Chapter 94
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 94
The strange sensation, as if she were being steeped in sweet peach juice, instantly swept her away into a dreamlike world she had never before experienced.
She felt a hand gently brushing through her hair. A shiver ran down her spine, making her hair stand on end, yet her body only melted further.
"Ah..."
In this hazy world where only raw sensation remained, Seo-ah began to forget who she was even leaning against.
The black sun heating her was right behind her.
Oscar stared intently down at Seo-ah, who lay completely limp against his chest. The woman who had been biting her lip hard enough to bleed just to endure his touch was now panting softly against him. Her dazed, unfocused eyes, parted lips, and flushed cheeks were far more erotic than her bare breasts, exposed to the open air.
The demon inside Oscar whispered, urging him to consume her whole.
Melt her completely. Heat her and melt her down until she overflows with sweet nectar.
She was a fruit ripening slowly over a low flame, not a raging fire. Suppressing his fierce impulses, Oscar chose to be that slow, simmering heat.
Pulling Seo-ah flush against him, Oscar extended a finger. Like the tip of a pen sketching the silhouette of a nude, he traced the contours of her body. His finger moved past her hollow collarbones and down her slender ribcage, feeling the delicate outline of her bones before slowly drawing a line down her breast, as plump and enticing as a ripe fruit.
When his finger finally brushed the peak of that round fruit, Seo-ah, who had been completely limp, gasped and twisted away.
Oscar, who had been so gentle until now, suddenly cupped both breasts in his hands. Holding the soft flesh, he began to roll his thumbs over her nipples. The peaks, which had softened slightly, hardened instantly, budding eagerly against his thumbs.
Seo-ah writhed, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
"Please, don't do this. Just... just..."
"Just what?"
She fell silent. A fierce, predatory light flared in Oscar's eyes, replacing the slow warmth of moments before.
"Why? Would you rather I just fuck you?"
How ridiculous. After all the trouble I went to, melting her down so sweetly, the best she can come up with is asking me to just shove it in?
Oscar gathered both of her breasts in his bandaged hand, while his uninjured left hand slid beneath her stockings. Seo-ah tried to squirm away, but she was no match for his brute strength.
Oscar used his legs to force her thighs apart. In an instant, the backs of her knees were hooked over his own thighs. Seo-ah thrashed her legs, but his heavily muscled frame didn't budge an inch.
As if delivering a punishment, Oscar slowly pushed her underwear aside. The snug fabric pulled away, intimately exposing her damp, dark cleft. Holding Seo-ah down firmly with his bandaged hand, Oscar slipped his fingers into her depths.
The moment he felt how utterly drenched she was—gushing like a burst spring—the last shred of Oscar's sanity snapped.
She was soaked. Drenched, as if by water. Enough to saturate her underwear. This fragile woman was dripping wet.
The realization drove him wild.
There was no need to coax moisture from deep within. She was already overflowing, leaving no inch of her dry. Oscar began to rub his thumb over her swollen, protruding clitoris.
Though she squirmed, she had already lost all her strength. She had been heated to her limit to become this wet. As he rubbed her, her stiffly arched body melted back against him. She writhed, wept, and panted breathlessly.
While his thumb continued its stroking, his middle finger thrust deep inside her. Her sensitive walls clamped down tightly around his finger as it slid in without the slightest resistance. Oscar curled his finger, vigorously stirring her delicate, plush muscles.
"Haa..."
Clinging to Oscar as her body began to shudder, Seo-ah gripped his arm.
She remembered when he had pressed that spot inside her before. A sudden terror seized her—the fear of being thrown back into that state, a moment when she had been too overwhelmed to even comprehend what was happening.
The sensation of her entire body melting, being sucked into a tiny vortex in her lower abdomen... The very thought of how she must have looked terrified her.
She was sure she had made some shameful sound.
It must have been hideous. She might have looked like a wild animal. No, she definitely did. Her heart sank. She never wanted to show him that side of herself again. So please, she wished he would stop.
"Please, stop..."
Seo-ah clutched his arm and begged, but his expression remained fierce and unyielding. He didn't even deign to answer. She couldn't bring herself to look down at what was happening between her legs, yet the fingers stirring inside her, the relentless friction against her flesh—it all stole her breath.
A heavy, damp haze rose from between her thighs, washing over her from head to toe.
"No..."
Her strength ebbed away as if a thick cloud were swallowing her whole. Then, the sheer intensity returned—that feeling of her entire being melting, sucked down into a single point.
Seo-ah had no choice but to surrender.
Her body arched like a bow, her toes curling tight.
"Ah, mnh."
A sound she couldn't believe had come from her own throat escaped before she could stop it. She couldn't cover her mouth, couldn't gather her wits enough to react.
He pressed deep inside her again. The sensation she thought would end after one wave returned with even greater intensity. Her thighs tried to clamp shut of their own accord as a sharp, electric jolt shot through her melting senses like lightning.
"No, please, no."
She didn't even know what she was saying anymore. Her only thought was escape from this overwhelming sensation. But just then, a second finger slid inside her. The moment two fingers pressed against her most sensitive spot, her world went black.
"Haa, ah, n-no..."
With a choked cry, she felt something burst and gush from deep within. A warm fluid spilled out, entirely against her will, and her body shuddered violently from the sheer, melting pleasure.
The aftershocks were a deep, inescapable swamp. The realization that the fluid gushing from her had drenched Oscar's hand made her want to die of shame.
"Ah..."
Han Seo-ah, who can't do a single thing right.
Han Seo-ah, for whom nothing ever goes right.
Wretched Han Seo-ah.
Oscar stared blankly at the weeping Seo-ah. The woman who had just been writhing in the throes of an overwhelming climax, letting out whimpers that could melt a man's soul, was now crying as if her heart were breaking. She covered her face with her hands, whispering apologies over and over.
"I'm sorry, Your Excellency. I'm sorry."
"..."
Oscar, who had been watching in a daze, pulled her hands from her face without hesitation. He cupped her cheeks, forcing her to look at him as she desperately tried to avert her eyes, and growled, "What are you sorry for?"
Looking at her, Oscar saw the same face he had seen back in Pelfe: an expression of contradiction, overwhelmed by heat yet twisted in a painful mixture of shame and agony.
"I'm asking what you're sorry for."
The sharp, harsh words slipped out instinctively.
"I... I dirtied your hand."
A tear rolled down her cheek and dripped onto his bandage, soaking into the fabric. The razor-sharp edge of Oscar's anger instantly faltered.
"I didn't mean to..."
The rest of her words dissolved into a sob.
"I didn't mean to do it..."
"..."
Oscar's eyes went dark and hollow.
The forgotten wound on his palm seemed to throb anew.
Oscar saw the sickening self-loathing pooled in her clear brown eyes. He couldn't tell if he was seeing his own reflection or her very soul.
Oscar withdrew his hand from her underwear and, in the blink of an eye, scooped her up. He ignored her startled struggles, carried her firmly into the bedroom, laid her on the wide, plush bed, and climbed over her.
A frustrating, baffling woman.
A wound carved into him that he had never asked for.
The wretched self-loathing etched like a scar in her brown eyes was far too similar to the one buried deep within his own soul. So identical, in fact, that Oscar had recognized it the instant he saw it.
If he simply wanted to satisfy his lust, he could have just stripped her and fucked her. He didn't even know why he was wasting his time with all of this.
Oscar leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. They tasted salty with her tears.
He was like a wolf trying to lick a wound clean.
He kissed his way up the path of her tears, his lips brushing against her wet, thick eyelashes. The tears traced a path from the corners of her eyes toward her ears, and Oscar followed the damp trail, kissing the shell of her ear. She flinched. He moved to her earlobe, then down her neck, her collarbone, and her delicate ribcage, before finally biting down on her rounded breast. Holding her trembling body flush against his, Oscar sucked her breast so hard his cheeks hollowed.
As if trying to swallow her whole in a single bite wasn't enough, he suckled greedily before moving to the other breast. The supple flesh filled his mouth, sweet and fragrant. It felt as if nectar were flowing from her taut, budding nipple.
After devouring her tender breasts with frantic hunger, Oscar raised himself and looked down at Seo-ah, who had clamped a hand over her mouth. He pinned both of her hands above her head in a tight grip and commanded, "Make a sound."
"..."
"I want to hear you."
Her tear-filled eyes widened, and a raw, honest thought slipped out.
"It's hideous."
Oscar looked down at her. Her pale skin, flushed with patches of pink and red, looked like a blooming flower; her face was no different.
"Hideous?" he muttered, as if he had just heard the most absurd thing in the world, then leaned down once more.
Seo-ah stared with wide, shocked eyes as the man suckled at her breast like a child. He drew her in deep and hard. A sharp, electric ache shot from her breast and rippled through her entire body, and her head instinctively fell back.