Chapter 60
Then, she finally took a step toward him. Her face looked as if she wanted to flee at any moment.
Her small, white feet appeared and disappeared beneath the hem of the robe that covered her ankles. With every hesitant step, the darkness that shrouded the woman began to recede.
The silhouette of her legs appearing and vanishing beneath the smooth fabric; her hair spilling down to her waist; her hands clenched so tightly that the bones on the back of them protruded; her arms shielding her front. Finally, when his gaze reached her white nape and her bowed face—
Oscar realized that the thick darkness had been this woman’s final bastion.
And yet, here she was, despite being this terrified.
“You really seem to want to play with me, don’t you?”
The woman flinched at the mockery in his voice.
The sight made him laugh. As he let out a low, chilling chuckle—even to his own ears—the look on her pitiful face became even more worth seeing.
“If you want to play, you shouldn’t just stand there like that.”
Her red lips parted slightly. He could see her downward-cast eyes blinking anxiously. But when he noticed her hands trembling violently as they desperately gripped the front of her robe, the hollow laughter evaporated and vanished.
His mood, which he thought couldn’t sink any lower, plummeted.
A violent urge to stir her insides surged up like a wildfire caught in the wind. It felt as if molten iron from a furnace was flowing backward, melting his very entrails.
Oscar reached out with his free hand and grabbed her trembling hand.
The hand he caught was pulled toward him with pathetic ease. As he did, the lapels she had been holding gaped open. Pale with fright, she used her other hand to frantically clutch the opening and spoke urgently.
“I—I’ll do… whatever you tell me to do.”
“…….”
“I’ll do it myself.”
Oscar’s lips twisted cruelly.
Anyone watching would think he was ravishing her.
“Is that so?”
The tears pooling in her wide eyes finally spilled over.
“Yes.”
I haven’t even done anything yet, and she’s crying. It makes me want to give her something to really be horrified about.
“Sit.”
Her tear-streaked gaze wandered aimlessly before landing on the spot beside him.
Oscar sneered at her bitingly.
“Are you planning to sit there and have tea with me?”
“Then… where….”
If I told you, would you actually sit there?
Oscar suddenly yanked the hand he was holding.
Her large eyes flew wide, and her small body was pulled in helplessly.
No, she tumbled into him.
First came the scent of her damp hair, and then her body. Unable to let go of her robe out of some pathetic lingering shred of dignity, the woman collapsed completely on top of him.
He felt her entire body stiffen the moment they touched. She immediately began to struggle to get up, yet she fumbled, unable to release her grip on the front of her robe.
If there was one thing he liked, it was that she didn’t make a sound.
Oscar smiled languidly and took one last drag of his cigar. He reached out, crushed the ember into the ashtray, and then gripped her waist with both hands.
Her body was as light as her waist was slender. Oscar lifted her until her tucked knees cleared the air between his legs, then used his own knee to part hers. The trapped woman’s eyes shook violently.
“Open up.”
Part of him wanted to see her spread her legs herself, but his lust, which had reached its limit, took precedence. Oscar used his right leg to push her left leg aside, and his left to push her right, moving in between them.
“Ah…!”
Like the key that had appeared so easily that night, everything about this woman was easy. He felt the effort in her thighs as she tried to close her parted legs. It was futile; all it did was make her robe fall open further, and since her feet couldn’t reach the floor, she only lost her balance. She swayed, barely managing to brace one hand against his chest. Her weight pressed against him, centered on that single palm.
Oscar found himself holding his breath.
His reason made one final, desperate struggle.
What on earth is this?
Why am I acting like such a fool over something like this?
But the victor was the world of the raw, red beast. Her brown eyes, filled with misery, and her swollen lips pushed aside morality, ethics, and rules.
Oscar abandoned all resistance.
He accepted the overflowing lust in its entirety.
“I told you, didn’t I? If you’re going to do this, do it properly. And if you’re acting out of ignorance, then you’d better be careful.”
Her struggling ceased at his sharp, syllable-by-syllable reprimand.
True to her virtue of silence, the woman only blinked and parted her lips. In the end, she said nothing.
Beyond the eyes he met at such close range, it felt as if he could see the things she had been desperately clinging to finally crumbling.
What do people call that? Honor? Chastity?
Whatever it was, it had nothing to do with Oscar himself.
Finally, her trembling eyes went dark and vacant before she closed them. As if she had resigned herself to everything.
“…….”
“…….”
A fishy smile played on Oscar’s lips.
She had made the night he intended to drown in alcohol utterly loathsome, and now she was playing the martyr? It wasn’t even funny.
“You have a real talent for ruining the mood.”
The moment her tightly shut eyes opened again, Oscar moved his fingertips without hesitation. He felt skin as dry as her lips beneath his touch, and simultaneously heard the sharp intake of her breath.
Oscar felt his entire world shrink down to the size of this woman, who was barely half his size.
His senses were focused on his fingertips, and his gaze was fixed on her face above him; even time and space were forgotten.
The woman made no sound. She didn’t cry, and she didn’t tell him to stop. She simply remained still before closing her eyes. Soon, she opened them again and stared at the ceiling. She still held the front of her robe, her other hand still pressing against his chest.
However, just as all his senses were concentrated in his fingertips, there was no doubt that hers were concentrated below. He could feel her breathing change with the movement of his fingers.
It was a very subtle change. Yet, like a feather lightly tickling the skin, that subtle shift made his insides boil.
“Ruining the mood… grating on my every nerve.”
Oscar raised his idle left hand. He cupped the cheek of the woman who was stubbornly staring at the ceiling and drew her vacant, unfocused eyes back to his.
Why bother looking into her eyes? Why am I playing around with my hands instead of just burying this surging lust inside her?
The passing thoughts vanished like fragments, leaving no meaning behind.
The breath rising from his throat felt like the heat of a furnace. As if it had scorched his throat and cooked his brain, even the briefest flicker of skepticism evaporated completely.
Only the desire to completely swallow the woman before him remained, surging again and again.
Then, why not just swallow her?
Like a demon from the abyss, Oscar consumed her in an instant. Pulling his body away from the back of the sofa, he wrapped both arms around her back. Pressing his lips against hers—the woman caught without a chance to escape—was a raw, primal act that bypassed all thought.
Caught like prey, she gasped for air against his mouth and exhaled clumsily. Her breath mingled with his, seeping into his lungs that felt only parched and smoky.
Oscar acted like a man trying to draw breath from her very depths.
He felt her push against his chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She writhed her body, then pushed at his shoulders with both hands; amidst her gasps, he thought he heard a sob.
An unquenched thirst scratched at the back of his throat with irritating persistence. Like a predator interrupted during a hunt, Oscar broke the kiss, his eyes narrowing.
Through her disheveled black bangs, he saw her completely shattered face. Her face was flushed crimson, and she was preoccupied with catching her ragged breath.
She was so dazed that she didn’t even seem to realize she had let go of the robe she had been clutching as if it were her life.
His gaze slid downward.
He saw her slender body, the delicate collarbones stretching from neck to shoulder particularly prominent. His gaze traveled to the gentle curves of her breasts. At the tip of those modest swells lay a pink peak that matched the color of her lips.
He felt the beast, its hunger and thirst still unslaked, baring its teeth as it took step after step toward its goal.
Oscar let out a languid laugh and looked up.
The heaving breaths, the clumsy hands trying to catch the open robe. He had said she was a poor excuse for a courtesan, but perhaps she was the most intelligent one of all.
The hot breath rising through his throat finally felt as if it had caught fire. Oscar pulled her slender body toward him with force.
As her legs were lifted and folded over the sofa so her knees pressed against the backrest, the berry-like peaks of her breasts rose toward his lips.
The distance between them closed so abruptly he could see the goosebumps rising on her skin.
Oscar laughed low.
Just as my night has become loathsome, your night shall be miserable.
Oscar pulled his lips away. And he realized. Even if he wanted to turn back, it was too late. There was no going back.
A tingling sensation, so intense it made his vision go dark, spread through his entire body in an instant. The feast of pleasure racing from head to toe was damnably good. The way her body felt as if it would snap him off, her beautifully swollen breasts, the small sounds of her breath that escaped despite her efforts to hold them back—it was all driving him mad.
With one hand gripping the armrest and the other tightly clutching her waist, Oscar closed his eyes for a moment and let out a deep breath.
There was no way to tell who the savage curse he muttered was directed at.
Finally, ending his string of oaths, Oscar moved the hand from the armrest to her waist. He braced himself and began to drive into her like a stallion.
Oscar stared down at the woman who seemed to be molded from his own lust. At the moment a terrifying impulse rose to drown her clear face in his desire, he felt his sordid lust surge through the narrow passage.
The world distorted. Within that warped reality, he vented that base desire.
“Ugh….”
A dark, cold room where a single dim light was all that remained.
The heavy breathing of the master of the house, who had sated his lust, and the stranger, who had been subjected to it, continued for a long time in their own separate rhythms.
