Masquerader Chapter 19

A large palm swept over Seol-ah’s thigh. Seo Tae-shin slid his hand inside her shorts and slowly caressed the flesh of her thigh.

 

Even as he spoke, the cheerful curl of his lips suggested he was thoroughly enjoying the way Seol-ah leisurely undid his buttons. The wet, sticky tip of his cock brushed against her wrist. It was scorching hot.

 

“What do I have to handle?”

 

Seol-ah asked, stepping back slightly as she unfastened the last button. Hearing this, Seo Tae-shin momentarily wore a strange, contemplative expression. Then he leaned in, biting her chin as if to devour it, and muttered:

 

“Right. Thinking about it, you don’t have to handle anything.”

 

For a moment, she thought he was going to kiss her. When Seo Tae-shin abruptly sat up, their lower stomachs pressed close together.

 

“Hng….”

 

The sensation of his cock swelling even larger between their pressed abdomens surprised her. She hadn’t realized there was still room for it to grow. Seol-ah gripped the undone front of his shirt and pulled his chin closer.

 

“You just need to take good care of my cock.”

 

Despite the vulgar words, his tone was oddly affectionate. Unintentionally, her grip on his shirt tightened, causing the fabric to part even wider.

 

“Do you always talk to women like this?”

 

“Like what?”

 

“So crudely. It doesn’t match your looks.”

 

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

 

It wasn’t a compliment, but it hardly mattered. The dim light cast eerie shadows across the man’s chest, now exposed through his open shirt. When she pressed her palm against his chest—a volume that even his shirt couldn’t conceal—the firm muscle clung to her skin.

 

Seol-ah slid her hand between his collar and chest, brushing down his shoulder. The sound of his shirt slipping off entirely rustled provocatively in her ears.

 

The man’s excited lips trailed up her jaw and began sucking at her ear. Annoyed, she turned her head away, prompting Seo Tae-shin to impatiently yank her T-shirt over her head.

 

As the fabric fell away, his bare torso came into view.

 

“…….”

 

His solid shoulders, the serratus muscles split along his ribs, and scars scattered across his upper body—evidence of being scraped and torn by something. Though healed, the remnants of trauma suddenly dragged Seol-ah into fragmented memories.

 

“Looks like you fell from somewhere high.”

 

Seo Tae-shin grinned dismissively at her remark.

 

“I enjoy thrills.”

 

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

 

“Tell you what?”

 

“That when the rescue team found us, I was alone… I thought it was a dream. Or that my mind had broken.”

 

“You dreamed of me? Should’ve clung to me sooner.”

 

Muttering in his teasing tone, Seo Tae-shin tugged aside the lace of her bra. His ash-gray eyes gleamed darkly.

 

“Your nipples are pretty, too.”

 

To him, the scars from their fall off the cliff that day seemed to hold no regret or even a flicker of emotion. Seol-ah reached out to trace the scars on his shoulder. The boundary between smooth skin and rough marks was palpable.

 

That day, Seo Tae-shin had stripped off his coat and shirt for her, leaving his upper body completely bare. It was miraculous he survived the impact of the fall with only these scars.

 

“Well? Now that you know your mind isn’t broken, feel like sucking my cock?”

 

Seo Tae-shin allowed her to explore his shoulder as he taunted. Following his gaze, Seol-ah looked down at his still-swollen erection.

 

“Ah, the cock’s fine. Not a scratch on it.”

 

Of course. Even after tumbling four meters down, his body remained unbroken.

 

“…….”

 

Seol-ah bent forward. She took his cock into her mouth. When her tongue cautiously touched the tip, she felt its searing heat. Despite his cold, sculpted appearance—as if carved from stone with blue blood in his veins—his body temperature was surprisingly high.

 

I’ve thought this before…

 

She moved her lips awkwardly. The thick glans was too large to swallow whole, so she wrapped her hand around the shaft. His penis twitched violently in her palm, as if reacting to her touch.

 

It was too thick for one hand. She clasped it with both. The texture—steel-hard yet velvety, slick with pre-cum—fascinated her. Honestly, she hadn’t expected this. Unlike the vague disgust she’d imagined, the sensation clinging to her tongue wasn’t bad. It was shockingly tolerable.

 

Encouraged, she opened her mouth wider. Until now, she’d only licked the tip, but as she finally took him in fully, Seo Tae-shin let out a low groan. His large hand gripped the back of her head.

 

The moment her inner walls touched his, a gush of sticky pre-cum flooded her mouth. Startled, she jerked back. Seo Tae-shin stared at her, eyes red with arousal.

 

“Use your tongue. Don’t just hold it there.”

 

“…….”

 

“Look up at me while you suck.”

 

Even though she thought it was a somewhat perverse request, Seol-ah did as Seo Tae-shin instructed.

 

While sucking the man’s penis, she noticed that the uniquely pleasant scent wafting from Seo Tae-shin seemed to emanate from his semen as well. Though it had no distinct taste, the mixture of his pre-cum—strangely lewd—and her own saliva kept sliding down her throat.

 

Seol-ah sucked the rounded glans as if it were hard candy. As she sucked, her own body began to heat up. Her breath grew ragged, and saliva pooled in her mouth. The man watching her suddenly darkened his gaze.

 

“Huu… Hung…”

 

At first, his hand stroked the back of her head gently, as if praising her, but gradually it tightened.

 

Seo Tae-shin’s pupils burned crimson with raw desire, and Seol-ah felt herself melting into that heat. Perhaps because of this, even as her jaw ached from licking his thick shaft, she didn’t want to stop.

 

At some point, the aroused man began thrusting his hips slowly in rhythm with her movements, never breaking his intense, devouring gaze.

 

“Huu… Ugh!”

 

This was on a completely different level from her timid licks. As the massive, club-like object began plunging deep into her mouth, Seol-ah’s breathing inevitably faltered.

 

“Heuk… W-wait…!”

 

She panicked, unsure how to breathe, her muffled voice trapped around the penis filling her mouth. His grip on the back of her head prevented her from pulling away.

 

The moment Seol-ah desperately grabbed Seo Tae-shin’s thighs, the shaft in her mouth throbbed violently before abruptly releasing a gush of hot semen. She instinctively squeezed her eyes shut.

 

The fluid striking her palate forced its way down her throat in gulps. Though it felt as if the menacing glans had invaded deep into her throat, in reality, it barely breached the entrance. Semen that failed to be swallowed spilled from her parted lips.

 

“Huuungh…”

 

Contrary to her expectation of his distinct scent, the semen tasted thick and fishy. As she frowned at the unfamiliar flavor, a hand suddenly slid into her armpit.

 

Seo Tae-shin, having pulled her onto his lap, roughly captured her lips. Before she could react, his tongue sucked hers into his mouth.

 

“Huu… Uung…”

 

He licked every corner of her mouth, greedily swallowing even the semen he’d spilled. His tongue tangled so deeply it felt like it might tear out.

 

He coiled around her retreating tongue, grinding against it in a kiss so violent and one-sided she couldn’t regain her senses.

 

Pulled tightly against him, their lower stomachs pressed flush. Despite ejaculating, his erection remained swollen and hard, jabbing into her upper abdomen.

 

As their tongues tangled, their positions reversed—he now pinned her beneath him on the couch.

 

Crushed between the sofa and his unyielding body, she struggled to breathe under his weight.

 

Only after ravenously licking the semen from her lips did he release her. Noticing Seol-ah’s dazed expression—shocked from her first experience sucking a man’s cock and swallowing semen—he stifled a chuckle against her shoulder.

 

“What’s so funny…? You forced me to swallow!”

 

“Better to swallow something than starve, no?”

 

His shamelessness was beyond imagination.

 

“It tasted awful.”

 

“You’ll beg for more later.”

 

Seol-ah narrowed her eyes incredulously. Unfazed, Seo Tae-shin licked her shoulder and slid his fingers down. Hooking the lace of her bra, he tugged it down, releasing her full breasts. His ash-gray pupils, sharpened by arousal, glinted darkly.

 

“So frail, yet all your weight’s here? Must be heavy.”

 

Says the one with an even heavier thing straining his groin. His cock, still erect and dripping pre-cum, glistened lewdly with remnants of semen. The swollen red glans jabbed insistently below her sternum.

 

Lost in its throbbing urgency, she barely registered his hand seizing her breast.

 

“Ugh…!”

 

His grip was merciless. Fingers dug into tender flesh, distorting its shape. He alternated between tormenting her breasts and biting her neck, suction leaving loud pops as he pulled away.

 

Seol-ah considered protesting the marks but stayed silent. Who’d even see them? Hefting her breasts, he remarked, “Wasting these by starving? Such a pity.”

 

“I’ll manage my own breasts.”

 

“Want me to take care of them?”

 

Seol-ah stared up at him.

 

“You brought me here for this from the start, didn’t you?”

 

“Took you long enough to understand.”

 

His snake-like hand slid down her flat stomach. Her loose shorts slipped off easily. Yang Chi-wook had filled her wardrobe after her move to the officetel, but even clothes that once fit now hung loosely.

 

Seo Tae-shin swiftly stripped her, exposing her underwear. He brushed a finger over her exposed vulva.

 

Despite rough movements, his touch was teasingly soft, checking her wetness.

 

“I want to savor every part… but I’m impatient. I’ll skip one step.”

 

He pressed his throbbing cock against her thighs. The glans, smeared with fluid, nudged her urethra. The raw sensation of skin-on-skin contact was obscenely vivid.

 

“What about a condom?”

 

“Got one?”

 

Seol-ah’s obviously not look earned only a shrug. He showed no intention of withdrawing, his cock poised at her entrance.