Chapter 69
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 69
Oscar didn't stop, even though he knew her strength was completely depleted.
Why should he? Why should he show this woman any consideration?
Beads of sweat rolled down the taut muscles of his well-defined back. Bracing his arms on either side of her collapsed shoulders, he moved only his hips with a fluid grace. With his upper body held perfectly still, the movement of his lower body alone was almost elegant in its precision.
There was no telling how many times he had already released inside her. There was no reason to count, either. As if there was no room left to hold any more, his cloudy seed leaked from her tight passage, overflowing. Yet, the slightest twitch of the delicate muscles gripping him made him feel as though he would spill again.
Just like now.
"Not enough?"
At his languid question, the woman, who had been burying her face as if she were dead, flinched. It seemed this naive Outsider was slowly beginning to understand his words. She hadn't even known what a brothel was, but now she seemed to comprehend what he meant by "not enough."
"Then why do you keep moving?"
Only then did she barely lift the head she had kept buried in the blanket.
Oscar's steady upper body tilted slightly. Unaware that his gaze, which had been hovering above her head, had slanted down to meet hers, the woman blinked in confusion.
I didn't move...
The thought drifting through her mind was almost palpable.
She seemed to understand only half of what he said, while the other half was lost on her. Moreover, the white blanket was clamped between the teeth of her utterly bewildered expression.
Seeing her wide, round eyes as she bit down on the fabric, a dry chuckle escaped him.
At the sound, the woman holding the blanket in her mouth turned her head to look up at him. Because of their positions, their eyes met at an angle. Letting out another dry laugh, Oscar tilted his head a bit lower and whispered, "What am I to do if you ruin the very blanket I sleep under?"
"...!"
Her eyes widened in surprise. She quickly lowered her head and let go of the blanket. Then, turning her head slightly toward him, she hurriedly opened her mouth.
"I'm sor— Ah!"
Oscar had been waiting for that exact moment. He thrust his hips forward as soon as she parted her lips. At the sudden, deep penetration, a groan escaped her.
She quickly ducked her head, trying to bury her face in the soiled blanket and play dead once more.
Why on earth should he show her any mercy?
Oscar reached out, his right hand cupping her jaw and cheek. He forced her face, which had been buried in the blanket, to turn and look at him. His previously upright posture shifted as he pressed his body flush against Seo-ah's.
Leaning down, Oscar stared at her from mere inches away. The reason he had turned her away from him in the first place now seemed foolish, but he felt a grim satisfaction all the same.
Watching the woman desperately try to avert her eyes, Oscar pulled back, straightening his lower back. When his deeply embedded length was halfway out, he arched his back once more and plunged deep inside her.
Though the small body he held in a near-embrace from behind jolted with the impact, Oscar remained steady. His blue eyes were just as unwavering, fixed on her with a relentless intensity.
"...!"
She drew in a shallow, fragile breath and held it.
Thud.
"...Ngh."
Thud.
"Ha... ah."
Thud.
"...Mnh."
The faint whimpers escaping her lips were far from cries of pleasure. They were the groans of someone enduring pain. Yet, Oscar's movements only grew faster. As his thrusts turned increasingly violent, she shook as if caught in an earthquake. Desperate to bury her face in the mattress, she tried to wrench her head free from his grip.
He had no intention of letting her go.
Oscar pressed his lips against her parted mouth.
Ah, hng... ngh.
Swallowing her faint whimpers, he raced toward his climax.
Like a stallion running without end, as if this were both the first and the last time.
"Mmph, nh."
Ruthlessly swallowing the single, fragile breath she desperately tried to inhale, he finally reached the end.
He spilled his unyielding lust inside her and poured his own groans into her mouth. As he gathered his desire, his groans, and his ragged breaths to pour them all into her, Oscar thought:
I wish everything would be washed away—even this suffocating, bizarre emotion that has tightened my chest since I saw you suffering on the bed, hidden in the shadows of the night. I wish this irritating thorn scraping at my throat would be swept away completely.
So that this can be the last time.
I feel like I'm going to break.
The body of the man holding her so tightly from behind was large and solid, making the very thought of resistance impossible. As his overwhelming strength bound her entire body like tangled vines, leaving no room for even a flicker of rebellion, she truly felt as if she would shatter.
Where their lips touched, where their bodies were joined—it felt as though her very soul was being shaken.
Her soul was shaking, and her body felt like it was breaking.
Seo-ah opened her hazy eyes.
"Ugh..."
A low, beast-like groan flowed through their pressed lips. At the same time, she felt something warm and thick spilling deep inside her.
They were too close for her eyes to focus, so Oscar's face was a blur. Still, she could tell that his brow was furrowed and his eyes were closed.
"Haah, haah..."
Damp, hot breaths brushed past her lips. Seo-ah had no choice but to swallow the air he exhaled into her.
It wasn't just his breath that was hot; everything touching him burned. Was this what the smoldering ruins of a building consumed by fire felt like?
Haah, haah.
Like the heat shimmering over the aftermath of a wildfire, their breaths mingled between their lips, indistinguishable from one another. Amidst the undulating waves of breath, Seo-ah quietly stared at Oscar's closed eyelids.
With the tension gone from his furrowed brow, he looked almost as if he were asleep. Whether it was because she was utterly exhausted, or because the reality of sharing her body with this man felt so surreal, Seo-ah stared blankly at his blurry face.
But only for a moment.
His gently closed eyelids flew open without warning. The moment his freezing, deep blue eyes unfolded before her like an ocean, Seo-ah felt as if she were being swept away by a sea that swallowed everything. Or perhaps, thrown mercilessly before an uncontrollable beast.
Gasping, she turned her head away out of sheer instinct, burying her face in the palm of his hand, which was still cupping her cheek.
"..."
"..."
What do I do?
Oscar, still pressing his body over hers, seemed to be staring intently at her profile.
Her heart felt as though it would burst.
Just as the thought crossed her mind that she would rather hear him sneer at her, the weight on her back vanished. The large palm cradling her face disappeared, and the length buried deep inside her slid out.
"Ngh..."
Her body trembled at the sudden movement. As the man who had completely covered her disappeared, the chill in the room clung to her skin. Yet, what felt colder than the draft was the man himself.
She couldn't help but notice his icy gaze, devoid of even a sneer, staring down at her as if she were an object to be evaluated.
Standing tall beside the bed, Oscar looked down at Seo-ah with eyes as cold as a judge's. Seo-ah hurriedly tried to sit up. She scrambled to follow him off the bed, but the moment her feet touched the floor, her legs gave out.
"Ah."
She wanted to stand up quickly.
The warmth of their shared breath had vanished, and the coldness radiating from him felt as if it were slicing her skin. But she couldn't muster any strength in her legs, let alone the arms she was using to push herself up.
A chilling sensation washed over her, as if all the blood had drained from her body. She felt her mind going blank at the edges.
For some reason, she couldn't bear this moment—sitting naked on the floor, unable to even stand. Though she was certain she had experienced far more humiliating things, this felt unbearable.
Her eyes stung as tactless tears threatened to spill again.
Seo-ah forced her eyes wide open.
Don't fall. Please, don't fall.
Keeping her eyes wide, she bit her lip with all her might, terrified that a sob might escape. She was just about to force herself up when—
Oscar, who had been staring down at her with cold eyes, turned away.
"..."
Only then did Seo-ah, who had been huddled on the floor, dare to look up. She felt the tears pooling in her eyes drip onto the floor, but Oscar, his back turned to her, would never know—and she herself was barely aware of it.
A damp, gray light enveloped the room.
The man, who looked as if he had been sculpted by a sharp blade, strode away, completely indifferent to the lingering chill. He was as stark naked as she was, yet his nakedness seemed entirely unburdened.
He looked like a heartless god, casting aside everything bothersome like trash and walking away without a single backward glance.
Seo-ah's lips parted slightly. The words she wanted to say pooled near her collarbone, unable to go down or come up. In the end, she couldn't utter a single sound, and in that silence, Oscar disappeared into the bathroom.
Only helpless tears seeped between her parted lips.
Seo-ah stared blankly at the spot where he had vanished before pressing her lips tightly together. She forced her slumped body up. Bracing her hands on the bed and planting her feet on the floor, she pushed herself to her feet, only to feel something lukewarm suddenly leak from between her thighs.
"...!"