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Drops of blood splatter across Sayeon’s cheek, and she wipes them away with her thumb, gathering a little and studying it with a thoughtful look as she rubs it between her fingers.
Another target eliminated.
The corner of her lips curls as the thought crosses her mind. She walks over the corpses without care, stepping on one of their hands. Her attention is focused on the scene in front of her: Ryujin torturing one of the targets. A surge of proud hits Sayeon at the sight. Ryujin’s violence had always been something she longed to witness, and now it happened more often than years ago, when they wore blue ties and that side of her was suppressed.
A pity they don’t spend as much time together as they used to.
A lot had changed over the past few years—things Sayeon never imagined would happen. Starting with the fact that Ryujin had stayed in the Aberrants Corps longer than she ever expected, and at her side, as an ally and partner. Unlike Min, who defected and joined the Crimson Society—the Samin. Her fingers tighten around the gun as memories of those events hit her, but the fire of resentment is doused with a bucket of cold water when she remembers that Iseul is no longer there either.
Because of her.
That old pain, the one she often ignores, throbs sharply and crawls across Sayeon’s skin, settling right in the middle of her chest.
She couldn’t forget even when she was sleeping. She always woke up in the middle of the night after being haunted by brown eyes that, in those moments, looked so much like Jaeil’s, asking her, “Why, Sayeon?”
Because of the constant nightmares, she resorted to self-destructive methods. She knew it, and had Jaeil’s ghost to remind her whenever she reached the seventy-two-hour mark without sleep. On other days, she turned to alcohol, drinking until she forgot her own name, and curiously waking up in her room with a note telling her to take it easy—which Sayeon obviously threw in the trash before repeating the behavior in the following days. She even tried cigarettes, smoking a whole pack in one day. She understood why Ryujin never gave them up.
Violence also became a great way to release the guilt. It was surprising how easy it was for Sayeon to let that side of herself loose. The sensation that came with every blow, every stab, every shot that hit its target was exhilarating and gratifying—especially when it was justified. They deserved that violence against them; if they didn’t want to be treated that way, they shouldn’t have committed those crimes. She was there to make the world more just, and if achieving that meant killing, Sayeon would kill without thinking twice.
The blood on her hands could be washed away with a shower, unlike that guilt that was like a stain on her soul. So killing became something natural, as if it were part of her nature.
As if she were just like them—
Sayeon’s attention shifts to the man’s screams as he begs Ryujin for mercy. From where she stands, she can only see Ryujin’s back; she doesn’t know what kind of expression she’s making or what she’s feeling at the moment. Well, Sayeon concludes she must be enjoying it if the way the target looks disfigured is any indication.
The screams grow louder when Ryujin cuts off another finger, and it makes Sayeon’s skin crawl in a bad way. Not because she feels sorry for him, but because Ryujin should have killed him minutes ago. They both knew he wouldn’t open his mouth, and if the target doesn’t talk, his fate is death. She just wants him to shut up already.
But of course he doesn’t. So Sayeon, without hesitation, points the gun at his mouth and fires, hitting the target dead on. She hears Ryujin curse and the sound of the body falling. She looks at the scene without expression, seeing that her partner’s face is smeared with bright red blood.
And Sayeon thinks she has never looked more beautiful than she does now.
Red has always suited Ryujin well.
Sayeon tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and approaches calmly, ignoring the deadly look Ryujin gives her when she stops in front of her.
“I gave you a little help.”
“Fuck it, Glasses. I wanted to make that bastard suffer more,” Ryujin says, sounding restless but unconcerned about having her face smeared with blood.
Sayeon looks at the body on the floor and then back at Ryujin. “It looks like he suffered enough.”
This time she doesn’t argue back, but there’s something in Ryujin’s eyes that burns like fire when she looks at Sayeon. Something she knows exactly what it is, but the adrenaline pulsing through her veins makes her hold back to see how far Ryujin will go with it. Sayeon wants her to say it out loud—that she wants her as much as Sayeon wants her. That these past two weeks have been torturous without her company.
“Well, I guess we did what we came here to do,” she says with practiced indifference, not looking away from Ryujin, who frowns. The expression amuses her. She knows it well. Ryujin used it often when she was questioning why Sayeon hadn’t reacted the way she expected her to.
She smiles and turns away, but she doesn’t manage to take two steps before Ryujin stops her, grabbing her wrist. Sayeon turns back with an innocent expression that earns a huff from the other.
“What is it, Ryujin?”
“Damn it,” she looks away as if fighting with herself over whether she should continue or not. “We’re not done here yet, Lee.”
“No?”
“No! Don’t play dumb,” the grip on her hand tightens, and Sayeon’s skin tingles, craving more of that treatment.
“You’ll have to be more specific than that, Baldie.”
That seems to be the trigger for Ryujin, because in the next moment she pushes Sayeon against the nearest wall, eager hands grabbing at her as she devours her lips with fervor, teeth and lips colliding as if she wants to taste Sayeon raw. Sayeon sighs, her body melting against the wall as she returns the kiss with the same intensity. It had been a while since they had been involved like this, physically. She couldn’t remember when they had crossed that line, but when it came to their involvement, she preferred not to think about it too much. After all, Ryujin hadn’t shown any signs that she wanted to talk about what they were.
A pleased moan slipped from Sayeon’s lips when her lip was bitten. The sting of Ryujin’s sharp teeth sinking in—enough for her to taste iron on her tongue—sent a wave of excitement down between her legs, dampening her underwear. Her hand slid up along Ryujin’s waist, pulling her closer and cupping one of the shorter girl’s breasts in her palm. The reaction was immediate: the moan against Sayeon’s lips and the way her body trembled was sensual.
Ryujin broke the kiss with a quick peck on Sayeon’s chin, trailing a path down to her neck, not holding back at all as she scattered kisses and bites along her skin with the intention of marking it. Sayeon shivered at the sensation, tilting her head as if she were prey offering herself to a predator. That seemed to be the right decision, since Ryujin’s hips rubbed against her thigh.
It was stimulating, the way Ryujin’s eager hands grabbed her by the waist, holding her as if Sayeon might pull away from the contact. She could, of course—but she wouldn’t. Because she was just as turned on as Ryujin in that moment, and only she knew how to satisfy her the right way.
Her fingers sank into the hair at the nape of Ryujin’s neck, tightening with every hickey and bite placed on her skin. The grip tightened further when Ryujin’s hand slipped between her legs, intending to touch her, but was stopped by Sayeon as she pulled her head back.
Ryujin’s lust-clouded and confused look makes Sayeon smile, feeling the sting of the cut on her lip as she does. She licks her lips before speaking. “Let’s take it slow.”
Ryujin’s brow furrows at that, a hint of impatience appearing, but it’s overshadowed when she grabs Sayeon’s tie and pulls her closer.
“Slow? Do you know how turned on I am right now, Glasses?”
The excitement grows in Sayeon at that tone; she has always liked Ryujin’s bossy way. She shrugs and tilts her head to the side. “Yeah, you looked pretty desperate just now.”
Ryujin lets out a disbelieving laugh, tightening her grip on the tie. “And you didn’t?”
“Well, I won’t lie,” her blue eyes drop to Ryujin’s lips. “It’s been a while since I’ve come, but I can control myself pretty well.”
She stares at her for half a second before Ryujin’s hand presses over her pants, right on top of her clit. She trembles at the delicious sensation and the promise of more, but tries to control her reactions.
“That’s not really what your body is showing.”
Sayeon gasps. “It’s just that your desperation is stimulating.”
A mocking smile forms on Ryujin’s lips, and she leans forward, gently kissing Sayeon’s lips as she says in a low tone, “Drop the act, Lee. We both know you’re just as desperate as I am.”
Ryujin’s fingers worked magic, circling with a pleasant pressure that made Sayeon’s hips lift toward them once before she tightened her grip on the back of Ryujin’s neck.
“Really? Then why don’t you show me just how desperate you are to fuck me?”
The movements stop, and Ryujin looks at her as if searching for the answer Sayeon wants her to give. “Shit,” she says when she seems to realize something, and with a smoother voice adds, “What do you want me to do?”
Sayeon’s whole body vibrates at that question and its implications. She pretends to think, gently stroking Ryujin’s hair before remembering what she has in her hands.
“On your knees, Kang.”
Ryujin looks quite confused, but she drops to her knees on the floor, looking up at her. The sight makes Sayeon press her thighs together, growing wetter. She looked so beautiful in that position; waiting eagerly for the next command, yet still with a stubborn frown.
“What else?”
Sayeon points the gun at Ryujin’s cheek, which only makes her more confused. “What the fuck is this, Sayeon?”
“Shh, you don’t want me to leave, do you?”
She stares at her for a long moment, and Sayeon’s smile grows. She knows there’s no chance Ryujin will let her leave.
“No,” she admits with difficulty.
“Good girl,” Sayeon rubs the barrel gently beneath Ryujin’s left eye. Even though she’s wearing a displeased grimace, the gleam in her eyes at the praise gives away that she liked the treatment. “Now show me how much you want me and suck on this,” Sayeon places the barrel of the gun against Ryujin’s lips. Ryujin looks at her strangely, as if judging her, but opens her lips to take in the weight and metallic taste on her tongue.
The pulsing between Sayeon’s legs grows stronger at the sight. She would never get used to the delightful feeling of having Ryujin at her mercy—not because she needed to, but because she wanted to. Ryujin could stand up and walk away to find another woman to deal with her arousal, and Sayeon knew she would succeed at that; she had even caught her with another woman before. It had been an unpleasant experience she didn’t want to repeat, and for that reason she might have found a way to push potential partners away from her—not that Ryujin needed to know that.
Ryujin begins to suck on the gun awkwardly, tasting more of the metallic flavor as she moves her head forward. It’s a little warm from being used earlier, but nothing that hurts her—just a steady warmth that makes her move her tongue to keep it wet. Sayeon finds the effort cute, reaching up to brush a strand of hair aside as she slides the barrel deeper, drawing a sigh from Ryujin.
“Good job, Ryujin,” her fingers rest at the back of her neck, without gripping. “Like that.”
The look Ryujin gives her makes her push deeper, drawing a wet sound that sends shivers through Sayeon. “You have no idea how good you look right now.”
Hands grab Sayeon’s legs in a tight grip as Ryujin tries to take the gun without choking.
“No hands.”
Ryujin lets out a sound of complaint, anger flashing in Lucy’s eyes, but she lowers her hands, letting Sayeon have total control over the situation. And that makes the itch burn even more inside Sayeon, finding Ryujin’s desperation to obey amusing.
“That’s right,” she hummed, pushing just enough for Ryujin’s mouth to be full before stopping the movement. “If you’re a good, you’ll get a reward.”
Ryujin’s eyebrow lifts, searching Sayeon’s face for the truth in those words, and when she realizes it’s serious, something like satisfaction shines in her eyes.
“I wonder what kind of reward you’re going to ask for.” Sayeon closes her fingers in Ryujin’s hair, pulling hard this time. Ryujin’s eyes close at the treatment, completely surrendered to the moment.
She has a guess about what the other will ask for, and just imagining it makes her press her thighs together. Ryujin has always been good at obeying, at pleasing her in these intimate moments. Ryujin is also the only person who can make her comfortable enough to give up that control and put her in her proper place. It’s pleasant to surrender to the other’s rough hands and shut off her thoughts, just feeling every nerve melt with pleasure.
She had slept with other people before, men and women, but none of them were more than a one-night thing. They didn’t have what Ryujin has. Even if they looked somewhat like her, they lacked the years of connection and the understanding of which parts of her body are sensitive—and which ones, if touched a little longer, will bring her to orgasm.
That’s why, now, the anticipation makes her skin spark. Because even though she had been involved with other people, none of them compared to the woman kneeling in front of her.
Sayeon pulls the gun out, and it’s completely wet. Ryujin coughs and wipes her mouth with her wrist, her eyes staring at Sayeon with a visceral hunger that almost makes her moan.
“You did well, Kang,” her fingers loosen their grip. “What do you want as a reward?”
Ryujin laughs, teeth on display and a confidence that’s hard to hide before she says in a rough, decisive tone,
“I want eat you out.”
“Oh?” Sayeon pretends to think for a moment, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “That’s what you want? Well then, ask nicely.”
Ryujin’s expression shifts from pure lust to disbelief, then anger, and finally she sighs. “You crazy bitch.”
“Behave, Baldie, or you won’t be eating me out today,” she says with a wicked smile.
Ryujin curses under her breath and then moves closer, hands sliding up Sayeon’s legs without breaking eye contact. A more submissive approach, though there is still a trace of stubbornness there, and it awakens Sayeon’s cruel side.
“Can I eat you out?” she asks, her cheeks turning red immediately.
“The magic word.” Sayeon tosses the gun aside, the sound echoing loudly through the parking lot as it hits the ground.
Ryujin’s fingers tighten on her hips. “Fuck. Can I, please, eat you out?”
“Much better.” Her hands return to the back of Ryujin’s neck, resting there. “Yes, you may.”
She moves quickly, pulling Sayeon’s pants down her legs and tossing them somewhere to the side, revealing her elegant legs. Ryujin runs her hand over them, feeling how firm they are. She laughs when she sees the impossible-to-ignore stain at the front of Sayeon’s underwear, leaning down to place a soft kiss on her inner thigh.
Sayeon trembles at the contact against her skin, holding Ryujin’s gaze. She feels like she might die if she doesn’t have Ryujin’s lips where she wants them most, but she restrains the urge to guide her there—after all, it’s a reward.
The kisses continue, accompanied by small bites, and Sayeon immediately spreads her legs to give Ryujin more access.
“Fuck,” she curses when she feels Ryujin’s lips move upward, getting very close to her center, kissing just below her navel—but veering away at the last moment.
“Behave, Lee,” she repeats just to provoke, because the next second her lips are beneath the clothed pussy, licking over the fabric of the underwear. One long, slow lick that makes Sayeon shiver at the sensation, her back arching as she presses the lower half of her body even more against Ryujin’s face.
Ryujin’s hands grip Sayeon’s hips, stopping her from moving. “Don’t move,” she says before pulling the cotton underwear aside and stroking Sayeon’s pussy from the wet entrance up to the stiff clit.
The reaction is automatic; Sayeon’s body trembles and she moans, bringing her hand to the purple strands and grabbing a fistful.
Ryujin repeats the movement, only the opposite this time, going from the clit down to the entrance, stimulating it with the tip of her tongue.
“Ryujin—damn it.”
Firm and relentless, Ryujin circles Sayeon’s clit. Her hips move against the tongue, but Ryujin stops her.
“Just a little,” she begs.
That tone does wonders for Ryujin, arousal igniting through her from the inside out. She ignores it. This is her reward. Ryujin digs her nails into the flesh of Sayeon’s hips, and that is answer enough. Sayeon moans in frustration, but doesn’t move again.
Ryujin alternates between slow and quick licks, never taking her eyes off Sayeon’s reactions. The way emotions paint her face is gratifying and stimulating at the same time, encouraging her to put even more effort into pleasing her. Then she slides two fingers into Sayeon’s wet entrance, squeezed by the warm walls as she curls them and begins a rhythm that syncs with her lips.
Sayeon’s thighs tremble, and one of them rests on Ryujin’s shoulder as she speeds up. It becomes hard to breathe, and Ryujin feels her face getting wet, but she ignores it so she can eat Sayeon with more hunger, thrusting deeper into her.
She grabbed another fistful of Ryujin’s hair, pulling without holding back at all. Her breathing is unsteady, and with a harder lick on her clit, Ryujin notices the shine in Sayeon’s eyes—tears. The sight makes her pussy throb. It turns her on like hell.
“Fuck, Ryujin,” the words come out broken, her need obvious. “Just like that… don’t stop.” Sayeon rubs her pussy against Ryujin’s face in a desperate rhythm.
Ryujin could complain and remind her to stay still, but there was nothing more pleasurable to her than knowing Sayeon was enjoying what she was doing. So she let Sayeon use her face however she wanted, trying to keep up with the rhythm she set.
Her fingers are being squeezed tightly, just like her face. Ryujin tongue focuses on the clit, her fingers aiming for the spot that would make all rationality disappear from Sayeon’s mind. She tightens. It won’t take long before she comes.
Ryujin speeds up the rhythm, sucking the clit into her mouth, and that is the trigger for Sayeon.
Sayeon’s back arches, suffocating Ryujin for a few seconds as she trembles around her. Ryujin releases the clit with a soft pop but doesn’t stop fingering her, though at a slower rhythm.
“Do you think you can handle another one?” she asks, feeling Sayeon’s wetness on her face.
“W-why?” Thick tears run down Sayeon’s cheeks, and Ryujin bites her lip hard, tasting iron on her tongue.
“Because I want to come inside you. Can I?”
Sayeon’s whole body warms at that question. Realistically speaking, there was no way for Ryujin to come inside her, but it was a fantasy Ryujin had noticed Sayeon had. As her bed partner, she did everything within her reach to make it happen.
During one of her adventures, Ryujin discovered that her gift was perfect for that. She only had to deactivate it inside Sayeon. Unlike what Ryujin had thought—that the other would feel disgusted because it was blood—it only excited her more.
She should have expected that kind of reaction. After all, she was sleeping with Sayeon Lee, for God’s sake. The thing was, Lee wasn’t the only one who liked it. Ryujin could try to embarrass Sayeon by pointing out how much of a freak she was, but that wouldn’t change the electrifying feeling of having a part of herself inside Sayeon.
The tone in Ryujin’s voice when she asks to come inside her is seductive, and the offer is everything Sayeon wants that night. So she takes a deep breath and nods. “Just do it right, Baldie.”
Ryujin’s smile grows, and she stands up, holding Sayeon by the hips. She activates her essence and, with her own blood, creates a medium-sized strap—one she knows is Sayeon’s preference.
“Front or back?”
“Front,” she wraps her arms around Ryujin’s shoulders, pulling her closer. “I like looking at my puppy’s face while she fucks me.”
The provocation draws a laugh from Ryujin, who grabs both of Sayeon’s legs, lifting her up.
“I like it too,” Ryujin positions the tip against Sayeon’s entrance. “Seeing the look on your face while you’re being fucked.”
“That’s why we’re stuck together—”
Ryujin pushes inside without ceremony, meeting no resistance as she sinks all the way in. Sayeon’s head falls back against the wall, eyes closed as she only feels the stretch. The sensation of being inside Sayeon is peculiar. She can feel the other’s walls tightening around the strap, and it sends a tingling through Ryujin’s veins—as if her creation had connected to all the blood running through them.
“What’s wrong, cat got your tongue?” she teases, starting a slow rhythm, thrusting her hips firmly against Sayeon’s.
Sayeon’s legs tighten around her, pulling her closer, deeper. “Don’t tease me like that.”
Ryujin thrusts deeper, kissing her softly on the lips as she does. She feels Sayeon pull her hair hard—a warning.
“Faster, Kang,” her blue eyes are clouded, full of lust. “Fuck me the same way you hit me.”
One eyebrow arches, but Ryujin follows the command, adjusting her grip on Sayeon’s thighs before her hips drive forward with controlled force. Each thrust is deep—going all the way in and pulling back out so Sayeon can feel the full length. The tightness is delicious and electrifying. Ryujin just wants to go as deep as she can and fill Sayeon with her essence, soaking her from the inside and watching it spill abundantly down her firm legs.
“Yes. J-just like that.”
Ryujin’s free hand slid between them, two fingers massaging Sayeon’s clit in circular motions with the exact right pressure. That pulls a strangled moan from Sayeon, her hips moving toward the strap in search of more.
“More.”
“Greedy,” Ryujin growls with effort.
All rational thought disappeared from Sayeon’s mind. She didn’t think about how loud her voice sounded now or whether someone might catch them. All that mattered in that moment was the feeling of being filled by Ryujin. The pressure low in her belly kept growing, hanging by a thread from bursting.
More tears run down her cheeks, unable to handle the overwhelming stimulation. Sayeon feels Ryujin’s tongue licking them away and reaches orgasm with a cry, her body twisting as pleasure overtakes her, leaving her mind blank. This one is more intense, burning through her from the inside out with relentless tremors.
Ryujin’s breathing falters, a sigh escaping as the tightness around the strap sends tingles through her. Sayeon looks incredibly sexy like this. Ryujin keeps fucking her through the orgasm, slowly, increasing the intensity of the tremors.
“S-sensitive.”
Ryujin pushed all the way in one last time, deactivating the essence. The blood that had been solid immediately turned liquid, filling Sayeon from the inside. Sayeon moaned at the sensation, spiraled eyes lifting to meet the dark blue ones, trying to capture every reaction.
A deep sense of satisfaction spread through Sayeon in that moment, just as she had expected. She struggled to catch her breath, feeling full to the brim with Ryujin’s blood. If she closed her eyes, she could almost imagine that it might even get her pregnant.
Wet lips touch Sayeon’s neck and she shivers at the contact. “I know the kind of shit you’re thinking.”
Sayeon touches the purple strands, letting out a satisfied hum. “Do you really?”
“Some weird shit about me getting you pregnant,” Ryujin’s fingers trace a gentle touch along Sayeon’s thighs.
“Yeah,” she smiled. “I’m already twenty-seven, Kang. It’s the perfect age to be a mother, don’t you think?”
The grimace on Ryujin’s face at that question makes her burst out laughing.
“No fucking way. You’d be the worst mother ever.”
“Really?” Sayeon asks, giving her a few quick pecks. “Does that mean we’d be the worst mothers in the world, then?”
Ryujin melts at the quick kisses and gives up on that silly argument to kiss her properly, whispering against her lips when she pulls away. “Yeah, whatever shit you say.”
Ryujin lets go of Sayeon and grabs her by the waist, hiding her face in the curve of her neck.
“You always get clingy after sex,” Sayeon teases, and Ryujin bites her neck. “Bad puppy.”
“Fuck off.”
Even so, Ryujin doesn’t pull away, leaving soft kisses along her skin.
Sayeon’s chest fills with something warm. They never talk about what they are, but these small moments spark the hope that Ryujin might want something more with her.
Sayeon’s fingers gently scratch at the back of Ryujin’s neck, and the way she melts under the touch makes her heart beat faster.
Sayeon lifts Ryujin’s face, looking into spirals filled with something close to affection. Her chest tightens. “You did well, Ryujin.”
“Mm,” Ryujin blinks, as if her mind is lagging behind before she leans forward to chase Sayeon’s lips.
This kiss is slow, completely unhurried. Less hungry and desperate. It’s more like Sayeon tasting herself on Ryujin’s lips while the latter gives herself over entirely.
Sayeon presses one leg between Ryujin’s, drawing a needy sigh from her that doesn’t take long to turn into movement as she starts rubbing against it.
“That’s it, Ryujin,” she breaks the kiss, one hand settling firmly on her hip, guiding the motions. “You look so pretty like this.”
Ryujin looked at her with dilated pupils and an expression of intense desire. Sayeon swallowed hard, just as affected as the first time they had slept together.
Her fingers moved quickly to remove the blazer, unbuttoning the shirt and revealing the top Ryujin never gave up wearing. Excited, Sayeon worked on undoing Ryujin’s pants, hypnotized by the trail of purple curls that disappeared into her boxer briefs.
Eager lips crashed against hers again, now in a more frantic kiss. Sayeon returned it immediately, addicted to Ryujin’s soft lips.
Sayeon slides one of her hands between her own legs, letting out a sigh against the other’s lips as she touches the wet folds, coating her fingers in red—Ryujin’s blood—before slipping them inside Ryujin’s pants, feeling just how wet she is.
Ryujin moans.
Her hips move toward Sayeon fingers, searching for more contact.
“Sayeon.”
“It’s okay, Ryujin. I’ll take care of you,” she promises with a kiss on Ryujin’s lips before moving her fingers in circular motions, alternating between the clit and the wet folds. She wouldn’t push her fingers inside—she knew that wasn’t really Ryujin’s thing—but the teasing seemed welcome, if the way her fingers grew wetter was any indication.
Ryujin grabbed Sayeon’s shoulders. She felt Ryujin’s moans and sighs directly against her neck, sending shivers down her spine.
“You’re so wet.”
A needy moan escapes, and Ryujin hunts for Sayeon’s lips, pressing her hips toward the fingers. The kiss is a mess—wet and full of teeth.
Ryujin is close, and Sayeon knows it from the way she’s breathing now, how she grips her, and the whiny moans—patterns etched in Sayeon’s mind signaling she’s about to come. It’s cute. It’s sexy. Sayeon wants to overwhelm her with pleasure.
And for that, she focuses entirely on stimulating the clit, using just the right pressure to make Ryujin’s whole body tremble, moaning against her lips as she climaxes.
Sayeon holds her by the waist with her other hand as Ryujin’s knees give out, her body still trembling from the orgasm. She whispers praise and plants soft kisses on Ryujin’s face until the strength in her legs returns.
Her fingers are still on Ryujin’s sensitive area, and Sayeon can feel the contractions beneath them, tempted to move them.
“I need a shower, badly,” Ryujin’s hoarse voice sounds sexy, painting a scenario in Sayeon’s mind: the two of them in the bathroom, Sayeon between Ryujin’s legs, Ryujin behind her, fucking her with the gift—“I’m so damn sticky.”
She was going to make it happen.
“Me too,” Sayeon comments as the cold hits her exposed legs. She’s wet, horny, and also feels something dripping down her thighs. Ryujin’s blood. Thinking about it, it’s practically the same as being drenched in Ryujin’s seed—her pussy pulses at the thought. “What do you think about continuing this at your apartment?”
Her words are accompanied by a flick of her wrist, drawing a hoarse moan from Ryujin. “Fuck. You’re insatiable, Lee.”
Even as she says it, there’s a mischievous little smirk on her lips.
“Yeah. Think you can handle a few more rounds?”
Ryujin looks her squarely in the eyes before whispering, “I hope you can handle the next rounds, Glasses. This time, I won’t go easy on you.”
She pulls her fingers out of Ryujin’s pants, glancing at them before bringing them to her lips and sucking. The taste is a mix of salty and iron. Not so bad, Sayeon thinks. Ryujin glares at her, but the way she squeezed her thighs together betrayed what she was really feeling.
“You’ll have to try harder this time, Baldie,” Sayeon winked. She picked up her pants from the floor and put them on, fixing her hair with the intention of looking presentable. Which was impossible—the blood on her suit and face, along with the manic gleam in her eyes, ruined any attempt at normalcy.
Sayeon turns and walks toward the car.
Ryujin’s expression shifted before she cursed and grabbed her blazer from the ground, throwing it on carelessly, not even remembering to zip up her pants.
“What the hell do you mean by that?”
Sayeon’s laugh echoed through the parking lot, only irritating Ryujin more. The only witnesses to the promiscuous act between the two Aberrants were the disfigured, lifeless bodies scattered on the ground.
Sayeon was grateful Ryujin’s gift had been useful in disabling the cameras, or that spectacle they’d just created would’ve had an audience. A pleasant heat spread across Sayeon’s skin at the thought. She smiled, storing the information for another time.
Amid Ryujin’s complaints, the two got into the car, arguing about the earlier mission while hoping to get to the apartment as quickly as possible to make up for all the time they’d spent apart.
One thing was certain: the night would be long.