Chapter 82: Public Play [R-18]

“You’ll have to leave the doll here.”

Seojin hesitated for a moment before nodding. The moment she carefully placed the stuffed doll from her arms onto the storage shelf, the cool air hit her, and her chest was completely exposed.

Without a bra, the thin fabric clung to her already large breasts, revealing their shape in perfect detail.

Seojin instinctively swept her hair forward. The hair she let fall over her left shoulder covered her jawline, while the rest provided a flimsy veil over the front of her shirt.

Though she nonchalantly ducked her head, sweat was already beading on her back.

“Pfft.”

Rio didn’t hide his laughter as he watched her squirm with shame.

Please, I hope no one saw…

But contrary to her hopes, by the time the ride started to move and the announcement played over the speakers, she could feel real stares, not just her imagination.

Someone in the row next to them nudged their friend with an elbow, and the two of them swallowed a laugh, their eyes fixed on her.

Seojin did her best to avoid their gazes, pressing her back firmly against the seat.

“Here we go—!”

With a clunk, the safety bar lowered. The ride jolted forward, and she sucked in a breath.

As the wind swept her hair back, the skin she’d tried to hide was pressed firmly against the safety bar, drawing casual glances.

“Hah…”

Seojin hunched down as much as she could, but as the ride twisted and dropped, the wind kept whipping her hair back.

And the outline of her nipples, pressed between her shirt and the safety bar, made it impossible for her to focus on the ride.

“Nngh…!”

“—I thought you said you weren’t scared.”

“That’s not… that’s not what this is about…!”

With flustered eyes and burning earlobes, Seojin couldn’t bring herself to look at him, biting her lip hard.

What should have been a fun ride was now laced with a perverse thrill. Everything felt like an enemy today, yet despite it all, a subtle, ticklish heat bloomed in her lower belly.

The instant the ride stopped and the safety bar lifted, Seojin crossed her arms over her chest faster than anyone else.

Pressing her arms against her chest, she stood with her body hunched over. A cool breeze brushed against the sweat-dampened fabric clinging to her back and chest, and yet it felt like another sharp, sensitive prick against her skin.

“Haha.”

Rio’s voice followed her, but instead of answering, she hurried toward the storage shelf.

But her quickening pace and the light stares she felt on her back only made her more frantic.

As soon as she reached it, she snatched the doll from the shelf and clutched it to her chest. The soft bundle of cotton felt like her only shield, covering her chest and allowing her to finally breathe.

Keeping her head down, Seojin walked half a step ahead of Rio, quickly exiting the ride area.

“Where are you going?”

His voice, coming from behind her, was a notch lower and clearer than usual.

Seojin stopped but didn’t turn around, only hugging the doll tighter.

A moment later, his hand slid naturally beneath the doll to wrap around her waist.

“It’s my turn to choose, isn’t it?”

At his words, Seojin lifted her head.

When she followed his gaze, she saw it in the distance: the log flume, a water ride.

The one where boats slid down a waterway, sending up a huge spray of water.

“That one… you get wet on that one, don’t you?!”

“That’s right.”

“I… I’m not wearing anything underneath….”

At that, Rio nuzzled his head against the top of hers.

“That’s exactly why we’re riding it.”

As Rio gently pulled her into his arms, Seojin tried to hide herself in his embrace, flustered, but he just silently stroked her back.

“It’s fine. If we get wet, we can just dry off.”

“That’s not— that’s not the problem….”

But as she cautiously followed him into the queue, wrapped in his arm, she found herself once again inside the protective shield of his embrace.

While they waited in line, Rio shielded her anxious form, using his own arm and the doll to cover her chest.

Whenever the wind blew and scattered her hair, he would tuck it back.

“Don’t move it…”

Seojin couldn’t lift her face. Even meeting his eyes was too embarrassing.

“…Do we really have to ride this?”

“Are you scared?”

“No, it’s just…”

“Then it’s fine.”

From behind, he lightly pressed his lips to her cheek.

“Ah, how exciting.”

That short exclamation… it was the first time. The first time she’d ever heard his voice so full of childlike laughter.

Seojin, whose sharp eyes rarely softened, looked up with wide, round eyes. And there it was—Rio’s bright laugh, genuinely enjoying the amusement park.

He tilted his head slightly under the sun-drenched light.

What was she supposed to do with a man who only got excited from things like this? Seojin let out a laugh of disbelief.

In the log flume’s seats, the two sat side-by-side in the same row. At first, she huddled in on herself, afraid of the splash, but the beginning of the ride was surprisingly calm.

But as soon as they went over the last, highest hill.

“Kyaaah—!”

Thump. The moment the boat slid down the slope, a feeling of being thrown forward was accompanied by a massive wave of water that crashed directly over them.

“Ugh…!”

Seojin instinctively covered her face and ducked her head.

Despite the splash guard, her clothes… everything was soaked, right down to her skin. It was all because she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

The shirt clung to her skin, the lines of her breasts clearly visible.

As if by instinct, Seojin wrapped her arms around her chest, pressed her knees tightly together, and averted her gaze.

“You’re insane, really…”

Hiding her flushed face, she got off the ride and tried her best to pull the fabric away from her body as she looked at Rio.

“—Ngh.”

Led by his hand, a moan unfitting for an amusement park escaped Seojin’s lips.

She couldn’t lift her head, not with the feeling of her nipples brushing against the clinging, wet fabric every time she moved.

A small service door. Above it, a sign: [Temporarily Closed for Inspection – Staff Only].

He, a man who had little regard for rules, grinned freely as he pulled her behind the door, into a space cut off from the flow of people.

“W-Wait… this place is…!”

“See? No one’s here.”

There, with the faint, distant sounds of music and the clatter of rides in the background, Seojin’s breath came out in a ragged gasp.

Rio knelt on one knee and slowly began to roll up her wet shirt, starting from her stomach.

As the back of his hand brushed under the fabric, moving past her belly to her slightly raised ribs and chest, Seojin sucked in a sharp breath.

“No, not here… it’s a public place…! And I can’t… not dressed like this!”

“Don’t they do that in Korea these days? Topless fashion, things like that.”

Though he could have clearly lifted it higher, Rio instead pulled her down, embracing her side and breast at the same time, and pressed his lips to the thin, clinging fabric.

“Hhngh…!”

His mouth wasn’t even touching her directly, but the moist, soft pressure made her feel as if his tongue was right on her nipple. A shiver ran down her spine.

Meanwhile, his hand traveled up her side, gently kneading along the curve of her breast.

“…Hah… Rio, really, not here…!”

“It’ll be fine, as long as you don’t scream.”

His palm, resting below her breast, pushed upward without the slightest hesitation. Her nipple, which until now had only been pressed by wet cloth, was suddenly caught between the cool air and his palm.

“Ah… Hhhp…!”

Her body jolted. She swallowed the sound that was almost a scream, but its echo lingered in her mouth.

“Your body seems to be enjoying it…”

Rio pulled the shirt all the way up over her breasts and, with a sliding motion, gripped one deeply in his palm. At the sensation of wet flesh spilling between his fingers, Seojin’s legs instinctively clamped together.

Now his lips closed over her bare nipple, and the hardened peak rolled inside his mouth.

“Ah… Aahng…!”

The doll had already fallen from her arms and lay on the ground. Rio used his large hands to rub her breast, pressing down with his tongue.

Feeling the unrelenting pressure of his suckling, Seojin’s knees buckled and she bent forward.

“Please… really… not now…!”

“No, darling.”

At Rio’s whispered voice, Seojin clamped both hands over her mouth.

The slow torment of Rio’s tongue on her nipple finally ceased, and his hand began to travel downward.

Rio’s hand wrapped around her waist, then slid down, following the line of her hip.

He traced the line where her jeans met her bare skin, his fingertips rubbing the border between flesh and fabric a few times, making her legs tremble.

“Ngh…!”

“I won’t take them off. Just… inside.”

With those words, the button at her waist came undone with a silent pop. The zipper stayed up, but his hand slipped smoothly into the gap.

While Seojin hastily grabbed her shirt and pulled it down, his fingers were already tracing a path up her inner thigh.

His bony hand slid between her bare skin and the lining of her pants, delving deeper and deeper. Seojin could only press down harder on the hem of her shirt, which she gripped with both hands.

“Hah… hngh…! …Nnngh…!”

Her cheeks flushed crimson, and with the heat pooling in her lower body, she had nothing to lean on and could only curl into herself.

“Good girl. Spread them.”

The request was so shameless. Seojin shook her head, but her knees had already gone half-weak.

Without any help from her, Rio’s hand began to press against her sex, rubbing at the damp, wet flesh.

“You want to take your time? Fine.”

Her hips twitched. The insides of her thighs tickled unbearably.

Rio rubbed in circles around her labia, his fingers brushing against her clit, before pressing down—hard—on the hardened center.

Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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