Beast, Blue Blood - Chapter 95 - R19

Chapter 95

“How long are you going to live like this?”

She asked again.  

“When are you going to stop putting things off? Look at you, six hundred years have pa$sed, and has your life even begun?”  

With that, Ha-yeon pulled Si-woo up onto the sofa and, without any hesitation, climbed onto his lap, spreading her legs.  

Instinctively, Si-woo placed his hands on her waist, leaving him speechless. Her white br*asts, wrapped in a bright red bra, were right before his eyes, impossible to ignore.  

Ha-yeon glanced downward.  

“You’re reacting.”  

“It’s because you’re dressed like this.”

Si-woo whispered. At that moment, his patience could rival that of a deity.  

Ha-yeon cupped Si-woo’s face, making him look at her as she spoke.  

“I’m not a child anymore, and this isn’t just out of a fleeting curiosity. And who’s telling you not to work? Go ahead, work as much as you want. Solve the problems you need to, and work hard. But who says you can’t love at the same time?”  

It was bound to lead to danger. Changwon-gun wouldn’t leave alone someone Si-woo loved.  

If Changwon-gun targeted Ha-yeon or did anything to harm her… the mere thought made Si-woo’s blood boil.  

“Didn’t you say you were going to stop?”  

At his words, Ha-yeon pressed her body closer, fully aware of the influence she had over Si-woo.  

“But you’re ar*used by me.”  

Si-woo frowned slightly.  

“That kind of word…”  

“Alright.”  

Ha-yeon cut him off as if she didn’t want to argue.  

“Then let’s say I made the first move.”  

She cupped his face, and with lips that didn’t quite match the intensity of the moment, sweetly whispered,  

“I like you. I want to be with you. So much that it makes my head spin.”  

Loving Ha-yeon was instinctive. He had no strength left to resist.  

At that moment, Si-woo experienced something strange. Though he hadn’t intended to move, as if guided by someone else, his hand reached up to brush Ha-yeon’s hair from her shoulder. Then, he lightly kissed her rounded shoulder. Ha-yeon responded with a soft moan.  

Si-woo caressed her smooth back with his palm, his lips tracing up her neck and breathing gently under her ear.  

Her body curved like a reed beneath his touch, and her tender movements were unbearably lovely. Her breaths grew hotter, and even that was beautiful—soft and fragrant.  

As if mesmerized, Si-woo’s lips slid down her neck, gliding over the curve of her chest. Her swelling br*asts beckoned him.  

The sensation of Si-woo’s lips sliding over her skin felt far more intense than Ha-yeon had expected, and it surprised her.  

Without lifting his lips, Si-woo murmured.

“I rem*mber when you were younger.”  

Ha-yeon pulled back slightly, meeting his gaze. Through her tousled hair, her dark brown eyes gleamed with a languid smile.  

“So, do I still look young to you?”

* * *

Ha-yeon sighed. Si-woo still stared at her, seemingly frozen in place.  

“Fine, take a break.”  

She was about to lower her legs when suddenly he pulled down her bra and bit into her exposed br*ast.  

“Hah…!”  

Pain and pl*asure shot through her, making her arch her back and moan. His hand, which had slid down to her stomach, now boldly slipped into her panties, finding the w*t, swollen spot.  

Ha-yeon flinched and tilted her head back. Si-woo’s lips trailed up her neck, giving a long lick. His hand moved below, making slick, w*t sounds without hesitation.  

“Huh… ha…”  

“You’re so w*t, miss…”  

Si-woo whispered in her ear, biting and licking it, his hot breath mixing with his words. Ha-yeon gripped his shoulders tightly, her body trembling.  

“You… you have to turn the blinker on before… you change lanes…”

Ignoring her protest, Si-woo slid his fingers deeper between her soft petals.  

“So soft.”  

He bit down on her n*pple, causing Ha-yeon to flinch. Then, as if to soothe her, he gently licked and sucked it.  

Ha-yeon, her eyes flushed with heat, glared at him.  

“You’re so skilled it’s infuriating.”  

“I’m six hundred years old, you know.”

Si-woo replied, his tone casual, as he cradled the back of her head and kissed her, his hands still moving below. Though she tried to keep up with him, Ha-yeon’s head began to spin. Despite her determination, her lack of experience made her breath go faster and faster. Their tongues and saliva mixed without restraint.  

The way he handled her now was nothing like before. His touch, once cautious like an amateur restorer handling a precious work of art, had become bold, even a bit rough.  

“Mmm, ah…”  

Ha-yeon clung to Si-woo, her body trembling. Waves of sensations she’d never felt before crashed over her, making it impossible to maintain her composure. While rubbing against him had felt incredible before, this dizziness was entirely new. It was as if he had flipped some switch inside her.  

As his hand continued to move, the w*t sounds grew thicker, more viscous.  

Si-woo licked her ear and asked.

“Should I stop?”  

It was as if he were testing her.  

Suddenly, Ha-yeon pulled away and grabbed him by the collar, yanking him close.  

“Can you stop?”  

It was the kind of question that if he said yes, she might just kill him.  

Before she could say anything more, Si-woo kissed her, forcefully crossing the final line and advancing without hesitation.  

He no longer held back. The man who had tried so hard to push her away moments ago was gone, replaced by someone skilled and unrestrained, pulling down her panties and tossing them aside.  

Between her pale thighs, a thick patch of dark brown hair covered the mound. Like a soft chestnut shell, he stroked it again, and Ha-yeon muttered breathlessly.  

“Don’t look at me like that.”  

Si-woo looked up at her. The red in his eyes deepened, shifting to a dark violet hue, almost like the heavy color of wine.  

Or perhaps it was more like the color of blood itself.  

“That look… like you find me adorable…”  

“Because you are adorable.”  

With that, Si-woo lifted her thighs with both hands and lowered his head. He slid his tongue between the parted folds, and Ha-yeon jolted, tilting her head back.  

“You’re all adorable.”  

His voice disappeared into her.  

Strangely enough, Ha-yeon did feel somewhat cute in that moment, like a small, startled animal under his tongue. As he rubbed and rea$sured her, telling her it was alright, she began to relax and melt into his touch.  

“I shouldn’t be cute. I should be… s*xy or something… Ah!”  

Si-woo hit a spot, making Ha-yeon tremble again. He spread her open a little more, finding the place that made her feel the most.  

“Does this feel good?”  

“No, no…”  

Ha-yeon responded reflexively, only to jolt once more, her mouth slightly open, unable to continue speaking.  

“Stop… it.”

She finally managed to say. But, of course, Si-woo didn’t stop.  

He sucked on the sensitive spot as if he were drinking blood. The mixture of fear and pl*asure left Ha-yeon utterly confused, unable to tell if she was even breathing properly.  

At that moment, Ha-yeon pushed Si-woo away with her foot against his shoulder. Si-woo looked up at her, and she, panting and trembling, stammered.

“It’s my first time, and I don’t like doing it… with your mouth.”  

Si-woo gently held the foot pressing against his shoulder, kissed the top of it, and whispered.

“That’s exactly why. The first time needs to be done carefully so you don’t get hurt.”  

Ha-yeon stared at him as if he had just said something completely bewildering.

“Have you ever… slept with another woman for the first time?”

Ha-yeon asked, her voice laced with suspicion.

Si-woo remained silent, avoiding her gaze. Ha-yeon, now genuinely furious, muttered through clenched teeth.

“I’ll kill you.”

“Please don’t kill me.”

Si-woo replied softly as he grabbed her waist, pulling her down towards him. She slid down, and he positioned himself between her legs, leaning in for another kiss.

As they kissed breathlessly, Ha-yeon pulled his shirt over his head, his tousled hair falling over his burning red eyes. His pale, strong body loomed over her, and she could feel something hard between her w*t thighs. Without warning, Si-woo thrust inside her.

“Ah…!”

Ha-yeon gasped, her mouth open as a mix of surprise and moans escaped her. Si-woo too held his breath, stifling his own sounds.

Having crossed a point of no return, Si-woo felt no hesitation as he entered her. But in that instant, as he felt her warmth envelop him, he realized a truth: he could never be with another woman again—only her.

Yet Si-woo remained still, not moving, prompting Ha-yeon to ask.

“Why… aren’t you moving?”

“I’m waiting. For you to adjust.”

“I… I’ve adjusted. Move.”

Slowly, Si-woo withdrew, but as soon as he did, Ha-yeon hurriedly grasped onto him.

“W-wait.”

She stammered.

“Does it hurt?”

Si-woo asked, his concern evident.

Ha-yeon shook her head.

“I don’t know… It’s just… my scalp is tingling…”

Si-woo’s heart ached with an overwhelming affection for her. Ha-yeon, who was never what anyone would call “cute,” was now so endearingly vulnerable in a way that made him almost unable to bear it. Unable to hold back any longer, Si-woo gripped her waist and began to move. With each thrust, their wet bodies collided, creating a rhythmic slapping sound. Ha-yeon’s voice spilled out uncontrollably.

“Mm… ugh…! It’s too… strange…!”

Despite her words, Ha-yeon didn’t pull away, her body instead embracing him as if she were paving a path for him to follow. She began to pull him in more with each movement, her body responding to his rhythm. Each time he slid inside, it felt as if her body was becoming more and more accustomed to him, slick and welcoming. She could hardly believe it herself—there was no pain, only a sense of overwhelming pl*asure.

Si-woo furrowed his brow, trying to summon all his patience.

Ha-yeon could tell that Si-woo was still holding onto some thread of control, though he had stopped hesitating. It was as if he was still trying to be mindful of her, and this frustrated her. Tightening her legs around his waist, she squeezed him so tightly that Si-woo stopped moving, caught off guard.

Ha-yeon kissed him, her body burning with sensations she could no longer ignore. She squeezed him from deep within, feeling her abdomen twitch and contract around him.

“Si-woo.”

She whispered breathlessly, after gently biting his lip, her voice full of both command and need.

She took his hand, guiding it from her chest down to her belly, lower, until it rested where their bodies connected.

“You’re inside me.”

She whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

His crimson eyes darkened, their intensity growing almost dangerously.