Absolute Threshold — Chapter 165. She Surrendered

Translator: Atlas

Weekly Chapter 3/3

An icy shiver crept down her spine as his presence pressed against her, undeniable and overwhelming. The world around her seemed to tilt, her senses disoriented, as if the ground beneath her had shifted.

She swallowed hard, her imagination running wild, conjuring vivid images of what was to come. The thought of his ess#nce taking r0ot within her was so palpable, she could almost feel it.

Jumi’s breath hitched as she gently parted her th#ghs, baring herself completely. Her body responded instinctively, her delicate f#lds quiv3ring in anticipation as he 3nt#red her.

Each thrust sent a sh0ckw#ve through her, his m@nh#od thr0bbing with a rhythm that promised release. She could feel the tension building, the pressure mounting as if his very being sought to claim her entirely.

“Feels good, Ah!”

Every movement of his body against hers sent r!pples through her c#re, her per#neum bulging with the force of his p3n#tration. She didn’t need to voice her desires; he seemed to sense them, adjusting his p@ce with an almost supernatural precision. It was as if he knew her body better than she did, his primal mov#ments thr#atening to unr@vel her completely.

Yoongyo’s presence was more than physical, it was visceral. Jumi could feel him in every fiber of her being, his essence marking her in ways that transcended the tangible. There was no mistaking him, no denying the wild, untamed force that was Yoongyo.

His m@nh#od, his touch, his very existence… it was all uniquely his, and Jumi knew deep down that no one else could ever compare.

Tears streamed down her face as she clung to him, her body trembling under the relentless onslaught of pl#asure and pain. She felt as though she was being torn ap@rt, her sense of self dissolving with ev3ry thr#st.

Yoongyo was no mere man, he was a force of nature, a beast who had claimed her in ways she couldn’t fully comprehend.

How much more could she endure? Each mo#n, each tear, each g#sp felt like it belonged to someone else, a version of herself she no longer recognized.

Her mind wandered, imagining impossible scenarios. What if her body could conceive endlessly? What if her w#mb could hold a dozen lives? The thought was both terrifying and exhilarating, a testament to the depth of their connection.

Her body moved in rhythm with his, her br3@sts lifting as if in offering. He leaned in, his teeth grazing her skin, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through her. And then, with a guttural groan, he released himself inside her, his s#ed spilling forth as he b!t down on her n#ppl3. Jumi’s cl#m@x surged, deeper and more overwhelming than anything she had ever experienced. It was as if they had crossed a thr#shold, plunging into an abyss of endless pl#asure.

“Ah! Ah!”

Her head fell back, her mo@ns echoing through the room, a symphony of surrender. Her eyes, glazed and unfocused, stared into the void as her body convulsed with the intensity of her release. Each breath came faster, her ple#sure building in waves until she could no longer contain it. Her body, overwhelmed by the sheer force of it all, began to collapse under the weight of her ecst@sy.

“Ahh!”

“I love your expression.”

Her cl#m@x seemed to stretch on forever, mirroring the fl0od of s#ed that filled her. When she felt herself overfl#w, her own release spilled out, mingling with his in a testament to their union. They locked eyes, their connection defying time and space. In that moment, nothing else existed—just the two of them, bound together in a way that felt eternal.

“Don’t ever stop looking at me like that.”

“You won’t be able to live without me.”

Jumi closed her eyes, her body finally relaxing as she surrendered to the moment. In that room, in that instant, she had found her place in the world. It was a place defined by him, by them, by a bond that no force could ever break.