His Obsession Began After Losing Her-Chapter 76: Make Me Cry All Night (R-18)

"Rin, if you continue acting this way, I won't be able to control myself," Noran breathed against her lips, his voice thick with the effort to suppress his growing urge.

"Why hold back, Ran?" Shuri teased, her hand stroking his long, hard penis with a mischievous smile. "That thing in your pants wants me so bad. Just look at how hard and big it's gotten..."

Noran was taken aback by her boldness. He stiffened, momentarily frozen in disbelief.

This provocative side of Shuri was new to him, one he had never seen before.

People often said that alcohol reveals hidden facets of a person's personality.

Was this daring, uninhibited Shuri a hidden side of her?

The driver, realizing what was happening in the backseat, began to sweat profusely. He tried to focus on the road and avoid looking in the rearview mirror, but the tension was palpable.

Noran's low, commanding voice broke the strained silence.

"Stop the car and get out now," Noran ordered.

"Y-Yes, sir." The driver quickly parked the car in a secluded corner and immediately exited the vehicle.

As soon as the driver was out, Noran reached forward and locked the doors with a decisive click.

Shuri seized the moment, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him into a passionate kiss.

Her lips were eager and insistent, her body pressing against his with an urgency he had never experienced from her before.

"Rin— Mmh!"

She didn't allow him to speak and inserted her tongue into his mouth, causing him to lose his rationality.

He grabbed her cheeks and started pouring kisses.

His lips which had been licked and sucked by hers were extremely moist and ecstatic. Perhaps because of the atmosphere, his saliva seemed to have a sweet taste.

"You even taste nice," Shuri pulled away slightly and licked her lips seductively, her face still flushed from the influence of alcohol.

"If you're going to keep teasing me like that, you will end up crying, Rin," Noran whispered, his hands sliding underneath her skirt and up her thighs.

Shuri giggled as she felt his hand going between her legs. She reached down and unzipped his pants, her fingers brushing against his hardness. "Make me cry, Ran. Make me cry all night, okay?"

Noran's breath hitched as Shuri's hands moved with deliberate slowness.

She positioned herself on his lap, straddling him, her skirt hiked up around her hips.

She hugged him close, her lips brushing against his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

His large hand swept down her waist, stroking her hip bone as she half-embraced his manhood, guiding it to her entrance.

She eased herself down onto him, a moan escaping her lips as she felt him fill her. The sensation was electric, the connection intense.

Noran's hands gripped her hips, steadying her as she began to move, riding him with a mix of urgency and passion.

Their clothes remained mostly intact, only their most intimate areas exposed and connected. Shuri's movements were both eager and tentative, her body adjusting to his size.

Noran watched her, captivated by her beauty and the raw desire in her eyes.

"Rin," he groaned, his hands sliding up her sides and back down to her hips, guiding her movements. "You feel so good."

Shuri's giggles turned into soft moans as she found her rhythm.

She leaned forward, her hands on his shoulders for support, as she rode him with increasing confidence. Noran's hands moved to her waist, helping her maintain the pace.

The large hand swept down Shuri's waist, stroking her hip bone, then moved between her legs, his fingers brushing against the fluids flowing from her. He brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting her.

"We didn't even do any foreplay, and you're already so wet," he remarked, a seductive smile on his face.

Shuri's response was a breathless laugh. "That's because I want you so much, Ran."

Noran's hands roamed her body, caressing her back, hips, and breasts as she continued to move.

The car's interior was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing, the soft rustle of clothes, and the intimate noises of their connection.

Shuri's pace quickened, her moans growing louder as she rode him with abandon. "Ahh, Ughkkkk, Ahhhk..."

Overwhelmed with pleasure, Shuri bit down on the nape of his neck, her teeth sinking into his skin as she tried to stifle her cries.

The sharp sensation only fueled Noran's desire, and he tightened his grip on her hips, guiding her movements with a sense of urgency.

"Rin," he groaned, his voice thick with passion. "You're driving me crazy."

Shuri lifted her head, her eyes meeting his with a mix of mischief and longing.

"Good," she whispered breathlessly, her lips brushing against his ear. "I want you to lose control, Ran."

Her words sent a shiver down his spine, and he responded by pulling her even closer, his hands roaming into her shirt and groping her breasts.

The car rocked slightly with their movements, but neither of them cared. They were lost in each other, consumed by their desire.

Shuri's hands clung to his shoulders for support as she rode him with increasing fervor. The friction and the heat between them built to an almost unbearable intensity. Noran's breathing grew ragged, each inhale and exhale mingling with Shuri's moans.

'Uhhh, hangg, ahhk...!'

With a final, desperate cry, Shuri's body shuddered violently, her release crashing over her in waves. Her inner walls clenched around Noran, pulling him over the edge with her.

His grip on her hips became almost bruising as he found his own release, their shared climax leaving them both breathless and trembling.

They stayed like that for a few moments, holding each other close as they came down from the heights of their pleasure. Shuri's head rested on Noran's shoulder, her breathing slowly returning to normal.

"Rin," Noran called softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

There was no response, and Noran realized Shuri had fallen asleep, her body completely relaxed against him, his manhood still nestled deep inside her.

Noran sighed softly, a mix of contentment and regret washing over him. He hadn't meant for their passion to escalate to this point, especially not in the backseat of his car.

Her inner walls were still soaking wet and clinging tightly to his thick pillar, a reminder of their intense connection.

Slowly, he tried to withdraw himself from her, but even unconscious, he could feel her inner walls tightening and not letting go. It was as if her body refused to be separated from him.

"Damn..."

He moved with extreme care, finally managing to pull out, and adjusted her clothes to maintain her dignity. Noran then zipped his own pants and straightened his appearance.

With the driver gone, he carefully settled Shuri in the passenger seat, making sure she was comfortable. He then moved to the driver's seat, started the engine, and began the drive back to Riverpark Residence.

When Shuri woke up, she found herself facing an unfamiliar ceiling.

She recognized it as the bathroom.

"Rin, you're awake now?" a familiar voice called out to her gently from behind.

She turned around to find Noran seated behind her, both of them nude and soaking in a hot bathtub.

"W-Why... Why am I here?" Shuri stammered, confusion washing over her.

Wasn't she supposed to be at her friends' gathering? How did she end up in a bathtub nude with Noran?

"I'm going to wash you..." Noran said softly.

"What?" Shuri was startled by his words.

Was this a dream?

She tried to get up, but his arms held her firmly in place.

"Where are you going? Didn't you say you wanted me to make you cry all night, hm?" Noran's voice was low and teasing.

Suddenly, memories flooded back to Shuri—how she had demanded Noran kiss her in the restaurant, how she had seduced and teased him in the car, provoking him to make love to her there.

"Oh my god! What have I done? I must be out of my mind!" she shrieked, her face turning beet red as she remembered everything.

Still trapped in his arms, Shuri swore silently that she would never touch alcohol again.

"You were so bold, Rin," Noran breathed behind her ear, stroking her back gently. "I tried to stop you, but you wouldn't listen."

Just then, she felt Noran's length standing upright against her butt.

"Ran, you...!" she exclaimed.

"Hm? Feeling good...?"

Before Shuri could answer, Noran's lips reached the nape of her neck.

With a soft sucking sound, he began to caress her bare skin, trailing kisses down her neck and back.

"R-Ran! Nnngh, again? Ah!" Shuri moaned, her body shivering with pleasure.

"Haa, I'm just washing you..." Noran murmured against her skin, his voice thick with desire.

"How is this washing?" Shuri's voice wavered, a mix of protest and yearning.

"You don't want to...?" Noran's words were a gentle challenge, his hands never stopping their slow exploration of her body.

"Haaa... Stop teasing me," Shuri flushed, her hands gripping his wrists tightly.

Noran chuckled softly, his breath warm against her skin. "Consider this a payback for teasing me in the car just now."

Her body responded eagerly to his touch, betraying her true feelings. Noran's lips moved lower, capturing one of Shuri's breasts in his mouth and sucking vigorously.