Side Story 2 – The Greediest Man (Part 3)

The sound of splashing water pulled Ria’s consciousness back to the surface. Slowly opening her eyes, her unfocused brown gaze came into view.

Blinking a few times to clear her vision, she realized the rippling liquid before her was bathwater.

The warmth enveloping her body made her aware of her surroundings. As she moved her fingers slightly, the ripples in the water broke the silence, fully waking her.

“You’re awake?”

Rune, who had been pouring water over her rounded shoulders, kissed the top of her head and whispered softly.

It didn’t take long for her to realize that the firm surface against her back was his chest. Ria quickly understood the situation. Having collapsed during their intimate time, she was now being bathed by them—a scenario that had been quite common before she had children.

‘It’s been a while since I’ve passed out like this.’

Feeling the warmth of the water relaxing her body, Ria let out a soft sigh. It seemed she had been in the bath for quite some time. Leaning more comfortably against Rune’s chest, she asked,

“Where are the others?”

“Cleaning up.”

“Themselves?”

Ria tilted her head in confusion. Even at the villa, they had always called for the servants to clean up after them. The embarrassment of leaving evidence of their intimacy in various places was something she could never forget. So why were they doing it themselves this time?

“Well, it got… quite messy, since it’s been a while.”

Ria’s question was instantly answered by Rune’s following words. Like a panorama, the events leading up to her fainting flashed through her mind.

Cherta, satisfied after placing the black lace choker—bitten and torn by her—into her mouth, wasted no time. Naturally, he thrust his fully *rect and swollen length into her.

Her insides, unaccustomed to the thickness after such a long time, stretched tightly. Even before fully entering, Ria panted, her narrow inner walls clenching around him. The discomfort grew as Rune, inserting himself alongside Cherta, added to the pressure. Despite the overwhelming tightness and the sensation of being bitten from all sides by her contracting muscles, the two men didn’t stop. They pushed forward until their lengths were buried to the hilt.

When they were finally fully inside, their joined bodies seemed as if they had become one. The undulating ridges of her inner walls elicited heated breaths from them. Cherta’s sensual smile deepened as he noticed the lace choker slipping from Ria’s mouth and falling onto her chest.

‘I told you to hold it properly.’

Cherta picked up the lace choker and immediately thrust his hips upward.

Her unadjusted insides gripped his length tightly, the friction from the movement scraping her inner walls. “Hngh! Ah!” Rune followed, thrusting upward as well. Caught between the two firm bodies, Ria’s delicate frame swayed helplessly. Cherta slid his fingers into her parted, trembling lips, pressing down on her tongue.

‘Mmnh… Mngh…’

‘I’ll let it slide this once.’

The lace choker was placed back in her mouth. Rune kissed the tears streaming from her flushed eyes.

Large hands gripped her slender waist, while another hand kneaded her full br*asts. His lips, following the trail of her tears, left neat bite marks on her neck before finding their way to her swollen peaks. Despite how much they had suckled earlier, milk continued to flow freely. Rune bit down on her stiffened peaks, coaxing out more milk as he teased and nibbled at them. The sweet scent filled his mouth and overwhelmed his senses.

The tremors coursing through her body made it inevitable that Rune and Cherta’s lengths grew even harder inside her. Sometimes alternating, sometimes in unison, their relentless thrusts reached deep, striking her cervix. All Ria could do was cry endlessly.

Afterward, she was passed between the four men without reprieve.

After Rune and Cherta, Kahin and Eden took their turns. Their intimidatingly large lengths were forced into her together, stretching her further as they moved their hips. Like the others, they tormented her br*asts as they pleased.

From the front, Eden suckled on her reddened peaks, swollen from Rune’s earlier attention, rolling his tongue over the sensitive tips. From behind, Kahin buried his face in her neck, breathing heavily as he kneaded her soft br*asts.

Perhaps feeling sorry for the milk that spilled freely without being consumed, Rune, who had been watching, approached with his fully *rect length in hand. Standing next to Kahin, he stroked himself while pressing his tip against the peak of the br*ast Kahin held, marking it with his *rousal.

‘Hngh, ah…!’

Already overwhelmed by the sensation of being skewered, Ria could barely breathe. With her sensitive peaks teased from both sides, her mind felt like it was melting, her breaths growing hotter.

It felt as though she would dissolve completely if she didn’t release the tension building inside her.

Despite her best efforts to keep the lace choker in place, she kept dropping it. The intensity of their actions made it impossible to hold onto.

After Rune, it was Eden and Cherta again, then Kahin, and then Rune once more. Each time one of them thrust into her, Ria lost count of how many times the lace choker fell. At some point, the choker disappeared entirely, nowhere to be seen.

Just as with her l*ngerie, which was always torn off and discarded during their encounters, the choker likely met the same fate in their hands.

For Cherta, who loved kissing, and Kahin, who enjoyed using his fingers, the choker must have been nothing but an inconvenience.

Moreover, since they often resorted to using her hands or mouth when they couldn’t be inside her, they likely prioritized their desires over the choker’s presence.

‘Haa. You need to eat well if you want me to give you milk, hmm?’

‘At this rate, I can’t tell if it’s milk or something else.’

With Eden’s length in her mouth and Cherta’s, covered in milk and fluids, rubbing against her swollen peaks, Ria was overwhelmed. Below, Rune and Kahin thrust into her from both ends, licking her neck and kneading her other br*ast. Rough hands rubbed her sensitive nub, while the overflowing fluids from their relentless thrusts splashed around, creating white foam.

‘Hngh…!’

‘Ugh!’

The vivid panorama of memories stopped abruptly as her trembling body was pressed down by large hands, their fluids spilling all over her. She, too, released a flood of fluids, as if she had wet herself, marking the end of the recollection.

“…”

Ria’s lips parted involuntarily. No matter how long it had been… this was…

‘We must have gone mad!’

Her face flushed crimson in an instant. It wasn’t just her face; her ears and neck burned with heat as well. Ria covered her cheeks with both hands, trying to hide her embarrassment.

“Ria?”

Rune’s voice, filled with curiosity, called out to her as he noticed her pale skin, now marked with red traces, suddenly turning bright red. Startled, Ria shot up.

However, having collapsed earlier, her body hadn’t fully recovered. Her legs gave out, and she nearly fell, but Rune caught her just in time.

“Are you okay?”

“Ah, um… Just a moment.”

When Rune tried to help her sit back down, she reached out to stop him. Gripping the edge of the bathtub, she pulled herself out and stood in front of the full-length mirror.

With one hand, she wiped away the steam fogging the mirror, revealing her reflection. The sight made her gasp in shock.

Her body was covered in their marks—no, nearly every inch of her skin bore traces of them. Her chest, waist, and hips were dotted with large, red handprints, while bite marks and bruises marred her skin. Though she had expected it, the reality was far worse than she had imagined.

Gathering her damp hair, Ria turned to inspect her back. It was no different, if not worse, than the front. Her b*ttocks, in particular, were crisscrossed with overlapping handprints, standing out starkly. Her mouth fell open in disbelief.

‘How did they hold back all this time?’

The thought crossed her mind involuntarily. She was genuinely curious.

At that moment, Rune, who had followed her slowly since she left the bathtub, leaned against the side table next to the mirror. Watching her examine the marks on her body in a daze, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close.

Her delicate frame was drawn into his embrace without resistance. Rune pressed his lips to the nape of her neck, now exposed by her gathered hair.

“You’re beautiful.”

The warm lips pressed against her skin moved, tickling the nape of her neck. Rune’s hand gently brushed over the marks that had startled her, as though he was immensely satisfied. Ria’s body flinched reflexively, and he wrapped his arms tightly around her slender waist, softly rubbing just below her navel with his thumb.

As his hand moved, warmth began to rise again from where he touched. Ria grabbed Rune’s hand. He had buried his nose into the skin where her neck met her shoulder, inhaling deeply. Slowly, he opened his eyes, which had been lazily closed.

Soon, Ria’s body was turned around. Since he was leaning on the side table, she, who usually looked up at him, now found their gazes aligned horizontally—a rare occurrence.

His blue eyes, staring directly into her brown ones, disappeared behind his gently folding eyelids. Straightening his body from where he leaned, Rune knelt down on one knee, slowly lowering himself. He pressed his lips to the skin just above her navel. Her stomach, once swollen from carrying two children, had now returned to its slender form.

Even the slight weight she had gained had disappeared, leaving her as she had been when his single arm could completely encircle her. Rune caressed her narrow waistline with his hand, placing light kisses along her skin.

“Ah, Rune…”

His breath, warm enough to heat her thin abdominal skin, spread through her. When Ria placed her hand on his head, his lips paused, and his voice emerged.

“I’m glad Lionel was born first.”

At his cryptic words, Ria looked down at him. However, all she could see was his radiant, wet golden hair. Gently, she brushed back the hair covering his forehead.

Rune, who had been resting his lips against her stomach, raised his head. He rested his chin where his lips had been and looked up at her. His hands coiled around her thighs and lower back as if they were vines, pulling her closer.

“Even with twins, the firstborn is still the first child, isn’t it? I wished and wished for that.”

“…” 

“During the festival, by the sea. Just as I hoped to be the one to confess to you, to place the ring on your finger for the first time.”

Ria, gazing into his eyes filled with so much meaning, slowly opened her lips.

“…Why? Why did you wish for that?”

She already knew the answer. How could she not, when she had once told him herself? Yet, even so, she wanted to hear it from his lips.

“Because I’ve always been your first. And for the rest of our lives, I’ll always be your first.”

It was no different from a confession—a love shared between Rune and Ria, one only the two of them could exchange.

Ria cupped Rune’s face with her hands and leaned down toward him. Her hair, falling to one side, softly cascaded like a curtain, hiding their reflections in the mirror.

“Am I still your first?”

Just as Ria had asked a question she already knew the answer to, Rune, too, asked something he was certain of. He wanted to hear it from her lips. In truth, he wanted confirmation every day, every hour.

“…Yes.”

Her small, soft hand caressed his cheek. Closing his eyes slowly, Rune savored her touch. Then, standing up, he pulled Ria’s body tightly against his own.

Their damp skin, still moist from the water, pressed together without any barrier. Their cooling bodies were heated once more by each other’s warmth.

“You’re still my first.”

As soon as Ria’s words left her lips, Rune tilted his head closer. He stopped just as their noses touched, their eyes reflecting only each other. Neither Ria nor Rune closed their eyes. Silently, they shared the emotions they held within.

Soon, her slender arms slid up his firm chest and wrapped around his neck. Ria’s lips met Rune’s first.

A soft, fleeting kiss. Her lips touched his briefly before pulling away, tickling him. It was as sweet as the emotion that made her heart pound and vibrate faintly.

Rune’s large hand gripped her delicate nape. Holding her waist tightly, he curved his lips into a smile.

“That’s why I can’t help but be the greediest.”

Because every little thing, no matter how trivial, had to be his first with her.

As soon as his low voice trailed off, his lips devoured hers. He bit her lower lip, covering the tender flesh that three other men had tasted, as though reclaiming it for himself. His tongue delved deeply, entwining with hers as he sucked her in.

Holding Ria firmly as she was pushed back by his overwhelming force, Rune kissed her greedily. Between their tightly pressed bodies, his fully *rect length twitched, leaking pr*cum as it rubbed against her stomach.

When he took a few steps back, the side table he had been leaning on earlier came into contact with his body. Once again leaning against it, Rune slid his hand from her waist up to her chest, which was covered in red marks. He grasped her br*ast, swollen and sensitive from being bitten and suckled so much. As he lightly teased the hardened peak, Ria’s body flinched involuntarily.

Rune briefly pulled his lips away, his gaze lazily dropping downward. He noticed milk trickling from the stiffened peak of her br*ast, which was being squeezed in his hand. Licking his lips, which were slick with their mingled saliva, he smirked.

His lips hungrily sought hers again.

Beyond the mirror, which had begun to fog once more from the rising heat, the image of a beast, its eyes gleaming with dark desire, flickered before disappearing into the haze.

Even her two sons had never nursed in the bathroom.

He was the first.