes trembling.

Against the backdrop of the deep nightscape, the silhouette of a man and woman coupling, pressed against the transparent glass, sparked a strange mix of pleasure and fear—the fear that someone, even so far below, might see them.

“Rio, please…!”

This thrilling ordeal, which had started with his desire to have her one more time before he left, seemed to have no end.

“…You know, at this point, I’m starting to think you like being watched.”

At his words, a look of shame and pleasure washed over Seojin’s face, and she bit down hard on her lip.

“Want to come?”

“Nnnngh…!”

“Don’t hold back.”

Her body, not as desperate and aroused as it had been in the bathroom, tried to deny it again. Rio pulled her hips back, burying himself to the root.

Rio’s hands yanked Seojin’s arms behind her back.

He twisted her wrists roughly, pinning both arms with one hand. Now, she had no choice but to rely on the glass window and his strength to hold herself up.

“……Ngh!”

Seojin’s upper body was pressed even deeper into the window. As her breasts were smeared against the glass, the stimulation caused a faint trickle of milk to seep from her already sensitive nipples.

All the while, Rio’s cock continued to pound into her, as if trying to pierce through her ass.

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

“Haaah—! Ah, hah… Ugh…!”

Seojin’s black hair swayed against the window. Below the long strands flowing down her back, her ass was pushed out excessively, matching the rhythm of Rio’s relentless thrusts.

“Haaah, it’s too deep… sir…!”

Her breasts lost their shape against the window, and the milky white fluid leaking from her nipples streamed down the glass.

And below, Rio’s cock, churning inside her, scraped violently against her inner walls, whipping her fluids and his own into a frenzy.

“…Rio, no, no more…”

But Rio didn’t stop, as if to say his permission from earlier was all she needed. He just gripped her arms, watching her ass as he fucked her.

Only after Seojin had trembled and soaked the carpet below several times did Rio let out a low breath.

“…Ngh.”

Then, for the last time, he drove himself all the way to the entrance of her womb and shot his load deep inside.

“Aah…!! Ah, aaaah…!!”

Seojin’s body trembled against the window, caught once again in the waves of orgasm.

His hot, heavy semen sprayed deep inside her womb, making her entire cunt clench and pulse like a wave.

Her milk streamed down the window above, while between her thighs, the fluids from his second creampie overflowed, dripping to the floor.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Even the sound was obscene. Everything in this space was painted over by the rhythm of one man and the heat of one woman, alone together.

The moment Rio released her arms, Seojin’s body slumped to the floor.

“…Hah…”

As if to mock her for collapsing onto the carpet stained with his semen and her own fluids, the fresh load he’d just shot inside her trickled down her inner thighs.

Her back had no strength, she couldn’t straighten it. Her breathing was ragged. And that wasn’t all. Her breasts were flushed red with the imprint of the window, and a tiny drop of milk still trembled at the tip of one nipple.

Looking down at her, Rio spoke calmly.

“Let’s go now.”

He smiled brightly over his shoulder, pulling out a tissue and straightening his clothes. As if he was all finished with his business. His attitude toward Seojin changed a dozen times a day.

So fickle.

Seojin bit her lip, pulling up her shoulder straps and barely managing to tug down the hem of her dress that was clinging to her thighs.

Feeling had not yet returned to her legs, and the afterglow of her second orgasm and his release lingered deep within her body, but she let out a small breath and followed Rio out.

Walking quietly with a flushed face and a body that felt broken, Seojin was, in the span of just two days, completely and utterly Rio’s, perfectly tamed.

As she followed, her expression was a mix of shame, heat, and even humiliation, but an inexplicable sense of satisfaction made it impossible to deny.

Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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