Chapter 69: The Depravity of the Office [R-18]

Rio’s hand moved between Seojin’s legs, reaching inside her slowly, as if fumbling through water.

A ticklish tremor was already spreading deep in her lower belly. She squeezed her knees together slightly, gripping his thighs as she clung to his shoulders.

“…Ugh.”

No clear refusal or permission left her lips, but Rio didn’t bother to ask. This body was already open to him.

His fingers had already slipped past the fabric of her panties. It was damp and warm.

Seojin sucked in a sharp breath. At the sound, Rio pressed his lips to her other breast. Looking at the one he wasn’t caressing, he wished he had more hands.

But even without another hand, her breast was perfectly soft and full, filling his mouth. He supported her back with the hand that held her weight, while his other hand continued to tease her deep below.

“Hh… Ah… Rio, there—”

But the stimulation was already overwhelming, and she couldn’t finish her sentence.

As the tip of his tongue circled her taut nipple, she reacted with exquisite sensitivity, inhaling sharply. The trembling of her pelvis on his lap was transmitted through his lips.

He pressed his mouth deeper, savoring her slowly, as if tasting soft fruit pulp.

Below, the friction of his hand created a wetter sound that echoed from between her thighs. Seojin let her head fall forward, trembling as she tried to hold back.

“…Ngh…!”

Delighted by her cute reaction, Rio circled her a few more times before closing his lips over the swollen nipple once more. This time, unlike before, he pulled deeper, sucking as if to lift it firmly toward the ceiling.

“Hah…!”

Seojin exhaled a shaky breath. She already knew this sensation wasn’t just the peak of pleasure, but a premonition that something beyond it was about to burst forth.

She knew what he wanted, but she just couldn’t say it out loud.

His lips made a small, wet pop as he pressed down hard with his tongue before releasing. She felt not only a tingling from her mammary glands but also the sensation of something slowly beginning to flow from deep within her belly.

The man who despised boredom sucked hard, his tongue gathering to a sharp point and pressing deep. The moment he pulled his tongue away, what he had been waiting for came gushing into his mouth.

The milk that burst forth, pushing past his tongue, was a release—the sudden collapse of every suppressed sensation that had been building up.

“…Haaah, ha…!”

With the determination not to let a single drop spill, he tightened his lips and buried his face against her wet skin.

Seojin let out a breath like a final, strangled cry. A shiver ran down her spine. She threw her head back, clinging to Rio’s shoulders and squeezing her eyes shut against the storm of pleasure she couldn’t handle on her own.

Her long hair kept brushing against his cheek as it swayed. Still, his mouth was filled with an irresistible, warm, and faintly sweet taste.

Rio simply tilted his head slightly and swallowed it down with a series of soft gulps.

Seojin bit her lip hard. It wasn’t just her top half being stimulated; her pelvis was moving slowly, so slowly, toward his fingers.

If he would just push a little deeper, she felt like she would overflow from both above and below, unable to bear it any longer.

But his attention was now on her breast, which had become almost violently large, soft, and undone. It yielded pliantly under the pressure of his lips, only to spring back into place with a firm elasticity.

He pressed his lips against it again, making a sound.

Mwah—

“Aah… Rio…”

Her skin flushed red as she flinched. In the end, it was up to Seojin to clench with all her might against the remaining stimulation. She tensed her whole body and then let go all at once, a tremor shooting through her lower abdomen.

Her cunt was already thoroughly soaked around his fingers, slickness dripping from her.

His low chuckle was starkly clear. Rio briefly used the hand around her waist to sweep back her sweat-dampened hair.

“You like it? Dripping wet from top to bottom?”

As Rio’s fingers slowly withdrew from inside her, even the air that rushed in to fill the space felt heavy.

“…Don’t tease me.”

The fact that they were in an office no longer placed any constraints on them. Seojin was filled with the awareness that if it ended now, she would be the one left feeling strange.

“Pervert.”

Rio laughed softly.

That laugh shattered everything. Seojin’s body, her pride, and even the last boundary of her reason.

He quietly lifted her inner thigh and shifted his body. She was perched on the edge of the sofa, her legs still spread over his thighs as she caught her breath.

When his hand moved to pull off her panties, Seojin silently complied, lifting her hips slightly to help. In this space where even the sound of undressing was erotic, normal conversation had long since become meaningless.

“Relax.”

Rio’s voice bored into her ear.

The cock he pulled from his pants drew closer and closer to the exposed entrance of Seojin’s cunt. Finally, it brushed against her, a light friction, and then pressed in.

“…Hnngh, ha…!”

Seojin’s eyes fluttered open.

Her cunt parted, and that hot sensation pushed in slowly, head first. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her fingers trembling.

“This wet… I can’t help but slide in all at once.”

With those whispered words, he thrust his hips deep. Thump— With a wet, sticky sound, Seojin’s insides were pried open.

“Haah…!”

Beneath her hips, the dampness of her fluids spread across the sofa’s fabric. Leaning on his shoulders with her knees spread, Seojin couldn’t breathe properly.

Even here, Rio’s cock was too deep inside her, filling her too completely.

Thrust, thrust—

He pounded into her harder and harder. Her thighs slapped against his pelvis, their wet skin making tearing sounds, and she unconsciously tightened her grip on him.

“Hyeut…!”

As his cock hit her cervix, Seojin’s vision momentarily blurred. Rio’s hands moved between her breasts, thighs, waist, and shoulders, gripping her, enveloping her completely.

On an office sofa, with no blankets, no bed, no sheets.

A savage rhythm, permitted only between the two of them, left obscene sounds beneath the metal frame.

“Ah, ahh, ah, no! Stop, please!”

Her petulant protests, growing more intense with time, were a sign that her climax was near. As the sensation reached deep into her womb, Seojin’s eyes rolled back slightly.

“Where do you think you’re…!”

The moment Rio’s hand gripped her breast and pulled her closer,

“…Haaah!”

As expected, Seojin’s insides trembled violently. This time, she’d even come with him. Her wet cunt twitched and clenched, taking in everything he had.

Sweat beaded on both their foreheads from the vigorous movement. He left his cock buried inside her, squeezing out the last of his seed with a final twitch, and held her tight, letting out a short breath.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Lingering heat, a subtle tremor. While Rio’s hardness was still inside her, twitching faintly and leaving its afterglow…

“…Ugh.”

Seojin lowered her head with a cry full of shame. Her face was flushed all the way to her cheeks. She buried her face in his shoulder as if exhausted and mumbled.

“How… am I supposed to come to work tomorrow…”

Pat, pat. Seojin draped her arm over his shoulder, past the spot that was surely covered in marks, and tapped his back a couple of times with a weak hand.

“Why? You planning on getting yourself wet thinking about work?”

Rio slowly stroked her thigh.

“If you’re going to do that, you might as well come lift your skirt and show me. I’ll take it as your fare for the ride to work.”

Seojin’s face flushed bright red again.

A mixture of embarrassment and anger rose in her, and she glared at him resentfully, but Rio just grinned, crinkling his brow in amusement.

“…You’re so mean!”

Seojin turned her head and buried her face in his chest.

Rio did all the work anyway, and her role was just to follow him around, but still! To bring her here and then say that!

“Maybe we’ll try it on the desk tomorrow…”

At that, Seojin looked up at him, hissing like a cat.

“You said we were doing this because it’s my first day and all that…!”

Before she could get any angrier, Rio laughed and reached out. His beautiful fingers gently brushed her cheek.

“Haha, did I? Good girl, good girl.”

At his playful touch, Seojin once again turned and buried her face in his chest. Knowing she couldn’t resist for long, she had to at least try to put up a fight.

Though once was hardly enough, Rio pouted at Seojin’s firm resolve to leave this place, making up excuses about being hungry or whatever else she could think of.

With Seojin still clinging to him, he draped his strewn-about shirt over one shoulder and was about to pull a cigarette from his pocket when—

“No smoking in the building.”

This time, he was hit by Seojin’s valid counterattack. He scratched his head, stuffed the cigarette back in his pocket, and looked down at her with dissatisfaction.

“Just get dressed.”

“Yes, sir.”

He replied meekly to Seojin’s uncompromising attitude.

After that, they took out wet wipes and did their best to clean up the traces of their lovemaking before getting dressed. Seojin quickly tried to fasten her bra, but the damn hook was giving her trouble, and she was struggling to get even one clasp done.

“So clumsy.”

Rio brushed her hands away, undid the single hook she had painstakingly managed to fasten, and wrapped his hands around her back.

“It’s different when you do it yourself, you know?”

He gently caressed her back, fastened the strap to the correct hook, and tucked in the rest of her shirt. For a moment, she was docile—

“Nngh!”

Rio squeezed her soft breast, and Seojin slapped his hand away.

“I was just fixing it for you.”

“What kind of fixing is that?”

“Think of it as custom-fit body ironing.”

Seojin blushed and took a few steps away from him, picking up the rest of her clothes. This time it was her panties, which were now too soaked and uncomfortable to wear…

She’d only managed to flee a few steps. Seeing her hesitate, Rio smiled and said, “I’ll take you straight home, so just go without them.”

He snatched the panties, brought them to his nose, and took a deep breath of her scent. When Seojin, beet red, tried to grab them back, he just laughed and put on his jacket, slipping them into the pocket.

“Rio!”

“You have to finish getting dressed, right?”

Only the artificial fluorescent lights remained on in the building.

Beneath that light, the two of them left the office and walked down the hallway as if nothing had happened.

Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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