Beast, Blue Blood - Chapter 96 - R19

Chapter 96

Si-woo grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and turned around. Walking past the kitchen island, he was still slightly sweaty and completely n*ked. The soft, warm light of the room illuminated his steps as he entered the bedroom, where Ha-yeon lay beneath the billowy blankets, her breath coming in soft gasps.

The gentle glow from the lights caressed her body, her skin looking delicate and soft, like a sculpture a master artist might adore, reminiscent of Pygmalion’s love for Galatea. Between her legs, a glistening sheen remained.

Si-woo placed the water bottle on the bedside table and softly turned her over, his hands tender on her shoulder. Ha-yeon’s eyes, still glazed with the remnants of heat, met his gaze. Si-woo kissed her, parting her legs and easing himself inside once more. Ha-yeon let out a faint moan as she welcomed him back into her body.

The same warm light that once traced her figure now bathed the man’s body as he moved between her legs. Their breaths mingled in the close space between them.

“I thought you were going to give me some water.”

Ha-yeon whispered, her breath shallow.

Without a word, Si-woo reached for the water bottle, took a sip, and leaned in to kiss her, pa$sing the water from his mouth to hers. She swallowed it like a hungry little bird, and as soon as the water ended, their tongues intertwined. Si-woo moved slowly, his hips shifting as the sheets rustled beneath them. Ha-yeon arched her neck, a sob escaping her throat.

“You’re still so soft.”

Si-woo murmured under his breath.

“It’s because you keep doing it…”

Ha-yeon mumbled, her voice weak.

“I told you to keep going, but… not like this…”

Now, Si-woo had no hesitation left. Whatever doubts he had before had vanished the moment he held her in his arms. He sat up, pulled her onto her stomach, and entered her from behind.

“A-ah!”

Ha-yeon gasped, her body pliant, her movements feline in their grace. It was as if she belonged to a different species—exotic, beautiful, and astonishing. Watching her struggle to accept him from behind, Si-woo couldn’t help but find her irresistibly adorable. He grabbed her slender waist, pushing deeper into her.

“You’re so cute, my lady.”

He said softly.

Ha-yeon, bracing herself with her hands on the bed, seemed to want to look back at him, confused by his words.

“How could this be… cute?”

She asked, her voice strained.

“Especially here.”

Si-woo replied, running his fingers over where they were joined, causing her face to flush crimson.

“Don’t… look at me there.”

She murmured, embarra$sed.

Just then, Si-woo thrust deeper, making her cry out. Ha-yeon, overwhelmed, curled up, her body trembling.

“Don’t… don’t do that… It feels too strange…”

Si-woo, noticing how her body writhed with every touch, relentlessly pressed into that sensitive spot that made her hips jerk away from him.

“N-no… Stop…! Uh, don’t…!”

Her voice, now trembling, began to sound sweet, almost helpless. Si-woo held her narrow waist tightly, continuing his movements.

“Aah… No… Stop…”

As Ha-yeon’s body opened up to him, he pushed deeper still, her body and voice seeming to turn a shade of pink, flushed with the intensity of the moment. The sight was so mesmerizing that Si-woo couldn’t look away, completely entranced by her.

Together, they rode the waves of their shared rhythm, with Si-woo’s overpowering surge overwhelming her. Ha-yeon arched her back, crying out as he held her tightly, his body trembling as he gave everything he had to her.

In the end, Ha-yeon collapsed, utterly spent. Si-woo kissed her back several times before turning her over and pressing his lips to hers once again. She lay beneath him, buried in the soft, plush bed, trying her best to return his kiss.

“Can’t… breathe…”

She gasped.

But Si-woo couldn’t get enough, swallowing up every breath she took, as if he were addicted to her very existence.

“You’re so hot.”

Ha-yeon panted.

“You’re burning up…”

Si-woo finally let her go and lay down beside her.

“Are you okay?”

He asked gently.

“Yes…”

Ha-yeon barely managed to respond, catching her breath. After a few moments, she turned to him with a subtle question.

“Wasn’t it just me who enjoyed all of that…?”

“Don’t joke like that.”

Si-woo’s gaze was serious as he tenderly caressed her cheek.

Ha-yeon watched him, his touch filled with such care, and made a decision. Determined, she sat up.

“I’ll do something for you too.”

She said softly.

Before Si-woo could stop her, Ha-yeon began to move down his body, but Si-woo quickly reached out and held her back.

“You don’t have to do that…”

Ha-yeon brushed his hand off her shoulder and lowered her head further.

“I’m going to.”

“Miss…”

“Quiet. I said I’ll do it.”

As her actions became more a$sured, Si-woo couldn’t suppress a groan, swallowing hard as her movements took him by surprise.

Suddenly, something clicked in his mind, and Si-woo looked at her, suspicion crossing his face.

“Could it be…?”

There was something oddly familiar about this moment, as though this wasn’t the first time. Ha-yeon, still preoccupied, looked up at him with mischief in her eyes and released him from her mouth.

“Do you rem*mber now?”

Si-woo was dumbfounded.

“So that night really…?”

With a playful and innocent smile, Ha-yeon confirmed what he suspected, recounting the events of that night.

* * *

“Sleep well.”

Ha-yeon whispered, leaving a sleeping Si-woo behind as she headed for the shower. After a quick rinse, she returned, crawled under the covers, and nestled into Si-woo’s embrace. As she closed her eyes, his soft, even breathing seemed to wrap around her, bringing a deep sense of comfort.

‘Oh, I should undress him.’

She suddenly rem*mbered.

Just as she was about to get up, something firm brushed against her thigh. Startled, Ha-yeon glanced at Si-woo’s face. Although he was unconscious, it seemed his body hadn’t fully calmed down.

If there was one thing Ha-yeon couldn’t resist, it was curiosity.

She hesitated for a moment, then gently touched him. Si-woo didn’t stir, having pa$sed out completely.

Does this count as hara$sment? She wondered, though technically it would, if it weren’t consensual. Still, if he woke up and accused her, she figured she’d deal with the consequences.

Summoning more courage, she placed her hand fully over him, marveling at the situation.

“How is cross-dressing even possible with this…?”

She muttered in disbelief, amazed at the sheer size. Before she knew it, her curiosity overtook her, and she continued to explore, Si-woo’s body reacting with a slight shudder.

“Mmm…”

Si-woo let out a quiet groan, his body shifting slightly toward her.

“Miss…”

He murmured, his feverish, flushed face looking even more enticing against his pale skin.

Despite being unconscious, he was calling for her, clearly aware of who he belonged to on some subconscious level. The slightly open shirt revealed his firm chest and hardened n*pples, which had darkened. Feeling a surge of heat in her own body, Ha-yeon’s shoulders trembled involuntarily.

In frustration, she ruffled her own hair.

“Damn it, how am I supposed to resist this?”

She glanced at him again. His large hands lay limply by his sides.

No, there was no way she could hold back now.

‘You think I’ll resist?’

Roughly undoing his belt, she suddenly felt a soft touch on her cheek. Freezing, she looked up and found Si-woo, his eyes barely open, gazing down at her.

Si-woo’s hand, which had been gently caressing her cheek, suddenly took on a more sensual touch, slipping between her lips and stirring her tongue as though mixing a thick l*quid. The soft, w*t sound echoed in the quiet room. Ha-yeon playfully wrapped her tongue around his fingers, sucking on them deliberately.

Soon, Si-woo withdrew his fingers and, gripping her chin lightly, guided her toward him. His gaze had grown hazy, his mind seemingly disconnected from reality. Earlier, when he still had his wits about him, he had resisted, but now, with only primal instincts remaining, there was no hesitation.

Ha-yeon closed her eyes, welcoming him deeply, even though her mouth felt full to the point of discomfort. Yet, instead of feeling any aversion, she found satisfaction in seeing the dazed pl*asure in Si-woo’s eyes as she sucked on him with increased intensity.

* * *

After hearing Ha-yeon’s recount of the events, Si-woo sat in disbelief, one hand clutching the blanket over his lower half, while the other covered his forehead in despair. He was overwhelmed, not sure how to process the fact that she had done all that without him realizing, and now she was casually discussing it as though it were no big deal.

Ha-yeon, noticing his distress, cupped his face gently and made him look at her. Si-woo sighed deeply before speaking.

“I’m sorry… I should never have let you…”

“I liked it.”

She interrupted firmly, her expression sincere.

Ha-yeon added with a playful tone.

“I almost went all the way, but I didn’t want my first time to happen like that.”

Si-woo, still processing everything, shook his head in disbelief. It was clear to him that she wasn’t talking about his first time, but her own.

“Don’t worry, I won’t report you for hara$sment, as long as you treat me well.”

Then, with that cheeky smile, Ha-yeon threw the blanket aside and lowered her head once again. Si-woo, realizing what was about to happen, leaned back and groaned. At that moment, he realized the door that had opened in front of him earlier was indeed the gateway to heaven.

* * *

Lowell took her seat. Across from her, a man in a sharp suit sat on a plush sofa.

“What do you want? Name it, and I’ll make it happen.”

He was the one Hisha had referred to as the IRS agent.

“There’s only one thing I want, no matter what it is.”

His red eyes gleamed with amus*ment as he added.

“Even if it’s eternal life.”

Lowell pondered for a moment before raising her head and speaking decisively.

“I want the largest sum you can imagine, completely untraceable.”

The man’s red eyes sparkled with intrigue.

“Interesting. I didn’t expect you to ask for money.”

“I’m practical.”

Lowell replied, her tone contemplative.

“I’ve seen what happens to people who chase after the Luax virus.”

She seemed deep in thought as she continued.

“And I know better than anyone what Luax truly is.”

With a nonchalant shrug, Lowell added.

“Sure, eternal youth and life sound great. But all of those things come at a cost—whether it’s family, emotions, or…”

She glanced between the man’s legs, gesturing subtly.

“Even s*xual capability.”

The man, however, maintained his amused expression.

“There aren’t many Luax who ended peacefully, are there?”

Lowell smirked.

“It’s almost like they’re cursed.”

* * *

Ha-yeon awoke slowly, realizing Si-woo was no longer beside her. She could hear faint sounds coming from outside the room. After taking a moment to fully wake up, she got out of bed and wandered into the living room, where Si-woo sat at his computer, illuminated by the soft glow of the desk lamp.

“Si-woo.”

He turned to look at her.

“You’re awake?”

Ha-yeon walked up behind him, resting her hands on his shoulders before leaning down to give him a gentle kiss. Then, without hesitation, she moved around and settled naturally on his lap.

“Didn’t you sleep?”