I Became a Foreign Worker Loved by Transcendents

Losing consciousness after being beguiled by the vampire was only temporary.

Even before entering the hotel, I could have resisted if I wanted to, but I chose not to resist and just observed the situation.

If, by a slim chance, she had accepted my proposition.

Even if it were something done impulsively due to the situation, I had a glimmer of hope.

“Airi, are you really…”

“Nothing.”

Wondering if I should truly accept this moment that I unexpectedly encountered.

As I hesitated to confirm, she placed her hand over my mouth and whispered quietly.

“Don’t let me say anything.”

“If I speak, it’s too embarrassing…”

Airi was silent and avoided eye contact.

While contemplating how to respond, my hand was already on her chest.

The fullness that was not apparent when covered could now be felt through the thin clothing.

“Ah, ah…”

My fingers dug in with each movement.

Sensing a thrill from the contact, I felt the prominence between my fingers.

“Hnng, haaa.”

Was it okay to touch?

What if I applied more pressure like this?

“Ah, ugh…”

Her body trembled with each careful touch.

As it hardened and became prominent even through the clothing, I felt her skin grow glossy amid increasingly rough moans.

Could the heat welling up in my body have caused enough sweat to soak my skin?

As the clothes got wet, revealing her skin color underneath, my hand naturally began to move, guided by the tantalizing sensation felt from within.

Slipping the precarious straps of her clothes down over her shoulders, the fabric pulled down by this motion gradually lowered.

“…Haaangh.”

In the end, her breasts were exposed, eliciting a gasp, yet my gaze remained fixed on her chest, unwavering.

The valley between the two swollen peaks parted with the tilt of her body, and I watched the bounce as she adjusted, imprinting the sight in my mind.

Was it impolite to comment on her beauty at this moment?

“Haa, haa…”

As I touched her breasts, a shaky breath escaped her, but she didn’t resist.

Her soft moans gradually became louder.

“Ah, ah♥”

Attracted to her sensitive reaction, my lips, following the contours of her body, aimed for her neck.

“Airi.”

Our eyes met, bringing back my sense of reason.

At that moment, I cautiously asked her.

“May I kiss you?”

“……”

This moment seemed crucial.

Upon my request, she shyly closed her eyes, her body relaxing quietly.

Yes, she was giving her consent.

Since the moment she brought a man into the bed, she has just let things happen naturally.

“…Mmm, uhm.”

When our lips softly touched, the feeling lingered in my mind.

Softer than the skin I had caressed, more moist than the sweat I had tasted while kissing her body.

The flavor of the juice I had earlier, mixed with the scent of alcohol in my breath, made me feel intoxicated by something more than just alcohol.

“Haa, ah…”

As we parted with a moan, I confronted parts of myself I had long ignored.

Feeling her as she felt me.

Worried that the alcohol I had drunk to ease my nerves might spoil this first-time experience.

“How was the kiss– Mmm!”

My tentative question was cut off by another kiss.

But she didn’t stop there; she pushed her tongue between my lips, exploring further.

A French kiss, our tongues entwining.

An act I had only seen in bold movies was now happening, initiated by her.

“Hnngh, uhm.”

Despite my inexperience, it felt like she was guiding me.

It was utterly bewildering.

I had thought it was her first time too, but where had she learned this? Or was she acting instinctively, influenced by the alcohol I had consumed?

“Haa, haa…♡”

But as if it were nothing to dwell on, she embraced me tightly just as our lips parted.

Her lips moved from mine down to my cheek, finally reaching my neck with a warm kiss.

As her full breasts pressed against my chest during her active movements, my hands naturally wrapped around her back.

“Haa, uh, haa…”

Rough moans filled my ears amidst light caressing actions.

My hand, which had been sliding down her back, now moved lower, eventually reaching and grasping the crevice between.

Beyond the dampness of her sweat-soaked skin, I began to feel a sticky fluid making its presence known.

“You’re wet…”

“Ah, no…!”

Only then did Airi open her mouth.

As she clung to me fiercely, she began to express her confusion openly for the first time since the relationship began.

“No, it’s… it’s just a physiological reaction, not that I’m… excited or anything…”

“What? Excited?”

“It’s nothing… Ah, ah!”

Whatever it was, we couldn’t just stop after coming this far.

Inserting my fingers into the crevice and stirring, her waist began to bend, her confusion now soaked in moans.

“Ah, ah! Stop. iIf you move…”

Squelch, squelch.

“Ah, ah…♥”

Two fingers explored inside and gradually glided over the ridged vaginal walls, moving deeper into the cavity.

The sensation of reaching a barrier at the end was likely due to the flesh bridging the ridged walls.

It didn’t take long for me to understand what that meant.

“…Airi.”

Yes, this was the limit.

After standing up and removing my lower garments, her weary eyes slowly began to focus on the now vacant space.

Her mouth naturally opened at the sight of my erect shaft.

She, who had been covering it with her hand, now instinctively reached her hand towards it.

“Is this… because of me?”

“Yes. It’s because you’re so… provocative, Airi.”

“Provocative…!”

Airi swallowed nervously in her fluster.

Despite her confusion, she followed the writhing thing with her eyes, swallowing hard and looking up at me.

“Really, this is because of me…”

An innocent reaction, betraying a lack of understanding.

Though she possessed knowledge, it was purely theoretical and gleaned from books, making her admiration deeply sincere.

Her next words echoed this sentiment.

“So this is… from now on… going inside me?”

Gulp.

The moment she managed to swallow, despite the tightness in her throat.

Unable to articulate my thoughts clearly, I resolved to proceed with what I had planned.

I wrapped my arms around her quietly.

And I gently laid her down on the bed.

“Ah… um…”

“I’m going to insert it.”

This was the breaking point.

Faced with such beauty, no man could hold back.

As I positioned myself at her entrance, her eyes widened in response.

She watched as it gradually parted, ready to welcome me.

“Just… wait a moment… maybe… just a bit more…!”

A last-minute, instinctual plea, born from the anxiety of crossing a threshold.

Squelch.

But restraint was no longer an option.

The tip was already easing her open, poised to enter.

“Ah, ugh!”

Her lips parted slightly as it began to penetrate.

Even then, her eyes widened in disbelief.

The fear reflected in her trembling gaze was unmistakable.

Indeed, she must have realized it was too late to turn back.

Squelch.

Yet, I did not hurry.

Moving slowly and deliberately.

Not piercing, but rather easing in, allowing us both to cherish this initial moment.

Slowly and surely.

Suppressing the impulse to thrust, I carefully navigated through the resistance, making my way deeper.

It was like penetrating flesh, still warm and alive, the heat from within radiating through me.

“Ah, aah…”

While I found pleasure in the sensation, her expression, experiencing this for the first time, was filled with emotions far from pleasure.

A profound sense of loss so overwhelming that it eclipsed even the pain of the intrusion.

The moment when the fear of what had been done took precedence.

“Me, reeeaaaally…”

Her moan sounded as if it might turn into crying at any moment.

Her aloofness from our first encounter now seemed so distant; she appeared merely as a vulnerable and pitiable woman.

“It’s okay.”

Holding her close, with myself inside her, I stroked the back of her head.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to be scared.”

“But… I… really… Mm!”

Continuing to kiss her, I ran my hand down her back.

Hoping that this action, initiated by her, might help calm the confusion she was feeling now.

Squelch, squelch.

But despite that rational thought, instinct writhed within me, and my hips soon began to thrust while our lips were still locked.

“Mm, mm.”

The act continued while our lips remained pressed together.

As I pulled out and then pushed back in, the tightening sensation seemed to resist my actions.

Squelch, squelch!

But such resistance only added to the stimulation, accelerating the act.

As our bodies gained momentum, shaking the bed, the creaking sound echoed in the hotel room.

“Mr. Hyo-Sung… Haaah♥”

Amidst this, a modest sense of resistance mingled again with our kissing.

Her eyes, rolling in confusion, were tightly shut, letting the tears that had pooled beneath them flow down.

Were these tears of pain or fear?

Perhaps it was guilt for straying from her initially stated mission, or maybe it was all the emotions intertwined.

“Haa, haa.”

That’s why it was scary.

Whether what I was doing now was really right or if I should stop even now.

“Me, I…”

As I was about to succumb to these extreme thoughts, she pulled away from the kiss and buried her head in my chest.

As if she didn’t want her words to be hindered again.

“…Am I doing this right?”

On that note, she whispered tentatively, seizing the moment.

At that moment, the ceaseless movement of my hips suddenly stopped.

“Airi, are you…”

“I’m scared.”

Smoothly, her hands, which had been wrapped around my back, began to grip with increasing strength.

She wasn’t accustomed to physical labor, so her grip wasn’t strong, but the pain of her nails digging into my skin was distinctly felt.

Such was her fear and anxiety at this moment.

“Am I strange? Is this the right thing to do…?”

But that question wasn’t directed at me.

I understood her feelings, as I, too, had doubted myself in this moment.

That’s what I initially thought.

“Since we first met, I have envisioned a future with you.”

Until I began to feel that the depth of her feelings was growing.

“It was a different form than now, but still… at first, I thought it was impossible…”

Yes, to me, this was merely the beginning.

But for her, this beginning might have meant losing a lot.

With the power to see the future, the anxiety of deviating from that path might be something I couldn’t even comprehend.

But…

“If I say that, deep down, I hoped for this to happen with you… would that be strange?”

Amidst this whirlwind of emotions, a faint sense of joy appeared.

No matter how different our perspectives and burdens were.

A feeling that any human could undoubtedly understand.

“…Yes.”

I realized.

That what I was feeling now was natural.

That men and women, in their first moments, feel no differently.

“It’s strange. Really.”

“Strange, as expected… Ah!”

Squelch!

Even such thoughts seemed like a luxury, and I focused solely on the act.

Forgetting all rationality, I moved purely on instinct.

“Ah, ah! Mr. Hyo-Sung. Wait, just… Ah!”

“Even if it’s strange, it’s okay for now.”

I had what I wanted, and it was right in front of me.

She might leave someday, but for now, I could grasp her in my hands.

What if such a relationship was awkward? What does any future mission have to do with this moment?

We were already connected, holding each other.

In this moment, when our hearts were perfectly aligned, why hesitate in this shared desire?

Creak, creak!

“Ah, ah… Ah, ah!”

The act continued, as I thrust from behind.

As I caressed her breasts, her moans, heightened by sensitivity, grew more intense.

Even with this realization, I persisted, drawn irresistibly to her nipple.

“Aah♥”

The moan that escaped as I gently bit her nipple intensified the sensations within me.

I yearned to hold her closer.

With greater intensity.

“Ah, ah, Mr. Hyo, Hyo-Sung~♡”

So that even upon parting, this moment would pull us back together.

“Aah, ugh!”

A wave of release surged in response to our passion.

With all my strength in the final thrust, her body responded by arching dramatically.

“Ah, oh, okay…♥”

Airi clenched her teeth and arched her back, and with the increased tightness, the release continued unabated.

It felt like the most I’d ever released.

Squelch.

Withdrawing, I witnessed a white, sticky fluid flowing out like a waterfall.

The sight was vivid and explicit.

Airi, with her legs spread, was simply catching her breath after the climax.

“Haa, haa…♥”

Just hearing her heated moans, I felt a resurgence.

Wasn’t it peculiar? If it were merely lust, it should have subsided, but my rationality craved to hold her once more.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cum inside… Mm!”

Attempting to apologize for my actions,

Airi, silencing me with her hand over my mouth, turned her sweat-drenched face towards me and reached between her legs.

“For now… don’t worry about that.”

Her trembling fingers parted the opening, revealing white mucus.

And faintly visible within was the evidence of her purity.

“Just focus on feeling each other, like you said before, Hyo-Sung…”

She released all her concerns and approached me, ready for a kiss.

Her breath escaped from her full lips as she tenderly caressed my skin.

“…Yes, okay.”

After our lips met, what ensued was simply a repetition of what had already occurred.

The process wasn’t as romantic as one might expect and was filled with amateurish awkwardness.

Yet, our actions toward each other grew increasingly assertive.

As if enduring and overcoming everything that hindered our moment, the dwindling passion reignited into a fervent pursuit of one another.

“Haa, haa. Are… are you okay…?”

“Yes, just a little more…♡”

Amidst continuing, I found myself vaguely thinking.

This desire might be just momentary lust, but if it persisted unceasingly…

What truly differentiated it from what was genuinely called love?

“Aah, uh… Haa…♡”

Yes, in this moment, we were sharing love.

Using our bond, forged in this harsh world, to deeply engrave our trust in each other.

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