Chapter 93
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 93
Under the warm, yellowish light, Seo-ah met a pair of eyes the color of the sea off Yongcheon—a deep, vivid blue.
That sea had always made her heart swell. Whenever she stood before its vast expanse, she had always lifted her head to gaze toward the distant horizon.
But now, the blue sea before her seemed to ripple. It grew dark and hazy, as if a storm were rolling in. And that darkened sea drew closer, bit by bit.
He was a man with a breathtakingly beautiful face. Standing before him, Seo-ah felt like nothing more than a shadow clinging to the floor. Slowly, he leaned down toward her.
A single, round tear rolled silently down her cheek. An urge to look away, to bow her head and flee, welled up inside her.
‘Lift your head.’
If not for those words engraved deep within her soul, she would have fled.
The tips of their noses brushed. Then, finally, the sea engulfed her.
Time itself seemed to stop.
Seo-ah froze with her eyes wide open, while Oscar felt his body grow languid at the touch of their lips.
Cupping her cheek with his uninjured hand, Oscar wanted to swallow her whole. But he felt the stinging cut on her lip and instead licked it slowly, rubbing against it gently. Could drinking seawater ever quench one’s thirst? A mere kiss could never satisfy his burning desire.
Just as he slid his hand from her cheek to her neck, intending to deepen the kiss, she tensed her shoulders and tried to pull back.
Oscar’s hazy, relaxed gaze instantly sharpened, turning into that of a wolf about to have its prey stolen. He slid his hand down from her neck, wrapped it around her waist, and pulled her into his lap as he leaned back against the sofa.
“……!”
Oscar looked down in disbelief at the woman who, even as she was pulled flush against him, had not let go of his hand. She was draped over him, yet her hand still cradled his as if to protect it.
“What if your wound opens up…!”
In the midst of all this, she was actually worried about him, her eyes fixed on the palm she held so carefully.
“And to think you were telling me to call Barbara because you couldn't treat it.”
Seo-ah’s brow twitched as she examined his palm. A lazy chuckle escaped Oscar’s lips.
The feel of her hand wrapping his, the soft body pressed against his—he wanted to devour it all.
Oscar pulled his hand from her grasp. Then, he turned the flustered woman around so her back was against his chest.
Finding herself sitting between Oscar’s legs, Seo-ah held her breath at the heavy warmth enveloping her like an oversized coat. But her shock was momentary. Startled by the hard ridge pressing into her from her hips to her lower back, she instinctively straightened her spine, only for a lazy chuckle to drift into her right ear.
“What are you doing? Hurry up.”
His low voice seemed to vibrate through her chest, laced with a husky breath. The large, hard length pressing repeatedly against her lower back made her feel as if her head would explode.
Her flustered state was palpable to Oscar, who was pressed flush against her.
His handsome face, usually marked by a fierce and wild aura, relaxed with satisfaction.
Resting his chin on her shoulder, Oscar slowly moved his hips, rubbing his erection against her. Her flat stomach tensed, and her spine stiffened even further. She didn’t seem to realize how much each of her reactions drove him mad.
“Ha…”
A low groan escaped him, grazing her ear.
Seo-ah felt something deep inside her begin to bubble and boil. Her body grew soft and hot, like a peach warmed under the midsummer sun. Her neck was burning, but above all, so was the ear where his breath fell.
“I told you to hurry.”
He was too close.
As his breath and words brushed against her ear, her body seemed to curl inward. With that hardness constantly moving against her back, she felt like she was truly going to lose her mind.
“I’m sorry, Your Excellency, but we should sit properly…”
The words she squeezed out were cut off by his laughter.
“I don’t know. I like it like this.”
Seo-ah decided to focus on treating his wound. Clenching her teeth, she opened the purple medicine bottle. She carefully applied the ointment as instructed, and just as she was wrapping his hand with a clean white cloth—
A wet sound came from her ear. Seo-ah froze. A tingling sensation shot from her ear down the right side of her body, all the way to the tip of her foot.
Before she could process what was happening, he pressed his lips to her right ear again. It was nothing like the mere touch of his laughter or breath. Her neck instinctively shrank away. All her senses rushed to that single spot.
A thrilling, tingling sensation that made even the finest hairs on her body stand on end shook her reason. She couldn't keep still.
But the more she squirmed, the tighter his hold became, like a trap that tightened with every struggle.
Oscar looked down at Seo-ah, holding her fast.
The woman flushed red at his every touch, yet she still struggled to focus on the treatment. His gaze drifted from the slender fingers holding his hand to her elegant face, and then to her soft, flushed ear. It looked warm and tender. Pressing his lips to it was purely instinctual.
Her hair, tickling the bridge of his nose, smelled faintly of soap, and her body in his arms gradually melted. Instead of tensing and shrinking away, she was yielding, clinging to him. The tension left her stomach, and her stiff spine began to relax.
The hand caressing her waist gradually slid upward.
Her dress was thin, allowing her to feel his touch vividly. As his hand rose, her body tensed slightly, so Oscar caressed her more overtly. His lips slid from her ear to her slender neck, rubbing against the spot where her pulse throbbed.
The rustle of fabric, the wet, intimate sound of flesh meeting and parting, and their breathing—much louder than usual—echoed off the wall alongside their shadows, which loomed large under the lamplight.
Oscar cupped her modestly full breast in one hand.
The memory of holding it before flashed through his mind. Her beautifully swollen breast was pristine, as if it had never known another’s touch. Her pale skin, with faint blue veins showing through, was crushed beneath his rough hand. Thinking of her flesh spilling between his fingers, of her nipple growing sharp and red the more he fondled it, his already engorged member throbbed painfully.
Oscar pressed his body closer, pinching her nipple through the fabric. Everything covering her was a nuisance. The buttons fastening her dress tore away all too easily under his impatient fingers.
Her startled gasp was lost on him. She hurriedly tried to gather the loosened fabric, but she couldn't stop him from burying his face in the white expanse of her exposed shoulder.
He continued to press wet kisses against her skin, as if carving a path.
He buried his nose in her flesh, his lips tracing her sharply defined shoulder blades. His mouth and loose strands of hair tickled her exposed skin as he moved. Seo-ah couldn't bear it. She desperately clutched her torn dress, but her senses were already captivated by the greater stimulation.
“S-stop…”
If she had known that those words, which she thought she had spoken calmly, sounded like a desperate plea, she would have bitten her lip and held them back.
But Seo-ah’s plea—from the woman who had only ever endured in silence—only served to incite the devil inside him.
Oscar looked down at her in his arms. The hand clutching the fabric over her chest was a pitiful sight. Yet, the tops of her breasts, visible above her undergarment, were rising and falling rapidly.
Everything about this woman was erotic.
Oscar slowly swept his tongue over her sensitive earlobe. He felt her already pliant body melt even further. Pressing his entire body against hers, with all his senses focused solely on her, he did not miss the split second her strength gave out.
In that moment, he deepened his kisses, brushing her hand aside to cup her breast. Seo-ah belatedly grabbed his hand, but he paid her no mind, pulling down the undergarment that covered her swelling flesh.
Freed from its confines and supported from below, her breasts swelled even more prominently.
“Your Excellency, please…” she pleaded, her voice laced with tears. It wasn’t their first time, yet this was harder to bear than the first. Why was he kissing her neck, her ear, her shoulder? Every time his lips touched her, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only a strange, bubbling heat.
No matter how much she begged, he did not stop his strange, stimulating actions. It would have been better to be shaken mindlessly, to struggle through the pain of being pierced. That, she could endure.
But this… this felt as if a peach, warmed by the midsummer sun—a peach so ripe a gentle poke would leave a deep dent—was being slowly rubbed against her ear. It felt as if the peach were being crushed, its lukewarm juice flowing inside her, trickling down from her earlobe to her neck.
Sweet, sticky peach juice flowed, and in its wake, an indescribable sensation bloomed. To call it ticklish was too mild; the word “goosebumps” didn’t fit. While the initial feeling was similar, what followed was entirely different.
Her body kept drooping, as if melted by the summer sun. Her vision was dark. Where on earth was the sun that was making her burn like this?