Chapter 1 (Part 25)

Her heart raced fast, almost suffocatingly. Even though she stumbled upon it accidentally, it felt like she had become an intrusive voyeur. To make matters worse, the bed was right in front of the open doorway, giving her an even better view of his p*nis.

Fortunately, Kahin had his head slightly tilted and his eyes closed, seemingly unaware of her presence.

Ria held her breath and barely managed to move back a step. Maybe she could turn around and pretend she didn’t see anything. But as if mocking her thoughts, something familiar caught her eye.

That’s…

A white cloth covered Kahin’s long, thick, crimson c*ck. It was something that hadn’t caught her eye right away, wrapped around his hand.

 It was the handkerchief she’d given him at lunch. 

“……!”

The moment Ria realized the presence of the white cloth, her feet froze in place as if rooted to the ground. She couldn’t move an inch. Then, his voice reached her ears, enveloping her frozen body.

“Ugh, ah, f*ck, Ria …”

He called her name. Amidst the low groans that seemed to scratch his vocal cords, her name was mixed in. Ria forgot to breathe and stared at him, at the white handkerchief bobbing up and down, at the waist that moved intermittently.

A feeling of tightness gripped her stomach. It felt like a hallucination, seeing him shake his m*mber vigorously while calling out her name with veins bulging in his neck, using the handkerchief she had given him.

Even though she knew she shouldn’t look anymore, she couldn’t tear her eyes away. Everything that met her gaze felt obsc*ne.

“Haah, haa.”

Then, their eyes met directly as Kahin turned his head.

“……!”

She sucked in a sharp breath, her breathing becoming erratic. Her mind went blank, devoid of any thoughts. What was even more surprising was Kahin’s reaction.

Kahin didn’t just avoid being surprised, he didn’t even averted his gaze when he met her eyes. There wasn’t even a flicker of hesitation. Despite the haziness in his eyes due to the fervor that had filled them for months, his gaze remained straight, directed at her.

The hand that gripped his c*ck grew stronger, bony, and rough, and the stroking gradually picked up speed. She could clearly see his c*ck growing even larger. It looked like it could burst at any moment now.

“Ugh, Ria. Ria!”

It wasn’t a delusion; he thrust his waist. His movement, as if delving deep inside made her flush with heat. The center of the handkerchief, soaked with fl*ids and clinging to his c*ck, bulged as he wiped it away with his hand, leaving a messy trail of c*m in its wake.

As if that weren’t enough, the last of the c*m erupted from the blunt tip of the gl*ns and dripped down his hand and onto the handkerchief.

It was obsc*ne. Unforgettably, outrageously obsc*ne.

But what heated Ria’s body more was the way he never took his eyes off her, even as he ej*culated. Even as he gently wiped the remaining thick, milky fl*id, soaked in the handkerchief, his eyes fixed on her, refusing to look away.

As if… as if he wanted her to see. As if he wanted to trap her gaze.

Her heart pounded madly, almost unbelievably. The heat rushing to my face reached the tips of her hair.

In the end, all she could do was to turn away from him, somehow forcing her weak legs to work.

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As soon as she returned to her room, she collapsed onto the bed, her legs giving out from under her. Despite the loud thud when the door, firmly closed behind her, shut, she had no room for surprise. Instead, the pounding of her heart reverberated louder in her ears. Despite several attempts at deep breaths to calm herself, she couldn’t seem to compose herself.

In her mind, the recent events kept replaying vividly. Slightly flushed eyes, panting lips, suppressed but occasional low moans, and the long, thick, ominous size…

Enough! 

Ria shook her head violently from side to side, trying to clear her mind of the scenes that kept flashing through. But they were stuck in her head as if they’d been pounded into her brain and wouldn’t go away. Over and over again, she remembered Kahin m*sturbating furiously. His hips thrust as he called her name.

What’s happening? Why, why is he calling my name like that…?

That only confused her further. Calling out her name, m*sturbating with the handkerchief she’d given him. The significance of it all. It felt… significant.

It seems like he likes me.

Hmph. The moment that thought crossed her mind, Ria covered her mouth with both hands and held her breath. It was something she had never even considered before. She had never sensed such an atmosphere from him. The few times she’d seen him in Korea, it had always been before and after meeting Rune, only twice in total. And even that wasn’t for a very long time.

Since when? Why?

Trying to recall answers to the following questions, nothing immediately came to mind. It was frustrating and confusing. Unexplainable emotions kept coming to her, and she didn’t know what to do about it.

Her only option was to avoid him.

Since that day, Ria started avoiding Kahin. If she happened to encounter him, she would startle and quickly flee. Every time she saw him, she couldn’t stop replaying the scene in her mind, his large p*nis and all.

Not surprisingly, the days she left her room became fewer and fewer. She didn’t even venture near her favorite garden in case Kahin followed her for escort. Even meetings with Eden were also relocated to a reception room not far from her room.

Rune and Eden couldn’t overlook such noticeable changes.

“Is something wrong with Ria?”

“I don’t know either. She’s been staying in her room for days, not even going to her favorite garden.”

“…It seems like she’s been spacing out more often.”

While watching her with a vacant expression even with her favorite dessert in front of her, the two of them quietly conversed. Eventually, Rune called out to her.

“Ria.”

“…….”

“Ria.”

“Ugh, huh?”

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell? You don’t have a fever.”

Rune asked with concern as he placed his hand on her forehead to check her temperature. Ria shook her head and denied it, but the way she averted her gaze and turned her head slightly confirmed their suspicions that something was wrong.

“But why such a vacant expression? You’re even neglecting your favorite dessert.”

Ethan spoke in a very soft voice and tone, hoping to get the reason out of her. The nuanced, childlike tone had been in his voice ever since he’d known her, something he’d never done in his life, or thought he’d do someday.

Ria’s gaze drifted to the dessert in front of her. Among the tempting desserts, nothing else caught her eye when she saw the chocolate madeleine, especially since it was the dessert she had offered Kahin before the incident, bringing back warm memories. Her face flushed red.

“Ria?”

Kahin’s voice, filled with warmth, overlapped Eden’s. The low whimper that had subsided kept calling out her name.

“Oh, it’s nothing, it’s…, I’m just a little tired.”

Stammering, unsure of what she was saying, she abruptly stood up. As she recalled, the heat rushed to her head, making her dizzy. Avoidance wasn’t the answer, but she didn’t know what else to do at the moment, so she hurried out of the reception room.

It was so fast, that she was gone in a flash, her hands wandering through the air. As the door slammed shut behind them, they stiffened, their faces cold, and their voices chilling as they clasped their empty hands.

“I wonder what it is that makes Ria seem completely occupied.”

“Whatever it is, I can’t wait to get rid of it.”