Absolute Threshold — Chapter 83. Sounds

Translator: Atlas

Weekly Chapter 3/3

“You dare mention another man’s name with my seed inside?”

She shook her head. She was his weakness. A beautiful woman. He didn’t know what to do because he had always lived behind solid walls. It was a question he had never asked himself in his life. And the woman who had the answer bit his shoulder.

“Liar. You said you’d order them to leave.”

He laughed. He wondered why he felt powerless before her. He sneered at her.

“Should I turn back the clock? You need to bite me more forcefully, even to the point of breaking the skin. Maybe your protest would work.”

“Really…”

Yoongyo hated sweets, she was a sweet girl who liked sweets.

“Why are you frustrated?”

She didn’t know what to answer.

“I promised I would protect you.”

She closed her mouth in indignation. She also closed her eyes to avoid eye contact. He moved his gaze to Jumi’s crotch, which was as red as her lips. Her two legs were spread apart. His seed, flowing from her hole, stained her pubic hair.

Choi Jumi had her cheeks flushed. He also liked how her pubic hair got wet with his fluid. She turned her head because she was embarrassed.

He grabbed her chin to move her head.

“It’s nice to see you face to face.”

Did she ever consider what her life might be like beyond the business?

Did she ever imagine who she would be with in that future? She had never allowed anyone to cross the line. She was worried that person would cause trouble.

“Is something as big as a peanut?”

“It’s not a peanut anymore.”

Jumi, who looked silently at her abdomen, raised her head.

“Wait. The doctor should be here soon.”

Bastard Lee Taejoo.

Her bare skin carried the fragrance of his essence. It was lovely to see her shocked.

He laughed when he remembered the stupid bastard’s face.

She collapsed on his chest.

***

She fell asleep in his arms for the first time in a long time. She was half awake because she had been asleep for the last few days. She felt the warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, bringing her comfort in the stillness of the night. She had believed he would always stay with her, but now, faced with the possibility of his absence, she clung to him desperately. She hoped she hadn’t disturbed him.

Her company posed a danger to him. But he would allow her to stay in his house. It would be impossible for someone so perceptive not to have considered it. She realized that asking him would not yield a straightforward response, leaving her to rely on her own assumptions.

Could someone like Yoongyo, clad in iron armor, find solace in the rhythm of her heartbeat? She also wanted to comfort him.

Jumi, who was lying on the bed, rubbed her eyes. She needed to go to the bathroom, so she got up. She walked around the darkened room until she reached the bathroom door. Suddenly, she heard a person’s voice coming from outside.

She then noticed a continuous rubbing noise.

Jumi approached the door as if possessed. She understood that the VIP floor was empty since Yoongyo was hospitalized. She shouldn’t hear these sounds.