Chaotic Nights — Chapter 27. Taste
Translator: Atlas
The steam from the water condensed on the ceiling, then dripped down like cold water. Their lips parted as they felt the cold sensation of the drops.
Her eyes were red. But she didn’t cry. She just stared at him with eyes full of sadness, while he didn’t take his eyes off her lips.
‘Why did I do it? Out of pity? Or was it that I was at the mercy of the whims of someone superior?’
To tell the truth, she felt so afraid that she didn’t even want to resist. She unconsciously obeyed him.
She vividly remembered what happened in the courtesan house. His body covered in blood, the smile of amusement on his face next to the decapitated bodies, the way he looked at the others as if he wanted to decapitate or dismember them too. Her heart beat as fast as if she had a disease, filled with fear for the first time in her life.
“Can I… stand up now?”
Eunha, who had caught her breath, asked. Jihak wiped her s3m3n-stained face with his wet hands.
“You must be angry.”
“No! I’m not angry.”
Each time she shook her head, the thick tears on her eyelashes trembled. Jihak felt satisfied, because she seemed to be holding back.
“But why did your beautiful voice break?”
“Are you really blind?”
“Why do you ask that?”
“I feel like you can see me. What expression do I have?”
“Did you cry?”
“No. It’s just water from the ceiling.”
He smiled in satisfaction. Her n!ppl3s stood out in her soaked clothes.
Eunha got out and began cleaning up the mess in the bathroom. Jihak, who had been silently watching the reflection in the water, stood up.
He set the bowl down in a corner without raising his head because he might hit the ceiling.
Jihak pulled a transparent robe over his body.
Eunha ran to him and grabbed his arm.
“This robe is transparent. Everyone will see you naked…”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“I was worried it would hurt his dignity.”
“Eunha.”
Jihak, he mentioned her name, ran his hand down her body.
“The only word I don’t know is shame.”
Her bre@sts reflected under the damp cloth.
Jihak slowly rubbed her prominent n!ppl3s. Her face turned red when she felt his fingers touch her small cherries.
“Why-why did you kiss me?”
“I wanted to taste what’s mine.”
“I… I am only your servant.”
“So, I can’t taste you?”
“Lord…”
“You seem to have a sweet tooth. It’s unbelievable. I expelled seeds in your face, but you didn’t bother about it. You even seemed to like it.”
Eunha heavily sighed because he gripped her bre@st tightly. She wanted to step back, but a strong arm wrapped around her waist.
Their bodies came into contact. A cold light flickered in the man’s eyes as she lifted her head. The heat started from his feet and quickly rose to his head.
“Release your hold on me.”
“Don’t move.”
He held her tighter.
The fear she felt paralyzed her.
“I’m afraid…”
Chaotic Nights — Chapter 27. Taste
Translator: Atlas
The steam from the water condensed on the ceiling, then dripped down like cold water. Their lips parted as they felt the cold sensation of the drops.
Her eyes were red. But she didn’t cry. She just stared at him with eyes full of sadness, while he didn’t take his eyes off her lips.
‘Why did I do it? Out of pity? Or was it that I was at the mercy of the whims of someone superior?’
To tell the truth, she felt so afraid that she didn’t even want to resist. She unconsciously obeyed him.
She vividly remembered what happened in the courtesan house. His body covered in blood, the smile of amusement on his face next to the decapitated bodies, the way he looked at the others as if he wanted to decapitate or dismember them too. Her heart beat as fast as if she had a disease, filled with fear for the first time in her life.
“Can I… stand up now?”
Eunha, who had caught her breath, asked. Jihak wiped her s3m3n-stained face with his wet hands.
“You must be angry.”
“No! I’m not angry.”
Each time she shook her head, the thick tears on her eyelashes trembled. Jihak felt satisfied, because she seemed to be holding back.
“But why did your beautiful voice break?”
“Are you really blind?”
“Why do you ask that?”
“I feel like you can see me. What expression do I have?”
“Did you cry?”
“No. It’s just water from the ceiling.”
He smiled in satisfaction. Her n!ppl3s stood out in her soaked clothes.
Eunha got out and began cleaning up the mess in the bathroom. Jihak, who had been silently watching the reflection in the water, stood up.
He set the bowl down in a corner without raising his head because he might hit the ceiling.
Jihak pulled a transparent robe over his body.
Eunha ran to him and grabbed his arm.
“This robe is transparent. Everyone will see you naked…”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“I was worried it would hurt his dignity.”
“Eunha.”
Jihak, he mentioned her name, ran his hand down her body.
“The only word I don’t know is shame.”
Her bre@sts reflected under the damp cloth.
Jihak slowly rubbed her prominent n!ppl3s. Her face turned red when she felt his fingers touch her small cherries.
“Why-why did you kiss me?”
“I wanted to taste what’s mine.”
“I… I am only your servant.”
“So, I can’t taste you?”
“Lord…”
“You seem to have a sweet tooth. It’s unbelievable. I expelled seeds in your face, but you didn’t bother about it. You even seemed to like it.”
Eunha heavily sighed because he gripped her bre@st tightly. She wanted to step back, but a strong arm wrapped around her waist.
Their bodies came into contact. A cold light flickered in the man’s eyes as she lifted her head. The heat started from his feet and quickly rose to his head.
“Release your hold on me.”
“Don’t move.”
He held her tighter.
The fear she felt paralyzed her.
“I’m afraid…”
