Kingdom - 13
Perhaps having found some composure, Ain pulled herself up from Seunghyun’s embrace.
“W-waaah?! I can’t wear these.”
Her stockings and panties were completely soaked through with her own arousal fluid.
Unless she wanted to advertise to the world that she had just wet herself, she had no choice but to change. The panties, in particular, were so thoroughly drenched that they had lost all functionality, clinging to her skin and leaving the plump, fleshy folds of her labia majora fully exposed.
In a word, it was obscene.
Feeling sticky, exposed, and unable to bear the thought of standing in front of anyone in such a state—even if no one else was around—Ain peeled off her stockings and panties.
Squelch! A transparent thread of fluid stretched between her crotch and the discarded panties.
Drip! Watching the long, viscous thread snap and seeing the milky-white female nectar dangling from the tip of her slit, Seunghyun let out a rough, ragged breath through his nose. Hnnngh!
No, seriously, isn’t this too lewd?
The moment she bent over to peel off her stockings, those plump, tightly closed labia were thrust right before his eyes. The labia majora, flushed a deep, heated red and glistening with moisture, were hiding the ripe, inner flesh so perfectly—he couldn't help but shout internally that she knew exactly how to make a man desperate.
The impulse to lunge at her, grab her hips, and pry those lips wide open surged within him, but he forced himself to calm down, telling himself that would be going too far.
“I have no choice but to toss the panties. I’ll just have to wipe myself off and put on a fresh pair of stockings.”
Saying this, she pulled out a few tissues and pressed them directly against her soaked, sensitive flesh.
Press! The labia mashed against the tissues held in her hand.
Wiggle, wiggle! Seunghyun swallowed hard as he watched the way her labia rippled and pulsed in rhythm with her fingers.
She wiped away the fluid, even digging into the crevice between her labia. The way she spread her legs slightly to make it easier to clean, taking on such an awkward, vulnerable posture—every movement was so incredibly erotic that he couldn't tear his eyes away.
After all, unlike her, who had just enjoyed a refreshing release, Seunghyun was currently holding back with everything he had. Just looking at the bulge in his trousers was enough to tell how much self-control he was exerting.
“Ugh, haah, it just keeps coming out even after I wipe…”
Squelch, squelch! The sound of the obscene, wet friction rang out loudly. Perhaps it was because neither of them was speaking, but the lewd sound seemed strangely amplified, and it clearly made Ain self-conscious.
Glancing back at Seunghyun, she hurriedly tried to wipe herself clean. But,
“Hnn…♡”
Was it because she was flustered? Or because Seunghyun was watching? As her fingertip brushed against her clitoris while she wiped, a sultry moan escaped her lips.
On top of that, more fluid began to overflow from the slit she had almost finished cleaning, leaving both Seunghyun and Ain speechless as they stared at the single drop of liquid tracing a path down her thigh.
“…I, I’m so sorry!”
Sorry for what? For showing me such an embarrassing sight?
Overwhelmed by shame, she began to ramble incoherently. She apologized, then started talking about the weather, then mentioned how sensitive she was, then asked what he wanted for dinner. But the more she spoke, the redder her face turned, like a ripe tomato.
Eventually, unable to continue, she slumped down where she stood.
“I’m so embarrassed…”
“Uh, well… I guess you’re the type to get very wet, Ain-ssi?”
“N-no! I actually struggled because I was usually too dry. My ex-boyfriend even complained about it, asking if I could even feel anything at all…”
Wait, why are you bringing up your ex-boyfriend all of a sudden?! Are you an idiot? What good could come from talking about your ex right now? You’re basically confessing that you’re a pathetic woman who couldn't even satisfy a man properly! Even last night, you couldn't make Seunghyun finish…
Self-loathing for showing such a pathetic side of herself, Ain glanced at Seunghyun to gauge his reaction. Depending on how he responded, she might have to go check the temperature of the Han River.
She slowly shifted her gaze to check his expression—the expression she both dreaded and longed to see.
“…”
“…?!”
She saw Seunghyun scratching his cheek with a slightly softened, embarrassed expression.
Why are you making that face?! What are you so happy about?!
Unaware that Ain was frozen in cognitive dissonance, Seunghyun spoke cautiously, looking sheepish.
“That’s… a relief. It means I was able to make you feel good properly. I was worried you might have hated it.”
“Ah…”
Is he… lying? He’s taking it that well?
For a woman who had only ever heard things like, *“If you don’t want to do it, just say so!”* or *“How much do I have to accommodate you? Are you only thinking about yourself? Don’t you care about the person taking care of you?”*, Seunghyun’s words were a shock as profound as a fish emerging onto land for the first time.
Not in a bad way, but in a way so good it brought tears to her eyes. To hide her stinging nose, she covered her face with her palms.
But while she could hide her face, she couldn't hide what was below. A flood of fluid had overflowed, pooling into a puddle. Every time her deep lower abdomen throbbed in rhythm with her racing heart, her body flushed a deeper, heated red.
Her breath hitched with a mix of joy and anxiety. Beneath her feet, the fluid had already pooled into a puddle, as if honestly confessing just how aroused she had become.
“…”
“…”
Seunghyun and Ain stared at each other in silence for a moment. The male, staring intently with his trousers bulging tightly; the female, exuding a lewd, feminine scent and looking at him with desperate longing.
They say words are the communion of reason and gazes are the communion of the heart. Though no words were exchanged, they were looking at each other so intently that it was impossible not to know what the other wanted.
It was such a thin, fragile line that either of them could cross with a simple reach of a hand. Standing before that line, Seunghyun saw Ain leaning toward him—and in her, he saw the image of his wife superimposed.
He saw those eyes, shining with pink-hued lust, staring at him, begging him to take her—
Bzzzzzt!
“…?!”
“Ah… my phone!”
Just before their fingertips could touch, it was Ain’s phone that broke the spell. Startled, Ain scrambled to pull herself together and picked up the vibrating device.
“Yes! Hello! …Oh, yes! Yes, I see, that is…”
The beast-like expression she had been wearing vanished instantly, and like flipping a palm, she returned to being a professional employee. Seeing her focus with a serious expression, pulling out her notebook and documents to check them, Seunghyun could no longer remain aroused like a beast.
Come to think of it, I came here to work…
Feeling a belated sense of hollowness and guilt for what he was doing in a place where everyone else was working, Seunghyun scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.
“Yes, yes, that’s correct. Yes, yes, please proceed as discussed. As I mentioned just now, please refer to the B-blueprint for the revisions. Yes, yes, I will check it immediately. Yes.”
Judging by the phone call, it seemed she would have to return to work immediately.
“Haa… huh?”
Seunghyun let out a low sigh and was surprised by himself. *Was I… disappointed just now? Why? Because my stiff member hasn't been satisfied yet? Is there any other reason besides that…?*
As he was well aware, his bulging manhood was making his heart anxious. The intense desire to have sex was surging from his balls, which were working at full capacity, spreading through his entire body up to his brain. And the atmosphere had been on the verge of crossing the line.
When he realized that, Seunghyun felt his heart sink. *That means I actually wanted to do it with Ain-ssi because of the mood! I’m a married man with a wife, and I’ve got my dick stiff because I wanted to do it with another woman! That means I was looking forward to it!*
Zip!
“…Ah, Ain-ssi?!”
“Yes, yes, please continue. Yes.”
Lost in his own thoughts, he hadn't realized Ain had approached him. While he was flustered, her hand opened the zipper of his trousers. Not stopping there, her hand skillfully loosened his belt as well.
His pants were stripped off before he could even protest. As if waiting for this moment, Seunghyun’s manhood, which had been curled up inside, sprang out. Boing!
The male organ, bulging and twitching as if to say it could ejaculate at any moment. Although Ain’s expression had gone slack, lost in his cock, her voice on the phone remained strictly professional.
Does she separate work from her private life? No, can you really say she’s separating work from private life at this point?
While he was thinking this, he tried to stop her with gestures, keeping his voice down so as not to disturb her call. But it was useless against Ain, who just flashed him a seductive, sly smile.
Instead, she brushed his hands away, grabbed his cock, and began to jerk him off.
“……?!”
“It’s fine. Yes.”
For a cock already heated by anticipation and sensitivity, Ain’s touch was dizzying. Clenching his teeth to avoid screaming at the pleasure that made his head spin was the best Seunghyun could do. He told himself, in a silent excuse to no one in particular, that his body was just so sensitive that he could feel it even through her clumsy, forceful technique compared to Jia’s—but his body responded to the pleasure faithfully, regardless of his mind.
“Ain-ssii…!”
“Yes, yes, yes.”