Chapter 206
Chapter 206
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 207
Chapter Title: Limit Line (4)
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While spending time with Dang Yeop, she managed to calm her heat, but the sense of injustice wouldn't settle easily.
Even knowing her younger brother had done nothing wrong... she couldn't help but wonder inwardly if he really had to come right now.
She wanted to thrust into him for no reason, pinch him.
It had been such a long-awaited sweetness after an eternity of waiting, only for it to slip through her fingers.
But she hid such ugly feelings behind a perfectly sisterly smile.
With strange patience, she put on the act of the dutiful eldest daughter in front of her brother.
As time passed and the moment for her brother to leave arrived, she let out a bit of that frustration.
"Sister, bye!"
"Yeop, can you go back alone?"
"Yeah. I'm fine."
"I see. But Yeop, from now on, don't come visit your sister this late. Got it?"
"Why?"
"Your sister might be training. And you shouldn't stay up too late either."
Her brother looked sullen, but Dang Soran was firm. She regretted the opportunity lost because of him that much.
"Yeop. Answer me?"
"...Yeah. What about during the day?"
She hugged her brother and said,
"I'll play with you as much as you want during the day. Now, go on home."
And so she sent Dang Yeop off, then spent some time composing herself.
For a while, she believed she had calmed down on her own.
...But when she climbed into bed to sleep, her hell began.
Once the reins were loosened, they were hard to grasp again.
Once her patience snapped, it didn't return.
Like a dam bursting, suppressing the surging desire was futile.
What had Han Seojin intended to do?
What had nearly happened?
In what form would he have demanded her? How rough would he have been?
The moment his endured patience finally broke—what face would he have shown?
Her breathing grew ragged before she knew it, her heart pounding as if it would burst.
Her whole body burned like it was on fire.
Not pain, but a reverberation. A tingling, prickling sensation that kept squeezing her.
Twisting her legs together and thrashing on the bed to endure it, the fantasies of that near-moment wouldn't fade.
She didn't know how to escape this torment.
Honestly, she didn't even know exactly what to do.
She had only vague knowledge of intercourse between man and woman; she didn't know how to relieve her body's cravings alone.
She had thought maybe fiddling between her legs would ease it somehow, but her pride wouldn't allow it.
With Han Seojin, she could force herself through any humiliation, but alone? No.
It was the Tang Clan of Sichuan pride rooted deep in her core.
She couldn't do something so vulgar by herself.
Just until morning.
She thought.
Just hold out a little longer until morning.
Tomorrow, when Han Seojin comes, we'll pick up right where we left off.
He must be barely holding on like her.
Once the fire is lit, it won't go out until tomorrow. The desire gifted by the night union grass wasn't so easily quenched.
So just endure a bit more. It would surely work.
She tried to sleep while waiting for dawn, but it wouldn't come easily.
Exhausted by the heat blooming in her body, she'd doze off briefly, only to jolt awake thinking dawn had come.
And once awake, the various fantasies started again, keeping sleep at bay.
She drifted off three times or more, but each time woke with a start.
That year-like dawn finally passed, and as the sky began to turn bluish, the desire crept up again.
Her body tensed tautly, as if knowing the humiliation soon to come.
Dang Soran waited for Han Seojin like that, then for some reason she couldn't understand, stood and began adorning herself.
She applied light makeup, changed her clothes.
She groomed her hair and took deep breaths.
Preparations to hide the truth that she'd longed for him all night were in full swing.
She took deep breaths, fantasizing countless conversations with Han Seojin.
In every one, she pictured herself aloof and proud.
If Han Seojin was suffering as much as her, if he'd backed off yesterday because of Dang Yeop just like her...
Surely he'd continue yesterday's business the moment he arrived.
Soon, Dang Soran heard approaching footsteps.
With each step growing louder, her heartbeat swelled too.
Finally, this moment had returned.
No one would disturb them in this early dawn.
When Han Seojin stood before her quarters, Dang Soran said in a trembling voice,
"C-come in."
The door slid open with a rattle, and she heard the large man enter.
Each step he took on the floor echoed like thuds mirroring her heart.
Soon, Han Seojin ascended.
The moment Dang Soran saw him, she could only be surprised.
Like before, he carried a backpack up with him. A familiar one.
The backpack that held his toys when they played.
Just that backpack alone let her feel he was brimming with intent to play.
Unlike usual, Dang Soran sat on the bed, gazing at him intently with trembling feelings.
-Thud.
He tossed the backpack into the corner of the second floor, then looked at Dang Soran.
A long gaze began.
"..."
"..."
But no matter how long she waited, he didn't move first.
He didn't approach from behind and stroke her nape like yesterday, nor press his hot torso against her.
He just stared at her silently.
The moment she sensed something off, Han Seojin spoke.
"Do you need something? Judging by your outfit, it doesn't seem like you need help moving anything today."
Dang Soran's haughty expression finally cracked.
She looked back and forth between the backpack and Han Seojin.
"...Pardon?"
"I'll brew some tea downstairs. Take your time coming down."
He descended to the first floor without even touching the backpack.
Dang Soran was speechless.
All that remained was her lower abdomen throbbing hotly.
.
.
.
Dang Soran dozed off drowsily all day.
Noon after lunch.
A full stomach, warm sunlight, and sleep deprivation tormented her.
Her body already hot, now drowsiness piled on—there was no greater torture.
Dozing off again only to jolt awake, Dang Soran licked the saliva lightly wetting her lips and lifted her head.
Han Seojin wasn't in the quarters. He'd probably gone out seeing her dozing.
"..."
Thinking of the perfectly fine Han Seojin, she felt a moment of resentment, then shook her head.
Unable to bear it earlier, she'd peeked into the backpack—ropes, blindfold, and playthings galore.
If he wasn't going to use them, why bring them?
Why bring them to torment her more?
She should be the one tormenting him. She should be the one breaking his patience.
Dang Soran couldn't let herself get desperate first and fall into her own trap like a fool.
Her pride wouldn't allow it.
At least to escape the drowsiness, she stepped out of the quarters.
-Slide.
"Seojin..."
The moment she opened the door, she froze.
Han Seojin was exercising outside the quarters.
Sweating profusely under the sunlight, exerting himself blindly.
At that sight, Dang Soran couldn't move.
Sweat-drenched nape. Thick forearms. Sharp gaze. Jade Kirin-like features.
Imagining being toyed with like a plaything by him yesterday—sleep fled, her body heated again.
For a moment, she nearly cast pride aside and begged him to play.
Even her legs felt softly weakening.
"...Lady Soran?"
Mid-exercise, Han Seojin noticed her staring and straightened his posture.
As he lifted his hem to wipe sweat, Dang Soran swallowed.
"Do you need something?"
How could he look so fine?
Was she the only desperate one? No. Yesterday, hadn't his patience nearly broken too?
That hope made it more painful. If not for yesterday, she might not have endured.
But feeling victory near, she decided to endure this torment a bit longer.
-Thud!
With quickening breath, Dang Soran shut the door.
Sweaty Han Seojin was too stimulating.
Dang Soran returned to her spot, taking deep breaths.
As evening approached, Han Seojin's gaze darkened, the atmosphere around him too.
She realized belatedly he wasn't uninterested in play—it was just timing.
Right, you couldn't play from dawn.
In the naturally building ticklish mood, Dang Soran couldn't manage her expression like yesterday and stared at the floor.
"Y-you can go back now."
Dang Soran signaled his duties were done.
If anything would happen, it started now.
Han Seojin nodded at her words and headed upstairs wordlessly.
Blood heated again.
Frozen, unable to do anything, then Han Seojin came down from upstairs with a long rope.
Recalling the day's agony, she couldn't speak rashly.
Provoking him arrogantly might make the chance vanish.
Seeing his rope, Dang Soran lowered her eyes, arms limp, frozen.
Unknowingly, she acted like an easy-to-handle doll.
Han Seojin said nothing else.
With a long sigh, he began roughly binding her limp arms.
"Not even resisting?"
Han Seojin asked mockingly.
His suddenly changed demeanor squeezed her heart again.
Maybe from the sweat, his masculine scent dizzied her.
The deferential man of the day was now more intimidating than anyone as evening fell.
"Endured all day—must've been hell. Soran, weren't you looking forward to it?"
"..."
Dang Soran nearly answered she had suffered, but recalled her usual stance.
Days claiming no need for play. Moments pretending disinterest.
This moment had to be purely because he sought it.
Not her forcing Han Seojin, but him unable to hold back his desire and accepting her.
Only then could she steal him from Cheongwol.
"...I wasn't expecting anything."
She lied.
"I see?"
Han Seojin didn't call out her lie.
"Guess I was the only one enduring all day."
"...!"
Dang Soran trembled at his words.
Pleasure from her plan working. Yes, this was what she wanted.
Each time Han Seojin's rough rope pressed her sensitive body, she twisted in subtle pleasure.
"...Ngh."
"Soran, stay still. Only three ropes left including this—gotta treat 'em precious. Can't remake them..."
At his words, she forced her body still.
The moment her arms were bound behind her back, Han Seojin revealed his true colors.
His hot breath wetted her ear, then like yesterday, he stroked her nape.
Continuing yesterday's interrupted acts, he touched nape, collarbone, shoulder in sequence.
Dang Soran just trembled, suppressing her bursting heart.
Even breathing was hard.
"Didn't know living in the Tang Clan of Sichuan would be this tough. Desires piling up—dying here. Can't go to a brothel like others, no alone time either..."
Brothels absolutely forbidden, no personal time—her schemes.
Feeling they'd worked, she thought sorry but fortunate.
Just his piled-up desire sounded lewdly appealing.
Wasn't it a declaration to unleash it on her now?
"Soran. You brought me to the Tang Clan of Sichuan with your offer—shouldn't you relieve this discomfort?"
Dang Soran bit her lip, whispering like a sparrow.
"...H-how...?"
"Do I have to tell you that too?"
"..."
"For now, gotta touch your body. So soft—it calms the mind."
-Swish!
In that instant, Han Seojin's hand suddenly gripped her left breast firmly.
"Hyaah!!"
Dang Soran writhed at the piercing pleasure striking her head.
After the moan, she couldn't breathe. Like acupoint struck, her body stiffened digesting the ecstasy.
The spiked pleasure subsided in a flash.
Like shivering in winter cold, a hot stream brushing her body.
Dang Soran couldn't be satisfied. She wanted the full hot bath.
The slightest fulfillment only grew her hunger.
Dang Soran looked down at her breast.
Han Seojin's hand gripping it tight.
How could it feel so depraved.
Touch more.
She whispered inwardly.
Rougher.
Gazing at her breast in his hand, she looked up at him with half-lidded eyes.
Slowly, his hand kneaded her breast.
Smile tugging his lips. He was pleased with her body.
"Haa... haah..."
Dang Soran turned her head to meet his eyes, Han Seojin too.
Mouths so close. She felt the impulse to kiss.
Yet fearing it'd seem rude to him, she dared not cross the line.
He had to desire her first—that hadn't changed.
It remained.
Chilling thrills kept spreading from her left breast through her body.
They said erogenous zones are limited, but wherever Han Seojin's hand touched, she felt pleasure.
His left hand gripped her left breast, right hand on her waist... slowly toward her thigh.
As she flinched at the sensation, Han Seojin pulled, forcing her legs apart.
He stroked her inner thigh.
"So soft, our Soran."
"Haa... hngh..."
Then, with a lewd smile, he changed tone.
"...Lady, how can you enjoy being toyed with by this lowly one like this."
Realizing anew her ugly acts, unbearable depravity hit her.
Lady pleased by servant's touch.
Tang Clan of Sichuan's Dang Soran couldn't accept it positionally, so she raised her pride.
"...Hand... off. Feels... bad. I said... I don't need play... right?"
Han Seojin mocked her words.
Then his hand delved deeper into her inner thigh.
Even before reaching there, she knew.
His hand would already feel the humid air.
And rightly so—his eyes had insulted her thoroughly already.
Too overt a touch.
Dang Soran understood she'd cross the line today from his hand.
Fear led, but now she couldn't stop herself.
Couldn't stop herself—how could she stop him?
No intent to resist, nor could she.
Wasn't her body already bound? She had no choice.
Han Seojin who bound her was at fault.
Han Seojin gazed at her intently, then pressed lips to her collarbone.
Wet tongue licked her.
The hand on her breast pinched the hardened nipple.
"Hngh!!"
Dang Soran bit her lip to stifle the vulgar moan.
Body too sensitive. Really couldn't anymore.
But had to endure. Not the situation to beg rougher first.
-Knock knock.
Then, the blood-cooling sound echoed again.
That nightmare sound.
As Dang Soran jolted frozen, freedom returned to her body in an instant.
-Thud!!
Han Seojin drew a small knife from his waist, slicing the rope.
Too fast to even say don't stop.
Bound arms fell limply to the floor.
'Lady. It's Maeyok. I've brought the sweets.'
Han Seojin quickly hid the rope in a room corner, rolled his neck.
Didn't even glance at Dang Soran.
Her left breast and right inner thigh still bore his touch's sensation.
Hard to believe his hand was gone.
She realized now the body itself could feel loneliness.
Her large eyes blinked, uncomprehending the situation.
Unable to speak to Han Seojin, she looked to the door.
Unbearable rage toward Maeyok surged.
Yesterday and now today?
Stifling a gasp in disbelief, Han Seojin opened the door.
Maeyok appeared and said,
"Lady, I've brought the sweets as requested."
In unjust frustration, Dang Soran asked in a suppressed voice.
"When did I request sweets...!!"
...And realized simultaneously.
Chills ran up Dang Soran's spine.
Han Seojin looked at her, smiling.
His eyes seemed to say,
...Get it now?
"..."
All along, Dang Soran thought she'd bested Han Seojin.
Thought she'd ensnared him in her schemes.
But this torment, this desperation—all orchestrated by Han Seojin's hand.
The play had started long ago.
Calling Maeyok, calling Dang Yeop yesterday—all...
Han Seojin took the snacks from Maeyok.
"I'll take them. Thank you."
"Yes."
-Clunk.
Door closed, Dang Soran blankly watched approaching Han Seojin.
He couldn't look more overwhelming.
Awakening to who dominated her body.
-Patter...
Han Seojin brought sweets and poured tea brewed from night union grass into a small teacup.
Setting it before aflame Dang Soran, he smiled and said,
"Drink."
"..."
Dang Soran stared at the tea. The tea that would heat her body more.
Fear of his command—this was the first time.