Chapter 85: The Lingering Afterglow of a One-Day Vacation [R-18]

Boom—!

Above the grounds where the parade had passed, the sky now burst open.

A giant flower of light bloomed in the sky, tearing through the amusement park’s night. The crowd roared in unison as the sounds of camera shutters and music vibrated through the plaza.

Boom—!

The air trembled again as another firework ascended slowly before exploding, bathing the plaza in brilliant light. Everyone tilted their heads up.

Not a single person there was looking at the ground.

“Whoa…!”

“That’s insane!”

“Did you get that? The last one?!”

Cheers erupted and the music swelled. As thousands of eyes chased the flames in the sky, a woman on the edge of the crowd held her breath.

Her thighs trembled faintly. Rio’s hand slowly swept down the back of hers, which was slick with a thin sheen of sweat. He stopped right at the line—pretending not to cross it, yet the sensation of his touch, so blatantly brushing against her inner thigh, was undeniable.

“Another one’s coming.”

Rio whispered in her ear.

At that very moment, Boom—! Boom! Boom!

Fireworks exploded in succession, and the surrounding excitement reached its peak. The sky above belonged to everyone, but in this moment, Seojin’s world had narrowed to a single point: the space just below her waist.

“Hah…!”

A short, sharp breath escaped her, masked by the loud music and the roar of the fireworks. It was unmistakably a cry, an orgasm, but lost in the sound and celebration, no one noticed.

Rio gently squeezed her hand. He acted as if to soothe her trembling, but his own hand never stopped its movements.

“Haha…”

Though the beautiful fireworks were reflected in her eyes, Seojin clenched her jaw and bit down on her lip. Her shoulders shook, but his back was a firm wall supporting her.

The crowd filmed the sky, capturing the highlight of their day. Rio watched her face, capturing her expression. This was their secret commemorative photo.

A memory imprinted on her body as she climaxed with each burst of light.

When the final firework flashed across the sky and faded with the music, a collective sigh of awe and disappointment rippled through the crowd.

“Wow… that was so pretty.”

“Tag me in your story.”

People looked down at their smartphones, each reliving their own memories. Curled up quietly under the blanket, Seojin’s heart was still pounding as if it would burst.

Rio stroked her back.

“Should we head out now?”

There was no reason to linger in the cooling air. Seojin started to nod, then froze. She was too embarrassed to move, the afterglow too intense.

“…Just a moment.”

She quietly gripped the hem of his clothes, leaning against him without realizing it. As if understanding her unspoken plea, Rio slowly placed a hand on her head.

“You’re warm. Guess you don’t want to cool down yet.”

Seojin said nothing. Instead, she silently clutched his shirt beneath the blanket.

For a moment, in that corner hidden from all eyes, she had been half-naked, climaxing from masturbation. The shame was overwhelming…

Meanwhile, the remaining people began to disperse.

They were all busy organizing their last videos, uploading to social media, and packing their souvenir bags. Amidst the bustle, Rio and Seojin quietly walked away.

With the blanket draped over her shoulders, Seojin still seemed to be lost in that moment. Her cheeks were flushed, and her steps were cautious, as if someone might be watching them.

“Let’s go home,” Rio said, tossing the words out casually.

Seojin looked up, startled, but he was already walking with his hands clasped behind his back, swallowing a yawn.

Outside the amusement park, it was surprisingly quiet. The lights were all concentrated inside; just a short walk away, the night was serene and dark.

As they walked toward his car in the vast parking lot, Rio naturally took Seojin’s hand.

“Is it hard to walk?”

“No…”

But her voice was so small, it was impossible to tell if she was lying or telling the truth.

“Liar.”

Rio caressed the base of her thumb. It didn’t matter to him either way.

“The car’s this way,” he said in a no-nonsense tone.

Seojin followed him instinctively. A chilly breeze was already blowing in this less-lit area near the quiet exit.

Their steps were slower than the crowd’s, their emotions still slowly cooling.

Rio familiarly opened the passenger-side door.

“Get in.”

Seojin carefully gathered her legs and slid into his prized car. When Rio shut the door, the noise of the outside world was instantly cut off.

Rio got into the driver’s seat and started the engine. The dashboard lights flickered on, casting a soft glow on Seojin’s face.

The pop song from earlier resumed, filling the car. As she settled into the familiar seat, she felt the day, which had been anything but short, finally coming to an end.

As he pulled out of the parking lot, Seojin sat beside him, quietly hugging the ugly stuffed doll. She hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“Thank you for coming with me today.”

She squeezed her legs together, her brows furrowing slightly in embarrassment. He had done many terrible things, but she still had to say what needed to be said.

“It was nothing.”

Rio glanced at her briefly, then smiled.

She was exhausted, and the day had been filled with things she definitely shouldn’t have done, but she was certain she would remember it even ten years from now. The road at night was quiet, and the heat and cheers of the plaza grew more distant.

When she turned her head, Rio’s silhouette was faintly reflected in the passing lights.

His well-defined jawline, his hair that had been slicked back now slightly disheveled. And yet, strangely, to Seojin, the Rio of this moment felt both the most unfamiliar and the most familiar.

Rio stared ahead silently for a moment, then stopped at a red light and tapped his fingers lightly on the window.

He was humming softly. The faint red light from outside bled into the car, and the mellow jazz flowing from the stereo overlapped with his humming.

Listening to the sound, Seojin found herself tapping the doll with her fingers, tap, tap, without realizing it. For some reason, even though Rio wasn’t smiling, the atmosphere felt incredibly pleasant.

Late at night, the car pulled quietly into his building’s parking garage. Long shadows stretched from the base of the building as the two of them headed inside with a familiar ease.

The moment they stepped through the front door, Seojin let out a deep breath she didn’t know she’d been holding.

The unique scent of Rio’s home. A slightly heavy mix of leather and cologne.

“…Huu.”

Finally, after more than half a day, Seojin was free from the countless anxieties that had gripped her—the fear of being labeled an exhibitionist for wandering an amusement park without underwear.

It was a simple sigh, but it held layers of meaning. Exhaustion, relief, and… a slow, leisurely sense of liberation.

“I’m going to shower first.”

All she had to do now was take this off, and she would just be someone who had undressed to wash at home. Since she was already without underwear, it didn’t take long for Seojin to become completely naked and walk toward the bathroom.

Rio chose to watch her from behind rather than join her. Then, as the bathroom door closed and the faint sound of running water began, he pulled out the day’s spoils: her underwear.

The panties had dried stiff where they had been wet. Instead of the panties he had used as a handkerchief, Rio was left holding only her large bra.

“……”

In the darkened living room, the city’s nightscape shimmered quietly beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Amidst the silent lights and gray reflections, Rio slowly took a drag from his cigarette.

In his hand was the bra. The one Seojin had worn today.

He hooked a finger through the shoulder strap and spun it around, feeling nothing in particular. Again and again. Soundless, meaningless, as if trying to empty his mind.

The ash grew long, and the cherry of the cigarette shrank.

He placed the bra on his thigh and rested his hand over it, slowly moving one finger.

It wasn’t born of any particular desire or emotion. It was like a scene at the very end of the day, concluding without any need for further embellishment.

When the cigarette burned down, he quietly exhaled a stream of smoke.

Clink. The sound of it being stubbed out in the ashtray. That brief friction was the last sensation on his skin. Just then, the bathroom door opened.

“I’m running a bath.”

Seojin had seemingly given herself a quick wipe-down with a towel. Wet strands of hair clung to her shoulders, her naked body just damp enough not to drip.

The smell of smoke she hadn’t noticed before. Rio didn’t even glance at her. Seojin walked toward him, his head barely visible over the back of the sofa.

Curious about what he was doing, Seojin frowned at the sight of him masturbating, thinking him the very incarnation of lust. But then her eyes caught the long strap between his hand and his cock, and one of the bra cups. She screamed.

“Aah!”

Without even managing to form a word, Seojin rounded the sofa and lunged, her hand reaching over the armrest. Rio feigned nonchalance and pulled his hand away.

“What are you doing with this!”

Seojin tried to snatch the bra from his hand, but Rio slowly evaded her, placing it on his thigh.

The tips of his fingers were stroking the inside of the cup, and the back of his hand was already glistening with a crust of dried pre-cum.

“Masturbating.”

Rio parted his thighs slightly. A wet spot had spread across the fabric of his pants. When he slid the bra aside, a faint sheen was visible in the clear impression it left on the damp cloth.

“Don’t interrupt. I only helped when you were doing it.”

Unable to just accept that and walk away, Seojin leaned forward to grab it. Rio let out a short breath and twisted his body.

“That’s ridiculous, let go…!”

As she pulled on one of the bra straps, she lost her balance. For a second, Rio’s wrist and the back of her hand slipped past each other.

Thump.

Her knee slid off the sofa cushion, and her body tumbled right onto Rio’s lap.

Her breasts pressed against him. Her still-damp skin landed on his pants, directly over his thighs. And beneath her, the place he was still pressing down firmly with his hand.

A hard length brushed against her stomach.

“……”

“Ah. Like this?”

Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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