Whoosh!

The red alert went off!

I tried to lower my raised dress hem, but it was impossible because of Seth. He lowered his body and started nibbling on my neck with his lips.

“Seth, wait. Ah–”

“Why?”

His voice, slightly heated, wrapped around my neck as his lips murmured wetly against my skin.

“We’re supposed to have a deep connection anyway, so this should be fine.”

It’s definitely not fine.

“Seth, wait. Just a moment. Ah!”

Seth’s hand began to gently caress my body.

“If there is a place my master likes, tell me. Then I can make your body warm up more quickly.”

“No, Seth. That–”

I didn’t want to warm up more quickly – everything he touched was already hot.

“Seth, wait. Calm down. Calm down!”

I quickly sat up and pulled Seth’s neck closer, then slapped his back firmly.

“Seth!”

“Ah, master.”

Luckily, Seth let go of my body and guided my hand to touch his back.

“Do you feel it?”

I couldn’t breathe at the vivid scar I felt on his palm.

“It’s a mark left by my abusive father.”

“…….”

“Master, you understand, right?”

I understood too well. The feeling of raised, brutally ripped skin under my fingertips made my heart want to stop. His soft voice pierced me like a needle.

“It hurt so much that I couldn’t even breathe. I tried to erase the scars as I grew older, but the ones from my childhood are too deep and won’t disappear.”

“…….”

“It doesn’t hurt anymore, but it still bothers me.”

Seth ‘s head lifted slightly to meet my gaze, his eyes were dark and sunken.

“If my master, who made me this way, touches it, will it feel better?”

I couldn’t touch the scar, yet I couldn’t take my hand away from it. I just stared into those eyes, seeing my own shocked face in them.

“At first, I wanted to ask you what the hell you were thinking when you made these scars, and then I wanted to kill you when I heard why.”

A chilling voice pierced through my eardrums.

Seth ‘s intentions for telling me this were clear.

After making me like this, you’re trying to escape? Are you rejecting the ‘me’ that you created like this?

He was stating this.

I felt like I should say something, so I opened my mouth, but no words came out.

Hearing him speak about this so calmly hurt too much. I couldn’t possibly get angry.

Seth, who had felt like a fictional character all this time, was before me, wounded, alive and breathing, making tears well up in my eyes.

Inside the bedroom, only the sound of my quiet, sobbing breaths echoed.

“Why did you create me like this?”

At his poignant question, I couldn’t let myself cry anymore.

Shedding tears felt insignificant compared to his suffering, as if it turned the torment he experienced into something trivial.

“I was curious. After making me want to die, how did you feel?”

He wanted to make me feel the same way by telling me that story.

“But I couldn’t harm you, because the real master that I saw was so lovely.”

It felt like I was sinking into the depths, suffocating. 

“Kiss me,” Seth demanded while caressing my cheeks.

I had no choice but to obey him. Sobbing, I bit my thin lips and then extended my neck to meet his red ones. As our lips met, I surrendered and dug into his mouth with my tongue. Sweetly, apologetically. 

To help me perform better, Seth supported the back of my head.

The sound of liquid slipping on flesh battered my eardrums, but I couldn’t stop. I found it ironic that my opponent’s saliva tasted sweet in this situation.

As soon as our lips separated, the next request came.

“Touch the scars.”

Fumbling, I touched the scars, which I knew were of my own making. I stopped with just my fingertips, unable to face the sin I had created.

“Don’t close your eyes – Look at me.”

Even just touching it hurt. It throbbed like I’d been hit.

I’d been trying to avoid Seth Milan because he was the dark chancellor. But he ended up like this because of me.

I once again saw my own face reflected in his sunken eyes. I couldn’t deny anything and couldn’t muster the courage to fix my contorted expression.

I destroyed a person. That broken person destroyed others.

This person’s faults are my fault.

“Master.”

Seth called me in a gentle voice, took hold of my hand, and started sucking on it. Slowly, he sucked on each finger. The action was dripping with sensuality, making my palms tingle against my will. 

I couldn’t bear to confront the sight of my own breathlessness, so I turned my gaze to the side. Seth let go of my hand and held my chin instead.

“The only person who can give me rest is you.”

‘So, don’t reject me.’ That’s what he was saying.

His graceful hands started caressing my thigh, slipping from the exterior to the warm, private interior, but I couldn’t push him away, even when he spread my legs apart while I was pinned beneath him on the bed. Instead, my body grew hotter, contrary to the situation.

“You’re wet.”

Seth’s red lips drew an arc as he lightly brushed against my p*ssy with his fingers. Embarrassingly, his fingertips were dewy even just from touching my wetness through the fabric of my underwear.

“I like it because you want me, Master.”

He traced circles with a light touch, and I arched my back, letting out a whimper. I moaned in anticipation as I felt his er*ction rubbing against my clothes.

Slowly, Seth removed my underwear with a rustling sound and narrowed his eyes.

“See? You’re so wet.”

He lightly shook my liquid-soaked underwear and deftly removed my dress. Because he was well practiced at dressing and undressing me, in an instant, I was completely n*ked.

His lips quivered as his dark eyes roamed over my body, lazily, like he was licking it. I turned my head to the side, feeling self-conscious under his filthy gaze, and Seth lowered his head to meet my eyes.

“Look at me, Master.”

A red tongue licked at his lips, the same color as my own. His appearance was so sensuous and overwhelming that I closed my eyes.

“I told you to look at me,” he warned. 

I slowly opened my eyes, and Seth smiled at me like I’d done a good job before biting my lower lip. When I gasped and unknowingly opened my mouth, a hot mound of flesh penetrated inside it.

Seth’s tongue gently rubbed the inside of my mouth, neither fast nor slow. As he kept stimulating me, an urgent feeling that I didn’t know was building woke up inside me. Heat pooled in my abdomen and washed over me in waves. 

Unbid, my body leapt up and pressed against Seth’s firm chest, and it wasn’t until I felt another’s flesh against mine that my lust subsided a little.

“Mm, ah…”

Seth pulled away, seemingly satisfied. I grabbed his red hair eagerly, craving him greedily. My throat was parched from the sweet and warm saliva.

“Haah, haah, haah.”

To reach the peak with just a kiss.

I was going crazy.

Without letting me regain my senses, Seth’s fingers headed towards my entrance, teasing me.

“Ah!”

I was surprised by the sudden and intense sensation, but Seth continued to smile.

“You know, Master? You’re completely soaked.”

As his fingers moved quickly from teasing to fully thrusting in and out of my throbbing insides, clear fluid splashed onto my thigh.

“You desired me like this, so how did you hold back until now? Hm?”

“More, faster,” I begged, ignoring what he was saying.

“You don’t even answer a question; you’re so demanding.”

I needed a stronger stimulus.

I grabbed Seth ‘s hand and tried to move it the way I wanted, but he pulled his fingers out halfway, as if to tease me, and began to simply twist them in circles.

“Nngh, Seth!”

Because he was just teasing at the entrance, I kicked the sheet in frustration.

Seth brought his wet fingers to my face and began licking his index finger, wrapping his tongue around it right in front of me. As if he wanted me to watch what he was eating, he made eye contact with me.

The emotions in his crimson irises were excessively clear, and a rough, burning laugh tickled my ears.

From below, seemingly endless liquid poured out of me as my arousal reached new heights.

Who was it that made Seth Milan’s laugh cause my lust to boil over?

Damnit, me.

On a whim, I grabbed his arm and started shaking him.

“Get inside me quickly. Hm?”

Seth smiled widely as if he liked that.

“Do it more.”

“Seth, you’re mine,” I whispered, burying my cheek in Seth’s hand. 

Taking the cue, he possessively rubbed my face. Biting down on my lip, I turned my jaw to nibble at his palm as if I wasn’t going to be easily dissuaded.

“I, I want you,” I murmured. 

Finally, the man threw off his pants. Then, at a speed I had never seen before, he took his place between my legs.

“That’s right. I am yours, my master.”

“Yes. You’re mine, so hold me tight,” I commanded, as if I was finally relenting. 

He pulled me into his open arms.

I squirmed in pleasure at the feel of my body against his hard pecs, and he kissed me again. My excited body trembled uncontrollably from the heat I felt below.

“If it was going to be like this, Master, you should have taken me earlier. Hm?”

Whispering in a tender, yet desire-filled voice, Seth entered me in one breath. Or so I thought.

“Ah!”

It’s… too big.

The weight of him inside me was both pleasurable and terrifying. I pushed at his shoulders, afraid of what was to come, but he pushed himself against me as he laid back down on top of me.

“No, Master.”

He grabbed my hand and pulled it down between our tangled legs. The tip of my fingers touched something firm and hot.

“I’m not even all the way in yet.”

“Seth, I– Mmph!”

Grabbing my leg with one hand, Seth began to thrust into me a second time, and tears began to stream down my face because of the overwhelming sensation. After licking the tears off my cheek, he whispered in a deep voice.

“You shouldn’t cry before we even start.”

Seth chuckled softly and began to indecently move his lower body around my fingers. I gave up keeping my fingers where he’d led them and clutched desperately at the sheets beneath me. 

Thud–

Thud– 

Each thrust echoed in the bedroom as the bedframe slammed into the wall behind it. 

“Aghh!” I moaned, my pleasure escaping from my lungs without my permission.

Continuously penetrating different places, he managed to find my sensitive spot.

“Here? Or maybe here?”

“Huh, hnngh. Seth… ah!”

Seth purposely nudged me, but I was too wrapped in my pleasure to respond with words. To make him press on the spot I liked, I writhed my body under his.

“Where does it feel good, Master? Hm? You have to tell me.”

Feeling challenged by his teasing tone, I grabbed his ear and squeezed it between my thumb and forefinger.

Seth’s eyes flew open wide in an instant as I held on to his ears and tugged and massaged the most sensitive parts between my fingers. Riding the momentum, I pulled his face back to mine and mercilessly devoured his red lips; his mouth opened naturally in response to my ministrations.

“Mmm…mmm…….”

The thick saliva smacked between us, the wet sounds stimulating my hearing as his member continued relentlessly pounding into me exactly where I wanted it to.

Seth, who licked and tidied up the wet strands that stretched between our parted lips, narrowed his eyes and smiled. 

“That’s good, Master. I want you to want me more, just like now.”

His thrusting shaft was thick and heavy, making me gasp with each entry. But I wanted to keep experiencing the pleasure it brought, so I exerted all my strength below to squeeze his giant manhood with my trembling walls.

“Nghh, I feel insatiable,” Seth groaned. “I want to devour you, Master.”