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DM

Posted by Sid, Released on February 5, 2024

DM Chapter 16

She couldn’t imagine Owen clutching the box and treating his foot. A self-deprecating smile crossed Sarin’s lips. The red footprints stopped at an indistinct distance.

Thinking that his footprints were pretty, just like the owner, she glanced up and met his eyes. Owen turned his upper body to look at Sarin.

She swiftly wiped the hint of a smile from her lips, but their eyes had already met.

“Are you having fun?”

“Ah….”

“Maybe it’s amusing to see someone who ordered to kill looking like this.”

Owen recalled Sarin’s fierce gaze. A face that looked delightful.

He could have simply sent her away, but he deliberately brought her there to show her in person. Maybe he wanted to see how far she would go. He wanted to see how far she could take it. He was determined to consume any hint of repulsion in her eyes.

“I’ve never found it pleasing. You’re a person with twisted hobbies, but not someone who would mock an injured person.”

Methodically and calmly, without hesitation, she finishes speaking. Owen, finding it genuine, smiled with twisted lips.

“Of course you do, because you’re a kind person.”

“Just… I realized it’s more fitting for you to be left alone with that than me doing unnecessary things.”

She said that, but it only made him laugh. Sarin’s gaze pointed towards the first aid box in the direction Owen was heading. Wondering what it meant, Owen soon looked down under his foot. The red footprints were vivid.

“Haha.”

His headache was so bad, he didn’t even realize he had cut his foot. No wonder every step he took was uncomfortable.

He burst out laughing, covering his face with one hand. Only then did the view of the living room catch his eye. The floor, covered in red traces, indicated his path.

The dogs suddenly stood up and tried to go toward Owen, but he raised his hand to stop them. Sarin’s gaze momentarily shook. It was easy to read the worry in it: she had been worrying about his dogs for days.

It must have been the same reason she’d taken them into her room to sleep.

His tense nerves instantly loosened. The headache that felt like shattering his head and the emotions plunging him into an abyss all found their place in an instant.

“On days like this, I usually get angry and can’t stand it.”

“It’s because you haven’t eaten.”

When she went to get water, the fridge showed no signs of being touched. People tend to become sensitive when hungry, and pain becomes more intense. She knows this desperately. Suddenly, she felt sorry for herself for being like this here.

Owen frowned at her, as if she were talking nonsense. Sarin, having only eaten a sandwich in the afternoon, also became irritable. She hated herself for talking nonsense to him and got up from her seat.

Maybe that man is more sensitive because he’s hungry too.

She went to the fridge and took out everything they could eat right away. She laid out what she could find—a sandwich left from the afternoon, salad, cold pasta, and a large dish of meat dishes on the table.

Owen silently watched Sarin’s actions without trying to stop her.

It was a gaze trying to gauge what she was about to do. She couldn’t stay here and argue with him forever. Feeling that it wasn’t as scary as she thought, she decided it would be better to have a meal and sat down. Stretching her hand, she poured herself a glass of orange juice and drank it in one go without pausing.

Her stomach tingled for a moment as the juice hit her empty stomach.

Still, it seemed like her mind was clearing a bit. Ignoring Owen’s gaze, who still stood there looking at her with a furrowed brow, she said,

“People can get sensitive sometimes, but you’ll feel better when you have a full stomach.”

When she was in Korea, she often skipped meals. It became even more frequent after her mom and sister died. Still, trying to live for Hayan, she endured everything and ate.

When you’re full, shitty situations seem to improve as if they had been filtered. When it became too difficult to endure, Sarin mindlessly filled her stomach.

She stuffed her mouth with food. Owen stared at her in disbelief.

“Try it. It’s real.”

She couldn’t understand why she was seeing her past with this man. It just reminded her of the times when her endless sensitivity hung forcibly over the cliff. Whenever she wanted to die, Sarin always did this.

She held out a sandwich to him. She didn’t expect Owen to come and eat it.

He walked over in silence, and before his hand touched it, the sandwich fell onto the table.

“Ah!”

“Why are you making a face like you’ve seen a monster after offering it to me?”

“I, I didn’t think you’d actually eat it.”

Sarin coughed awkwardly as she forced down the remaining food in her mouth. What a strange woman! There was no calculation in her actions. She foolishly suggested it, yet she did not realize what she was doing.

She was the type to put her head into the mouth of a beast.

Owen picked up the sandwich that had fallen from his hand, feeling a little better at the sight of Sarin’s behavior. Without a word, he brought it to his mouth and chewed it, mirroring Sarin’s actions.

He no longer looked out the window. As he gazed at the woman in front of him, the pain that had been hanging over his head like a ton of bricks dulled. Owen quickly finished the sandwich. The tension never left Sarin.

While eating, she felt as if he was swallowing her with his eyes, so she poured another glass of juice and gulped it down.

“…My sister loved rainy days.”

“Which I despise.”

Owen muttered to himself. He knew she was bringing up memories of her sister, looking for any traces of her in him. Perhaps she was just a passing woman, but he couldn’t even bring himself to consider that.

“When the stream overflowed, we couldn’t leave, and my stepfather didn’t come home.”

If her stepdad, who went to gamble in the neighboring village, didn’t return, the day would remain peaceful. The three of them, mom, sister, and her, would eat warm and cozy potatoes, pat their bellies, and take a nap. The raindrops falling under the eaves looked so refreshing.

So on rainy days, she thinks of them. Her mom and sister, the ones who had left her,.

“Don’t look.”

He said gruffly, covering her face with his hand as she stared at the window behind him. Sarin shuddered as her vision went black. It was fascinating how she, being fearful, managed to stick close to him, keeping an eye on things.

“I don’t like rainy days either.”

Now.

Now it was like that. Memories could be painful.

“Do you understand what I’m saying now?”

Owen asked suddenly. Sarin shook her head. The little face under his palm looked innocent. A face that wouldn’t say a word against him, even if he did something wrong. The ashen eyes blinked between his fingers.

“Ah….”

As if realizing something, a muffled sound escaped from Sarin’s lips.

“Yeah. I said you were a good match.”

Certainly, his headache had eased a bit. He couldn’t concentrate on other things, even though he knew it could make him feel a bit better. Yet, this woman made him concentrate. A perverse desire to tease and provoke her more writhed within him.

Would he feel relieved if he stripped her naked and sucked on those pretty eyeballs?

“That’s not what I meant….”

“Do you want to check where it fits better?”

Sarin’s face turned red at the words containing explicit sexual desire. With her sister’s man… It was absurd. A warning bell rang in her head. Only when she pulled the chair back did she finally escape from Owen’s hand. As she went backward, the sound of the chair falling to the floor resonated loudly.

“I, I apologize. How could I… with my sister’s…”

Laughing gleefully, Owen walked up behind Sarin and righted the chair.

Then he sat down in her place and wrapped his arms around her waist, making her sit on his thighs.

“Really? Did I sleep with your sister? How does this good little sister know?”

The voice behind her, the strong hand on her waist, wanted an answer from Sarin. She bit the inside of her tongue at the unintentional words that slipped out. She didn’t want to make him aware of it in this manner.

“I don’t have any memory of that.”

Owen laughed softly as he felt the heat on his thighs.

He felt the urge to run his tongue down the length of her tiny waist, which was straight all the time, to avoid more contact. It was clear that her body would surely thrash around like a fish out of water and eventually scream.

“Let me go…. If you don’t remember…”

“So, did you come all the way here to find the man who slept with your sister? Why bother with a man she fucked a few times? It’s strange.”

He was now more composed than ever.

Maybe filling his stomach, as Sarin suggested, was effective. He doesn’t think about filling his stomach on days like he went without eating for days. If this was an effective method, perhaps filling another stomach would also be a way to forget this shitty day.

“Ugh….”

Sarin couldn’t know what was happening behind her.

All she could clearly feel was the warm breath touching her spine. The man’s lips were right behind her. Her hips were shaking. She squirmed, trying to get away, but she felt his bumpy bottom through the thin pajama pants Owen had bought her.

“It’s warm too.”

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