Chapter 62: A Hasty Retreat [R-18]

“Alright. Then I’ll give you the punishment you wanted, starting now.”

Rio pulled his cock out with force, only to slam back in, burying himself so deep her back arched off the bed.

“Hah…!”

She scrambled to grip the sheets, but her hands soon lost their hold and she reached out, clinging to Rio’s arm.

He fucked her relentlessly, as if taking out all his anger on her, on the woman who was begging him for this.

The sound of the bed hitting the wall, the sound of Seojin’s ragged breaths, the wet, sticky slapping sound spreading from her drenched cunt—it all drilled into her ears.

“Hah.”

Unlike when he usually toyed with her, Rio’s voice was strained, all his focus on the force of his thrusts.

“You’ve got a cunt that strangles a cock, so I have to fuck you like this to make you stop.”

With those words, his hips drove in even deeper, and Seojin’s mouth fell open, unable to hide her moans.

“Ugh… Aah…! That much…! Haaaah…! More… fuck me more…!”

She couldn’t finish her sentence.

With every thrust of his cock, her vaginal walls clenched and released, coiling around him of their own accord. Her ass spread wide open, the pulse of her cunt vibrating at the tip of his cock.

It was proof. Proof that Seojin wanted this, that she was right on the verge of climax. And he, who couldn’t possibly fail to notice, drove his hips deeper one more time.

“Hh… Rio… Aahng…! Ah… I’m…”

Unable to suppress her cries, her vision blurred with tears as she clung to Rio.

“I’m coming…! Right now, because of you… come with me…!”

At her words, her cunt twitched, trembled, and contracted as if it would burst—

“Aahng… Aaaah…!”

Seojin came. Just as she’d wanted, she climaxed while milking Rio’s cock, shattering from within.

Her body trembled, convulsing. The pleasure erupting inside her made her hips twist, her legs wrapping tightly around Rio’s waist as if to hold on for dear life.

She was already at her limit. Her cunt was clenched tight, and the wetness of her orgasm soaked him all the way to the tip of his cock. There was enough fluid to rival a stream of piss.

That damp, searing heat was what finally broke Rio.

“……Fuck.”

He spat out a short curse and thrust harder, and from the cock buried deep inside her, his semen shot out, aimed for her womb.

“Haah…!”

Rio exhaled as if his breath had been stolen.

“Uuungh—!!”

Seojin’s cunt was still clamped tight around his ejaculating cock, taking in all of his hot seed.

“Hh… Rio… it feels good…!”

The first jet erupted, followed by a second, deeper and more copious, and a third that pushed so far it seemed to touch the wall of her uterus.

She was already overflowing.

Her cunt, just like its master, twitched as if to swallow every last drop, their final waves of pleasure mixing and finishing inside her body.

“Heok…”

Before long, Seojin was thoroughly drenched with the semen he’d poured into her at least a couple of times. Even after coming, Rio’s cock didn’t shrivel, instead swelling again inside her, given no time to cool.

“……Again…?” she asked, having barely caught her breath.

Instead of answering, Rio simply pulled Seojin’s limp body, her thighs still spread, into his arms and reinserted himself.

“Ugh…!”

“Since when does a pussy talk back?”

As his cock slid all at once into the opening that was already stretched to his size, Seojin reflexively twisted her hips and wrapped her legs around him.

“Hnng, I’m sorry…!!”

“Good. This is the punishment you wanted.”

And again—thump, thump, thump.

The bedsheets were no longer in place, and the mattress beneath was soaked with semen and her slick.

The insides of Seojin’s thighs were mottled with handprints, bite marks, and other indescribable bruises from being clawed at. Rio’s torso was etched with nameless scratches and the marks where Seojin had bitten down hard enough to break the skin.

2 a.m., 3 a.m., and then 4 a.m.

The night was their own private hell, a nexus of unending desire. Drenched in a slick of fluids that blurred the lines between them, the two collided, shattered, and broke each other again and again.

5:40 a.m.

Before the sun rose, a swollen and bruised Seojin gathered her clothes from the floor and put them on. She was on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion, but the thought that she couldn’t possibly sleep next to him while he kept ramming into her seemed to have been hammered into her brain.

Rio, looking just as haggard, put a cigarette to his lips and flicked a lighter beside her. He leaned his body unsteadily against hers.

“Just five minutes.”

With their backs pressed together, unable to sleep on this night where even emotion had evaporated, they briefly closed their eyes.

6:12 a.m.

The front door opened quietly.

Seojin’s hair was still a mess, and Rio had only thrown on a coat, his shirt still unbuttoned. In that state, he got into the car and started the engine without a word.

Outside the car window, the blue hue of dawn was just beginning to push away the night. They looked like a pair of reckless teenagers running away from home without their parents’ knowledge. After thoroughly trashing the room, they left without a word of goodbye or a thought for the cleanup.

“……”

There was no conversation in the car, even as they crossed the same bridge they had come over on. Only the sound of jazz cut through the silence.

The city was asleep. Outside the window, the world wavered in the bluish gap between darkness and dawn.

Seojin felt her damp hair drying in the heater’s breeze. She watched the scenery pass by before suddenly turning her head.

Rio was driving crookedly, leaning back against his seat. His shirt was still unbuttoned, and a bruise from the night’s activities peeked out from under his sleeve.

To Rio, Seojin must have looked even worse, but he, too, was covered in the marks of their lovemaking.

Strange.

Seojin leaned back very slowly against the seat.

Then, she gently rested her head in the direction of his shoulder. Rio glanced at her.

“……Going to sleep?”

There was no deep meaning or emotion in his words. It was just a simple question, delivered in a flat tone.

When Seojin closed her eyes without answering, Rio turned off the radio with an indifferent hand.

She was completely entangled with this unstable man from whom she could expect nothing more. She knew she shouldn’t hope for things like consideration or affection.

And yet, it felt as if she could lay all her desires, anxieties, and thoughts about the future on him, and if she fell asleep, she wouldn’t have to think about anything for a while.

“…Just five minutes.”

She murmured the words and closed her eyes.

*

“……Ugh…”

There was no hangover, but this was the worst morning-after imaginable. Seojin’s mind woke first, but her eyelids were heavy, and her arms and knees refused to fully straighten from their bent positions.

Her body felt as if it had stiffened in the exact position she’d fallen asleep in. The groan that escaped her lips wasn’t from simple fatigue, but the deep, bone-weary exhaustion that comes from being fucked senseless and twisted into knots all night.

When she finally managed to pry her eyelids open, she was met with a sun that had already passed its zenith, its light streaming softly through the window. The sunlight colored the bedsheets. She had woken up in the afternoon, held in Rio’s arms.

But what felt more uncomfortable than anywhere else—so much so that she thought it might be better to just sleep forever—was her lower abdomen.

Seojin slowly lowered her head. All she could see were her own breasts, but Rio’s arm was wrapped around her waist, and lower still, between her legs, a heavy, sticky sensation remained.

…How long is he going to sleep?

She tried to move slowly. But Rio’s arm was still wrapped firmly around her, and with her body already lacking any strength, it was difficult to turn over or get up.

A slow churn—

“Ah… hhk.”

But even that small movement made her lower belly twist sluggishly. A momentary pang of pain shot through her, and Seojin’s toes curled.

She tried to hold it in, but the urge to expel the contents of her body was overwhelming. The residue that had been condensed inside her all night—a mixture of the fluid he’d poured into her and what her own body had produced—began to push its way out of her cunt.

No…

But trapped by Rio’s arm, Seojin could only lie there as she released a heavy, white residue onto the sheets.

She clamped her lips shut, making no sound.

Normally, it might have flowed out thinly, but this fluid was thick, containing jelly-like clumps of semen. It seeped down the inside of her thigh and into the sheet. This wasn’t just a dirty discharge.

It was proof that she had held the traces of the man who had made her come again and again all night inside her, without any resistance.

Seojin turned her stiff neck to look at the face of her partner in this outrageous crime.

He was still asleep. His breathing was shallow, his eyebrows slack as if in simple exhaustion. His ridiculously handsome face was even more so in sleep, poised on the boundary between a rugged foreign actor and a boy of angelic beauty.

“Ugh…”

Out of sheer frustration, she wanted to do more than just hit him once. She wanted to beat him senseless, but she knew that ruining that high nose bridge would break the hearts of many women, so she settled for wanting to slap his cheeks over and over until he woke up.

But she stopped at the fantasy, not daring to do something she couldn’t handle. Besides, while she couldn’t move either, it was probably for the best that he was asleep and not doing anything to her.

All she could do now was open and close her fists, trying to bring sensation back to her extremities. After that, she started massaging her arms, trying to reclaim her stiff body.

She had a single goal: she had to wipe away what was between her legs before she smeared it even further into the sheets and blankets.

“Nngh…”

Striving for that goal, Seojin slowly stretched out an arm toward the box of tissues she had seen over his shoulder when she turned her head earlier.

The discharge wasn’t over. She could still feel a sticky sensation trickling down the inside of her thigh. The sheet was already wet, and she still felt heavy inside.

…Tissues, at least.

Before she ended up pressing her body even closer to his, Seojin lifted herself just enough to bear the weight on her waist, twisting her body and reaching for the box on the nightstand behind him.

Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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