Chapter 86: The Price of an Interruption [R-18]

“…Give it to me.”

A trembling voice spilled from Seojin’s lips. They were so close she could clearly hear him swallow.

But Rio, his face full of amusement, simply caressed her.

“…Is that all you have to say after climbing on top of me like this?”

“No, this isn’t… it’s not like that…!”

“Then why are you so… hot?”

The hard length of his cock, resting against his thigh, brushed against her stomach. The sensation mingled with the sticky wetness already smeared on her bra.

Rio’s fingers slowly came to rest on her ass. The distinct outline of his erect cock pressed firmly against her stomach.

“…Yeah.”

Seojin’s shoulders flinched. A short breath escaped her lips, and Rio’s own breathing grew shallow and deep.

“Nice. All washed up and coming to offer yourself to me,” Rio whispered.

Seojin twisted her toes, caught between the urge to push him away and the struggle to regain her footing on her knees. But the movement only served to press the center of her body more firmly against Rio’s thigh.

The wet place between her slightly parted legs touched his thigh.

“…Hnngh.”

The stimulation was minor, but far too direct.

Seojin’s back stiffened. Noticing her reaction, Rio lowered his head slightly, his hand still resting on her ass.

When Seojin hurriedly reached for his ‘trophy’ to finish her task and get up, Rio lost his patience and brought his palm down hard.

Smack—! He didn’t hold back, spanking her hard enough to leave a handprint. Seojin’s back flinched and went rigid.

“Kya… ngh…!”

A short gasp burst out. The humiliation came before the pain. But her body trembled minutely in a way she couldn’t comprehend.

Smack—, again.

A second time, his palm struck her ass. It was more of a hot sensation than a painful one. At the sound of flesh meeting flesh, Seojin’s hips flinched and swayed.

“…Hn!”

“I want to do this outside, too… I hope you get used to it quickly.”

Smack—

One more time, a silent blow that resounded on her skin. His palm struck her ass, and Seojin finally let out a long breath.

“Hhngh…!”

The moan that rang in her ears was strangely drawn out, as if a breath she’d been holding back, or a tension she’d been deliberately maintaining, had finally burst.

Rio silently stroked her ass. With every touch of his palm against the compressed flesh, she shuddered as if sobbing, a tremor running from her shoulders down. All day today, this woman’s entire body had been screaming.

“It’s okay now,” he said leisurely. Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of the gray city quietly draped over his shoulders.

“Seojin. We’re not outside, are we? In here, you’re allowed to make noise.”

All the things that weren’t allowed outside. The twitching of her thighs hidden under her clothes, away from prying eyes; the kisses where she couldn’t dare tilt her head back; the breaths she’d swallowed to hide her embarrassment from a mere brush over her jeans. All of those things were permitted inside this house.

Now, she was draped over his lap. The hard length of his cock was pressed flush against her stomach through the fabric of his pants, and below the curve of her waist, her ass rested, swollen and full.

Between her legs, her entrance, slick and wet, clenched tightly, as if trying to seal a tiny crack.

“You’re going to keep getting hit,” he whispered quietly. Then he raised his palm again and brought it down on her ass.

Smack. Her ass instantly flushed a hot red.

“Ngh… haah…”

Seojin no longer held her breath. She hated to admit it, but the wetness left on the sofa was her fault, a result of the spanking alone. The indentations were her traces.

One of her breasts was pressed against his other thigh, and Rio briefly glanced down. The heavy, soft curve was warming the leg it rested against.

Smack— He struck her ass again. A clear handprint spread across the skin, which was already red as if burned.

“Feels good, getting hit?”

Seojin shook her head instinctively. She didn’t hold back. She didn’t even breathe. She just trembled, her lips quivering as she shook her head.

“There you go, being dishonest again.”

Rio reached for her underwear, but instead gathered her hands, which were resting on the sofa, and held them firmly behind her back. The hand that had been striking her ass now traced the valley between its cheeks.

And then, unexpectedly, his fingers swept directly over the wet place between her legs.

Seojin said nothing. Instead, a wet gasp fell onto his thigh. He quietly flicked her clit with his fingertip. Not rubbing, just a sharp—tap.

“Ngh…!”

“Cry out. Louder.”

“Ah, ahh…! I hate this…”

“More.”

“Ha, haah…!”

Three touches, three defiant cries. Her voice grew higher with each one, her body swaying more violently. But then Rio pulled his hand away.

“…Hn?”

When she unconsciously pressed her body closer, he finally let out a low laugh.

“Climbing all over me without permission. A bad habit.”

He used two fingers to spread the cheeks of her ass, then let them snap shut. This time, instead of her backside, his palm struck her center. With the sound of splashing wetness, Seojin couldn’t hold back and let out a loud moan.

“Haaahng…!”

He slowly slid his fingers up her body. They didn’t even touch her nipples, but a single shiver ran from her spine all the way down to her thighs.

“Rio, I don’t like this… Stop…!”

“Don’t you have to take responsibility for interrupting my masturbation?”

“I-I’ll apologize for that, so…!”

“No. I’m going to punish you, too. From now on, you can only make a sound or grind your hips when I give you permission. Understand?”

“…Ngh, that’s too much…!”

“Don’t talk back. Answer me properly.”

“…”

His finger slowly descended toward her clit. Just before it made contact, a fine tremor bloomed inside Seojin’s body. Tension, pleasure, fear, and anticipation.

His intentions, growing ever more direct, were transmitted to her. She had thought he wasn’t hiding much to begin with, but she was coming to understand him more deeply.

“…Ye… hhet…!”

A small answer leaked out. It was neither a word nor a breath, but a sound swept up in the throes of pleasure.

The moment she answered, Rio’s finger pressed down precisely on her clit. He didn’t rub or circle it. He just pressed and released it briefly, as if to show her it was there.

“Ngh…! Hhuu… Haat…”

A breath that sounded ready to burst escaped her. He had said she needed his permission, but the thought was so ingrained in her mind that the strength left her legs. Her knees fell open, and a trail of her wetness slowly trickled down Rio’s thigh.

“Right about now… the only thing in your head must be ‘please let me finish with this’.”

Seojin didn’t deny Rio’s words. Instead, she squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip hard. It was her way of saying yes.

Rio’s lips twisted into a smirk as he spoke quietly. “You pounced on me so eagerly, and my cock is still like this. If you don’t want me to use your underwear, you’ll have to do it yourself, won’t you?”

He rubbed his cock against her side. The protruding shape pressed distinctly against her skin, and Seojin couldn’t stop herself from leaning into it.

But Rio twisted his body, pinning her hands to the sofa.

“You’re not allowed to move.”

“…Ngh… hngh… Then… when… will you do it for me…?”

She had only moved because he’d told her to do it herself. Now, with her movements controlled, Seojin could only follow his fingers, her hips twitching, her lips trembling on the verge of tears.

“Do you want it?”

“…Th-that’s not it…”

“Mhmm,” he cooed, drawing out the sound as if soothing a child. And then he flicked her clit—hard.

“Haaaah…!”

A thrilling tremor, like she was about to fall off a cliff. But that was all.

Nothing more entered her. Not his fingers, not his cock, nothing. Seojin’s mouth hung open as her hips trembled.

“…Don’t just… keep doing this…”

She barely managed to speak, her words already close to a sob. Rio’s reply was chillingly cold.

“I’m not letting you off with something like that right now.”

What she had to do wasn’t issue a command, or even make an equal request. It was to plead and beg.

Seojin swallowed hard, hesitated for a moment, then opened her mouth.

“…Rio, you’re right. The truth is, I want to… I want yours… inside me…”

“What does that mean?”

He asked deliberately. Her words were direct enough, but he wanted to make her accept him more concretely, more obscenely.

“I… inside me… ngh, I want to be… filled… with Rio’s cock… Please let me…”

“Now you’re being a little cute.”

Rio pressed down firmly on her hands, which were pinned to her back.

“But not yet.”

Rio released her hands and helped her sit up. With Seojin no longer pressing down on him, he stood up and briefly walked over to the ashtray.

While he was at it, he put a fresh cigarette between his lips, then gestured with his finger for Seojin to lie back on the sofa.

“Legs up.”

“…Hn…?”

“Lift them yourself. Grab the inside of your knees with both hands.”

Seojin hesitated. But as Rio, who had stood to make room for her, lit his cigarette and took a step closer, gripping his cock in his hand, her arms moved as if on their own under his gaze.

Her legs parted, her knees raised, and between them, her slick flowed freely, shamelessly exposed. As if forcing open folded petals, her sex was clearly revealed.

He placed the crystal ashtray on Seojin’s stomach and pushed his cock close to her lips as she lay there.

The swollen cock, which just moments ago had been pressed against her damp flesh, now cast a long shadow over Seojin’s face.

“…If I lick… yours… will you put it inside me…?”

“We’ll see after you do it.”

Rio’s tone was still leisurely and dominant. Seojin knew that no more words were necessary. She parted her lips. And her tongue touched the head of his cock.

“…Ngh…”

Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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