Chapter 57: An Unfamiliar Home [R-18]

“…Fucking pathetic, like an animal…”

Seojin’s lips trembled, her eyes glistening as she masturbated in the bathroom the moment she arrived at his house.

But her hand didn’t stop. If anything, it moved faster, stroking her clitoris, riding the rising tide of pleasure.

“Hah… ahh…”

Though her fingers had already slipped out of her vagina after one orgasm, the wetness still lingered between her fingertips and her thighs.

Beads of sweat dotted the nape of her neck, and her nipples, though barely touched, were swollen and red, completely overstimulated.

“…Heok.”

Seojin was just about to finish. The moment she bit her lip and started to pull down her skirt, there was a knock, knock.

A light rap sounded from the other side of the bathroom door.

“Kang Seojin.”

Seojin’s breath caught in her throat. It was Rio.

“…Ah, y-yes…!”

Startled, Seojin raised her voice and answered immediately, her body instinctively tensing up.

After a quiet beat, Rio spoke from beyond the door, his voice smooth and sly.

“The courier will be here soon. I called the store and arranged to have your clothes delivered.”

“…Yes, I understand.”

Wondering what on earth he planned to dress her in this time, Seojin agreed, though she felt a knot of apprehension. Thankfully, Rio added another word.

“I have to go out for a family dinner tonight. When the package arrives, open it and put the clothes on right away.”

“Okay.”

Hearing her voice grow steadily calmer, Rio tilted his head slightly, the corners of his mouth lifting.

“I have to get ready to leave now, so I can’t give you my cock.”

“…Ugh.”

He said it as if it were nothing, yet it was his nasty habit of deliberately rubbing it in. A wave of shame washed over Seojin, and she clenched the tissue in her hand, her body trembling.

“Haha.”

His fading laughter was truly infuriating.

Even after flushing the toilet several times, Seojin was in the middle of a shower, trying to wash away the scent and the sticky dampness clinging to her body.

Beeep—

The doorbell. It was the courier.

Rio must have handled the downstairs security while she was washing, because the chime rang right at the door.

Seojin reflexively turned off the shower and hastily wrapped a towel around her body.

Water was still dripping from her skin, her hair was a mess, and a few thin strands of wet hair clung to the valley between her breasts.

If it had been Rio, he would have buzzed the door open with the intercom or said, “Just leave it in front of the door,” through the speaker. But Seojin, as if it were her own home, naturally opened the door herself.

“Delivery.”

A young male courier stood before the door, holding a box with both hands. From under his pulled-down cap, the man’s eyes fell on her, and for a moment, he was speechless.

She was in the middle of a shower. Seojin’s entire body glistened with sweat, water, and a heat that had yet to cool.

A single large towel was wrapped around her, the curve of her chest rising and falling slowly with each breath. The fabric, which barely concealed her nipples, looked so precarious it seemed a single touch would make it fall away.

Before she could even speak, the man’s gaze secretly traced a path from her chest, down her water-slick thighs, all the way to her toes.

“…Uh, um…”

The courier tried to say something, but his eyes were glued to Seojin, the box in his hands trembling faintly.

In a place like this, the proper thing to do was to politely confirm the recipient’s name to avoid any trouble and then leave. But he found himself wanting to drag out the moment for as long as possible.

“For, uh, Kang Seojin…?”

He stammered out the recipient’s name, desperately hoping she was the one. He’d never seen her before, but if he could learn her name, he felt he could at least build a one-sided sense of intimacy.

“Yes.”

As Seojin reached out her arm, their skin brushed lightly while he handed over the box, and a jolt of electricity shot through him.

To his disappointment, however, she quickly and quietly stepped back inside, closing the door with only a short, “Thank you for your trouble.”

Click.

Even after that small sound of the door closing, the courier stood there blankly for a moment. Then, he glanced down at the front of his pants.

“…Wow, fuck…”

His cock was painfully hard, as if it would burst. It was already fully erect and showed no signs of subsiding.

The image of her was still burned into his mind: the line of her neck, the valley of her breasts, the inside of her thighs, and the face of a drenched beauty with eyes as clear as glass.

…So they really exist, things like this.

He thought it was only possible in AV or his own fantasies.

But today, the woman he had handed a box to with his own two hands was a real-life woman from one of those ‘lucky scenes.’

He turned to leave, but he kept looking back over his shoulder.

Hoping the door might open. Hoping he might see Seojin one more time. But even after a minute that felt like a hundred, the door remained closed, and not a sound was heard.

…When will I get assigned to that house again?

Could I get to go back in a few months?

As he walked away, he was already calculating how many times he could use this moment as jerk-off material.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the closed door, Seojin was carrying the luxurious box inside.

“Did the delivery arrive?”

Rio’s voice was short and dry. He was putting on a three-piece suit, fastening the buttons between his shirt and vest with one hand.

The necktie around his neck was slightly askew, but he paid it no mind. He just stared at the mirror with an indifferent expression and muttered.

“God, I hate these suits. So damn stuffy.”

Seojin answered quietly.

“…Yes.”

At her words, Rio added curtly.

“Open it. Your clothes.”

Seojin’s eyes darted. The box before her was tied with a delicate ribbon, its glossy wrapping paper bearing a logo that even she, who knew little of such things, could recognize as a high-end department store brand.

Anyone else would have carefully looked for the tape and peeled it off neatly, afraid of marring the packaging, but Seojin scratched at it with her fingernail.

“…Ngh.”

The tape wouldn’t come off easily, and her impatience and frustration began to outweigh her caution.

She scratched at it several times, but the plastic film clung stubbornly. As she struggled, she felt Rio’s gaze on her.

She quickly lifted her head and looked at him with a flustered expression. She wasn’t some idiot who couldn’t even do this.

But Rio simply let his eyes roam over her body before tossing out a comment.

“…Well, he must have gotten an eyeful.”

“Go away! I told you to finish getting ready.”

Seojin growled, clutching the towel tightly and forcing it as high up as she could.

After much effort, she finally tore off all the wrapping. Opening the box, she found a surprisingly modest and formal women’s suit inside.

Seojin took out the plain underwear, blouse, skirt, and jacket and spread them out.

“A suit…”

It was a pencil-line skirt that hugged her waist, hips, and thighs, likely designed to avoid a bulky silhouette, but it was neat. Perhaps it felt even more so because her previous outfit had been a short, low-cut club dress.

Does he want me to be modest? Or just to pretend to be?

As she put on the suit over the blouse, she pondered this, but she knew she wouldn’t get an answer unless she asked.

It was her first time wearing a woman’s suit. Seojin stood before the marble wall that offered a faint reflection. The suit was clearly made of fine material.

But as she rotated her arms and waist a few times, she smoothed the hem of the skirt and glanced down at her front, noticing that the jacket was pushed up slightly by her chest.

…Is this right?

The blouse was pressed against her bra-clad nipples, and the suit jacket layered over it was tighter than she expected. The fabric was pulled uncomfortably taut beneath the buttons, making her unexpectedly self-conscious.

“…”

It was then.

“A perfect fit.”

Rio’s low, husky voice came from behind her.

Before Seojin had a chance to turn her head, his hand quietly swept down over the jacket on her chest.

His hand brushed past the upper curve of her breasts and, without hesitation, pressed down firmly on the fabric swelling over them.

“You’ll have to be careful the jacket doesn’t ride up.”

Rio stood there, the very picture of a gentleman in his perfectly tailored three-piece suit, buttoned all the way up.

His hair was neatly swept back, and a respectable smile graced his dimpled lips. The saying “clothes make the man” must have been coined for moments like this.

“One would never guess you were the same person from earlier.”

A typical Rio joke.

Unable to answer, Seojin quietly looked up at him, murmuring only to herself.

…You’re one to talk.

He could wear a suit and look perfectly polished, but he was the same man who had relentlessly pushed her around just today. It felt like she was the only one who knew that.

“Let’s go if you’re ready.”

“Um, my hair… is it okay if it’s not completely dry?”

After taking such care with her clothes, was it really fine for her hair to still be damp? As Seojin spoke hesitantly, Rio smiled, arranging her hair over her shoulders.

She hadn’t recognized Rio’s high-end hair dryer, which looked different from a normal one, and had been trying to manage her long hair with just a towel.

“I’ll dry it for you, more or less.”

And so, after Rio skillfully dried her hair, the car carrying them both pulled out of the underground parking garage. Seojin glanced back and forth between her own reflection in the window and the profile of Rio in the driver’s seat.

It was the same car. The very same narrow, suffocating sports car where that man had ravaged her just a short while ago.

And the people inside were the same, too.

But dressed in a suit, he seemed like a completely different person from the man who had made her tremble earlier. Was it the same for her?

That strange sense of dissonance lingered with her as the car crossed the boulevard and drove over the Han River.

Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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