Chapter 88: The Dog Guarding the House [R-18]

A long time had passed since the front door closed, but Seojin was still on the sofa.

Her body had cooled and the traces of him had dried, but her heart still trembled as if a part of it were caught in Rio’s grasp.

“……”

This wouldn’t do. Finally, she moved.

As if in defiance, Seojin got up, went to the dressing room, and pulled on a white t-shirt. A baggy, oversized shirt she’d grabbed at random.

Her long hair clung unpleasantly to the nape of her neck, so she tied it up tightly, but a shower… not yet.

Not while the scent he’d left on her yesterday still faintly lingered.

“…Hnngh.”

There was no one to talk to in the empty apartment.

Left alone, the home felt far too large. She walked to the master bedroom door but didn’t open it.

Heading to the kitchen, she opened the refrigerator, but all that was inside were a few bottles of water and some alcohol. This was what happened when they ate out every meal. Thankfully, she wasn’t hungry yet.

What I’m hungry for… isn’t that kind of thing.

She stared blankly at the table where a single black card lay. He had told her she could use it whenever she wanted, but as always, Seojin couldn’t bring herself to use it freely.

With no phone, she eventually returned to the sofa. In this house, contact with the outside world didn’t exist unless it was through Rio.

The city wind, the apartment building across the way, the flow of time.

She became newly aware of how cut off she was from most things she’d had when she was a man. She remained seated, quietly gazing out the window.

She never knew his absence could make the apartment feel this silent. Wanting to stop thinking, she gently closed her eyes.

Just… for a little while, she wanted to at least pretend she wasn’t waiting.

And so, like a dog that had fallen asleep, tired of waiting, yearning for the sound of its master’s footsteps in the empty house, Seojin sank into a brief, nap-like unconsciousness.

“…Hah…!”

A short gasp, a broken breath as if she were being chased, escaped her trembling lips. By the time she opened her eyes, her chest was already rising and falling, her heart pounding.

She couldn’t remember what she had just dreamed.

There was only the sensation of having taken someone in, despite being all alone. Her swollen core throbbed, and the t-shirt clung stickily to her bare skin, with no underwear beneath it.

Seojin clenched her fists. She was instinctively squeezing her thighs together, but for all she knew, she might have been spreading herself open in her dream without even realizing it.

“…Rio…?”

His name escaped her lips unconsciously. In that moment, she felt as if he were somewhere in the apartment.

A familiar scent, an illusion seeping into the stillness where there was no sign of life.

Seojin slowly rose from the sofa. And just like that, she walked toward the master bedroom. She hadn’t entered last night, so it had only been a day.

With no knock, no hesitation, Seojin opened the door.

“…Ah.”

Contrary to her hopes, the bed was empty.

The sheet was neatly arranged, the wardrobe was closed, and there was nothing draped over the chair where he usually sat.

But one thing, and one thing only, remained: the scent in the room.

Seojin took one step, then another, into the room. She could tell she was being timid.

She approached the bed and grasped the comforter with one hand. Then, she carefully knelt and leaned her body against it.

‘…Damn it.’

The comforter smelled of Rio.

His shampoo, fabric softener, and his unique scent mixed with cigarettes and cologne. The fragrance burrowed into Seojin’s heart.

If I hadn’t sent the laundry out… there would have been more of yesterday’s scent left…

A ridiculous thought. She wished she were holding the laundry that was sent to the cleaners every day; for this moment, at least, she wanted a trace of him to remain.

Seojin hugged the comforter tightly.

A fluffy comforter, too big to be contained even in a full embrace. She buried her face in it and curled up her body, and only then did the sheets rustle softly.

“…Nngh…”

Her body trembled at that single sound.

Between her legs, she was already wet. He wasn’t there. But on the comforter he had left behind, Seojin began to rub herself against the spot where he would have lain, fitting it between her thighs.

She didn’t use her hands. Because he told her… not to masturbate.

She just—bit her lip and buried her face in the fabric. How would he know? This could just be something she did in her sleep. Making that excuse, she just discreetly gripped the textured fabric of the comforter.

“…Hah…”

If Rio were here, would he laugh? Or would he look at her with contempt and tell her to stop her little tricks?

Now, craving even his scorn, Seojin hugged the comforter tighter. A precarious comfort, soothed by the feel of the fabric instead of his warmth. That was the only pleasure Seojin had managed to create for herself today.

Seojin hugged the comforter closer.

She pushed it under her chest and wrapped it tightly in her arms, pressing it flush between her waist and her core, leaving no gap.

Rustle—the sound of the fibers brushing against her skin echoed loudly in her ears.

‘Just a little… more.’

She didn’t use her hands. She just gripped the comforter lightly.

Gripping the fabric with both hands, Seojin pulled it up to her chin and pressed it—pressed it down hard—so that it fit snugly against her swollen core.

“…Aah…”

Her breaths grew short. She tried not to move, but her body was reacting on its own.

She began to buck her hips, rubbing the comforter against her core as if sawing at it. Back and forth—short and fierce. Pinning the sheet with her knees, she focused the friction of the comforter entirely on her clit.

“…Heup…!”

A sound escaped. She bit her lip, but the friction was too direct.

The stimulation of the cotton fabric, slick with her wetness, spread with every slippery motion, and her grip on the comforter tightened.

“No… no… Aahng…!”

Seojin pleaded with herself as if making an excuse, but her movements only grew deeper.

Pressing her stomach flat, she slowly pushed her hips down, grinding her feverish body against the comforter.

“Hah… hah… heut…”

Her knees trembled. Her hips bucked. She was trying desperately to hold back, but when the edge of the comforter brushed against her clit one more time, Seojin stopped.

“……Nngh…!”

No more.

The feeling that she was about to come any second. But that wasn’t allowed. The edge of her lip trembled as a desperate sigh escaped.

“…Rio…”

He wasn’t here.

But his scent, his prohibition, his absence, his traces. All of it was tightening around her core right now.

Seojin buried her face in the comforter and curled into a ball.

She hadn’t found release, but this wretchedness now felt like a pleasure greater than that—it felt like Rio’s touch.

Whenever a lewd thought crossed her mind, she would rub her body against it, then pull away. As this secret, addictive masturbation repeated, Seojin felt like she was about to lose her mind.

——Hours later, the sound of the door opening.

Other than the sounds she was making, that was it. A man had simply come home from work, but Seojin’s heart pounded with a heavy thump.

Unlike when he left for work with Seojin, he had gotten off at his regular time and had even been caught in rush hour traffic, but thankfully, the drive itself was short.

“…Rio…!”

She shot up.

Her hair was still a mess, and she wore no underwear beneath her oversized t-shirt. Just moments ago, her pussy, still hot and uncooled, had been rubbed against the damp comforter again and again.

“Rio…!”

Before he had even closed the front door and taken off his shoes, she ran across the living room as if her life depended on it.

She came to a halt, panting, her face flushed and looking as if it might burst from her body heat.

“……”

Rio’s gaze traveled down her body, then slowly back up.

Her panting breath, her slightly bloodshot eyes, the sweat beading on her neck. And emanating from her whole body, the subtle scent of a female who had just been restraining herself.

He smiled.

“Nice. A sexy beauty coming to greet me at the door when I get home from work.”

“……Rio…”

“Did you miss me?”

He reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist. Pulling her into his arms, he gently tapped her forehead with his chin.

The moment she felt his warm embrace, Seojin hugged him back.

“Yes…”

Then, he gave her ass a firm squeeze over her white t-shirt.

“Heuk…”

Her dazed state was cute, but it was a sound that made him realize in an instant that she needed a little more training.

“I have a present for you.”

Rio squeezed her ass one more time and held out a rather luxurious-looking shopping bag.

The shoulder strap was tied with a black ribbon that had a subtle sheen, and the surface of the bag was plain, with no logo, just the quiet glimmer of its leather texture.

“……A present?”

Seojin took it carefully, though she wanted to keep her head buried in his embrace.

“Thank you…”

But Rio simply gave her a light kiss on the forehead and naturally made her take a step back.

“I’m going to go change. While I do, open that.”

“…Ah, okay…”

Seeing the undisguised disappointment on her face, he patted her shoulder and walked past her into the apartment.

Seojin hugged the shopping bag, blinked, and then went to the nearby island counter to open it.

She loosened the ribbon and lifted the cover. Inside, laid out neatly like a perfect, complete world, were the… tools he had chosen, one by one.

“Eh…?”

They were so blatant.

On top lay a glossy latex bikini, a top and bottom made of nothing but straps thinner than shoulder straps.

Beneath that were leather restraints with metal rings and buckles that would glint menacingly anywhere they were placed, and a string of clear, round silicone beads that ended in a furry tail.

“—Did you open it?”

He had just come back out after putting away his bag and accessories, in the middle of taking off his shirt.

A playful smile creased his face, his dimples showing deep.

Seojin hadn’t even dared to open the closed boxes underneath, which were shaped like shoeboxes. To Rio, her bewildered face was a fitting reward for the gift he had prepared.

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Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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