Chapter 60: The Woman Who Leaks, Even Outside [R-18]

This time, it wasn’t his hand, but his mouth.

Rio’s tongue flicked out, licking her nipple, his lips circling the surrounding flesh to keep from biting down. The soft swell of her upper breast pressed against his forehead.

“Ngh…”

Seojin’s hands clenched, gripping the bedsheets, but his lips merely curled with the thrill of a hunter who had caught his prey.

His hand slid down to her inner thigh, rubbing obsessively at the spot where her panties had been stripped away.

“Today, I’m going to go until you completely fall apart.”

The words were a clear sentence.

He sucked on her breast, his hand slicking the area around her entrance, waiting for her to get turned on, to transform into the creature he had created—his and his alone.

The wetness there was already glistening with her arousal, and as Rio’s fingertips rubbed against her, Seojin’s hips pushed forward.

“So today, be more honest than usual. Cry out loud for me.”

Rio pulled his lips from her nipple and whispered, his voice impossibly low.

At his words, Seojin squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her lips together in defiance, but she couldn’t promise her body would do the same.

He slowly pushed his fingers inside her.

The first knuckle, then the second. Her vagina tightened around his fingers, welcoming him.

Two fingers pressed deep inside her, just once.

“…Ah… Hah…!”

A muffled moan escaped her. The corners of Rio’s mouth lifted slowly.

“Trying to resist?”

He pushed his fingers in deeper.

Then, he began to move, pressing and stimulating the sensitive spot inside her with precise, repetitive motions. The delicate walls of her vagina twitched, and her hips moved of their own accord.

Waking from sleep to a man’s touch, she swallowed her breath in sharp gasps and clutched the sheets.

“Tightening already. I haven’t even reached all the way in yet.”

Seemingly satisfied, Rio used his free arm to stroke her stomach, then curled his fingers slightly, gently stroking her from the inside.

“Kang Seojin.”

Her name made her back and hips tremble. Seojin tried to suppress the rising tension in her chest, but her lower body had already begun to push her hips closer to Rio’s fingers.

It was a clear sign of acceptance.

Rio didn’t rush. He simply bent his fingers just enough not to be sharp, or twisted them with a gentle pressure each time he felt the walls of her vagina twitch in response.

“…Nngh…!”

Seojin’s lips parted. Her brow furrowed, and through thinly opened eyes, the sight of the handsome, golden-brown man’s firm body and its pale tones in the darkness made the corners of her mouth tremble.

Like an expert in this field, Rio knew, without the slightest error, exactly when she would lift her hips, when she would clench her pelvis.

And so, he now straightened his fingers inside her and rotated his wrist in a tiny, deliberate circle.

That single movement sent a tremor through Seojin’s legs.

“Haaahng—!”

A desperate moan she couldn’t hold back escaped her. Hearing it, Rio’s eyes curved into crescents, narrower than a half-moon.

“…That’s right. With my fingers… this is what you like the most.”

His other hand moved from her stomach to her breast, pinching her nipple between two fingers. He rubbed it gently before squeezing and teasing it with a rougher, more urgent pressure.

Her nipple, already slick with her own fluid and his saliva, was already hard and swollen. As his thumb slowly swept over it, Seojin’s back arched.

“Your reactions are all good—so why aren’t you saying anything?”

Rio’s tone was low and soft, but it was laced with unconcealed mockery.

He pulled his fingers out. Slowly, he withdrew them from her vagina, slick with her wetness and heat—

“Suck it.”

—and brought his hand to her lips.

“This is your state right now.”

Seojin gave up on just feeling it with her eyes closed and, tilting her head back, looked down at his hand.

Of course, she was aware of the shame. But already eroded by the instinct pounding in her core, she took his fingers between her lips.

“…Slurp…”

A wet sound slipped from her mouth. Rio watched her suck the fluid from his fingers and let out a languid sigh.

“So pretty.”

As Seojin’s lips slowly sucked on his fingers, Rio’s gaze never left her, fully aware of what it meant for her to accept him like this. He pulled his fingers from her wanton mouth and once again stroked her inner thigh.

Seojin wanted him to press her legs down and push himself inside her, but again, it was only his fingers. This time, he just teased the entrance to her vagina, his fingertips tapping and rubbing, tickling her before stopping.

“…Hah…!”

Seojin’s hips bucked reflexively, and Rio leaned his weight on her, pressing her down.

The smile was gone from his face now. Only his gaze remained, serious and obsessive, fixed solely on her.

“You should know. The moment I go inside you now, it’s over.”

He put his mouth on her nipple again. Sucking one, pinching the other. Below, his fingers continued to do nothing more than brush against the entrance to her vagina.

“I won’t do it like this. I won’t give it to you.”

At his cruel words, Seojin struggled to catch her breath. Her body was too hot. She was already drenched in sweat.

She couldn’t understand why he was making her ache, why he was tormenting her. In all the time she had known him, he had always been impossible to predict.

“So, Kang Seojin. When you’re on the verge of going crazy with need—”

He pressed his fingers against her entrance and whispered.

“—work for me. Make it pretty. Make me want to fuck you.”

At his words, Seojin couldn’t bring herself to be as vulgar as he probably wanted, but she spread her legs wider for his touch. Then, just one word.

“…Please.”

She breathed out the single word and stared at him.

Seeing that she still hadn’t let go of everything, Rio didn’t offer her his cock. Instead, he lowered his head. He touched his tongue to her inner thigh.

His hand, which had been tormenting her, moved to grip the sheet beside her, supporting his body. In its place, his lips and tongue began to lick away all her shame.

As his tongue traced a line up her inner thigh, Seojin’s lips parted slightly, her breathing no longer hiding her response.

“…Haaah…”

His warm breath tickled her entrance.

“Aahng…!”

Seojin shivered, but he only gathered his tongue into a point and brushed it, just once, over her most sensitive spot. Just once. Then he stopped.

“Ngh…!”

Seojin flinched.

Confirming her reaction, he pressed his lips firmly against her and began to lick in circles. He didn’t move quickly. This time, he used the broad, flat surface of his tongue, pressing down with a wet, heavy weight.

When his saliva dried, her own fluids would coat his tongue. When he swallowed, the rough texture of his drying tongue would stimulate her again.

“Hh, hah… ah…”

Seojin’s hips trembled.

Rio opened his mouth a little wider, sucking and biting at the area around her entrance, pressing his lips down and pulling.

“Haaahng… no…”

With each repetition of the two motions, Seojin’s breathing grew more ragged. She was in someone else’s house, not alone, and she gripped the sheets as the moans escaping her lips grew thinner and higher.

“Don’t say no. I don’t like it.”

Rio muttered, pulling his tongue away for a moment. Then he brought his mouth back to her. This time, he went deeper, his tongue brushing the inside of her entrance before pulling back, his lips sucking hard on her clitoris.

“Aahng… Hah, but… but…”

He didn’t stop. The hand that had been pressing on the bed now moved to spread her legs even wider as he drove her to the edge with his mouth alone.

“I told you to be honest.”

His tongue and lips—this man, Rio—kept tormenting her sensitive flesh. It was far beyond a simple tickle now.

Her body began to sway, overwhelmed by an unbearable tension and pleasure as he worked toward his desired result.

“Haah… haht… aht…!”

As she struggled against him, her thighs began to tremble. Then, finally abandoning all pretense of being a polite houseguest, Seojin slowly wrapped her legs around his head, as if to embrace him.

“…Nngh… so good… ah…!”

Having sex with the son of the house was hardly appropriate for a guest. But then, was she really a guest here?

The sensation was just too good. As if wanting to hold it tight, Seojin locked her thighs around Rio’s head, her lips trembling.

Her back arched like a bow on the damp sheets, her hands crumpling the fabric, clawing at it.

She didn’t know if someone might walk into the unlocked room, but she was oblivious to any potential gaze, focused only on her own pleasure, breaking apart just as he intended this night.

“Aaaahng…!”

An orgasm, ripped from her by his touch. Her body twisted and trembled, but she clung to Rio’s mouth, wringing out her own pleasure.

Rio sucked her deeper one last time against the torrent. But when he tried to lift his head, her tightly locked legs held him down. He slapped her thigh, a sharp smack.

The rich scent of her clung to his mouth, and his eyes were fixed on the face of the woman who had just shattered.

When Rio finally lifted his head, Seojin flinched at the stinging on her thigh, but her toes still refused to release him. Even as her body continued to twitch and tremble in the afterglow of her climax.

Having tasted pleasure once, a deeper thirst washed over Seojin.

Perhaps that was why her gaze instinctively followed his mouth. She drew in a sharp breath, her lips trembling as she spoke in a small voice.

“…Put it in me. Me, right now… put it inside… me.”

Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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