Chapter 205
Chapter 205
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 206
Chapter Title: Limit Line (3)
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Dang Soran was feverish all day long.
It wasn't a fever like from a cold.
What rose from beneath her skin wasn't mere body heat, but the layered residual warmth of piled-up lust.
The tip of Han Seojin's finger, the curve of his forearm, even his quiet breathing.
Every trivial thing became kindling, setting her inner self ablaze.
Strange fantasies kept sprouting up too.
Whenever she imagined him ravaging and breaking her like before, and pictured herself crumbling beneath him, the insides of her thighs—untouched by any hand—itched and throbbed.
She had to suppress the heat rising hot from her lower abdomen solely through endurance.
Was Han Seojin suppressing a similar feeling?
They said men had it harder than women, but with no change in him, she couldn't tell what was true.
She knew nothing of men to begin with, so she was gradually increasing the dosage of the Night Union Herb bit by bit, waiting to see what reaction he would show.
The more her body yearned, the more she upped the dosage.
In any case, she knew better than anyone that there was only one person who could relieve this bizarre heat in her body.
So for her suffering to end, she had to break his endurance too.
But she couldn't deny that the process itself was agonizing.
Every time he drew near, her breath caught, and her fingertips trembled.
When his scent subtly brushed her nose, her mind grew hazy.
Sometimes she wanted to crumble first, but she forcibly held on solely due to the pride of being the Tang Clan's eldest daughter.
Hadn't she boldly told him she didn't need his games? She had to keep that promise too.
But to feed the Night Union Herb to him, Dang Soran herself had consumed far too much in too short a time.
Its unspent effects lingered wholly in her body, tormenting her.
How much longer did she have to endure? How much longer did she have to hold out?
She felt like she would break first, yet she endured once more.
Today, too, the hour of the sheep drew near.
She hoped his reason would snap today, that she wouldn't let him go until the tail end of the hour.
But he didn't stir. He merely gazed at her now and then with heated eyes—nothing more.
Dang Soran suppressed her frustrated body and gave up for today as well.
"...Young Master, go and rest now."
"Done for today?"
"...Yes. See you tomorrow."
Han Seojin nodded.
He rose quietly from his seat and slowly made his way toward the door.
Should she increase the mixture tomorrow?
Dang Soran thought amid disappointment and pain.
-Creak...
Han Seojin, whom she'd thought would open the door and leave, froze in front of it.
"...Young Master?"
-Thud!
He shut the door.
That small sound startled her heart to the point of agony.
Could it be...?
Could it finally be here?
In that instant, her eyes changed too.
The heat in her face surged all at once, and her whole body tensed taut.
Han Seojin turned around.
His eyes were no longer those of a servant.
Instead, the violent gaze he showed each time he dominated her gleamed there.
It was as if his reason had snapped.
“...”
Dang Soran forgot even to breathe.
She'd endured too long. It had taken too long.
After that last time he'd taken her mouth, she'd gone months without seeing him. She'd held back endlessly even at Mount Song of Shaolin. And even after finally bringing him to the Tang Clan of Sichuan, she'd held out much longer.
Now her long wait had reached its limit—even the brush of her clothes against her skin made her body twitch.
Yet she feigned composure to the very end.
"...Young Master, what's wrong?"
He must be at his limit too, just like her. She wanted to make him yearn even more.
The more she forcibly refused, the more forcibly he would take her.
"I told you to go back now. Do you have more work left?"
Dang Soran recited again, though her heart was utterly the opposite.
She waited only for Han Seojin to approach.
-Step... step...
Han Seojin walked over slowly.
Dang Soran stayed frozen in place, unmoving.
She couldn't even turn her head toward him.
-Swish...
Han Seojin, now behind Dang Soran, softly stroked her nape.
Chills flowed from there.
A touch far too rude for a servant.
What servant laid hands on their mistress's body without permission?
But Han Seojin did it, and Dang Soran couldn't tell him to stop.
Fire sparked wherever his hand passed.
A chilling shiver raced down her spine.
Mad tension and the fulfillment of finally getting what she desired shook her.
-Swish...
His touch grew even more blatant.
From her nape to her collarbone, then her shoulder.
Slowly, but steadily, his hand descended lower.
The movement was the language of suppressed desire.
Impossibly rude and provocative.
"Huuu..."
He even let out a beastly sigh.
His desire for her reached her through that ragged breath.
And the more he did, the more excited Dang Soran became.
The fact that he desired her drove her to ecstatic fulfillment.
His eyes looked not at Cheongwol, but at her.
He dared to stroke her back.
His rough hand delved under her armpit, brushing her side... and the side of her breast.
"...So rude. What servant touches their young lady's body like this?"
His reply was a breath heavy with desire.
The heat in her lower abdomen surged uncontrollably.
Dang Soran knew almost nothing of intercourse between man and woman. Just the basics.
But she knew Han Seojin would demand more than that.
How the perverse Han Seojin would toy with her. That tension and fear, mingled with faint anticipation, made her heart pound as if it would burst.
Han Seojin stopped behind the rigid Dang Soran and brazenly pressed his hips against her.
"...Eut!"
Dang Soran jolted in shock at the sensation of something stabbing her waist.
It was hot and rigid.
Han Seojin's excitement toward her, made manifest.
With it, he was letting her know just how aroused he was.
What should have felt filthy felt so indecently thrilling.
Though it was the first time she'd felt a man's touch like this, she—the pampered flower of the clan—didn't reject it.
She even felt filthier for such a self.
She was being dyed in his color.
"...Soran-ah."
At the end of his touch—short if short, endlessly long if long—Han Seojin whispered in a low tone.
Dang Soran felt a melting pleasure in her ear.
Not Lady Soran or Miss Soran, but Soran-ah.
The intimacy and desire in that single address made her mind hazy.
Soon, he pressed his heavy lower body against her back.
Dang Soran felt the large man's presence against her lower back.
Even Han Seojin's hot breath reached her ear.
Dang Soran still showed no reaction.
Was it the lingering effects of the Night Union Herb eroding her body, or the result of suppressing too long?
Even a slight movement felt like it would shatter her current balance, so she stayed rigid.
His hand from behind caressed her cheek.
Surprisingly gentle, like soothing a child.
He brought his mouth close to her ear and whispered.
"...Soran-ah, answer me."
After a long hesitation, Dang Soran opened her mouth.
"...Yes."
It was a voice so meek even she found it unfamiliar.
The arrogance he'd mocked just days ago had vanished without a trace.
-Swish...
His hand now rested on her stomach... slowly beginning to rise.
Soon to reach her breast.
An intimate area. One she permitted no man.
And now servant Han Seojin sought to touch it freely.
Han Seojin whispered like a lover.
"It's because I've reached my limit holding back, but—"
-Thump thump thump!
Just then, Dang Soran shuddered violently in shock.
She looked toward the door with bewildered eyes.
No.
She whispered inwardly. Not now.
But before she could stop him.
"Uh, uh?"
The hand caressing her withdrew.
Han Seojin shot to his feet, took deep breaths, and headed to the door.
She stared blankly at his back.
It wasn't over, right? No matter who the guest was, he'd send them away and come back, right?
He'd touch her again? Pour out his desire again?
The moment what she'd nearly grasped slipped into empty air, emptiness filled her chest.
Her suppressed desire turned into irrelievable pain.
No need to gamble—she wanted to persuade the guest away.
"I'm busy right now—"
-Creak!
But Han Seojin's actions came first. He opened the door without even waiting for her permission.
Standing outside was her younger brother, Dang Yeop. Why had he come so suddenly this late?
"Sis!"
That short call dragged all her nerves back to reality.
Dang Soran loved her brother dearly, but she'd never resented him like today.
Yet she couldn't show her undone expression before him, so she quickly plastered on a smile.
Ever the mature big sister in front of her brother—that was Dang Soran.
"Y-Yeop."
Han Seojin spoke at that moment.
"Miss Soran, then I'll take my leave."
"...Yes?"
Han Seojin gave a faint smile and stepped out the door.
She watched the departing Han Seojin in disbelief.
Her mouth merely gaped; she couldn't grab him.
“...”
Dang Soran felt like she was locked in a prison.
Trapped in her yearning body, writhing in unfulfilled desire.
It was so painful, so agonizing. Never had it been this hard.
"Sis, you have a fever?"
Dang Yeop approached and asked.
Dang Soran bit her lip and shook her head.
"Ah, no. Yeah, Yeop-ah. What should we play today?"